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~Female whumpee/whumper, living weapon, mind control whump, uuuuh, yeah, Idk what else to add rn~
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Her vision came black slowly and she let out a yelp of pain as it seeped in from the gash on her side, getting her aware quickly.
She wished she wasn't so aware.
She let out a scream of horror when she saw the bodies surrounding her, the blood pooled on the floor, the knife in her hand that quickly clattered to the ground. She tried to scramble backwards, but only ran into a pair of legs. She looked up and froze.
The woman that stood above her chuckled softly. Whumper's hand reached down and she threaded her fingers through Whumpee's hair. She stayed frozen, watching the bright red nails, sharp as falcon talons, so close to her face. Despite the pain from her gash and other injuries, and the flooding guilt and terror from the bodies and blood around her, it was those nails and this woman that stood above her.
“Oh sweetheart, you did so well!” Whumper cooed, “It's getting easier to get in your head now!” A tiny whimper escaped Whumpee's throat and Whumper chuckled again, a low, smooth sound that made Whumpee's heart race. Her nails came to rest under Whumpee's chin, pressing into her skin just slightly. Her thumb drifted over Whumpee's cheek, over the scars from those same nails. Where those red nails carved into her skin and her mind slipped away. She still didn't know how it worked. She never remembered what happened after those red nails broke her skin. But she usually woke up covered in blood and surrounded by bodies.
“Oh sweetheart, don't give me that look. I don't know if you can take much more at the moment. Your mind is getting a little… fragile. I wouldn't want to risk loosing my favorite weapon. Such a lovely, lovely girl. Stand now.” Whumpee slowly climbed to her feet, shaking heavily as she kept her eyes on the bright red nails. Whumper drew her nails away and Whumpee let out a sigh of relief. Whumper hummed and said
“Pick up the knife.” Her hand landed on a nearby table, those red nails tapping, one after another.
Whumpee hated the sound. But to speak was to be hurt. She slowly knelt down and picked up the knife, her hands trembling. A sob escaped her throat as she looked at the bodies around her, the people she killed. She didn't want to kill them, she never wanted to, but Whumper always made her. Red nails appeared on her shoulder and whumper said
“Come, we've got to go. No need for the police to find us at the scene.” Whumpee nodded and turned, following Whumper out of the building. Whumper's hand was up casually as she talked, walking ahead of her. Her red nails clicked together.
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.
It was all Whumpee could focus on, those damn red nails.
Those red nails in the car, tapping on the steering wheel.
Those red nails on the door handle of the small apartment Whumper left Whumpee in most of the time, clacking against the metal.
Those red nails threading a needle with suture string, careful and precise.
Those red nails dipped in Whumpee's blood as Whumper threated her injuries.
Those red nails catching Whumpee's wrist when she tried to dash for the door.
Those red nails breaking Whumpee's skin again as her mind slipped back into Whumper's hands as Whumper hissed
“Don't you ever forget that you're mine.”
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First time doing a writing event, hope you liked it!!! :)
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HEHEHEHE, IM GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!
My original idea for this one was for whumper to be a ghost, but I wasn't sure about it, so I ended up going towards mind control instead, because thats close enough. It also works well with something I won't share quite yet. :)
The Red Nails things arose because I wanted Whumper to have something recognizable and notable about her, and the nails were what came to mind. This will be important.
Tomorrow, you can look forward to my Day 2 writing!
you can pull recovery whump tropes/cliches from my cold dead hands. every time a caretaker waits at a distance for whumpee to touch them first, only to have that moment be when they fall asleep on their shoulder and they are DESPERATE to be chill and cool and not freaking out theyre so not brimming with excitement over this- an angel gets its wings
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Trigger warning: OCD
Whumpee is subjected to relentless, unpredictable abuse and begins to develop irrational, obsessive compulsive thoughts and behaviours as a result. They're constantly looking for patterns to try and predict what's coming, and developing little rituals as a way to try and exert some control over their situations
'I always double-knot my laces. Yesterday I didn't and she was in a bad mood all day. Now I double-tie them, untie them and then tie double tie them again to make sure.'
'He's angrier when he eats out of the red bowl for breakfast, I'm sure. I need to hide it and only serve his meals in the black bowl.'
'The beatings are less bad when I take an even number of steps when I'm walking towards them.'
'They're happier with my chores when I clean everything with my left hand first, then my right'.
'If I blink ten times before I go to sleep, it means they're more likely to let me sleep the whole night.'
'They don't get as mad if I only breathe through my nose'
Whumpee slowly growing more neurotic and caught up in their compulsions which, obviously, aren't making the slightest bit of difference to their situation.
When it finally gets bad enough that they say “I think I need to lay down for a bit.” Tentative, a little meek, testing the waters—seeing if nobody will put up any opposition to the idea.
Staring at the ceiling, unable to move, unable to think, unable to do anything.
Crying and screaming, not being able to deal with it anymore, but also not being able to get away from it.
Breathing through it and feeling some relief. Okay. I can do this. I'm still in control. I can still handle this. Just breathe. Just focus on your breathing.
Breathing through it and feeling no relief at all. Slowly losing your grip on your coping mechanisms. Decending into panic and desperation. Hyperventilating.
Doing okay with the pain until one small extra thing suddenly completely sends you over the edge.
Rocking back and forth. Trying to sooth yourself and distract yourself. Fidgeting. Biting your lip. Bitting your nails.
Pulling on your hair to create new pain to distract you from the existing one.
Getting dizzy and nauseous just from the pain.
Drifting in and out of consciousness. Welcoming the softening edges of the pain as you're slowly drifting off.
Constant chronic pain that might not be that severe but becomes completely overwhelming to your mind simply because its always there.
Sharp unexpected blunt pain that suprises you and makes you yell out, all of your brain consumed by the sudden wave of agony as adrenaline rushes through your system and you're awareness completely shrinks to the sensation or the injury.
Nervously preparing yourself for pain that's about to come. Trying really hard to stay calm. Trying to remember what helps you get through it. Trying not to give into the rising panic in your chest.
I want to talk about conditioning for a minute, from someone who has undergone it.
It has been 15 yrs as of March 30th since I left for basic training (probably why it's been on my mind A LOT lately, so sorry guys). In those 15 years, I've undone most of the programming, but you know what, there are some things that just will not go away.
For example, reveille, if you want to see me go from fast asleep to moving like something is on fire and have me dressed and out the door before the song ends, wake me up with that, even hearing it during the day gives me a minor adrenaline rush. I have not heard that tune in like 2 years, and I'm pretty sure I will still react the same way. I have been completely Pavlove's dog to it, and it only took 8.5 weeks.
Next is my hands in my pocket - it feels rebellious and taboo when I do it, even now I still feel a slight jolt of excitement when I do it. I actually put my hands in my pocket a lot now because it feels weird, and I like that 🤣
Even how I walk has changed, I still have no bounce in my step, I still roll my feet to walk quieter, I still find myself falling in step with people I'm walking next to. I have done my best to undo this one, but it still shows up every now and then. I will also still walk to a beat if music playing is anything similar to a Jodie.
It has been 15 years with active work done to undo this, and it still shows up! I was in for a total of just 5.5 years.
It also took me years (3-4) to stop standing at parade rest and over using sir/ma'am. That only got better from being constantly called out on it.
My point? A conditioned whumpee will likely have behaviors just show up even years later. there will also likely be completely normal things they will likely have to actively think about doing or not doing, and it may always feel weird or foreign to them (like me putting my hands in my pocket). This won't be something that goes away in weeks or months. They are going to have these internal reactions to certain stimuli, likely the rest of their life. Also, these responses can be exhausting for a caretaker! That's a lot of emotional burden on them, depending on what the whumpee was conditioned to.
Hopefully, this helps someone somewhere somehow with some inspiration! 😊 feel free to pick my brain further if you want.
Thank you for letting me talk a bit about my experiences, it's refreshing. I promise after March I'll be less military again. 🤣
I was never in the "real" military, but I was in the ATC (air train corps), then OTC (officer training corps) and then TA (territorial army - that one likely didn't need a definition but meh) which is essence means that some form of military style thing was part of my life from age 14 to age 25. It wasn't every day, just a few evenings and a LOT of weekends. But the amount of behaviours that just became part of me is terrifying...
My posture is a big one, I cannot slouch. Just can't do it. My partner and I share a car and he gets so irritated after I have been driving because the seat is set with the back essentially at a right angle to the seat.
I still naturally stand at ease (which I assume parade rest is the American term for?), also still walk in time to music - though I was in the marching band for both ATC and OTC so I may be a lost cause on that.
Also the pockets!!! I hadn't even realised that might be connected by I put my hands in my pockets so much and it always gives a small thirll, but I never really realised why!
As a weird extra, I am an unltra runner. And when I get to the latter end of a race and get tempted to stop I still hear the voice of one of my old sergeants yelling at me in my head 😂 it's surprisingly useful but also kind of disturbing
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more characters with psychic powers who get migraines and seizures after they use them. i wanna see someone kill a bunch of ppl with their mind and then lay in a dark room vomiting for two days
Whumpee can feel every involuntary movement, the crawling under their skin, the burning in their muscles as they try to resist. It hurts. If they could cry, plead, do anything, they would. But they can only watch as their hand reaches for the knife. Caretaker is turned away. If only they could warn them
Or
Whumpee is barely aware, they can vaguely see the changes as they’re moving from room to room. There’s muffled conversation, a familiar voice. Things slowly get clearer, and they realize the dark splotches the could see on the walls are blood, and that voice they heard, was caretakers.
Do you have any ideas on how to write a whumpee watching someone else getting tortured? Like besides the obvious "its so awful, why is this happening, i cant look."
Yes!
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Content: post beating, caged, branding, interrogation, gagging, hostage situation, held at gunpoint, captivity, forced to kneel, stripped, whipping, crying, torture, survivor's guilt
A coming home to B curled into the corner of the couch, covered in fresh bruises. They fall to their knees beside their friend. "What happened to you?!"
A locked in a cage as B is dragged out, kicking and thrashing, pinned down and branded. "Feel like talking now, A?"
A screaming so much as stoic B is tortured that they are gagged. Tears running over their mouth into their mouth, forced open around the gag, drooling. Choking down their own cries. Now they can't even try to comfort B with their words.
A's eyes widen as they recognize B, who's being held at gunpoint. "Kneel." A slowly gets down on their knees, hands up in the air. Before they can speak, the next command comes. "Put these on. Behind your back." A set of handcuffs slides across the ground, bumping in their knees. "You have 10 seconds, or B dies."
A pretending not to care as B is tied to a post. Stripped. The torturer picks up a whip. Hoping desperately that whumper changes their mind and decides to whip A instead, since they clearly don't care about B enough to even spare them a glance. Tears flow as they lower their head at B's first scream.
Standing on the other side of the room where B is being tortured, biting their lips, hugging themselves, shaking violently as the screams echo out of the room at their back.
Survivor's guilt. A got out. B did not. "I could've done something. I could've found a way. It should've been me."
Whumpee who’s usually stoic and calm even in the worst of moments, comes out of anesthesia, and they’re utterly inconsolable. Crying, thrashing, pulling at their lines, trying to get up, pleading and begging with the medical staff. Acting with all the fear that they never let Whumper or anyone else see. They eventually calm down and have no recollection of the incident, but everyone who saw them in that state now has a very good idea of just how horrible what Whumpee went through truly was.
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Drugs in whump are so top tier. I don't care if it's impractical.
Drugged Whumpee hallucinating their rescue only to realize later how wrong they were.
Medically drugged Whumpee hallucinating Whumper after their rescue
Whumper basically using drugs to get Whumpee addicted to torture. Whatever strong drug Whumper is giving them, Whumpee is only allowed to have it during torture. They're basically begging for it after a certain point.
Drugged Whumpee who has a really bad reaction to the drug and is more scared of the drug than of Whumper (much to Whumper's annoyance).
Whumpee going through withdrawal symptoms after they're rescued. They start to hate Caretaker for rescuing them.
Caretaker needing to give Whumpee a medication (even something basic like cough medicine) that leads to Whumpee spiraling thinking Caretaker is the same as Whumper and is trying to drug them too.
A. has been possessed and is now waking up, genuinely confused and in absolute horror, to their teammates who are hurt, fighting for their lives in medbay, and/or cleaning up the wreckage.
B. still is possessed :3 And 'Whumper' is trying to appeal to Caretaker to uncuff 'em.
