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Stoic
Villain had watched the whip come down thirty-seven times, not once did Hero so much as whimper or bow their head. Tears swelled in their eyes and their lip quivered, but no sound ever escaped, no weakness was ever revealed.
The hero stayed completely stoic.
Eventually, it became too much for their body to handle and they slumped to the ground unconscious. Yet even in their evidently final moments before collapse, they stayed strong.
The criminal would never admit it, but it broke something in their stone heart. Standing there, knowing full well that the hero would be broken in time, just like everyone else.
Supervillain was thorough with their prisoners, they never rushed compliance and most of all; they never gave up.
Villain silently released their halted breath in relief when Supervillain called off the punishment, deciding to return the hero to their cell for the night instead and to pick back up tomorrow.
It seemed like a blessing to anyone on the outside, but, speaking from experience, Villain knew that it only hurt more the next day. Supervillain never had the other’s comfort in mind. Every precise decision was made to inflict the utmost amount of pain.
Some said it be their only talent.
Villain knew better.
The supervillain was incredibly talented in this domain, no doubt about it, but they had other skills, far more dangerous ones, ones far more deadly.
Mindlessly, the villain followed after the guards dragging the hero away. Their feet taking the lead while their mind was busy.
They had never been particularly keen on this specific hero, yet they found themselves fond for their determination. Determination to never let the supervillain see them break, determination to stay headstrong, foolish determination. Incredibly foolish…
At the same time, so intriguing.
What made them this way? How had they lasted so long already? Why did they act against when they could be spared for falling in line?
Villain figured the only way they could get answers was to ask the questions themselves. So they did. Trailing the guards all the way to the hero’s cell quarters and awaiting a safe signal to enter before sitting themselves down in a chair.
The sight was pitiful, to say the least. No matter how hard Hero tried to stay unmoved, their unconscious body gave everything away.
Fear and worry lines crossing their forehead even while they slept, a quivering lip and bowed head, twisted limbs as if they were trying to escape in their dreams and tears rolling from their closed lids.
Pitiful, sad, whatever you wanted to call it. Villain couldn’t help but feel angry, a spark directed to their superior that they snuffed out immediately. Leaving it to linger only long enough to feel the warmth left behind in their chest.
The guard to their right grabbed the taser on their belt. Lifting it as they took aim for the captive and before Villain could protest, they shot.
Two coils burst from the gun, both wired with almost visible shocks of electricity as they attacked the unresponsive hero. Rendering them awake and writhing in a second as they tried to catch their bearings.
One look.
“I didn’t give you an order,” the villain reminded them, flexing their left hand, their dominant hand for everyone to see. Though the villain’s eyes weren’t on the guard anymore, they could see in their periphery the uncertain step back.
“I—”
“Leave us.” The villain’s voice was somewhat composed as they tried desperately to keep their cool. Hasty decisions could get them in trouble but in this moment, it wasn’t much of interest to them. Watching the hero wheeze and gag in front of them triggered them. For whatever reason.
Without more protest, the guards cleared the room, leaving the hero and the villain — as requested — alone. A minute or so passed before the villain found the courage to act. They stood up and crouched in front of the hero, lifting their chin up with their index finger.
Exhausted eyes met curious ones and for a second there was nothing but pain and suffering between them. The hero was wretched, bloody and bruised, more looking like a corpse than someone capable of living. Fuck it.
The villain carefully took off their gloves and touched the hero with their bare hands, cold fingers cupping their glowing chin. Admittedly, the villain was scared. They’d never done anything like this before and frankly, they didn’t know they could. Hearing their own heartbeat echo in their ears wasn’t something they were used to.
“I can’t lessen the pain,” they said, nearly whispered the words. “But I want to help you. Give me some time and I promise, I’ll get you out of here.”
Their fingers traced the hero’s neck where sweat and blood mixed together.
“You just have to hold on for a little bit longer. I know it’s a lot to ask for…” The hero let out a painful gasp and leaned their head against the villain’s shoulder. Blood smeared all over the villain’s clothes but this time it didn’t matter to them. Soon enough, the villain felt the shaky but frequent breath on their neck but it still took them an embarrassingly amount of time to notice that the hero had fallen asleep on them.
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stoic whumpee prompt
Your whumpee was the epitome of dignity and self-respect in the days before their captivity by Whumper. They were always well-spoken, measured, controlled, and even fought with a graceful elegance that made many jealous and even a little amused.
Skip about a yr into the future:
Whumpee is a broken-down, groveling, unrecognizable shadow of their former selves after a lengthy inferno of shameful treatment and humiliation at the hands of Whumper. They seem broken beyond saving, but suddenly one day, a punishment breaks that one little strand that’s still holding it all together. Maybe they got head-slammed, or kicked. Shoved to their knees? Commanded to do something degrading or shameful to themselves or someone else? Anyways, they lose it. Go completely feral. No one ever imagined whumpee was capable of this behavior. They had turned into a complete demon that did not care if it lived or died, was heedless of how much of its own flesh it tore to escape the captors. Someone throws them into a mirror or something, glass shatters and they pick it up, hands pouring blood, and throw it or try to use it to stab Whumper/his cronies. When the glass is knocked out of their hand, they sink their teeth into their captor’s throat and hold on with a dog-like grip. Nothing can make them let go. The man is screaming in their grip, blood bubbling up around Whumpee’s mouth and teeth. They’re screaming too, manically. Screaming all the pain and rage and grief of their past enslavement. They’re screaming and they won’t stop.
don’t even remember where I was going with this. But yeah just a thought I had. Enjoy.
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Uhhh first time posting on tumblr so a bit nervous lolll
Having a whumpee and a medic to take care of them is cool and all but how about a medic that becomes a whumpee
And what if we add a sprinkle of stoic whump to the mix
I present you with stoic caretaker whump
Imagine a Caretaker who’s always been the sole medic of the team. They’ve treated every bruise, cut, broken bone, and illness on the team for years with a straight face with cold resolve. They are known for a no nonsense personality and is strict in making sure everyone is in tip top shape (to the point not even Team Leader can escape them). Whether it be bandaging up the team, doing inventory of medical supplies, or providing the team with medicine more like shoving it down their throats, Caretaker is always there, diligently performing those tasks. It’s hard to see through Caretaker’s quiet and calm demeanor, but everyone in the team knows Caretaker truly cares about them even if Caretaker would never say that
Overall, Caretaker is the backbone that keeps the team going, in their own stoic way.
Until they aren’t.
Imagine everyone’s shock when they find Caretaker one day too sick to perform their duties or attend practice. While the team is scrambling about trying to figure out how to take care of them, Caretaker vehemently tries to downplay it claiming they don’t need to be taken care of.
Yeah right.
Idk what to write next lol
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Got any random whump prompts for stoic whumpees? I can never get enough of this trope 😂
Let me give it a go!
The steely glare whumpee gives whumper
Whumper getting mad cause whumpee almost looks bored when they’re being tortured
Whumper trying for days on end to get whumpee to make even the slightest noise of pain, to no avail
Whumpee who would bite their own tongue off before giving whumper the satisfaction of hearing them scream
Alternatively, Whumpee who will scream in pain, but they somehow remain dignified and controlled through it
Caretaker asking how whumpee is and whumpee insisting they’re fine no matter what, as if they’re tired of people asking
Whumpee who absolutely refuses to talk about what happened to them because they refuse to entertain the idea that it could have negatively affected them in any way
Whumpee who sacrifices themself in place of another person, cause they know they can handle it better
Nobody knowing anything is wrong with whumpee until they drop like a stone, injured or exhausted or what have you
Whumpee downplaying every injury they have, telling people to stop fussing
Whumpee never wanting anyone’s help, sneaking away to tend to their own wounds
Caretaker being amazed that whumpee is still standing when they finally get a look at their injuries
Whumpee returning home after an ordeal and passing out before they can treat their injuries, which makes it much worse in the morning
That first little crack in the facade, when whumpee slips up and lets out a whimper or a cry or a tear, and Whumper’s face just lights up
Whumper slowly breaking down those walls bit by bit
Whumpee slowly giving in, losing themself, realizing there’s no use in holding on to who they were because it only ever gets them more pain
Whumpee becoming all too willing to scream, cry, beg, whatever, because they know whumper likes it and maybe they’ll have mercy if they’re in a good mood
When caretaker finally sees whumpee again after a long stint with whumper and is just shocked at how different they are
Caretaker having no idea how even begin relating to whumpee anymore after all they’ve been through cause whumpee was always the strong one
A truly broken whumpee, previously fearless and now terrified of their own shadow
Feel free to add others!
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"You Better Pray"
Warnings: captivity, torture, sadistic whumper, broken bones, beating, physical violence, blood, restraints
Whumper cackled with glee as they struck Whumpee once more. Whumpee couldn't contain their muffled squeal of pain as they lost their balance in the standing cuffs and began to swing again, their shoulders aflame once more with unbearable pain.
"PLEASE!" They shrieked.
"Oh, you want more?" Whumper smirked. "You asked so kindly, I must oblige you." And they punched Whumpee in the ribs once more.
Whumpee could feel the skin split around Whumper's brass knuckles. Could feel blood run down their side. It had been like this for the last few hours. Whumper pummeling them to a pulp. And Whumpee suffering all through it.
Initially, they had tried to be stoic. Had tried to not give Whumper that satisfaction of their cries. They knew they would be bruised, but they could handle it. Until Whumper began to beat them in earnest.
Whumper, it seemed, had only been warming up. They had struck Whumpee in the face hard, breaking Whumpee's nose in the process. That was the first time Whumpee had cried out. Cried out around the blood that dripped down their face. Cried out around how difficult it was to breathe. And cried out because that was when their pain began.
So as Whumper raised their hand once more and Whumpee desperately tried to grip the ground with their toes to keep from swaying, Whumpee began to beg and plead. "PLEASE! ANYTHING! I WILL DO ANYTHING! JUST STOP! PLEASE!"
Whumper paused their motion, a wicked smile filling their face. "Oh look, it's broken. How precious." Whumper circled Whumpee with predatory grace. "And now all the fun can really begin." And they jumped onto Whumpee's back and pulled with all their might.
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Intro Post & Masterlist(s)
THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN ADULT CONTENT, VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
Anything explicitly NSFW will be marked “Mature,” but still this isn’t really a kid-friendly space so minors please DNI!
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The Aid Masterlist (current WIP, 18+)
Other works can be found at the bottom of this post under “Story Stuff,” but there isn't much else because I'm focusing on The Aid for now.
Congratulations, you have stumbled upon another (generic) whump blog, hence the name! New whumper in town, made this blog Aug 2023, and just started writing. Currently just working on one story right now (yay hyperfixations), that is slowly consuming every waking thought. Help
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About me:
🔪I prefer to be anonymous on here, so just call me “Generic/Gen,” them/them, mid (quit lying to yourself) late-20’s.
🔪Dyslexic bitch & silly goose—please excuse typos, misspellings, and any grammatical errors! I don’t have an editor or beta reader, so cut me some slack; I re-read and edit as best as I can, but my brain be playin’ tricks on me, and shit falls through the cracks! Just manage your expectations is all I’m sayin’, I’m not a professional.
🔪I’m (unfortunately) an American and my obnoxious word choice will probably reflect that.
🔪I’m currently a full-time college student taking a fucking break! But still, any written works I choose to share will not be uploaded on a set schedule (I write slow, my brain only occasionally works, & I’m busy), I apologize in advance!
🔪I run a queue- there I said it! I am shameless about it, and nah I won’t tag it.
🔪I’m not a professional writer nor am I going to school for an english degree. I write for funsies and this is mostly just a hobby for now.
🔪Lover of cryptids (Mothman fucks), paranormal enthusiast and certified Haunted™️. Weird shit WILL leak into my writing eventually. Don’t be surprised if a ghost or skin walker makes a cameo. It’s more fun this way, just go with the flow.
What You’ll See Here:
All types of Whump; I’m talking all of it bay-bee (detailed types below this section), including: polls, writings, prompts, tropes, scenarios, art, gifs, etc.
Reblogs-a-plenty
Really bad home grown memes
Whumpy rambling coming straight from my delirious brain
My own sub-par short stories, ficlits, and maybe even an eventual series or two
My own mediocre art (eventually)
Whump I fuck with (like a said, pretty much all of it!):
All gender & POC whump (including lady whump, lady whumpers, mixed gendered Whumpee & Whumper combos, etc. Errybody getting whumped ‘round here.)
APOCALYPSE
Hurt/comfort
Hurt/no comfort
No hurt/comfort
Physical, emotional, and mental (if there’s all three it’s a magical trifecta of hurt)
Sickfics (I HATE being sick so I get it)
Medical (totally have iatrophobia—I’m a wuss who’s terrified of doctors and hospitals—so once again, I gettt ittt)
Lab (this is like medical, but worse)
Pet (including WRU, BBU, etc.)
Dehumanization
Captivity (short & long term)
Multiple Whumpees, multiple Whumpers
All types of Whumpees, give me stoic, give me angsty, defiant, broken, cursed, conditioned, big, small, ALL OF IT
All types of Whumpers, but especially those creepy and intimate ones that make you want to rip your own skin off (look, I’m here actively seeking out to have a bad time—bad time=good time)
Caretakers in any and all form, my favorites are platonic or found-family caretakers, but if Whumpee just so happens to find their new boo-thang, love that for them just the same.
Recovery and caretaking
Gore and body horror
TORTURE
Chains, restrains, collars, rope—just tie that B down!
Fantasy, sci-fi, paranormal, supernatural, magic
Historical, present, future
Non-human (and human)
Cannibalism
Explicit stuff like non-con, dub-con, forced drugging, etc. I will always add TW’s and tags to my posts containing hardcore stuff and it will be marked ‘mature’!
Whump I refuse to Touch with a 10-foot pole:
Anything explicit with minors
Furries (sorry, I just fucking CAN’T)
Other Story Stuff & Random Things:
Subject X: BB217 Intro
#whump blog#pinned intro#introduction#introducing myself#blog intro#intro post#whump intro#certified whumper
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Whump Ideas: Electric Theme
Whumper: Electric/Lighting Elemental Or Creature
Whumpee knows that whumper doesn’t even have to be near them for the shock of their life to come to them.
Whumpee running away from whumper, only to be struck down by lightning
Whumper scooting closer to whumpee, static electricity flickering between whumpee’s skin and their mittened hands. Whumper purrs watching whumpee trying to squirm away from what is coming.
Whumpee being tortured by electricity, somedays it’s a static shock, other days like a tazer, but whumpee is worried that someday the voltage will be too much for them.
Whumper siphoning the electricity out of Caretaker’s home, letting whumpee know they’ve returned.
All electronics glitching or powering down as whumper enters their vicinity.
Whumpee’s own electronics attacking them as they’ve become possessed by something inhuman
Whumpee talking to caretaker when both of them watch their hair raise into the air. Caretaker doesn’t understand what’s suddenly gotten into whumpee.
All of whumpee’s friends being suspiciously struck down by lighting, shocked by outlets, in freak broken wire related accidents. Now whumpee avoids everyone one, fearing one day whumper will grow tired of them.
Whumper the robot: cold, calculating, and not exactly easy to punch and get away with. Today whumpee got caught trying to hack them.
Electric/Lightning Whump
Villain whumpee convulsing and screeching in pain in front of hero, prying at an electric collar no one knew existed.
Whumpee trying to escape whumper and meeting the new electric fence he installed. Whumper only laughed when they arrived on seen to see their whumpee right where they wanted.
Caretaker trying convince whumpee to escape along with them. However whumpee breaks down, revealing the collar around their neck, explaining it goes off if they leave whumper’s establishment.
Whumpee being conditioned with electric shocks, now won’t do anything caretaker wants them to, reacting in utter fear and pain to nearly everything they ask of whumpee.
Robotic whumpee’s wiring/battery being fried from too much electricity.
Whumper interrogating whumpee, threatening them with a tazer
Caretaker witnessing someone in the distance getting struck by lightning, and rushing out into a thunderous storm to go help them.
Stoic whumpee (or my preferred formal stoic whumpee) removing their shirt to unveil permanent electrical scars scattered across their back, shoulder, and chest. They hiss, rubbing at their shoulder idly.
Whumpee being trapped in a cell with electrified bars. Whumper sneers at them curled up against themselves as far away from the bars as they can be.
Robotic whumpee being possessed by an electrical/lightning creature.
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Salve/ Pain Killers/ Bad Coping Mechanisms
@whumpril day 6
CW: swearing, drug abuse, implied slavery, suggestion of alcohol abuse
Caretaker watched as Whumpee held their hand in front of their face and spread their fingers, examining the damage of their latest fight. Caretaker had managed to get the bleeding to stop before Whumpee insisted they stop toughing them. They were surprised Whumpee had let them do that much since they had a bad habit of insisting they could do everything on their own.
There was a nasty cut on Whumpee's palm and a bite mark below their thumb. Their knuckles were bruised and cut, and Caretaker could now see how their wrist was swelling and the way they winced when they rotated their hand. No wonder they had wanted Caretaker to stop touching them, they had been holding them by the wrist.
"Here" Caretaker pulled some salve from their first aid kit and held it out to Whumpee who looked at it suspiciously. "Put it on the cuts it should help them heal."
"What kind of bullshit is that?" Whumpee huffed but took the salve anyway.
"Modern medicine. Something you'd know a little bit about if you ever went to a hospital."
"I hate doctors" Whumpee told Caretaker flatly for about the 500th time since they'd met. Caretaker had never met anyone who consistently needed a doctor more, or had seen one less. They supposed that was why they kept them around. Caretaker was by no means a medical professional, but they knew the basics. Including how not to ask too many questions.
Caretaker watched as Whumpee applied the salve, then passed over the gauze and bandages.
"You should really get your wrist x-rayed though"
"It's just a sprain." Whumpee insisted. "I've broken it before, I know what it feels like."
"Of course you've broken it before" Caretaker mumbled to themselves, then raised their voice "At least buy a brace for it so you don't hurt it more."
"A brace won't fit it with the bandages."
"It would if you did an actual medical wrap."
Both Caretaker and Whumpee looked down at Whumpee's hand. They had used up almost the entire roll of gauze bandaging it. Only instead of bandaging their hand Whumpee had absentmindedly wrapped it as though they were going to be boxing.
"Oh," Whumpee muttered uncomfortably. Their normally stoic exterior cracked a bit as they began to unwrap the excess gauze. "Sorry."
By the time Whumpee finished rerolling the unneeded gauze Caretaker had had enough of watching them wince at the pain of trying to hold their wrist still.
Caretaker got up and poured Whumpee a glass of water, handing it to them as they began to rummage through the first aid kit again.
"Got anything stronger?"
"Yep" Caretaker pulled the bottle of painkillers they had been looking for out of the first aid kit and held them out to Whumpee. Their reaction was instantious, but no where near the reaction Caretaker had been expecting.
Whumpee jumped out of their seat as though Caretaker had just brandished a gun at them and took several steps backwards.
"What the hell Caretaker!" They cried. "Put those away!"
"Seriously!" Caretaker cried back "They're just pain killers. I'm not trying to poison you!"
"Just put them away Caretaker. Please."
"Fine!" Caretaker relented only because they weren't sure they had ever seen that look on Whumpee's face before. "What were you planning on taking for your hand then?"
"Nothing" Whumpee insisted sitting back down, though they still looked oddly uncomfortable.
"You can't be serious! That's a bad sprain! And the cut on you palm has got to be killing you."
"It's not that bad."
"You always say that. But I can see you flinching. Are you some kind of sadist or something?"
"First of all, the word you're looking for is masochist. And secondly, don't be gross." Whumpee huffed. They looked back down at their hand, winced for the umpteenth time then looked back up at Caretaker who raised an expectant eyebrow. Caretaker was a patient person. But their patience only went so far, and Whumpee couldn't really expect them not want an explanation.
"You know how I used to work for Whumper right?" Whumpee said after a long silence.
"Yes" Caretaker answered not able to totally keep the distain out of their voice. They hadn't known Whumpee then. Nor had they ever met Whumper. And Whumpee had only ever brought them up a few times. But they had heard through the grape vine that saying Whumpee had "worked" for Whumper was a bit of a stretch. It implied they had had a choice in the matter.
Whumpee ignored Caretaker's tone and carded their good hand through their hair.
"They like fighting. They liked when I fought. They'd make me do it a lot. It didn't matter if I was still injured from the last one. Concussions, broken hands, cracked ribs. If I could still swing, I could fight."
"Luckily, Whumper had a friend... A doctor, as long as we're putting everything on the table. They used to get me free pain killers to manage all my injuries. They didn't seem to care about what or how much I was taking as long as I was keeping up with Whumper's demands."
"Pretty quickly I figured out that they worked just as well for the mental pain as they did the physical. Even after I got out, it took me a long time before I stopped taking them. And if I'm being honest the only reason I did was because I couldn't afford the habit. It wasn't until I was clean that I realized how fucked up the whole thing was. Anyway, I'd rather just deal with the pain than go back to that."
The two sat in silence for awhile while Caretaker tried to process everything Whumpee had just told them. It explained a lot. Like why they hated doctors. And why they liked picking fights.
"I'm sorry." Caretaker finally said "I didn't know."
"Well I don't try and advertise it." Whumpee said with a shrug and a half smile.
"Understood" Caretaker responded "Can I at least get you some ice though? For the swelling?"
"Yeah, I don't have a problem with ice. And a beer if you've got any."
"Sure thing" Caretaker said over their shoulder on their way to the freezer. "But you know alcohol is a slippery slope too."
"Let me deal with one problem at a time." Whumpee called back.
#whump#whumpril#whumprilday6#caretaker x whumpee#whumpee x caretaker#salve#pain killers#bad coping mechanisms#tw drug addiction#past abuse#stoic whumpee
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Content: Caretaker-turned-whumpee, [implied] known whumpee, [mentioned] death, [implied] torture, begging.
There's something about seeing someone who is usually the caretaker - bonus points if they're stoic and don't let their guard down often - being reduced to a broken, fragile mess for the first time in their life. Someone who has never experienced that sort of pain being forced to endure it over and over again until all they can think about is how much they want it to end.
The mixed emotions they feel when their vulnerability is exposed to the world, or better yet; the one person who has always relied on them for support (Whumpee). Not being able to look Whumpee in the eye due to the sheer embarrassment they feel everytime they do. Whumpee having to constantly assure them that it's okay. They understand.
The reactions they give when Whumper threatens to leak the footage. Whether It's begging through a constant stream of tears or the expression quietly draining from their face as they realise their rare moments of vulnerability could be exposed to everyone at any moment and there's nothing they can do about it.
Maybe it's an absolute sweetheart of a caretaker - someone who has only ever shown an outpour of love and care for everyone they meet. A big softy that was the last person who ever should have experienced such a thing. Maybe it taints their view on the world. Maybe they come out the other side feeling resentful or violent towards the human race. Maybe they shut down and fall into a deep depression.
And that's assuming they even make it out alive to begin with.
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For fluff prompts, maybe some casual vulnerability from whumpee with caretaker, either when they were previously unable to or when it’s commonplace. And/or parallel play
@strawberry-whump
tw stoic whumpee breaking down, past trauma, past torture, nightmares, emotional whump
"Well, maybe I'm not fine. Maybe I'm not." Whumpee turned around, cloth still in hand. They had been wiping down the counters when Caretaker asked them how they were feeling and proceeded to press them on it after the initial response. "What now?"
Caretaker didn't seem bothered by the cynicism. "That's a start. That's something. You've been giving me nothing for the past months. I want to help you, but I can't help someone who's perfectly fine."
Whumpee nodded, like that was a reasonable thought. "Okay. So, what now?"
"Ideally, you'd tell me about your problems."
"Hm." Whumpee looked down at the cloth in their hands, contemplating. "Well, ideally. Ideally you wouldn't pester me about it. But," they went on before Caretaker could've cut in, "I know you're relentless. Don't worry. I kinda realised that after the first three weeks."
Caretaker slowly leaned back against the wall, giving them more space. They stayed quiet. No encouragement. No judgement either.
"I've been having nightmares," they blurted out. "About all the whippings and group tortures. The blood. I keep waking up with the– the smell of it in my nose. The taste of it in my mouth." They put the cloth on the counter and met Caretaker's compassionate gaze again, their own neutral and unfazed. "There you have it."
"I'm sorry you're going through that," they said gently, and Whumpee barked out a laugh.
"I'm sure you are. Now that that's settled, I think–" As Caretaker moved closer, they immediately cut themself off. Were they about to try to hug them? "Stay where you are. You hear me? Don't turn this into something– something it's not."
They didn't want it. And yet as Caretaker closed the distance between them, they couldn't will themself to move. Their embrace was tight, warm, and full of... love. They told themself they'd just let Caretaker hug it out, but before they knew it, they were clinging to them just as tight.
"I'm so sorry, Whumpee," they repeated, and this time, it opened the floodgates.
They broke down sobbing, as if they'd just been given permission for the first time in years. But who even held the permission? Whumper? Caretaker? Themself? Who was the one making them bottle it all up?
"It's never gonna get any better," they cried desperately, so grateful that Caretaker was keeping them upright. They felt like the weight of the world was sliding off their shoulders; the same weight that had kept their broken pieces so tightly compressed that they had no chance of coming apart. "I thought it would, I– I thought– I thought it'd go away–"
Caretaker held them for minutes, eventually lowering both of them to the kitchen floor, gently cradling their friend. "I know," they whispered. "I know it's hard. I know. We'll get through it."
Whumpee had their doubts. But in the haze of their breakdown, for just a couple blissfully dizzy moments, they wanted to believe that it was true.
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I have a question:
What is "whump"?
I saw in the tags of a post you are a "whump writer" and i've never heard that phrase before?
(I really don't mean to be disrespectful, and im so sorry if im coming off that way!)
You're good :DDDD you're not being disrespectful at all! I love getting asks about whump :D [you have turned me into an unskippable cutscene]
Whump is allllllll about characters in immense pain. It has significant overlap with angst and hurt/comfort as fic genres, though there are a few differences. Angst has a general lean towards psychological issues/trauma/mental health (there are varying degrees of angst), whereas whump is more active torment/torture/traumatic event in the current moment, and it tends to be darker or extreme. Whump almost always has some sort of physical aspect, but it's not an absolute requirement. Some newer fandoms just use angst as a catch-all for angst and whump, but I prefer to separate them.
Hurt/comfort, as the name implies, must be a character getting hurt followed up with comfort (either a little or a lot). Whump and angst can also be hurt/comfort, but they don't require any comfort if the author doesn't want to write any. I tend to prefer comfort, but some of my favorites don't have any!
The term is said to originate from the Stargate fandom in the late 90s as an onomatopoeia for the fan-favorite character Daniel hitting the ground, though this is disputed and the term may be older. Source: the Whump fanlore page (also contains further reading on the topic!)
I like whump for the same reason a lot of people like horror: it's fascinating and visceral. There's this one Tumblr quote I utterly adore that sums up my feelings on the matter: "Characters are like geodes—in order to see their inner beauty, you have to break them."
People like whump for a lot of different reasons and like different facets of it. For example, I prefer either a prideful/stoic whumpee (character getting whumped) who is broken down during the fic, or an absolutely pathetic wet cat that the universe itself seems to bend to hurt. My favorite whumpers (character doing the hurting) are either cold and methodical (big big fan of medical whump!) or environmental whump (natural disasters, stranded, exposed to the elements, sickfic, etc.). That said, I'm much less picky with my whumpers than I am with my whumpees!
Current favorite whump tropes: nonconsensual body modification (!!!! Big on this one, ties into medical horror), scarification, head injuries/concussions, character forced to hurt a friend, hostage situations, psychological conditioning, and hypothermia :D (I am normal I promise lmao)
TL;DR: Whump is torturing characters for the funsies, comfort optional. Being my favorite character is a threat to that character's well-being! <3
#asked and answered#anons abound#whump definitely isn't for everyone but goddamn do I find it fun#idea speaks#fic talk#whump#my current punching bag of choice is Martyn though Grian (a common choice in mcyt circles) is also getting some good milage
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Whumpay day 25 & 3 - deadly illness/stoic whumpee
TW: emotional whump, illness, Christianity, whumpee-turned-caretaker
"You're dying," Lethe cried. "Oh Ambrose, please say something."
"I will endure," Ambrose said. "I will not die and leave you alone. I promise."
"How could you promise something out of your control and in the Lord's own hands?"
"The same way I have always done. And I have never broken a vow made to you, have I?"
Lethe shook her head. "I love you, sister. Please, do not weep."
Lethe knelt by Ambrose's bed side and laid her head down next to where he laid. He played with her golden hair, not daring to voice his pressing fears.
"I will recover," he swore. "Do not have doubt. Then we shall go out into the forest on a picnic, as we have done so often."
Lethe sniffled. "Thank you. That sounds lovely."
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👀 (cw: light medical)
Whumpee is rescued and rushed to the hospital, would you rather have:
guarded stoic whumpee emotional and loopy for the first time and confessing their fear as they come out of anesthesia
or
fiery determined whumpee despondent and drained after learning more and more of what whumper did will be permanent
guarded stoic whumpee emotional and loopy for the first time and confessing their fear as they come out of anesthesia!!
I love this trope, especially how shocking it is to the Caretaker(s) and the guilt and horror at realizing something has broken their strong Whumpee down that much
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Whump Prompts.
hero’s fault, gladiator whump, scars, broken nose, feral whumpees, artwork, bones, incompetence, boot licking, did you miss me?, holiday whump, interrogation, villain whump, your purpose, hero whump, remember me, monster, elf ears, stitches, revenge, what does it take, ruin, kindness, whumpee-turned-whumper, get up, alone, you again, this isn’t over, eyes down, dialogue for stoic whumpees, dehumanization for defiant whumpees, stumbling
Dialogue.
"kneel", everything hurts, lies, respect, failing, hold still, stand up, beg, pathetic, didn't look, get me out, self sacrifice, don't touch them, branded, a lovely voice, kicked while down
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Everyone talks about their favorite kind of Whumpee- defiant, stoic, or so scared they end up crying a lot...
What about their different favorite broken Whumpees?
There are Whumpees that seem like they're not broken on the outside, but their mind is totally broken, and it takes a while for Caretaker to see that.
There are the classic broken Whumpee that has had their spirit beaten out, so now their life is gray, their reactions are monotone, and they'll do whatever Whumper asks of them without a reaction or second thought.
My personal favorite is when they just stop reacting completely. Like they've been broken not only of their spirit, but also of their will to live. The Whumper realizes that they may have broken Whumpee a little too well, now that Whumpee has stopped eating or drinking of their own violation, and they started soiling their clothes because they're not exactly holding it in anymore.
So the Whumper finds himself turning into a reluctant Caretaker, and has to either choose to try to get some life back into his Whumpee, or dump the guy off at Caretaker's house to take care of.
A creepy/intimate Whumper might be able to break the Whumpee down in this way the easiest- what he wants is someone who will follow along unquestionably with what he wants, but he ends up turning his Whumpee into an unresponsive doll. This Whumper just can't fathom why his Whumpee is so broken when all he did was give him his love! Bonus points if he has a (loyal) friend that he asks advice from; and that friend reluctantly says something along the lines of "you were a little harsh with Whumpee".
#whump#whump prompt#whumpee#whump community#whump ideas#whump scenario#whump stuff#whumper#caretaker#reluctant caretaker#whump prompts#whumpblr#whump things#creepy#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#creepy/intimate whumper#scared whumpee#defiant whumpee#stoic whumpee#abuse mention#abused whumpee#captive whumpee#whumper turned caretaker#whump tropes#whump whump whump
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Lethargy/Exhaustion
@sicktember 2022 Prompt #29
Fandom/OCs: MCU Avengers / Sick!Steve Rogers
Title: From the Ice Inside Your Soul
Words: 1547
Inspiration: this post about a stoic whumpee who doesn't complain from @stealthy-sneezing and this post about a sickie who can’t lie down from @victoriablackrose
Author’s comments: My all-time favorite whumpee, Steve Rogers. This is a purely self-indulgent fever fic with a side of collective caretaking, so basically all of my favorite things. Both the prompts I used are so lovely, so I’ll honestly probably use them again. But they helped flesh this out, so they’ve already been put to good use!
With one last bash from Steve's shield and crushing blow from Mjolnir, the battle ended. The Avengers paused, still in their battle stances, looking around to ensure the aliens were indeed all dead. The street was eerily silent without the creatures’ screeching and clicking, and for a moment the only sound was the heroes' breathing. One by one they relaxed and began to clean themselves off and check themselves over. After making sure everyone was in one piece, each went their own separate ways to examine the alien bodies and ship, decompress (or de-Hulk), and see to the perimeter and casualties. Steve, standing in a sluggish fog, suddenly realized he was all alone, and he wasn't exactly sure how long that had been the case.
The fight had taken absolutely everything out of him. He had been feeling run-down and tired for days, maybe even weeks now. He had been dreading a call to assemble, and simultaneously knowing it was bound to happen for that very reason. He wasn't sure how he survived the fight, since he was likely operating at less than fifty percent capacity, but the team had pulled them all through. He wasn't going to be able to remain upright much longer, though. With shaky arms he secured his shield to his back, wondering how it had gotten so heavy, and with shaky legs began to make his way to the Quinjet.
He didn't see any of his team on the way there, and he didn't know whether that was good or bad. He felt overwhelmingly guilty about not helping clean up the fight, but knew he would be useless anyway, as lightheaded as he was. The jet's door sprang open and he staggered inside, closing it behind himself as he collapsed onto the nearest bench. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, falling asleep in seconds.
A hand on his shoulder shook him awake some time later. Steve opened bleary eyes to find Tony, Bruce, and Natasha looking at him with a good deal of concern.
"Oh good, you're alive," Tony said, rolling his eyes. "We've been looking for you everywhere. Thank God for the tracking device in your suit. Would you like to explain to the class why you're not using the very expensive communicator in your ear?"
"Oh, right…." Steve pulled out his earpiece with clumsy fingers. "I think it's broken. I haven't been hearing anything in it all day."
He dropped it into Tony's palm. Tony quickly examined it, snapped it open, readjusted the wiring, then closed it again. This time when he spoke into his own com, Steve's responded immediately, along with everyone else's.
"There. Fixed it. You should've said something hours ago." He tried to toss the device back to Steve, who fumbled and dropped it, and had to pick it up again with shaky fingers. Tony frowned upon watching all this. "Are you okay, Cap?"
Steve leaned back against the wall again, rubbing his eyes. "I'm not sure. I'm not hurt or anything. I'm just… I'm so tired. Exhausted. Shaky. I'm not sure what's wrong with me."
Bruce pushed past the other two right away, giving Steve a quick once-over. When Bruce's hand brushed across Steve's face, he pulled it back quickly.
"You're burning up, Cap. You feel hot even to me. That's… that's quite the fever."
"That explains it, I guess," Steve mumbled, clearly fighting to stay awake.
"We're almost finished out there, so we'll be out of here soon. You just rest," Natasha said, squeezing his shoulder.
"Not sure I'll be good for much else, I'm afraid," Steve sighed.
"No worries, Cap. We've got it under control. We'll be back in a blink." Tony flipped down the visor of his helmet and flew out the door of the jet, Natasha jogging behind. Bruce stayed, sitting down beside Steve and getting comfortable, but looking equally tired.
"We'll be home in no time, Steve. Just relax. Everything will be fine."
"I'm not worried. I'm with the best team in the galaxy," Steve said, even as he drifted back to sleep, hardly noticing when his head came down on Bruce's shoulder rather than the wall.
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The Quinjet touching down at the Avengers tower didn't rouse Steve, so he had to be shaken awake again when it came time to disembark. He hadn't moved his head from the doctor's shoulder, so it was Bruce's gentle encouragement that finally brought him back to consciousness. He was able to walk under his own power, though very lethargically, but Clint and Thor stayed close at his side to be safe. As soon as Steve stepped out into the NYC sunshine, he inhaled sharply, driving a palm into his forehead with a quiet moan.
Clint touched his arm. "What's up, Cap?"
"My head is killing me," he mumbled, his eyes still screwed shut.
"C'mon. Let's get you inside," the archer murmured, giving his arm a gentle tug. He began to move his legs, letting Clint steer him.
"I really don't feel well," he said, almost too quiet to hear.
"I know. We're gonna get you looked at," Clint replied, looking at the rest of the team worriedly behind Steve's back.
They got inside without further incident where Steve collapsed onto the nearest couch. The rest of the team wanted to send Steve to medical immediately, but he quietly asked if they could just have someone come up to look at him instead.
"I'm too tired to walk all the way there just to have them poke and prod me then tell me there's nothing they can do for a genetically modified supersoldier like always. They can do that here, and I can sleep in the meantime."
When he fixed them with his pleading, blue-eyed gaze, no one could say no, especially when his logic was sound. They made him promise to check into the hospital if the doctor recommended it, and when he did, they had no more arguments. A call was placed down to medical, and after that there was nothing to do but wait.
The team trickled in and out for their own debriefs, showers, and post-mission rituals. Steve didn't care to move until after he was checked over, so the others brought him clothes and food and whatever else he needed, making sure he wasn’t left alone. Mostly, though, he just slept. Curled up in the corner of the couch, his head at an awkward angle, he looked so boyish and vulnerable, especially with the hectic flush over his cheeks.
At last a pair of doctors and a nurse arrived. Steve was awakened yet again, and they began to run him through a whole battery of tests and inspections as most of the team looked on worriedly. He passed most of the tests. Nothing seemed to be seriously wrong except a fever, headache, and the crushing fatigue. They took a bunch of blood to run his labs, then told him there wasn't much they could do for a supersoldier running a temperature. After giving him advice for general fever care, they said they would call up if there were any abnormalities in the bloodwork, then left as abruptly as they'd come.
As soon as the door shut behind them, Steve let his head fall back with a tired sigh.
"Looks like you were right about there being nothing they could do." Tony sighed too, sitting on the arm of the couch beside him with crossed arms. "Sorry about that."
"I wish I wasn't right. I hate getting fevers now. It's so much worse than it used to be. It's like I'm back in the ice… or the ice is back in me. Right down in my core." Steve shuddered violently as he spoke.
"Let me get a cold rag for your face at least," Clint spoke up from the side. "We have to do something." He strode away quickly.
Thor sat down beside Steve, looking fervent. "Is there anything else we can assist you with, Captain? Anything at all that you need?"
Steve shook his head. "I don't need anything right now except sleep. I'm completely exhausted."
"Then let me assist you to your quarters!" Thor cried, jumping up.
Steve shook his head again. "I'll just stay here for now."
"But you will rest better in your bed!"
"My head hurts too much when I lay down. I'd rather stay sitting up," the supersoldier said quietly.
Thor promptly sat back down, wrapping an arm around Steve's shoulders and pulling the other man against himself. "Then you must rest against me. It will be more comfortable. And perhaps your shivering will stop as well. I've been told I'm very warm."
Steve smiled tiredly, shifting his weight to lean against the demigod and closing his eyes right away. "I won't argue with you on either count."
Clint returned then with a wet rag. He bathed Steve's neck, then let the rag rest on his forehead. Steve sighed in relief at the coolness. Within minutes, he was asleep again and snoring.
It didn't seem right to leave him alone in this state even when he was asleep, so the rest of the team settled in as well, preparing to keep watch over their sick captain for as long as was necessary.
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