The First Time Whumpee Wears A Tie After Years Of Wearing A Collar

The first time whumpee wears a tie after years of wearing a collar

good soup

I saw @misswaffleswrtingcorner make an awesome post about their favorite tropes, and if no one minds I think I'll make one too- here goes nothing!

Justsomewhumpee's Favorite Whump Tropes:

A whumpee that is in denial about how bad their condition is ---------------------------------------------------------------

This could be whumpee ignoring a serious injury and continuing to make jokes as blood starts to seep through their clothes

Or maybe whumpee is just super overworked, always running around doing errands and favors for people and they disregard caretaker's advice to take a break... Until they're no longer able to ignore it because now they have to take a break due to fainting in front of caretaker out of exhaustion

And of course, now caretaker won't let them out of their sight

Rescue mission whump!! ---------------------------------------------------------------

Whumpee is in captivity, and thinks no one cares or even knows they're gone. All hope is lost to them, but little do they know caretaker is storming the building where they're being held in an effort to save them

Bonus if caretaker is filled with rage towards whumper and gives them a little taste of their own medicine..

Recovery whump (chef's kiss) ---------------------------------------------------------------

Whumpee being cared for by lovely caretaker after being seriously wounded

Caretaker won't let whumpee out of their sight

Especially because whumpee thinks they can jump right back into doing anything they want, risking further injury

Whumper turned caretaker (GOOD soup) ---------------------------------------------------------------

I absolutely LOVE this trope??? Like, whumper going from being controlling and abusive to realizing that hey, this whumpee has gone through some terrible shit already they don't think they should have to take any more.

Whumpee maybe going through sleep deprivation-caused delirium and just blurting out all the horrors their family/ friends/ team put them through.

Whumpee is too out of it to notice, but the entire time they're talking to whumper, they just stare back at them in stunned silence with concern plastered across their face for their hostage.

In the morning whumpee finds themselves in a comfortable bed no longer shackled to a wall, as their exhausted looking ex-whumper sits in a chair near their bed as they had been protectively watching over them as they slept.

Unruly and defiant whumpees!!! ---------------------------------------------------------------

Especially when whumpee doesn't take their torture seriously

Making snide remarks to whumper even as they receive blow after blow

Even when whumpee is reduced to a bloody, battered mess trembling from the pain, they still hiss insults at whumper through gritted teeth- ignoring every threat that is subsequently hurled at them

Whumpees who have been completely changed by their trauma ---------------------------------------------------------------

Before being captured, whumpee was always known for their bubbly energy, fearless personality, as well as their caring and outgoing nature

After they're found following months of being in captivity, their team can't believe its the same person. The once bright and energetic whumpee won't speak to or even make eye contact with any of their teammates

Their bravery has been stripped from them entirely, they can't be alone in any capacity and have a heartbreaking habit of flinching whenever someone approaches them or says their name

Man, I’m a sucker for any whump involving a belt. It’s one of my favourite object in a whump context.

Whumper bringing a belt down across whumpee’s back, hands, legs, feet, or what have you.

If they’re feeling particularly brutal, whumper hitting whumpee with the buckle as well.

A belt being wrapped around whumpee’s neck and pulled tight, choking them.

Alternatively, belt wrapped around whumpee’s neck and used like a leash.

Belts used to bind whumpee’s wrists and ankles.

Whumpee breaking down and starting to apologize or beg whenever someone takes off their belt (be it caretaker or whumper) because they think they’re going to be hit.

Overlapping bruises in the shape of a belt buckle.

Swollen red welts in a criss-cross pattern.

A belt being put in whumpee’s mouth as a gag.

Alternatively, a belt being put in whumpee’s mouth for them to bite down on as their wounds are treated.

Belts being used as tourniquets or to hold a splint in place.

Belts used to strap whumpee to a table, chair, etc.

A belt pulled ever tighter around any body part, bruising, bursting blood vessels, maybe even cracking bone at some point.

Whumpee who ends up hating the feel of leather and the sound of jangling metal.

This hatred extending as far as anything with a strap and buckle, such as a watch, bag, saddle, etc.

Feel free to add any others y’all can think of!

Elevator whump

Still a firm believer and here’s why:

Essence of elevator whump: Trapped in a box with your worst nightmare!

The potential for public whump

Angst and fear all the way up (or down)

To elaborate, here’s some brain juice:

- Whumpee being coaxed by their arm to the back of the elevator, Whumper standing in silence next to them as more people get in.

- Shushing them, maybe a gun or knife pressed into their back.

- “Make a sound and everyone in this box is dead.” whispered just as the doors close.

- A possessive hand on their shoulder and Whumpee having to hide the fear in their eyes and fake a smile as people they know get in and greet them.

- Or Whumpee gets in, oblivious. Maybe too preoccupied with their phone or thoughts to take a look at the people in the elevator. They turn to face the doors and suddenly they feel something sharp press into their side.

- “So good to see you again, my love.”

- Whumpee getting into the elevator alone, maybe on the run, letting out a sigh as the doors close but just then, a hand or foot is jammed between the doors and Whumpee can only watch as the doors slowly reopen and they stare right in the face of Whumper.

- Also, did you mean: Whumpee frantically slamming the buttons to be able to close the doors in time. They fail, of course.

- When they want to get out on the first available floor the elevator stops, but a hand to their shoulder, or around their arm holds them back and Whumpee has to watch in despair as other people get out. All of them. Leaving them alone with…

- Or the Whumpee is riding the elevator, perhaps with friends even. And the doors open and Whumper steps in.

- He grins, stands behind them, and Whumpee has to struggle to put on a happy face, offering forced smiles at their friends’ jokes.

- If they’re completely alone, they back away, against the wall, and Whumper with a predatory grin presses in on them.

- Better yet: they absentmindedly step out of the elevator (nearly) bump into someone. And when they look up, they completely freeze.

- Sparing Whumper the trouble of having to push them back into the elevator because they’re already backing away in complete disbelief <3

- Or, other way around, they are waiting for the elevator, it dings, the doors open, and who steps out? =3 =3

Help for when you’re having a rough time

In light of some deeply sad news in the whump community today, I’m thinking about how many of us here struggle with mental health, sometimes including physical or mental self-harm and suicidality. Since I know lots of folks might be having a hard time right now, I wanted to share some resources that have helped me in rough moments. Please feel free to add on to this post (or make your own, if you want!) with the resources that have worked for you. 

First, a note:

Trauma, shame, and suicidality all tend to isolate - they make us feel like we’re all alone in the world, like no one else would understand us, and like the only solutions we have available to us are ones we can think of all by ourselves. In my experience, the antidote to that is connection. If you’re feeling scared or alone, you can hop into my asks or DMs if you want. I’m sure there are other folks in this community who would offer that, too. Many of us have grappled with mental health struggles, including suicidal ideation, and sometimes we can offer each other the care that can be hard to offer ourselves. Don’t be afraid to reach out if you need support.

That said, here’s my absolute first recommendation if you’re feeling generally awful and don’t know what to do:

1. You Feel Like Shit (also available at its original site here)

If you’ve read a lot of ~self care tips~ in your life (and if you’re a bit of a salty bitch like me), you might be sick of being told to eat something and take a nap. (I don’t think we can hydrate our way out of long-term trauma and late-stage capitalistic hell, but thanks.) That said, I’ve found this site REALLY helpful. Personally, I have ADHD and CPTSD, a combination that makes it ROUGH for me to know how to take care of myself sometimes. This site speaks to you calmly, like a non-judgemental friend, and walks you through steps that you might struggle with if you have a hard time with executive function in general, or if you’re ill, grieving, overwhelmed, or otherwise just off your game. I pretty much always walk away feeling at least a little better, even if I don’t complete every step.

There are more suggestions and resources below the cut. Wishing everyone in this community love and care. <3

Weiterlesen

Prompt I

Whumper brushed softly over whumpees bruised and scraped shoulders, studying the size, the shape, the depth of the wounds.

“Did you know that a large, widespread, superficial wound on your skin hurts a lot more than a deep, small wound as significantly more nerves are injured.”, he murmured as he examined one particularly deep spot, pressing his finger inside it, eliciting a suppressed gasp from the bound figure beneath him. Looking at the trace of blood on his index finger and rubbing over it with his thumb, he let off the wounds and started to circle the chair with slow, deliberate steps, folding his hands behind his back.

“However, the former are much safer. If you start to not have pain anymore, then you have a real problem. So when I hear you scream I know that you are fine. And of course I only want the best for you. Surely you do too.” He stopped in front of the whumpee, stepping closer, too close, bent down and stared at whumpee with cold, unyielding eyes.

„but it excites me, it teases me, you know? what happens when you have a real problem.”