we see a lot of cutting initials or branding symbols into whumpee's chest, stomach, or back and it's great. but how do we feel about the inner thigh
Whumpee writes a stand-up comedy routine about their experience which is so truly horrifying that the only person they can perform it for is their former fellow captive-- who ends up laughing so hard they can't breathe.
"Shock collar? I barely know 'er!"
hear me out. normally fierce character who hates being tended to being so tired/exhausted/weak they just.. can't. they can't bite back, they can't tell others to leave them alone, they can't insist they're well enough to handle themselves... they just have to accept it. they have to rely on others and it's terrifying for them but oh god do they need it + caretaker who's shocked by it and was expecting the usual resistance. they tend to them wide-eyed or still lightly mocking since that's what they're used to and it makes it worse for whumpee either way. they're ashamed by it - they can't walk on their own, they can barely sit up without help, they can't regulate their emotions and need to cry and cling onto someone whenever something small happens and it's unbearable
this is absolutely delicious!!
god i miss whump. having enough brainspace to be back in hyperfixation whump world would fix me rn
- The confusion: waking up not knowing what time it is, where they are, why they are scared...
- Feeling almost sick, queasy after the nightmare fed them disturbing images
- Checking the time right after waking up and panicking a little when they see it's not morning yet
- The relief after they finally wake up
- Slowly peeling their sweaty t-shirt away from their skin and putting on a fresh one, either nicely cold or sickening so
- Angry tears: a childhood nightmare coming back after years of silence
- Waking up sad, not scared or stressed, just... sad. The nightmare presented memories of the past, soaked in a shape of love they can't feel anymore. They lie down, staring at the ceiling, tears soaking their hair.
- Flinching at the unexpected touch from Caretaker who had reached their bed after hearing muffled cries.
Whumpee who is recovering after the whumpTM, but it's not going great. They're so frustrated with themselves, with their caretakers, just with everything. Everyone is so soft and understanding and it bothers them and they want to scream, but they know they should be grateful.
Until Caretaker comes along. Caretaker isn't 'nice' like the others, they don't take bullshit. They're good for Whumpee, but they don't baby them. They treat them like an adult with anatomy, and it's so refreshing for Whumpee.
"You want to stay up, fine. But you will tell me when you can't anymore, because if I have to drag you off the floor we're both in trouble. Understand?"
"Stop whining. What do you need?" (And then they get or do whatever it is without issues or judgement.)
"Want to tell me why you're doing worse today?" -- "No..." -- "Okay."
"Where does it hurt?" -- "It doesn-" -- "Don't give me that, I can see it hurts. Now tell me where."
Caretaker trusts Whumpee to know what they need, and lets them know again and again they won't take this nonsense of hiding their pain. They're practical, and kind, and Whumpee needed that.
Heads up, new whumpee with big brown puppy eyes unlocked 🥺
How I go to bed when I've got new whumpees to put through all the same old whump daydreams I've been carefully curating for years
Currently obsessing over whumper going too far with a punishment and feeling guilty about having hurt whumpee so bad
content: carewhumper, comfort, broken bones, DIY medicine
“Fuck.”
Whumper stared at Whumpee’s battered body on the floor, bloody and motionless. They ran a hand through their hair anxiously; they hadn’t meant to take it this far. Was Whumpee even breathing?
“Get up,” they tried, already knowing Whumpee wouldn’t oblige. They gently nudged Whumpee’s side with their shoe, but it was no use. “Get up.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. They crouched down and started shaking Whumpee by the shoulders, all to no avail. They pressed two fingers to their bloody neck and felt a weak pulse — thank the heavens, at least they were still alive.
“I’m not becoming a murderer,” they muttered as they tried to scoop Whumpee up from the floor. It wasn’t working. Whumpee was too heavy, and they were dead weight. “I’m not becoming a murderer. Stay here. I’ll just bring the first-aid kit to you.”
As if Whumpee would go anywhere in this condition.
Whumper returned swiftly, pulling the box open as they sat back down on the floor next to their captive. They didn’t even know where to start. Disinfectant… That was good, right? That was a good start.
Whumpee didn’t even flinch as the burning substance was gently dabbed into their still bleeding wounds, nor did they protest when Whumper bandaged them up. “You better wake up,” they murmured, their nerves becoming worse and worse. “You better, you hear me? Fuck, I need to look up how to make a splint… Fuck, why are you doing this to me?”
Guilt pierced their heart as soon as they said the words. Whumpee wasn’t doing anything. This was all their fault.
“Just wake up,” they whispered desperately. “Don’t make me a murderer. Don’t.”
Sickfic + kidnapping whump
- a whumpee that's sick before getting kidnapped
- OR they come down with something during their captivity
- either way we get ourselves a Carewhumper or Whumper-turned-Caretaker situation
- imagine a whumpee with a cold who can't sneeze or cough through the gag and starts hyperventilating
- or a whumpee with the flu or a stomach bug who's vomiting everywhere
- just making whumper's job so much harder because on top of having a captive they now have to make sure the whumpee doesn't die or spread the illness to them or their henchmen before the ransom is paid/they're rescued/etc
feel free to add on!
Hmm yeah the 'didn't realize they were injured trope' but getting in a little fight and not realizing the punch you felt was actually a knife until the guys are down and you're stumbling away and suddenly everything hurts now that the adrenaline is gone-
woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic
Washing wounds hurts. Washing scrapes and scratches hurts. Rubbing over torn apart skin with a soapy sponge hurts. Cleaning out a pus-oozing infection hurts. A cold shower while having muscle cramps hurts. It all burns and throbs, pain radiating from each and every little opening. Open blisters on the feet light on fire as soapy water runs down off the legs—this almost impossible to stand comfortably and getting in or out of the tub creates a fall risk.
Burns sting like a nest of bees as water pummels the withering flesh. Injuries on the fingers make it hard to thoroughly wash the hair, even as blood, skin, and debris crumble away under the water. Turning your head just the wrong way can get water in your ears or nose or can encourage shampoo to run into the eyes. Plucking shirt fibers from sores with tweezers is a tedious and agitating exercise.
Perhaps even the unraveling towel catches on a loose stitch or staple. Perhaps Whumpee can't recognize themselves the first time they see their reflection in the mirror. Perhaps all Whumpee feels is the aftermath of all they've endured. Perhaps Whumpee has to do it all by themselves, including redressing their wounds.
Bathe your Whumpees, lovelies ✨
vehicles and violence: cars
cw: mentions of kidnapping, restraints, drugging
- forced to drive at gunpoint. sweaty fingers slipping against the steering wheel, threatened from behind and told exactly where to go, somehow charged with both of their lives but not in control at all
- car chases and gunfights. returning fire through broken windows, bullets and metal and glass exploding, bleeding all over the place and just trying to stay on the road
- car chases that end upside down in a ditch. violent cacophonies going silent, pinned or trapped by crumpled metal, capsized and left dangling from a seatbelt
- driver with shards of glass in their knuckles from slamming into the dash gauge
- airbags bursting, everything white and hot and loud, friction burns from rough fabric and powder going everywhere
- i n e r t i a
- everything ringing and bleary as the shouts of enemies get closer and closer. an upended view of boots surrounding the car, getting pulled out of the wreckage or fleeing after the crash
- climbing out of broken windows and ducking behind crumpled metal, limping and bleeding as they drag themselves away
- escaping a foot pursuit only to be hit by a car. caretaker watches whumpee narrowly avoid capture, cut across a roadway, and immediately get mowed down by more goons
- thrown over the hood or bouncing off the grill and spinning head over tail. landing on pavement in an ugly heap of motionless limbs, some broken or deformed, red streaks of road rash all over
- “can you hear me? hey, hey.”
- “don’t move— try not to move your head, okay? just look at me. you’re okay.”
- the windshield shattered inward from the hard force of whumpee colliding over the hood
- the windshield shattered outward from a hard stop sending whumpee flying over the dash
- threatened with a gun just as a car pulls up and the door opens. “get in.”
- locked in a car that gets way too hot, maybe restrained or threatened in some other way to keep them from escaping until eventually they get delirious and almost die
- shoved into a trunk while restrained, drugged, or otherwise incapacitated. maybe the car ride is all muffled screams and desperate kicking, or maybe whumpee is still drowsy and out of it by the time they stop
- opening the trunk to see a glaring, very pissed off captive bound and gagged and stuffed inside
- opening the trunk to see a drooling, disoriented captive all folded up like a pretzel and squinting blearily in the light
- shoved into the backseat while restrained, drugged, or otherwise incapacitated. surrounded by enemies with nowhere to go, a canvas bag over their head or a gun at their side, helpless and trapped
- the good ol’ tuck and roll out of a moving car. whumpee jumps and hits the ground hard, rolls, rolls, and rolls, takes the rough landing and risks getting run over just to escape
- caretaker white-knuckling the steering wheel and driving like hell while whumpee bleeds out in the backseat or all over their lap, frantically trying to keep them awake and talking
- caretaker white-knuckling the steering wheel driving as carefully as possible when every bump or turn makes whumpee gasp or groan
- whumpee slumped over against the window, pale and sweaty, not really tracking the blur of colors zooming by
I’m not usually one for conditioned whumpees, and especially not for recovery, but I think I would really enjoy those types of scenes more if the trauma responses were allowed to be more nuanced and complex.
This isn’t a criticism of anyone specific, it’s just something I think I lack in the community, and I don’t think I’m the one to write it either, but I think that what puts me off is that I know what it’s like to be triggered by something, and it’s such a complicated and not always conscious process.
Like yes they might feel that someone they’re with is angry or upset with them and suddenly try to do anything they can to please them, but that might come with a wave of shame and self loathing once they’ve realised that nothing was wrong and they’ve just embarrassed themselves in front of someone close to them.
Or maybe they’re scared of that part of themself, and they’re so scared that other people will see it or hurt them again that they push them away, maybe they test their boundaries, maybe they hurt the people they love instead because they want to see what happens when they finally do get angry.
Maybe they hate that part of them that makes them become someone else, that makes them get lost in their mind. Maybe they resent how it makes relationships hard, how they try to move on but some small thing ignites a carefully buried spark of fear and the whole thing starts again.
I also wish there wasn’t so much of a power dynamic of whumpee and caretaker, where the whumpee is someone who is mentally ill and traumatised and not expected to ever be independent or live alone. No, I want them to have friends and partners and lovers, and struggle and find joy in equal measure, on their own terms.
There’s absolutely people writing this sort of content, and there are things I will read because I think they capture that complexity, and of course these are my personal feelings but I do urge people to think about this when they write, if they want to.
most writing of conditioning bugs me because it tends to be whumpees desperately trying to please whumper because they really do LOVE them now and loathe themselves,
not because they know they're supposed to and this is the safest thing. Like I prefer some more realism. Where the narrative at least shows it isn't love, it's self deceit out of self defense. Whether the whumpee realizes it at first or not- and they will nearly always eventually have their taught ideas break down in the face of the evidence of reality. It might take years.
I know some say Whump doesn't need to be realistic! And mostly no it doesn't. but if you're going to write about things real people have gone through, that shape them for life, and need a lot of therapy to work through, I feel it's respectful to at least know a little about it.
CW ahead for survivors of ABA or Conversion Therapy- Maybe don't read. Yes that is Conditioning and I'm about to get close to describing it.
I very much agree with what @redwingedwhump said!!!
So. Background. My knowledge of conditioning comes animal cognition (just finished a masters in animal behaviour!) (activate science mode!!!). But basically:
Conditioning is associating something else (food) with stimuli (a bell) with some kind of behavior (drool) in its most basic form. But it can, and does get more complicated than Pavlov.
So for example: (Abuse cw)
It's possible to associate the raising of a hand. With a slap. And that provokes a flinch.
Usually conditioning itself can become almost involuntary. (Not always but often). For example that flinch or the drool from before.
There are other examples of like: (sex cw)
Orgasms being learnt to be associated with certain smells and so that smell along becoming able to one it's own, turn someone on.
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Anyway!!! The point I'm trying to make is, if you wanna add some realism to conditioning:
Add that conditioning can become a reflex.
Add that the behavioural response of the whumpee isn't under their conscious control or them having to think consciously to avoid those reflexes.
And then it means that recovery is just that more slow and means they have to work at deconditioning themselves slowly. They have to unpick what is their normal response and what is their body freaking out.
It also means that a whumpee's internal and external dialogue may not match what their Body forces them to do.
Their conditioned response to a situation would override their actual desired response.
Which I personally think is more interesting.
The fear of your body not cooperating is interesting.
I hope that helps! And yay! Look at me using my masters!!!
I do feel like although there are situations where people can learn to associate say a raised voice with danger or a belt or a raised hand with impending pain and punishment, the way that people’s trauma responses and triggers form can be more complicated. Their captor wouldn’t be able to accurately predict what aspect of the situation their brain might latch onto and then have locked as a trigger.
But I also really like what you said about it being involuntary, because I think it’s really interesting when it is an unconscious response, so their body is panicking but mentally they know they’re safe. And there’s this disconnect and that can be so frustrating because they know that things are okay but some part of their mind won’t let them relax.
One thing (of many) about the way most conditioning whump is written that bugs me is that the premise is "they are a sobbing stuttering mess because the whumper hit them a lot and now they think everyone will" as if they were taught this crying etc behavior by the whumper. In the first place, my brothers and sisters in pain, please think about how a whumper is going to react to that kind of display. Because I have a lot of whumpers with a lot of different motives and methods and I can't think of a single one who would put up with that from a whumpee. In the second place, speaking from experience, conditioning doesn't rob you of your ability to distinguish between whumpers (abusers) and friends. You know your friends are not your whumper (abuser).
You don't kick into that level of distress because you're used to getting hurt and expect everyone to hurt you. You kick into that level of distress because you're used to one person who had you in isolation hurting you, and now that you know you're with friends, you don't know WHAT to expect. They are probably not going to behave like a whumper, but how much is that accustomed (NOT universally expected) hurt actually going to be mitigated? You don't know. Do your friends have their own unspoken "rules" you'll have to learn like you had to learn your whumper (abuser)'s unspoken "rules"? You don't know! They’re unspoken! So you're panicking, and most whumpers (abusers) do not in fact tolerate panic or tears, and now that it's happening it creates a spiral.
But at that point you're not afraid of getting hurt for whatever you started panicking about. You're afraid of getting hurt--or worse, left--because you know from experience that panic and tears are not tolerated. You have been told a million times that panic and tears will never be tolerated by anyone ever, not just the whumper (abuser). You're not sure about whatever set this off, but you are 100% sure about THAT.
Also, echoing the flat caretaker who is always patient and cuddly as a pet peeve. If you have ever been in a cptsd panic spiral, you know that people for the most part are not always patient or cuddly. They snap at you when you can't break out of an apology loop, or ask for the 20th time if they're absolutely positively sure they're not mad. Almost nobody will hold your hand 100% of the time. The people that do tend to be former whumpees (victims) themselves. Because those are the only people who really understand why your freakouts are happening.