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comfortingcatharsis · 19 hours
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Delirium or fever or concussion or exhaustion playing havoc with a character's sense of time so that the flow of events gets a bit slippery and they have no conception of the length of time passing- the companion tending to them steps out for just long enough to brew a cup of tea or fetch another blanket and returns to a character sure they've been abandoned, left to fend for themself, drowning in loneliness-
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whumpypepsigal · 2 months
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Avatar: The Last Airbender (2024) s01e04 “Everything I need is on this boat.”
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whumper-whimsy · 2 months
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drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...
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We need more vain/egotistical whumpees, please
Whumpees who won't allow anyone to see them cry, no matter how much they need the support, they can't take any more blows to their ego
Whumpees who refuse pain medication because they think it makes them look weak
Whumpees who act mean or cold to those who try to help them because it's the only thing that keeps others away from them
Whumpees that are encouraged to ask for help, but think that others would be impressed if they didn't ever need it
Whumpees that cannot, under any circumstance, allow others to know what has happened to them, even if it allows Whumper to get away with it, because what would the others think of me if they knew how weak and helpless I was? Or that it actually left a lasting impact on me?
Whumpees who obsessively cover up their scars with makeup
Whumpees who isolate themselves whenever the people around them get too 'invasive' by asking basic questions about Whumpee's mental state
Whumpees who are offended at the mere mention that they may have actually been traumatized, because they're too strong/tough/resilient for anything to actually affect them, and claiming anything else amounts to a personal insult
Whumpees who will not tell anyone if they're sick or injured because they don't want anyone to see them hurting, until they collapse and have to be dragged to a doctor
Whumpees who think that they're better than others because they were strong enough to survive nevermind the debilitating trauma
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aceofwhump · 5 months
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The Fourteenth Doctor going through it in Doctor Who 60th Anniversary Special "The Star Beast"
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echoingalaxies · 1 month
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Whumpee is dying, nothing can stop it anymore. Instead of a goodbye - when Whumpee closes their eyes for the last time, when they take their final breaths, when their hand in Caretaker's goes limp - Caretaker whispers "good night."
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meltyphos · 5 months
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just a caretaker cradling a crying, hyperventilating whumpee in their arms. whispering reassuring things and hushes in whumpees ear as they rock them in their embrace, letting whumpee know that they're safe
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cw captive whumpee, injury, betrayal, tortured for information, intimate whumper 
After hours of torture, of beatings, of sleep deprivation, Whumpee finally gives in. Coughing up a mouthful of blood onto the ground at Whumper’s feet, they beg, “S-stop, please. No more, I can’t—I'll tell you, I-I'll tell you everything.” 
“You lasted longer than I thought.” Whumper crouches down in front of them, taking Whumpee’s chin in their hand and tilting their head up. Their expression is almost sympathetic as they take in Whumpee’s teary eyes and bruised face. “But it’s okay. It’ll all be over if you give me the information I need. And then, just think how nice it will be to finally rest. You can sleep in a real bed while your injuries heal.” 
Whumpee doesn’t need any more convincing. They choke out the information through sobs, clinging to Whumper, and each heave of their chest sends pain shooting through their broken ribs. But it will be over soon—Whumpee doesn’t know why they even held out this long if they were just going to break anyway. 
Whumper strokes their hair gently as they give up the secrets they were trained to die for. Endangering their team’s entire operation and perhaps their lives. But then again, it’s not like Whumpee’s team came to rescue them—as Whumper had reminded them countless times. And they were right. 
“Good…that’s perfect, Whumpee,” Whumper praises after they’ve finished spilling every bit of information that had been requested, and then some. “Thanks to you, your team won’t stand a chance against me, now.” 
A sense of relief washes over Whumpee. It's done—the suffering is finally over with. They want to sleep until the pain no longer clings to their bones and laces every movement. However, their relief is quickly replaced by a fresh bout of fear at the realization of what they’ve just done. “They’ll know it was me,” Whumpee whispers brokenly.  
“Of course they will,” Whumper says, matter-of-fact. “And they will go looking for you. And if they find you, they will kill you.” 
Whumpee shakes their head. “Worse,” they correct. “They’ll do so much worse than just kill me.” 
A sharp pain shoots through their side and they groan, clutching at one of their wounds. Whumper gathers them into their arms before they collapse completely, and assures Whumpee, “That’s why you will be staying with me. In exchange for giving up the information I needed, you will be under my protection.” 
Whumpee can’t possibly have heard them right. They must be delirious from the pain. “W-what?” they stammer. Everything is growing fuzzy, and now that they’re being held in Whumper’s arms, they just want to let their eyes fall shut and surrender to sleep. 
The gentle fingers brushing back Whumpee’s hair lull them further into unconsciousness as Whumper murmurs, “I can’t just give you up now, sweetheart. I think you’d make a valuable addition to my team.” 
Whumpee hums in agreement, not quite sure what they’re agreeing to, but if it means an end to the pain, they’ll do just about anything. 
“You were never cut out for this line of work, were you?” Whumper says teasingly. They lift Whumpee in their arms and begin carrying them somewhere, but the gentle rocking motion of their steps eases Whumpee into sleep long before they find out where they’re being taken. 
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whumppppp · 4 months
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Silent scream
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drawing-dinos82 · 4 months
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If you have another reason not listed, please comment or reblog with your answer. Also please reblog for a bigger sample size
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whumpalicious08 · 5 months
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Public humilliation whump🫡
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Hired gun once-defiant whumpee being 'disciplined' in front of Criminal Whumper's colleagues.
Kingpin Whumper is holding an informal meeting in a private study. Genially drunk business associates are chattering about.
The heavy wooden doors are pulled open and a guard by Whumpee's side wrenches them into the room, one hand around their upper arm.
Whumpee is shirtless and shivering, sanguine leaking from the disorderly lines cut into their back. Fresh wounds layer on pale pink scars which layer on paler brown ones. Their arms are bound in front of them.
The sight of Whumpee sobers everyone up, but all are frozen in inaction from the threat Whumper presents.
Whumpee never cries in front of anyone.
But Whumpee's eyes are red rimmed and leaking now.
They're brought to Whumper. Whumpee picks a spot on Whumper's leather shoes and focuses on it, determined to avoid everyone's pitying eyes. The spark of anger burning within them turns it's flames inward, shame rising from the ashes of Whumpee's dignity.
Whumper smiles, and lifts Whumpee's head with a gentle press of his fingers under their chin. "Anythin' you want to tell me, pretty?"
Whumpee knows the answer he wants to hear. They meet Whumper's eyes for a moment, but rapidly abandons the challenge.
Their raw throat struggles to form the reply.
"Thank you, sir."
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hurtmyfavsthanks · 6 months
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The moment a defiant whumpee breaks down for the first time. 
It shocks them nearly as much as their audience. They try stubbornly to hold it in, to keep their expression firm. Whumpee’s body rigid with the effort; jaw set, fists clenched and shaking.  They can’t trust themselves to speak, can’t trust themselves to breathe, and so they bite their lip in a desperate attempt to remain composed. They fail, and when their body forces them to inhale, the shuddering gasp that comes out is a sob. The tears begin to flow unrelenting, and their frustration at their weakness only makes them flow faster. They can only angrily swipe away at the onslaught or turn away, all useless attempts to hide the shame clear on their face. 
I like to think about someone watching them, standing still as whumpee’s crumbling apart. Maybe it’s caretaker. It’s the first time they’d seen whumpee look so small, so hurt. They want to help, want to give the comforting words whumpee could never accept before. But indecision stills their hand. What could they say that whumpee would hear? 
Or maybe it’s whumper, watching in near shock as their oh so stubborn captive dissolves into tears before them. They don’t even mock them at first, simply watching whumpee’s trembling form. Watching them, even as whumpee tries to hide their shame. Watching and feeling nothing but satisfaction. 
There’s simply something so sweet about a character defined by their defiance falling apart.
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whumpypepsigal · 10 months
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The Witcher s03e03: “[Your mother] loved you the best she could. To save you, she had to let you go.”—“This can’t have been the only choice.”
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spinzolliii · 12 days
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Caretaker falling apart over what might’ve happened to Whumpee, but deciding to respect Whumpee’s privacy. They have to stop themselves from prying or asking certain questions, knowing full well that there’s a darker, painful, intimate story behind Whumpee’s condition.
Alternatively, Whumpee’s history is eating away at them, and they’re dying to tell Caretaker everything. They decide to repress themselves for one reason or another. Maybe they’re afraid of disturbing Caretaker. Maybe they’re doubting their own recollection of what happened. Maybe they’ve been conditioned to view vulnerability as weakness.
Either way, there’s something preventing these two people from sharing the whole truth about a painful situation.
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Whumpees who are never touched
There's a million ways to torture a person without ever laying a hand on them.
Whumpees slowly losing their minds in a solid white room, rubbing their own blood on the walls just to see something.
Whumpees who can't sleep because they're too full of caffeine from the drugged food.
Whumpees who have to listen as their loved ones are tortured.
Whumpees who are locked up and abandoned to starve.
Whumpees who are denied medical care after an accident, suffering the pain of broken bones without assistance.
Whumpees who haven't felt the touch of another person in forever, at this point even a punch would be welcome.
Whumpees who are stuck in quarantine, only ever able to see others through the thick glass walls.
Whumpees who are completely touch averse, even the gentlest brush of fingers against their hand makes their skin crawl.
Whumpees who were turned into monsters, and nobody is brave enough to get close.
Can you guys tell I really like emotional whump?
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aceofwhump · 5 months
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14th Doctor emotional moments in Doctor Who 60th Anniversary Special "Wild Blue Yonder"
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