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give me whumpees with scars they can't hide. Not by a scarf, long sleeves, or even a mask. Give me whumpees whose hair has gone white with stress, give me whumpees whose hands shake and are always unsteady, give me whumpees with amputated limbs and scars that split their features. Uncomfortable scars. They aren't aesthetic they aren't pretty they just are. And then let them deal with hushed "oh god"s and the stares and the whispered conversations behind their backs. Let the recovery break them in ways not even the torture could.

The whumpee refused to acknowledge what had happened to them, forcing a smile on their face and ignoring anyone what brought up what had happened to them. Sometimes the whumpee would even be aggressive towards anyone that tried to comfort them- they didn’t want to be reminded, and they wanted to go back to who they were before.

Defiant whumpee but they've already had the shit beat out of them

"you're just gonna stand there and appreciate your work, huh?"

"am I pretty now?"

They were screaming "fuck you!" And got punched every time till they didn't have the breath to speak. Now it's just a very quiet "just suck a dick, would you?"

whumper just has gotten in the habit of slapping them for talking because it's probably insults

Saying "yes master" and waiting till whumper can't see to roll their eyes or give them the finger

Resistance via silence, because they have no energy to speak anymore

Their instinctive sass now includes a flinch reflex

"are you done?" Whumpee says and then cringes

"are you done?" Whumper says and waits for whumpee to say something that will earn them another kick

"I think we both could use a break, don't you think?" Whumpee groans.

Whumpee adds on a "sir" whenever they say anything that might get them punished

"yes, patience is clearly your best quality... Sir."

Practicing back muscles and scourge injuries

Some PTSD tropes I like (feel free to add more)

I included some very "defiant whumpee" things too :)

Whumpee bracing themselves and then flinching when Caretaker touches them

Silence as a trigger. Like if caretaker goes quiet... Whumpee believes they're about to explode and compulsively starts apologizing

Or just stares at them waiting for shit to go down

"stop apologizing... You're safe." "...define 'safe'"

"I made them angry, I guess," whumpee bites their lip and rubs above the broken arm. "You made them--who the hell would do this?!" "Sorry..."

Whumpee wakes up after a nightmare. Doesn't want to make caretaker "angry" by telling them what happened.

Caretaker rubbing face in frustration, "I'm serious whumpee, I'm not going to hurt you" only to get another mumbled "sorry"

"where did you get this wound! You told me you were in a fight!" "Well it WAS a little one-sided" (whumpee currently bleeding out)

Whumpee trying to make it sound like they had some control over the situation because they can't cope with it otherwise

Whumpee bawling and caretaker rushes in... Whumper rubs their face dry hastily. "I wasn't crying. No I wasn't. No that was a giant belch. Yeah. Got any tums?"

"you know it's okay to be vulnerable..." "Oh FUCK that."

Whumpees passing out or crumpling onto the ground as their power is drained is just *chefs kiss* I need more of this yall

The character who never initiates phisical affection and is very reserved with their words.

But if someone else hugs them or pets their cheek, they just silently lean into it.

The whumpee was known as a rough and calloused person that nobody wanted to willingly interact with, and most people assumed that they had always been like that. It’s only the caretaker that’s allowed to see them breaking down, waking up from nightmares and allowed to see the plethora of scars left behind by the whumper.

“Get away from me.”

“We don’t mean any harm.”

“I didn’t ask if you meant any harm. I told you to get the hell away from me.”

Gotta love when a character has a severe injury that just continues to get more and more severe as they continue to ignore it. At first it’s just occasional winces, then they start to move stiffly and hold the injured area, then they start to get pale and clammy, then the blood starts seeping through their clothes until eventually they’re drenched in it and they don’t even care to hide it any more, and eventually they basically just collapse, too tired to go any further. Just… yeah, that.

grab them by the hair

grabbing a fistful of their hair to hold them in place for the next punch or slap

grabbing their hair to force them to look at you

grabbing their hair to make them bow

grabbing their hair to slam their head back into the wall

grabbing their hair to smash their face on the floor

grabbing their hair to make them bare their throat to you

grabbing their hair to stop them moving away from the blade or syringe at their neck

grabbing their hair to dunk their head under water

grabbing their hair to rub their face in a mess

grabbing their hair to pull them across the room before throwing them down where they belong

grabbing their hair to hold them up when they’re about to slump over

grabbing their hair to drag them up to their knees from where they lay on the floor

placing your hand in their hair when they’re already kneeling just to remind them what you could do with it

stroking their hair as a half-hearted apology after pulling a little too much

comment more please :)

idk whether this is an underrated trope but man i love the kind of whump where the character passes out, like total dead weight, and the caretaker (bonus if it's their rival/enemy) has to carry them back to safety (whether it's bridal style, on their back, with their arms under whumpee's armpits)

idk whether this is an underrated trope but man i love the kind of whump where the character passes out, like total dead weight, and the caretaker (bonus if it's their rival/enemy) has to carry them back to safety (whether it's bridal style, on their back, with their arms under whumpee's armpits)

Whumpee being manhandled into restraints:

Shoved up against a wall and handcuffed.

Pinned to the floor and handcuffed.

Fighting for each limb as they’re forced down on a table, slowly secured by leather restraints.

Overwhelmed by multiple Whumpers, each one working to subdue them.

Yanked back by their hair so a collar or rope can easily be fitted around their throat.

Pinned while in combat (double points for being caged against a wall or trapped in a chokehold)

Improvised restraints like belts, sheets, or clothing when Whumpee won’t be still enough to retrieve proper ones.

Manhandled in a hospital bed, held down for the duration of a procedure.

Injected with a chemical restraint, a sedative or numbing agent that quickly bleeds the fight out of them.

Struggling as a muzzle is wrestled over their head and secured.

A blow to the head that knocks Whumpee out or makes them too dizzy to fight anyone off.

The whumpee hadn’t told anyone about what had happened to them in the past- they didn’t want anyone to bother them about it, and they didn’t want to confront how everything had affected them. Even if nobody approached them because of how angry and snappy they’d become, it was better than telling anyone what had happened.

“Please… I’m so tired.”

“Then sleep. I’ll stand guard.”

“I thought you said it was safe here?”

“It is. But you don’t feel safe, do you?”

“…not yet.”

“Then I’ll stand guard, till you can.”

Whumpees who are not innocent.

Whumpees who have done Very Bad Shit.

Whumpees who know they have done Very Bad Shit.

Whumpees who don't feel guilty for (most of) it. They were doing what they could to survive.

Whumpees who don't want to be told it wasn't their fault. They need to believe they made choices. They need to believe they had some kind of agency.

Whumpees who'd rather be seen as a monster than a victim.

Lol i've done it already

thinking about

Whumper slamming whumpee face-first into the floor. Their powerful hands pressing—grinding whumpee’s delicate cheekbone into the ground, twisting their arm behind their back and wrenching it up until whumpee cries out.

The chills when whumpee feels those hands running up their torso, whumper’s low voice in their ear, ordering them to “hold still, cmon now, don’t resist me pretty, or I’ll be forced to do some real damage.”

The whumpee didn’t know how much longer they could endure- for now they still had the spirit to snap at the whumper, sometimes even injuring them- but the torture wouldn’t stop, and the whumper wasn’t deterred, so the idea of just giving up became more and more enticing. Following the rules would mean more food, less punishment, but the whumpee couldn’t bring themselves to do it.

whump prompt 189

Slowly becoming more animalistic.

Some WIPs on my newest sketchbook! Currently working on the first one

Cat art- pencil on paper

Time taken: ~4 hours

Swaggering, self confident whumper with their shit eating grin when they grab whumpee and pin them against the wall by their throat, leaning in to sneer in their face.

“I love you. Not like that. I just— don’t walk out on me.”

“I can’t stay.”

“When you collapsed on my couch, bleeding and I took care of you, what was that? And when you helped me home after you found me on the side of the street, what was that? Whumpee, please.”

“I’m fine. You’re fine. Let’s leave it at that.”

“You—you’re bleeding on my welcome mat. Please let me help.”

I love you and I want you stay

I love you and that’s why I can’t.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40634532/chapters/101809923

Caretaker with a whumpee who hates them.

“Why are you doing this?”

“You would do the same for me.”

“No. I wouldn’t.”

And Caretaker keeps helping them anyways.

hi, i’d love to hear your thoughts about touchstarved whumpees!

mmmm touchstarved whumpees make the best whumpees in my opinion- perhaps they've experienced some sort of trauma in their past which has led them to alienate themselves from people, or perhaps they've always wanted love but have just never found it. either way, seeing them melt into the arms of a caretaker at last is just *chefs kiss*

as a sickfic enjoyer, I also have to point out the incredible scenario which is a touchstarved whumpee who is usually too scared to ask for physical contact being so sick that they curl into caretaker's side or seek their warmth out.

or, perhaps, their fever is so high that even the feeling of caretaker pressing a damp cloth to their forehead is so gentle it makes them sob

when it comes to recovering whumpees, I also love the non-sickfic unconscious reaching out for caretaker, usually when whumpee is asleep and doesn't even realise what they're doing. it's a small step on the road, but it means that whumpee is getting better, and even if they won't admit it yet, they need human contact more than ever.

God I love shower scenes

Not the sexy kind, not the kind that's there for fan service

The kind that shows someone at their lowest, beaten, broken down, and absolutely emotionally wrecked

Maybe they're physically hurt and blood is slowly running down the drain but they don't have to be

Just their forehead resting against the tile, maybe propped up with an arm, the thousand yard stare as they process something so far away from themselves

Sitting on the ground, curled up into a tight ball just wanting the water to wash away everything that has happened

It's so emotionally raw and relatable, where someone feels their safest to just break down, to be vulnerable, and I think they're vastly underutilized or just done plain wrong because people can't get nakey = sexy out of their heads

"Whumpee-"

"Stop! You can't fix this ok? You can't fix me, or love me enough that all the bad shit that happened to me just goes away!" The whumpee jumped up from the couch.

Tears glistened in the caretaker's eyes, "That's not what I'm trying to do-"

"But isn't it? You act all sad every time you can't help me, and now I'm responsible for your fucking feelings!"

Silence hung in the air.

Not even a glimpse of anger crossed the caretaker's eyes. The whumpee wished it would, that anything would. Anything to change their current pitying stare.

The caretaker stood, "I'm sorry I made you feel like that."

The whumpee could have screamed. They wanted to.

What came out instead was a dry chuckle, "Jesus Christ. You think everything is your fault."

"That not-"

"Everything isn't about you, did you know that?"

The tears in the caretaker's eyes began to fall, "I know that." Their voice was small.

The whumpee grimaced, "Just- fucking hell. I'm gonna go ok?"

"What? Whumpee, let's just talk about this."

The whumpee pulled on their shoes, ignoring the caretaker.

The caretaker closed the distance between them, putting a hand on the whumpee's shoulder, "Whumpee-"

"Don't fucking touch me," they jumped up, the caretaker was between them and the door.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you-"

"You didn't scare me. Stop acting like I'm some scared fucking child or something, I'm fine. So leave me the fuck alone."

"Whumpee please, come on, you're upset, why don't you go lay down?"

"I want some fresh air, move."

"Where are you going to go? This isn't safe-"

The whumpee scoffed, "I've been through worse, I don't think a walk is going to fucking kill me," they pushed past the caretaker.

"Whumpee please-"

"Don't follow me," the whumpee slammed the door behind them.