the hell’s a “geneva convention”

hello everyone! just realized i never really formally introduced myself on here even though i joined around september 2020, haha

you can all call me J, and i am 24 years old. i use she/they pronouns and i identify as queer.

some of my favorite whump tropes include multiple whumpers, pet whump, intimate whumpers, and defiant whumpees

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“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can do this, Whumpee.”

“No. I can’t go outside, something’s gonna happen, I know something’s gonna happen.”

“I’m going to be right there with you. I promise, it’s just down the street. You’ll be okay.”

“What if someone sees me?”

“People are going to see you, Whumpee, and that’s okay. That’s a part of being in public.”

“But they’ll…they’ll see how I…how I look, with all my scars, and the limp, a-and they’ll know I…”

“Everyone’s too concerned with their own lives to care about other people. If someone’s staring, you can’t pay them any mind.”

“I just…I feel like Whumper could be out there, waiting for me…t-to see if I’m stupid enough to go outside…”

“Whumper’s in prison. And before you say it, no, they haven’t hired anyone to spy on you. Look at me, Whumpee. Breathe. You won’t be alone. I’m going to be right next to you. We’re only going to the end of the street today. It’s so nice out. Don’t you want to feel the sun again?”

“I…I don’t know…”

“I think you should try it. It’s gonna feel really nice.”

“…Caretaker…”

“…Whumpee, I know you can. You’re so brave, you got away from Whumper all by yourself. You can do this too. Would you try? For me?”

Just wanted to share it with someone. Do you see my vision

I absolutely see your vision :)

I really love Caretaker going undercover as a Whumper because it’s the only choice, and needing to hide their horror or discomfort with what they have to do

Some ideas for what that could be:

-drugs

-alcohol

-if it’s just an over-the-mouth gag, an additional gag that actually fills their mouth to muffle their sounds even more

-to spit in

-fingers

-the only food or water they’ll get that day

Basically it’s a premise for a TV series where there’s a team of some kind, maybe they’re superheroes or crime fighters or something

And then they have to deal with aliens in one of the season finales, and at the end of the episode they defeat them and all seems well

But actually, the aliens have the ability to shapeshift. And they’ve taken the team’s leader and replaced them with one of their own.

The team doesn’t know this, and here’s the other thing—neither does the audience. They don’t find out until the NEXT season finale.

There are little hints in the next season leading up to it though, but barely enough for it to be a serious theory: the leader blushes green instead of red due to the aliens’ green blood, some of their mannerisms are ever so slightly off, they’re a bit forgetful and seem to not remember small details about their team, they’re a little more cautious around sharp objects than usual to hide the blood…

Then at the beginning of the next season finale, the leader gets a paper cut in front of everyone. They flip out, run into the bathroom, and obviously the team is confused since it’s such a small injury. Feeling suspicious, one of the teammates barges into the bathroom.

They see the green blood.

(TW for electro torture, torture training, medical setting kinda, emotional whump, reluctant whumper kinda?)

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“Alright, goin’ up a level. You ready?”

“Ready.”

Whumpee seized up and screamed. It was so much worse than they expected. Too much too fast. “STOP! STOP, PLEASE!”

Trainer turned the machine off and sighed, letting Whumpee breathe. “Damn it. Sorry, I went up two levels instead of one. Thought you could handle it.”

Whumpee shot Trainer a glare. “Gee, thanks a lot,” they spat.

“Hey, hey, listen,” Trainer said, holding their hands up defensively. “Whumper isn’t gonna play it safe with you. They may not go little by little. They could start you out at the worst one. It’s good to be prepared.”

Whumpee rolled their eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Just get me used to the higher settings before you go crazy on me, alright?” They closed their eyes and took a few calming breaths, regulating their nerves and waiting for the pain to wear off like Trainer taught them.

They opened their eyes again and looked up at Trainer, who was carefully adjusting the dials on the machine. Whumpee could see the stress they were trying their best to hide. They knew how much Trainer hated hurting them. They both hated that doing this was necessary.

“Hey,” Whumpee said, as softly as they could with their voice weak from screaming. “Thanks for doing this. Really. I know it’s hard for you.”

Trainer scoffed. “Hard for me? I ain’t the one strapped up to a damn torture device,” they said, gesturing to the state Whumpee was in.

“I’m serious,” Whumpee said genuinely. “Thank you.”

Finally, Trainer cracked a small smile. They seemed relieved to hear that. “…Yeah. Welcome.”

Whumpee nodded and looked back at the ceiling. “Okay. I’m ready. Level five, okay? No skipping yet.”

“Yes, five, I know, I know. Alright…three, two, one…”

Whumpee grit their teeth, clenched their fists, and squeezed their eyes shut while the machine worked. It was awful, barely manageable, but they held out without needing to beg. Trainer switched off the machine, and Whumpee finally relaxed.

“Good job,” Trainer congratulated, smiling again. They were both proud of Whumpee for surviving that, and glad they didn’t have to do it again for a while. “Let’s call it a day, yeah? Lemme get you out of this shit.”

Whumpee, despite succeeding, was a mess. There were still tears streaming down their face, and they could barely open their eyes. They let Trainer free them from their restraints and carry them off the table and into the med bay so they could get checked out. They wiped the sweat off of Whumpee’s forehead. Whumpee noticed, opened their eyes slightly, and smiled weakly at the gesture.

“You’re sweet,” they mumbled. Trainer let out a laugh and shook their head.

“I’ll call Medic. Get some rest, Whumpee.” They turned around to leave. “Proud of you.”

Whumpee closed their eyes after Trainer closed the door, still smiling despite the circumstances they were in.

Trainer headed to their own room after leaving Whumpee, lying face-down on their bed. They tried to hold it together, but after a few minutes, they began to sob.

I feel like there’s so much potential:

-Trainer comforts Whumpee afterwards, telling them what a good job they did and rewarding them somehow

-Trainer hates their job but knows it’ll help Whumpee in the long run

-Whumpee constantly having to remind themselves “it’s not real it’s just a drill it’s almost done” to stay sane during it

-Whumpee becoming afraid of Trainer accidentally, even when they know it’s not their fault and they’re really just helping them

-Trainer going just a bit too far…on purpose…but they’d never tell Whumpee that

-Whumper being surprised when Whumpee barely flinches at any of their tactics due to their preparation

Caretakers who are overwhelmed by the gravity of what happened to Whumpee and need time to process it themselves

Caretakers who are bad at caretaking and try their hardest but fear that they aren’t doing enough

Caretakers who get frustrated with Whumpee’s conditioned behaviors/brainwashing and lash out, feeling horrible about it afterwards

Caretakers who feel so alone being the only person Whumpee has

Subtly making their healing procedures more drawn out and painful because “this is the best way to do it, you’ll heal faster,” skimping on painkillers to “save them for when we really need them”

And the team doesn’t ever notice because they don’t know anything about medicine