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i'm ALSO a sucker for an interrupted sexual assault, i really, really love those scenes.

and the visuals are just... they're SO striking. especially if this is a really inappropriate time/place for any kind of sexual activity to be taking place. at work, visiting someone else's house, a public place of some kind. in hospital. there's so much to think about if it takes some particular work to figure out that what's happening is nonconsensual but there's something really compelling i think also when it's like. it is BLATANTLY an interrupted sexual assault. whumpee is pinned down. being held down. they're crying, or fighting, or hyperventilating. every inch of their body is recoiling, cringing, trembling, very obviously hating this, wanting it desperately to stop.

but seriously being eaten alive has to be one of the most terrifying experiences out there. imagine: whumpee gets tackled to the ground by a cannibal or an animal or some shit and it just starts tearing into whumpees abdomen, all while whumpee is fully aware of what’s going on. the unadulterated fear as they watch someone/thing sink teeth into their gut, piercing the skin and digging in deep, before ripping away and chowing down. plus it hurts like hell, which is great (well. for us at any rate). maybe whumpee tries to push them off, desperately shoving the animal/cannibal’s face away with their hands, only for a finger to get bitten off or smthn. whumpee is squirming and writhing and screaming in pain and freaking the fuck out bc no one, absolutely no one would be able to keep their cool in that situation. eventually they grab a nearby heavy object like a rock and use that to smash their aggressor’s skull in, maybe killing them, maybe just fucking them up enough for whumpee to escape. now, they have to make it back to safety whilst trying to keep their insides from literally (!) falling out of their body. not to mention all the blood loss

oh and then you have forced cannibalism, my darling. especially when the whumpee is forced to eat themselves. like whumper cuts off a slice of whumpees flesh, pries their jaw open, crams the “meat” inside and clamps a hand over their mouth, pinching their nose too, and doesn’t let go until whumpee swallows. imagine how much that would fuck a person up

and then you have recovery, which is gonna be bitch for about a million different reasons. one, blood loss. crazy amounts of blood loss. two, infection. mouths are filthy. three, all the surgeries that would be needed when there’s no flesh to contain whumpees innards. four, scars. imagine how fucked up those scars would be. five, trauma. jesus christ, so much trauma. whumpee is never ever gonna be the same again. i think it would be fun if they became a vegetarian bc every time they try an eat meat they get flashbacks and panic.

Depressed Whumpee who, at their lowest point, manages to come to the Caretaker and ask them to hide/take all the weapons inside their house, to prevent Whumpee from harming themself or taking their own life.

How low Whumpee must feel to want to kill themself this desperately, while still having a tiny spark that tells them they shouldn't do it.

The fear that Whumpee must feel in that moment. Part of the brain yelling at them to not say anything, please, they need to have a way out. How desperate they would sound while asking the Caretaker

"You need to hide them. Now... Please." gritted through their teeth.

And after that, a Caretaker who quickly becomes overly protective.

Worrying any time that Whumpee takes a little to long in the shower.

Refusing to leave Whumpee alone for more than 5 minutes.

Having nightmares of Whumpee killing themself and needing to go to the room in the middle of the night to make sure they're okay.

Whumpee’s who never really move on.

Whumpee’s who stop dreaming about the future. Who stop hoping, even after they’re saved.

Whumpee’s who don’t try and make friends again. Who don’t reconvene with the friends they had before.

Whumpee who everyone knows is beyond helping.

Whumpee who is given comfort at every turn, but still gives up in the end. Everyone knew that they would, but it doesn’t make the guilt go away. It doesn’t make it hurt any less.

whumpee knows what it feels like, that drifting, far away feeling where nothing really exists, not even their own body. they know what it's called. some medical professional said it to them - dissociation. it's something they've been trying to learn how to cope with, to return from gently and without panicking, to ground themself through.

not this time. this time they embrace the feeling of pulling away from the world, from reality, is a relief. it's a saving grace from what's happening to their body, the way that they're being hurt, violated, abused. raped. whumpee lets go and drifts, detaching from that vulnerable shape that they live inside, that thing that can hurt and fear and tremble and be invaded.

until a sharp pain, a loud noise, a sudden jolt of cold water over their face brings them right back into it again. they gasp and choke and heave for breath, their chest shuddering, every feeling present and alive again and amplified by their abrupt return to their body.

it happens again. and again. and again. it happens so many times that whumpee wishes that they would stop starting to drift and detach in the first place. that feeling of increasing numbness, of 'none of this is real' that had been comforting, protective at first, now makes them rigid with terror, even as they're unable to find any way to ground themself that isn't focused on what's happening to them, what's being forced inside them.

some tiny details that tickle the whump senses

• dark circles, bloodshot eyes

• falling asleep fully clothed, possibly with jacket and shoes still on, legs/feet hanging off the foot of the bed or sprawled half-on half-off a couch

• the “oh shit, i’m gonna faint/nevermind i’m good” face (and aborted grab for nearest solid object or person)

• a character losing their footing for a moment on rough terrain. someone reaching out to grab them so they don’t fall and they both hold on for a hot second

• closing their eyes and leaning into a gentle touch

• shaky hands, shaky voice

• falling asleep at their desk at work/tucked away in an odd place

• doing things that are out of character & having others start to notice: losing their cool, being extra chipper or extra quiet, jumpy

• zoning out

• someone getting between them and whoever they’re having a heated exchange with, gently pushing them back with a hand against their chest or shoulder

✧ Couples who are bad at the same things together. Neither can cook. Both are directionally challenged. They're a team of disaster and they've made peace with it.

✧ The "will they won't they" where they DO get together and then the story keeps going. Their relationship isn't the end goal, it's just... ongoing character development. They have arguments about dish soap brands. They exist.

✧ Partners who find each other's flaws genuinely endearing, not in a "I can fix him" way. Like she snorts when she laughs and he thinks it's the best sound. He's terrible at keeping plants alive and she finds it hilarious.

✧ Relationships where they're obsessed with each other but still have separate hobbies. He's not joining her book club. She's not learning about his model trains. They do their own thing and reunite for dinner to infodump about their days.

✧ Couples with completely different love languages who actually communicate about it. She shows love through acts of service. He needs words of affirmation. They have a Google calendar and they're making it work.

✧ The "grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one" but reversed. The sunshine character is the one who's secretly a little unhinged and the grumpy one is their impulse control.

✧ Long-term couples who still think each other are hot but also deeply annoying. Yes, he's attractive. Also he loads the dishwasher like a psychopath and they've had this argument for three years.

Sex can be such an angst-filled, emotionally charged, sometimes physically painful part of life and I think we're missing out on a lot of potential whump in this area. Here are a few ideas that I think it would be cool to see more of...

TW: sex addiction, STIs, social stigmas around sex, and many other sorts of NSFT material

having been trained and conditioned to find certain stimuli arousing.

certain situations that whumpee seeks out subconsciously (or not!)

aching for something they can't name, something that brings them shame.

TW for self harm, forced drugging

maybe they’re having a panic attack, and then only way to calm them down is a little jab

maybe they’re deathly afraid of needles, but it’s the only way to protect them

whumpee trying to hurt themselves, and the only way to calm them down is a sedative

this one’s based on personal experience so I’ll put some notes below under the cut (TW for mental hospital stuff)

conditioned whumpee inflicting their own punishments, believing theyre crucial to keeping themselves in line and that whumper was right in doing so. maybe not trusting themselves to do the "right thing" without it.

conditioned whumpee who was taught to see the pain as a good thing, giving it to themselves as a twisted sort of reward. how would a caretaker react upon finding out that their praise was causing whumpee to hurt themselves?

on a similar note to the last one, and a classic: a whumpee who hurts themselves because they feel undeserving of anything but pain. to balance out the kindness theyre given.

whumpee convinced caretaker wants them to hurt themselves whenever they upset caretaker. or maybe caretaker has made it clear that they don't like it but whumpee cant stop.

a whumpee whose whumper catches them hurting themselves. would they be mocked for it? punished? comforted? ignored? what about whumper stepping in and offering to finish the job?

alternatively, caretaker walks in on whumpee hurting themselves.

further alternatively, a carewhumper who walks in on whumpee hurting themselves and offers to help because it's clearly what whumpee wants.

using the pain as a distraction from the actual emotions. this is the most common reason people turn to self-harm and one that is seriously underutilized. the emotions get so overwhelming and the rush to ground themselves to escape it only worsens, so what better way to do that then with pain?

a whumpee who doesnt understand why they hurt themselves. a whumpee who, when confronted by caretaker, can only scramble and explain that it just helps. that they have to, even if they dont understand why.

whumpee harming themselves for the sake of the scars, either renewing old scars that are starting to fade so the proof of what happened stays or adding new scars in order to have their pain acknowledged by others.

being ordered by whumper to hurt themselves for whatever reason.

slightly more specific scenario ones under the cut: