#psychological Whump

[whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot]

Talented but arrogant,

perfect and a show-off,

dominates the stage every time they show up.

is one my favorite kind of whumpees ever; when something went wrong a long, long time ago and they've been trying to hide it.

All the subtle cues that something is wrong - disappearing randomly for a few minutes, strange responses to everyday things, bruises appearing out of nowhere, >>>>things they always did that looked like childish swagger but actually it was for different reasons<<<<

There whumpee stays nonchalant and sticks their chin high up in the air while important things are given up, they're worn and tired, and the insides of their life turns into an absolute mess, yet things just keep getting worse and worse

And everything slowly swings out of control and whumpee is desperately trying to pull themselves back together and despite caretaker begging them to let it go - arrogant, stubborn whumpee refuses

So when everything finally falls apart in the worst way possible - when they faint in the middle of their job performance, when they crack and start shouting, when they're caught coughing blood on national TV, when voice recordings of their torment get sent to their family and friends

my god it's perfect

[abhainnwhump]

Artist Whumpee with no motivation to draw anymore because Whumper always ripped up their art pieces.

[foundfamilywhump]

when a character is so afraid that they’re shaking. no matter how put together or stoic or compose they normally are, when they reach the point where they’re so terrified they can’t control their physical reactions? trembling, breathing hitching, maybe the clink of handcuffs where their hands are shaking in their restraints. shaking so hard they can’t escape noticing it - and can’t escape their captor noticing either.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompts 130: Lab Whump Aesthetic

CW: lab whump (obviously), blood, self-harm, psychological/emotional whump, magic whump

The lab rat uniform: loose, drab, hanging on whumpee's frame like it doesn't feel comfortable there

Bloodstained, soiled clothing, the result of experimentation

Whumpee left naked in their cell as their uniform is washed

Whumpee arriving at the lab facility as a new subject and realizing that whumper will be experimenting on them, not with tools and drugs, but with dark magic

Inhuman whumpees losing whatever shreds of humanity they might have had as time and experiments continue and they're treated more and more like animals

Or, conversely, inhuman whumpees that become more human and exhibit more human emotions as they're mistreated

Whumpee forgetting their own name because they're only referred to by a subject number

Disorientation from drugs/experiment aftermath

Whumpee's sleep, the only time they're alone, being disrupted by nightmares about what's been done to them

Or, a whumpee who's never left alone, always watched, always under observation of some kind

Whumpee's skin slowly turning into a scarred, chaotic mess from cuts/syringes/injections, etc.

Whumpee seeing their own distress and pain mirrored in the glimpsed faces of other lab rats in the facility

Whumpee learning to see themself as nothing but a test subject

Bandages, sterile gauze, sterile lights, sterile everything

Whumpee being overwhelmed when they catch a glimpse of life outside the lab when visitors arrive

Waking up after an experiment, seeing bloodied instruments and wondering groggily what terrible thing whumper could have done to them now

Learning to damage their own body to foil whumper's plans

Whumpee becoming desensitized to whumper's drugs and needing higher and higher doses for them to work

No longer recognizing their own body after recovering from whumper's last experiment

Whumper leading lab rat whumpee to a mirror, after intentionally keeping them away, and letting them see how pathetic they've become

Or, whumpee looking in a mirror and realizing that whumper has turned them into a monster

Whumpee deciding that it's too late for them and they might as well embrace what they've become

Feel free to reblog and add on!

[ibims1seb]

Gun to his head

Tw: gun, mentioned captivity, death wish, mentioned killing, is there more??

“I’m giving you a chance.”, for the first time, Whumpee was completely unbound. They stood in the middle of the room they had been forced to call a home, staring into Whumper’s gleeful eyes. The man held a gun in his hand. They knew they were supposed to be scared. Supposed to fear the situation.

“What kind of chance?” Their voice wobbled a little more than they’d liked, and their body shook just a tiny bit too much. Whumper just grinned, but they weren’t sure at what.

“A chance to escape!” His smile didn’t leave while he pointed the handle of the gun towards Whumpee, inviting them to hold it.

“Wha-…”, they stopped themselves, thinking about what they were going to say.

“You can either kill me and run out of that door into your freedom, or you can stay here. Your choice!”

“You are insane, do you know that?” Still, they took the offer, weighing the gun in their hands.

“Shoot me, or give it back,” he said, standing up straight so Whumpee could have a free range. They nodded slowly, but didn’t make any effort to actually shoot, nonetheless point the gun at their captor. After a few more seconds, they just shook their head, before throwing the pistol back at Whumper, who caught it with confusion in his eyes.

“If you have that big of a death wish, give me a loaded one next time.”

Masterlist

[whumpypepsigal]

Am I not permitted to wash the king?

[wattzgoingdark]

Whumpee with a gun pointed at Whumper. Whumper seems completely unfazed “Put the gun down now, and I will consider letting this slide without punishment.”

Whumpee’s hands start to shake. They could be free if they just pull the trigger. This could all be over-

Whumper begins walking towards Whumpee. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Whumper stops directly in front of whumpee, gun pointed right at their chest. “I said: Put. The gun. Down.”

Whumpee’s hands are shaking even more. They stagger backwards as Whumper stands in front of the barrel of the gun, expression more so of annoyance than anything else.

“G-get away from me!” Whumpee says. “I’ll do it! I’ll pull the trigger- I’ll kill you-“

Whumper just laughs.

They reach out, but instead of taking the gun out of Whumpee’s hands, they hold Whumpee’s arms steady, gun pointed at Whumper’s heart.

“No. You won’t.”

Whumper’s voice almost echos through Whumpee’s ears with a calmness that makes the hair on the back of Whumpee’s neck stand up.

“You don’t have it in you.”

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Stress-Induced Physical Whump

Whumpee who repeatedly bangs their head into their knee, or punches themself in the temples in an attempt to get rid of a tension headache— to “dig into” the sensation. guess what I’ve been fighting the urge to do for the last five hours LMFAO

Worrying so much they get nauseous and cannot stop throwing up. This lasts several days. They are painfully hungry and want to eat something; but they are also painfully nauseous 24/7 and know they likely won’t be able to keep it down.

Dizziness to the point of almost fainting when they move their head; and having to turn very, very slowly to look at things so they don’t see stars.

Feeling so physically weak and lethargic all the time that they can’t raise their voice because it takes too much energy. Maybe they don’t speak at all.

Fainting from fear because Whumper threatened to kill them.

Random chest pains that make Whumpee jolt and drop objects they’re holding in their hands.

Forgetful and exhausted Whumpee forgot they were cooking something when they fell asleep; now their house is burning down.

[whumpshaped]

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, psychological whump, intimate whumper, forced comfort

"Whatever is the matter with you?"

Beck shrugged a little. He still barely even looked at Helle, let alone engaged in their banter. "I don't know. I'm sorry."

They gently took him by the chin, turning his head towards them so they'd be able to look him in the eye. They didn't seem concerned, just confused and annoyed. "Is it me? Am I the problem? Are my insults and mockery getting less... gutting?"

Beck thought he might be able to sense some semblance of care behind the joking tone, but he was too exhausted to pay too much attention. "No, that's definitely not it," he said honestly. "They're... they're definitely pretty gutting. I mean, if, if we're being honest here– they make me wanna cry half the time."

The vampire let go of him and leaned back, still fixing him with a suspicious look. "Okay. So... whatever is it, then? You barely react. Our of the two of us, you seem more dead."

"I'm tired, Helle," he admitted, and averted his eyes again. "I'm sorry. That's– I think that's just it. I'm so tired of being... afraid, and hurt, and angry. I just can't do it tonight. I bet that's very frustrating, since that seems like the only reason you even keep me around in this way instead of enthralling me and whisking me away to your mansion or whatever, but I just... I can't. I can't do it every night. I'm tired."

The silence that stretched between them wasn't a necessarily uncomfortable one. It was almost peaceful, contemplative. Beck used it to simply zone out and stare at the TV in front of him — despite the fact that it wasn't even turned on, and he was just looking at his reflection. Only his. And Helle? Helle used it to think about whatever the hell vampires thought about, when they weren't thinking about blood and torture. Maybe they were thinking about blood and torture. There was no way to know.

"I do keep you around for those tasty little emotions," they said eventually. "It is quite fun to see you react to whatever I am doing. But I think..." They grabbed him by the arm and pulled him closer, positioning him so that he was laid across the sofa with his head in their lap. "I do not have to pull from the negative ones all the time. Especially if they are a limited resource."

Beck would've lied if he said the situation didn't scare him. He felt numb, yes, but he wasn't dead. Or emotionless. His muscles still tensed up at having to navigate unfamiliar territory, and his breathing and pulse quickened. But he couldn't react in the way Helle wanted. He didn't have the energy to protest and beg.

They began gently petting his hair, like one might do with a cat. It felt... nice. It wasn't comforting, but it was objectively pleasant, and... Helle was right. It was different, and different made him feel.

"I could make the distinction differently," they murmured. "I could simply make your days bad and worse, have your brain switching between dread and more dread."

Oh, it was a foolish question, the one on the tip of his tongue; but it was a justified one. Should he risk it? Or should he keep quiet and enjoy the break?

He was never going to learn to keep his mouth shut.

"Why don't you?" he asked quietly.

The vampire scratched his scalp with sharp nails, and Beck once again felt like he was nothing but a pet. But it was so good. It felt so nice. He couldn't help but turn his head a little, lean into the touch, and even though he managed to stifle the pleased hum that threatened to breach his aura of indifference, the way he arched his back to be able to push against Helle's hand probably told them everything they wanted to know.

They smiled sweetly. "It is an odd thing, really. Sometimes I look at your adorable little face and I want nothing more than to ruin it with tears and bruises. And sometimes... sometimes I come here with that exact intent, and yet you manage to say or do something... and I just change my mind out of nowhere. Sometimes I want to see you like this."

"Like a dog."

"Like a happy dog. Relaxed, content, lazily wagging his little tail — wagging it specifically because I scratched him behind the ears." Beck felt his face heating up at the comparison, even though it was the same one he'd made a moment ago. It was different, coming from Helle. "But it does make me wonder... How would you react if I were to take it all away?"

Beck tensed again, waiting for them to do just that. For their fingers to tighten in his hair, for the claws to draw blood. For Helle's gentle expression to turn cold and cruel. He found himself desperately hoping it was merely a hypothetical.

"There it is," they whispered. "That fear. That uncertainty. That pleading look I treasure oh so much." They continued petting him, satisfied with how he was unable to relax at all now. "A little hope and kindness goes a long way, I suppose."

~

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[inevitable-pretty-words]

Content – intimate whumper, hero x villain, villain with magical powers, fantasy whump, psychological whump, memory alteration, forced submission, dub-con kissing

"I'll probably have to erase your memories. Just as a precaution" Villain's calm voice rang out in the small room as he paced back and forth, not even looking at Hero.

"You're joking right?!"

Hero didn't want his voice to sound so hysterical. He also didn't want to endure Villain's serious look any longer, which only made him more aware of what a terrible situation he was in.

His eyes lingered on random objects, desperately searching for a way out. But he didn't find it. The Villain was blocking his path to the door and Hero realized painfully that there was no chance of getting past him and escaping through the narrow corridor. Not when he's like this. Not now. The only exit was the window he was standing next to. His heart skipped a beat as he thought about what this meant for him, but still, against all reason, his hand slowly moved towards the window handle.

"I don't advise it. You'll break your legs. And then I will come down to you and erase your memories anyway. You will only suffer unnecessarily" Villain said in an almost completely indifferent tone of voice, but there was a hint of concern in it.

Hero snorted, even though he knew Villain was right. And he hated him for it. He also hated the concern in his voice. As if he ever cared about his life and happiness.

"So I should just let you do it, right? Do you realize how ridiculous you sound?!" Hero didn't want to scream, not again. But he couldn't help but be overcomed with emotions.

Villain stopped and looked at him for the first time since the incident.

"Yes. That will be better. For you. For me. I don't want to fight."

Villain continued to maintain his mask of indifference, and Hero hated the fact that he couldn't read his true emotions. He would have preferred anger because it was predictable, but now he had no idea what to expect.

"There must be another way. Anything else. I can stay silent and pretend I didn't see anything, I can..."

Villain interrupted him with a joyless laugh.

"We both know it won't work. You'll open your dirty mouth and blurt everything out at the end. Or worse, you'll try to help me. I won't let you do this." With each word, Villain got closer to Hero, who could no longer move back, pressed against the wall. He glanced out the window again, but quickly shook his head. The consequences would be too great.

So he risked looking into Villain's eyes and saw no uncertainty in them. He swallowed.

"I could at least try..." his voice was quieter this time, more shaky due to Villain's proximity. Great.

"Would you like to continue pretending to be a hero? It didn't work out last time."

Hero grimaced at the reference to recent events, but did not comment on his words, refusing to be provoked.

There was a sudden tension in the air, full of heavy memories that each of them preferred to keep silent for now.

“So you can see that I have no other choice, my dear,” Villain said after a long moment, breaking the silence.

Something about the way he said that endearment made Hero's heart skip a beat, but he quickly came to his senses, remembering his threat.

"You're an escapist, you know? You would do anything to avoid the consequences, to start over..."

Instead of the expected anger, Hero saw only calmness in Villain, with a hint of amusement at his feeble attempts to distract him to escape.

"What's wrong with escapism, hmm?" he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind Hero's ear.

Hero shuddered, his thoughts made no sense, and for a moment he focused only on the touch on his cheek, on the warmth of Villain's hand, on the knowledge that if only the situation was different, he could kiss him here and now.

"Don't try to avoid it," Villain whispered tenderly into his ear, aware of the effect it was having on him. "Just give up. Submit. It'll hurt you less than if I had to force you to do it."

But I don't want to have my memories deleted, Hero wanted to say, but the prepared words disappeared from his head as soon as Villain ran his hand through his hair. Hero sighed.

Villain suddenly pulled away to look into his eyes. Hero closed it in a sudden panic.

"What exactly do you want to delete? How many days?" he managed to say in a trembling voice.

"Just today," Villain assured him, smiling. "Removing more memories would affect you too much. And we don't want that, right?"

Hero just nodded, not noticing the strange gleam in Villain's eyes.

"And if you're going to forget anyway..." Villain approached him again and kissed him gently on the lips.

Hero had no idea what had just happened. His heart was racing and he felt that his cheeks were completely red. He kept repeating the question in his mind: why, why, why, why, why? But he received no answer.

Villain placed his hand on his blushed cheek again and stared into his eyes as if he wanted to remember the sight. And then he kissed him again, this time on the forehead.

"Sorry." Hero heard a quiet whisper and didn't know how to react. And if any of his reactions would have changed Villain's mind at all. Probably not.

That's why when Villain looked at him again, Hero didn't close his eyes.

A sharp, stabbing pain immediately shot through his head, and Hero couldn't help but hiss and crouch down as if it would protect him.

But Villain then moved his hand to his chin and forced him to straighten up and look him in the eye.

"You're unconsciously resisting, that's why it hurts. Stop it, Hero. Give up, enough of this fighting. It will be better for you this way" his sweet, calm voice made Hero start to calm down involuntarily. The feeling that he was going to cry disappeared. The pain subsided.

And then, as soon as he felt someone infiltrating his mind, searching through his memories, Hero submitted and everything went dark.

[short-form-whump]

The night is hot and quiet as the Whumpee sits in the passenger seat of a parked car. They hold their one arm stiffly with the other, their elbow bent beneath the tight grip of their bloodied hand. They are quaking with every breath but also frozen in place, undoubtedly in shock. Next to them, the steady hand of the Whumper reaches forward and turns the keys to stop the engine. A warm wind blows through the open windows as the two sit in silence. The Whumper stares ahead at the dark farmland in front of them, scanning acres of fields with wild tree lines and blemished by abandoned trailers and barns. “When I was young my brother beat me up so bad I thought I was gonna die, and I practiced in my head the story about what happened,” the Whumper says. “We were kids so I thought about how I was gonna tell our dad. I told myself over and over what happened, how it happened, every last detail about what he did to me. But when I finally saw my dad, I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t tell him I lost, how bad I lost, even though it was written all over me. And now, all these years later and after all that effort to remember it all, I can’t tell you much about it outside of it having happened in a beat up old barn like one of those.” The Whumper looks over at the Whumpee, a gesture that’s enough to agitate the Whumpee’s quivering even more. “So if you’re thinking of how you’re gonna go telling some little story, I wouldn’t.” The Whumpee looks at the Whumper through shaking pieces of sweat-drenched hair. “This your way of saying that time heals all wounds?” they manage to ask their captor. The Whumper shakes their head. “It’s my way of saying that nobody’s gonna care what happened to you. Not even time. Your whole self will become some broken down place nobody goes to. And although the crash is loud now, someday I will just be the broken window of your whole rotten barn.” The Whumpee closes their eyes, torn between whether to pledge to themselves to remember or to forget.

[whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot]

Whumper stacks up their punishments.

Every mistake, every wrongdoing Whumpee does, Whumper just raises an eyebrow and lets it pass.

It's the end of the day when Whumper addresses the punishments that has built up, listing and delivering them one by one. Whumpee has the nighttime to cry their eyes out and tend to themself.

For Whumpee, it's a whole day of anxiety as they watch the clock hands turn.

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper, ripping off the last page of their calendar and tossing it to Whumpee's feet: That's another year, darling. And not a single person has found you. Give up, because your friends already did.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 3E

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[whump-queen]

Whumper won’t tell whumpee why they’re getting punished.

They have to keep frantically guessing, knowing that they’ll be hit with every wrong answer.

"Still haven’t figured it out yet?”

“You’re even dumber than you look.”

Sliding the bloody crop up their jaw, smearing red.

“Now lick it clean.”

[thewhumpcaretaker]

💚 Cosmic Horror Whump 💚

The crushing fear of facing something larger and older than the Earth, the sun, or any familiar form of life.

Mysterious nightmares

Mysterious hallucinations - or are they??

Whumpee knows what they saw, but no one will believe them.

Whumpee saw too much and can’t live with the memories. The human mind isn’t meant to contain this and they begin to go mad.

Some knowledge is so arcane that it begins to literally destroy the brain - headaches, memory loss, blacking out, etc.

Whumpee struggles with their faith (or their atheism) after learning something unexpected about the origins of life, the afterlife, etc.

Whumpee is exposed to a previously undiscovered substance. What will it do to them?

Whumpee’s body is changing in unexpected ways. Is this a parasite? A disease? …Is this the creature they’ve always been?

Whumpee becomes aware that the universe is doomed, and suffers despair.

Just as there are colors that the human eye can’t normally see, there are sensations of pain that we can’t normally feel. Whumpee is about to feel them.