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Whumpees who hate eachother wake up in shared captivity, and now have to work together to get out. Bonus points if they're family. Extra bonus points if they're used as leverage to make sure the other behaves. Extra extra bonus points if it works.
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"...and what should we do with you..."
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Whumptober Day 2: Caged ↳ Captain America: Civil War (2016)
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It’s the top of the first, Raylan.
Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter… swing!
Justified – 2.13 Bloody Harlan for @kaijuscientists
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LOVE the trope of a captive finally getting ransomed back to their own side and they're brought out in front of their friends for the first time in weeks, maybe months, squinting in the bright light, pale and bruised and limping, and they're practically dragged towards their friends before being dropped unceremoniously at their feet, they try to tell everyone they're okay or even make a joke, but start to sway and then pass out before they can finish speaking.
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Anonymous asked:
Hello! You and your nonnies are so good at knowing things regarding whump! Do you know any movies/episodes with male character being in captivity for some time (I mean longer than your typical crime procedural kidnapping for a day or something)? Bonus points for the rescue?
I can’t recall anything long term, but as you pointed out, my fellow whumpers are usually so good at finding whatever it is you might be searching for.
Whumblr friends, help a nonny out?
THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!!!
Unfortunately, it’s rarely (if ever) seen in TV. And if it IS seen, it’s glossed over massively to “this guy gets abducted” in one episode and “look we found him” several episodes later with no real content between the two.
The Unit did a good episode called SERE, though. It’s about an exercise in Survival, Evasion, Resistance, Escape - which is a real thing the military does. The team of five guys are all taken captive and held prisoner for some time, subjected to the same kinds of torture and interrogation they would be if they were taken by enemy forces. One of them is also ill when he’s taken, which adds to the whump/drama.
That’s honestly the only TV episode I can think of that really explores long-term captivity. Although my personal favorite, Once Upon a Time, did do a great couple of episodes in Season 5 (episodes 13/14) where Emma rescues Hook after a long captivity. We don’t get to see the captivity, but we know he’s been captive for awhile when the show rejoins him - and he’s definitely beaten and bloody as a result of it. And there’s a rescue!!
Movies are a lot more giving in this department. Ryan Philippe’s Catch Hell is good. He plays an actor who gets kidnapped by crazy rednecks, and while I can’t recall exactly how long they keep him for, his captivity lasts through the entire movie just about - and it feels like a nice long time ;)
Barracuda is another great movie. It’s in German, so you’ll have to read subtitles if you don’t speak that language - but it’s well worth it! It’s about a lonely old man who abducts a young neighbor to be his “friend”. This one is definitely a long captivity - and has lots of great whump!
Of course, we can’t forget Misery. It’s a long captivity classic!
In that same vein is Amnesiac, which is another “man kept captive in house/bed” film, this one with a bit more of a mystery to it, as he doesn’t remember who he is - nor who the woman is who’s keeping him captive and claims she’s his wife…
Arena would probably count as a film with a long captivity in it. The male lead gets abducted and “broken” through torture until he’s willing to engage in fights to the death versus other captives. Unfortunately, the lengthy torture/breaking is more of a brief montage with the movie itself focusing on the death matches and the male lead’s eventual revenge.
Bedlam has a male lead who’s being held in a mental hospital and is subjected to a bunch of old-timey medical treatments as torture/punishment. This one has a really gory looking intro, but the movie itself is pretty tame - so don’t let it scare you off.
And I would feel remiss if I didn’t recommend a couple of my favorite short term captivity works that do such a thorough job of exploring the captivity itself that they’re more satisfying than the usual “brief captivity” storyline. Those would be Buried with Ryan Reynolds and Brake with Stephen Dorff. Both films are pretty much 100% captive man in peril from beginning to end, with lots of fear and pain for your pleasure 😉
Looking forward to seeing if anyone else has any additions!!
Warning: Most of these don’t have rescues - either the whumpee saves themselves or… well, in some cases they don’t ;)
Oh, wait. I found some more:
Fantastic list! I've got a couple to add!
Hawaii Five-0 2x10 (gifset, gifset) and 5x07 (gifset, gifset) (Steve is taken captive and tortured and Danny comes to his rescue.)
Poldark season 3 (3x05 especially. Dwight is taken captive and held as a POW. It's a multi episode plot like and he has ptsd because of his captivity. Plus the rescue is my favorite part. It's so good.) (gifset, gifset, gifset, gifset)
Once Upon a Time season 5 (5x11 to 5x14) (Killian is held captive in the underwold during this season plus a whole season for the rescue.) (gifset, gifset, gifset)
Outlander season 4 (4x10-4x13) (Roger Mackenzie is held captive/sold into slavery and remains there for months. Also has a fantastic rescue by Claire and Jamie.) (gifset, gifset, gifset)
Game of Thrones season 2 (2x07) (Jaime Lannister is held captive by the Starks. Not exactly rescued but the Brienne/Jaime s3 story is the best) (gifset, gifset, gifset)
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CIRCUS WHUMP
guys guys guys guys circus whump
- whumpee is forced to dress like a clown and perform despite being injured or being injured during performance
- carved/forced smiles, tattooed makeup
- nonhuman whumpee being treated like an attraction, caged and paraded around stage
- whumpee being whipped on stage by a "tamer" (i actually hate this trope but more power to you i guess)
- being forced to perform acrobatics despite not having any training and falling
- ring master whumper
- theatrical whumping
- a circus employee getting hurt during the show and being forced to continue
- someone getting mauled on stage by an animal
you know
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Tom Ellis and Emilie de Ravin | Once Upon A Time 2.19
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Whumptober Nº5 - RUNNING OUT OF TIME - Caged
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Roger in his Idiot Hut
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Whump Prompt #6
An empath being forced to connect with a fellow prisoner. The team has to watch as their empath flinches, cries, begs, mutters, and screams as the other prisoner is tortured. The worst part is that nothing is actually happening to the empath and there’s nothing the team can do to help.
Bonus points if: the empath can actually feel the whump, not just the thoughts and emotions.
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“Again.”
Hands, shaking, reach for the gun. Fingers wrap around the barrel and skim across the rough grip.
“A- a girl.” Hands clench and release against filed grooves and ridges in dark, worn metal. “S-she was scared. Could barely lift it, she was shaking so bad. She c-couldn’t, she had to-”
“Focus.”
The gun clatters against the table, and hands, shaking, retreat. “She did it. She shot him.”
“I know that, idiot.” The gun is pushed back into those trembling hands. “Give me her name.”
There’s a stifled whimper at the unexpected touch, and fingers twitch under the gloved grip. The gun presses against palms, gloves against the backs of bare hands, and there’s no escape from the onrushing sensations. It’s hard, to filter past memories written stark and bold in lines of terror to quieter thoughts, the ones that remain at the bedrock of personality, facts so ingrained that surface thoughts rarely touch them. The face of the dead person appears, snarling in hatred that bleeds into fear at the sight of the gun.
“Larissa, it’s Larissa-” not enough, not yet - “Holbrook, Larissa Holbrook.”
Hands, shaking, let go of the gun, poised to pull away as soon as the gloved grip permits them. No such mercy is granted, however.
“Find her.”
“N-no, I can’t, I d-don’t, I don’t do that, I can’t, it’s too far, too much, I can’t-”
The departure of one gloved hand is too quick to trigger relief before it returns - fast, cracking back-handed against the side of a blindfolded face, which snaps to one side with a frightened, pained cry. Gloved hands wrench at trembling, rigid wrists, slamming trapped hands back down on to the gun.
“Find her.”
Tears dampen the blindfold, streaking down hollow, freckled cheeks as the instinct to build walls against sensation and foreign memories is overridden, forced down in obedience to the drive for survival. Instead, the reader pushes outwards, bridging the fading connection between the object and it’s user to open a link in real-time. Hands, shaking, become conduits between the reader and the girl who killed a man.
“She’s…” It’s hard, it’s so hard. “I don’t think I can do it, I don’t think I can find her-” a flinch, as one of the gloved hands withdraws. “Sorry! Sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll keep trying-”
The gloved hand does not return to strike the reader, but it doesn’t cover the reader’s hands again, either, and the mystery of its’ location adds anxiety and another layer of fear to the pain growing in the reader’s head. The link is growing, stabilizing, almost enough to see a shadowy imprint of the girl. The reader shakes, full-body trembles wracking their underfed frame in the cold metal chair.
“She’s, she’s in a house-” pain lances behind blindfolded eyes. “No, it’s a motel, room, room number-” elbows brace the reader’s sagging frame on the table. “204, it’s room 204.”
“Give me a name.” One gloved hand tightens on the reader’s wrists.
“Hhn, it’s…” something plips against the surface of the table, under the reader’s head where they lean forward, near collapse. “Aah- please, it hurts, I’m sorry, I’m trying, it’s, it’s, sun, sunset, hhngh, pines - Sunset Pines Motel, here, it’s here in the city, please,” the reader keels forward, resting their aching, flushed forehead against the cool surface of the table. The smell of blood, iron-rich and warm against chilled steel, wafts thickly from the nosebleed that pushing their power too far, too fast has given them.
Finally, finally, the gun is taken away and the reader’s hands released. It’s only a moment, though, before touch returns, gloved hands yanking at their arm to pull their exhausted body out of the chair and tug them along behind the owner of the gloved hands. The reader stumbles, reaching up blindly to clutch at something, anything, for support, only to have their hands slapped away as they’re steadied roughly.
“No touching, you know the rules!”
“Sorry, ’m sorry,” they tuck their hands close to their chest and try to keep themselves upright through dragging, sucking exhaustion and pain. A door opens; they turn a corner, walk up a hall. Ten steps, twenty, twenty-five - keeping count is as natural as breathing, by now. Thirty-seven steps, and their guide pauses - good - keys jingle, another door opens, and they’re pushed through into their cell.
The door slams behind them, and the reader sags, tipping into the wall and sliding down to huddle in the corner of the small space. They tuck their hands into their armpits and tip forward to rest their forehead against their knees, and focus on putting away the sense-memories of the girl and her gun until their head feels a little quieter, a little more their own.
Only then, only once it’s as close to quiet as they can ever get in this place, does the reader reach up, with hands still trembling from the aftershocks of overextension, and unwrap the blindfold. The small grey cube, kept dim for the scattered moments they’re allowed sight, is bare but for the black circle in the ceiling, keeping watchful, ever-vigilant eye over what little solitude they are allowed. The reader tucks the blindfold close to their chest, where they can put it back on at a moment’s notice, and rests their head back on their knees, watching the blank grey walls until blankness bleeds into shallow, restless sleep.
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Whumpee manages to escape captivity after months, maybe years. Half-manic, permanently scarred, one could even say mangled – and the only thing that kept them going was the thought of seeing their teammates again.
They make it home. The thought of being surrounded and embraced by their friends sounds like heaven.
They’re already crying in relief as the door opens. When it does, though, their tears stop on their face.
Whumpee is greeted by a stranger. A new member. Their replacement.