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About Me °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
My name is Ellis and I'm 25
I use any pronouns
I've loved whump as a trope for a long time. But I wasn't aware of the community until recently.
I'm currently writing an original story which is linked below. I'm not much of a writer, but I hope you enjoy!
That being said, this blog will most likely just be for reblogs.
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Whumpee who was never allowed to think for themself being forced to slowly start making decisions because Caretaker wants them to be their own person.
Caretaker starts off with very small things, always asking This or That questions to keep it easier on Whumpee who clearly doesnt want to do this. "Do you want to sleep on the bed or the floor?", "Would you like eggs or waffles for breakfast?", "Do you want to wear a hoodie or a T-shirt?" - All things that should be easy questions.
Except they're not easy for Whumpee. Every question asked is followed by 5 minutes of silence while Whumpee tries to figure out what Caretaker wants them to say, wanting to make sure they do whatever is "right".
Caretaker respects every choice they make. Whumpee chooses to sit on the floor to eat instead of at the table? Great. Everyone will sit on the floor with Whumpee now. Whumpee wants to wear a hoodie even though it's sweltering outside? No problem. The air conditioner will be on blast.
The first time Whumpee asks for something without being prompted by Caretaker feels like a miracle.
Whumper taking captive/pet whumpee out to a nice restaurant for the first time.
The conflict that whumpee feels, between the relief of being somewhere normal, the pleasure and luxury of having a nice meal, and a fine wine—
and the way their heart thumps in the chest with tension. Should they try to escape while they're in public? Could they escape if they tried? Would the people here help them, or look down on them for making a scene, and turn them back over to whumper?
Whumper catches Whumpee thinking about it. "You look distracted. Have some more wine."
They top up their glass from the bottle. Reach over and stroke their knuckles across whumpee's jaw.
"You look like you're facing a firing squad instead of a restaurant menu. Don't sweat it, sweetheart, I'll order for you."
Whumpee's lip trembles. What can they even say to that? What can they do?
I do as I must.
Lorena is so funny cuz she really thinks Mimi is gonna willingly become her slave/wife/doll/pet. That their love will be so true, that she'll allow herself to be brutalized for Lorena's pleasure. She's gonna be very unhappy when she finds out that's not the case.
It's ok though, true love doesn't have to be mutual, right? 🩷
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What's In A Name? PT 4
Contents: Whumper and Whumpee meeting, Manipulative Whumper, Naive Whumpee, U-Haul Lesbians (yes really), Implied Past SA, Threats of Future SA, Whumpee is extremely Gay/Touch Starved/Horny.
OC LORE: (x) (x)
<---- Part 3
Milena awoke to find herself warm in bed. She shot up in a panic and looked around, groggy and confused. She was in what appeared to be an old office, there was a large stained glass window on the other side of the room, under that, there was a desk with books strewn about on top. The bed she was in was quite large and had silk sheets with a soft, thick comforter on top. Milena heard Lorena's voice in the next room. Had she fallen asleep at the boutique? How'd she get here?
She got out of bed and followed the woman's voice. Upon opening the door, she realized she was back in the bookstore. Going down the hallway she found Lorena chatting with Cedric by the desk. They both turned around when she entered the room, Cedric's face was unreadable, but Lorena burst into a grin. "There she is! You sleep like a rock, y'know that?" She chuckled.
"What time is it? How long did I sleep?" Milena asked. Lorena checked her watch,"Hmmm, you slept for about....5 hours." Milena was in shock, 5 hours?? She was about to say something, but Lorena cut her off. "I don't want to hear any apologies. You were exhausted and clearly needed the sleep. I carried you home because I wanted to, not because I had to." Milena blushed, feeling flustered by her apparent predictability.
Lorena giggled and booped her on the nose. "How was the bed? Cedric set it up while we were gone." Milena looked at the man in surprise. "You set that up?! Where did you even find such a large mattress? Not to mention the frame itself." Cedric's lips curved into a small smile, "I live to serve, My Lady." Lorena shook her head, "I don't know how he does it either. But I trust the mattress met your standards?" Milena laughed, "Considering I've been sleeping on the ground for the past three years, my standards aren't particularly high. But yes, that mattress is the most comfortable thing I've slept on in my entire life." Lorena grinned, "That's a relief considering what I wanted to talk to you about." She gave Cedric and look which he took as his queue to leave. Milena watched him go to the back offices before turning back to Lorena.
"I'm sorry, I've learned my lesson, I won't do it again, just PLEASE." Whumpee sobbed as Whumper bound their arms.
"You're not sorry," Whumper scolded. "You just want to avoid the consequences of your actions. Now hold still."
well when all else fails at least there’s daydreaming about your oc getting tortured and abused and experimented on and assaulted and dehumanized and torn apart and surgically modified and
What's In A Name? PT 4
Contents: Whumper and Whumpee meeting, Manipulative Whumper, Naive Whumpee, U-Haul Lesbians (yes really), Implied Past SA, Threats of Future SA, Whumpee is extremely Gay/Touch Starved/Horny.
OC LORE: (x) (x)
<---- Part 3
Milena awoke to find herself warm in bed. She shot up in a panic and looked around, groggy and confused. She was in what appeared to be an old office, there was a large stained glass window on the other side of the room, under that, there was a desk with books strewn about on top. The bed she was in was quite large and had silk sheets with a soft, thick comforter on top. Milena heard Lorena's voice in the next room. Had she fallen asleep at the boutique? How'd she get here?
She got out of bed and followed the woman's voice. Upon opening the door, she realized she was back in the bookstore. Going down the hallway she found Lorena chatting with Cedric by the desk. They both turned around when she entered the room, Cedric's face was unreadable, but Lorena burst into a grin. "There she is! You sleep like a rock, y'know that?" She chuckled.
"What time is it? How long did I sleep?" Milena asked. Lorena checked her watch,"Hmmm, you slept for about....5 hours." Milena was in shock, 5 hours?? She was about to say something, but Lorena cut her off. "I don't want to hear any apologies. You were exhausted and clearly needed the sleep. I carried you home because I wanted to, not because I had to." Milena blushed, feeling flustered by her apparent predictability.
Lorena giggled and booped her on the nose. "How was the bed? Cedric set it up while we were gone." Milena looked at the man in surprise. "You set that up?! Where did you even find such a large mattress? Not to mention the frame itself." Cedric's lips curved into a small smile, "I live to serve, My Lady." Lorena shook her head, "I don't know how he does it either. But I trust the mattress met your standards?" Milena laughed, "Considering I've been sleeping on the ground for the past three years, my standards aren't particularly high. But yes, that mattress is the most comfortable thing I've slept on in my entire life." Lorena grinned, "That's a relief considering what I wanted to talk to you about." She gave Cedric and look which he took as his queue to leave. Milena watched him go to the back offices before turning back to Lorena.
Would love to see more Whumpees developing an addiction to anxiety medication post whump.
Maybe it makes them feel completely empty inside or maybe it makes them feel serene. Either way, anything is better than dealing with the constant dread they feel every single day of their lives.
So what if they take more than they were prescribed? Caretaker won't have to worry about them so much. Besides, the doctor refused to up the dosage, and it only really feels good when you take three at once.....
Them having a complete meltdown when Caretaker tries to talk to them about it. They NEED this! Caretaker just doesn't understand, they'll die without it! They can't go back to living in constant fear. They don't care if they're addicted, so what? It's not like it's hurting them. Why doesn't Caretaker want them to happy? Would they rather have them waste away in their bedroom, too afraid to leave? Caretaker doesn't love them, if they did they wouldn't be doing this. NO, DON'T TAKE THEM PLEASE! THEY PROMISE TO BE BE GOOD! THEY NEED IT! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE THEY NEED IT!
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you're my dog and to some extent my wife
Whumper's spouse being sure their house is haunted and Whumper gently reassuring them it's just their imagination.
While Whumpee is hidden somewhere, still hoping that one day someone will find them.
"You can leave when I say you can leave."
Would love to see more Whumpees developing an addiction to anxiety medication post whump.
Maybe it makes them feel completely empty inside or maybe it makes them feel serene. Either way, anything is better than dealing with the constant dread they feel every single day of their lives.
So what if they take more than they were prescribed? Caretaker won't have to worry about them so much. Besides, the doctor refused to up the dosage, and it only really feels good when you take three at once.....
Them having a complete meltdown when Caretaker tries to talk to them about it. They NEED this! Caretaker just doesn't understand, they'll die without it! They can't go back to living in constant fear. They don't care if they're addicted, so what? It's not like it's hurting them. Why doesn't Caretaker want them to happy? Would they rather have them waste away in their bedroom, too afraid to leave? Caretaker doesn't love them, if they did they wouldn't be doing this. NO, DON'T TAKE THEM PLEASE! THEY PROMISE TO BE BE GOOD! THEY NEED IT! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE THEY NEED IT!
Thinking about Mimi's parents and how, yes they were incredibly abusive. But they were also still her parents, they were cruel, but they were also kind. They loved her so much but at the same time they associate her with a very traumatic time in their lives (pregnant at 15 and forced to marry eachother by fundamentalist Christian parents).
It's not even a conscious thing for them. It's not an intentional bias against her. They thrusted Mimi into a 2nd mother type role and held her to such an unrealistic standard that she was bound to fail no matter what.
It's sad because they TRIED to be better than their parents. They raised Mimi and her siblings away from the church, they supported Mimi coming out, they never withheld food (even if they threatened to sometimes), didn't make them kneel on rice for hours on end, never burned them with cigarettes etc. But that doesn't change the fact that what they did to their daughter was awful and cruel.
That's why when Mimi ran away, they were finally forced to reckon with what they had done. What they had pushed their daughter to do. They had called it 'tough love' and 'teaching responsibility.' But in reality, they were just taking out their fear and anger on her.
So they do the work, they go to therapy. They learn how to better communicate, how to manage their anger, how to foster better supportive relationships with their children. Which is all very well and good, but Mimi is still gone. And no matter how good their relationship with their sons is, there will always be anger and resentment for what they did to their big sister.
The first 2 years of her disappearance, they fully believed she would come back (or at least contact them in some way.) They tried to keep that hope alive longer, but after 5 years they came to terms with the fact she was probably dead. It nearly broke them, they became better people at the cost of their babies life, they were monsters. But they knew they had to be there for their remaining children, even if said children hate them forever. They had to be better parents for them, for the memory of the girl they lost.
Of course, Mimi isn't dead. And when she is returned to them 13 years later, they'll have a whole new reckoning to face.
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"It's the first thing you taught them, isn't it?"
They point to the side with their chin, where Nate is folded into a decent bow, face pressed to the floor and trembling.
"That there would be new rules, and that your power was absolute."
It doesn't take much, really. It's been days of no food and barely enough water, so Audric can't react to any of their hits. One punch to the stomach has him folded in two, and then it's a free-for-all.
He ends up on the floor, curled up even tighter than Nate.
"You must have taught them well. They've been so good for me."
Unlike you goes unsaid.
"Please-"
Whumper barks out a laugh, mean and sharp, as he scrambles on his hands and knees trying to get up or back away or-
"I know you were more lenient than me, but even you wouldn't have accepted that kind of begging."
They crouch on their heels in front of him, hand confidently reaching for his hair.
"You know what I want, you know how I'll get it, so why is it you can't even fucking pretend to be good for me?"
The Surrender Part 1
TW: failed (?) escape attempt, drugging via syringe, parental & delusional whumper, defiant whumpee, fighting, stabbing, manhandling, whumpee getting chased, whumpee beating up whumper
Continuation of this.
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Jace realized through a haze of panic that he had no idea where he was going. His knowledge was limited to one hallway and one room; that being the kitchen he had eaten in before passing out.
Knowing only that would have to be enough. It just had to. The problem was Jace couldn't recognize where in the house he was, meaning he had no idea how to get back into that one familiar hallway.
Distantly, he could hear Theodore calling out for him, but he didn't bother looking back. Every second was precious. His feet moved clumsily down the hall, his socks making him slip and slide as if he were running on ice.
He turned and twisted down hallways, passing through a blur of rooms, expression searching and desperate. His legs felt sore already, the muscle strung tight like a coil of wire from sudden use.
Somehow he managed to lose Theodore throughout the chase, likely due to his sporadic and confused movements not following logical reasoning; being driven by a purely animalistic desire to escape. He didn't stop even then, too paranoid to trust the quiet. You don't fear the forest when it's loud, but quiet. At least, that's what his father used to tell him when he took him out hunting for the first time. And last. He never bothered to again after Jace couldn't force himself to shoot down a deer.
Nearly tripping over his feet, Jace's heart surged with hope as he saw the familiar backs of the paintings hanging off the walls. He must have passed the kitchen in his panic. Without any further hesitation, Jace sprinted down the hallway, past the paintings, and to the front door. He searched nearby for his sneakers, but they were gone. His hands tightened around the handle and pulled.
The door handle rattled as Jace started to desperately tug it up and down without prevailing. Locked.
Fuck.
His back hit the door as he slid down to the floor, puffs of air irregularly escaping his mouth as he dug his hands into his hair. He felt like a mouse stuck in a trap. What to do now? Where to go from here?
Window….Window! In the kitchen, there were floor length windows!
Nearly tripping over his own feet as he shot up, Jace scampered back down the hall and into the kitchen.
Grabbing one of the dining chairs, Jace used the legs of it to ram it into the centre of the window, shattering the elongated panel of glass into jaded shards.
He had to move quickly. Theodore would be able to pinpoint exactly where Jace was now, if he already hadn't figured where Jace was going. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out Jace would try to find the exit, after all. And then it would be all too easy to find him in the kitchen. His heart felt tight, anxious with freedom so near. Jace reached down with one hand to brace himself on the frame of the window, getting ready to jump out, only to flinch away with a hiss as the remnants of glass sliced through his palm.
Fingers fumbling, he wrangled his hoodie off and threw it over the opening. Now, he was ready. Finally, he would be able to escape.
A hand grabbed him from behind, tugging him back.
A needle pushed into the side of his neck, quickly, gone before he could flinch.
"N—No!" Jace yowled, he was so, so, so close! Just a bit further, and this would all be over, and he would be safe!
Jace knew that his strength, while still with him, would start depleting exponentially any second now.
With that thought in mind, Jace swirled around, planting both of his palms into Theodore's chest and pushed. Theodore stumbled back, his hands reaching out to pull Jace down with him, and then both of them were on the ground, trying to get on top of one another. The air was knocked out of Jace's chest. From the heavy weight of Theodore sitting on him or the drugs quickly coursing through his system, Jace didn't know.
His head was starting to feel fuzzy and his fingers were tingling, turning numb. Still, Jace didn't let himself stop. The moment he stopped, he wouldn't be able to start again. Trying to buck Theodore off of him, Jace squirmed against the cool wooden floors, but Theodore was everywhere. Theodore's hands were gaining purchase on his wrists; his thighs pinning his legs. His lips were moving frantically too, but all Jace could hear was the sound of his own pounding heart.
And then, Jace was being crushed into a chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart, embrace. The rabbit-like cadence of Jace's heart matched Theodore's, and it was only then that Jace realized Theodore was shaking. Something wet hit the side of his throat. Not blood, but tears.
With his hands now free, Jace reached around blindly. The tingling sensation had spread from the tips of his fingers to his shoulders. In spite of that, he managed to curl his fingers around something and stab that object into the meat of Theodore's shoulder.
The shard sunk deep, and Jace felt a wet inhale beside his ear. The screaming started. Jace didn't know who it was coming from, he simply raised the shard once more, sinking it into Theodore's back.
The weight on his body shifted again. Hands moved to pin his, and Jace could swear he could hear Theodore pleading, saying things such as "No, please" and "I love you". He didn't care for it. He needed Theodore off of him. To stop touching him. He wanted to go home and sleep. He wanted to wake up next to August after a long night of stargazing.
The shard was cutting into his fingers as he slashed it against Theodore's forearms, trying to get some distance.
The mass on his body was lifted.
Deliriously, Jace grunted as he flipped onto his stomach and slowly began to crawl for the window. The tingling sensation had gone and in its place came an all consuming numbness.
His vision blurred. He dragged his body across the floor using his forearms, painstakingly slow.
Just a little more..
He was almost there…Almost…
Jace tried to keep moving his arms forward, but his body could only twitch. He fell limp, only two more strides away from the window.
Then, his eyes fluttered shut, and an unwelcome sleep pulled him under.
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A/N: gah okay guys, this is the LAST confining care post until I get that anniversary special out :((( i just like to go over wips when i have writer's block and i just so happened to have a lot for confining care. also this was supposed to include more scenes (like the aftermath with Theodore), but I'll just post that as a separate chapter I guess
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