Defeated—

a watched nut never busts. or something. i dont fucking know what you people find funny anymore. 9/11.

TW: MEDWHUMP/MEDICAL LANGUAGE

Welcome to Medwhump May 2025! This challenge was a success last year so I'm back here again for round 2!

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Brutal whump idea:

A large ring pierced through Whumpee’s mouth, below their tongue and straight through their jaw. A chain hooked to that, and used to drag them around like on a leash, tugging whenever they’re moving too slow.

Not only the pain, but it works as a permanent gag. Maybe it goes through their tongue as well. They can’t speak right. They can’t eat. Any sound comes out as a pathetic whine. They can’t close their mouth, maybe their hands are bound behind them so they can do nothing about the blood and saliva dripping down their chin.

The only thing that matters is that they certainly won’t be mouthing off to Whumper again.

I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"

day 1: scar reveal

@medwhumpmay

content: argument, scar reveal, rejection

“What is that?” 

Whumpee froze, mid-motion, shirt half-pulled off their body. They slowly turned around, facing a Caretaker that looked like they’d both rather be anywhere else and yet unable to actually move. They let go, and the fabric fell back down, over the gnarly scar that ran the length of their torso. “What’s what?” they asked with an awkward chuckle. Caretaker didn’t seem to be in on the joke.

“Whumpee, what is that?” 

“I, I don’t know what you mean. It’s just me. It’s always just been me.” Please don’t let this change anything. Please, let’s go back to how we were. Please, please, please.

Caretaker slowly walked into the room, right up to Whumpee. They reached out, stopping before their fingers could’ve brushed against their shirt. “May I see?” 

Whumpee stepped back. Caretaker lowered their hand. “It’s not just you, it’s… everyone. I don’t… go around showcasing it.”

“That much is evident. We’ve been living together for what, four years? And I’ve never… Gosh, Whumpee, I never… never once…”

“This doesn’t have to change anything,” they cut in. 

“How could it not?” they asked in turn, before they let out a deep sigh, running a hand down their face. “How could it not?”

“Just don’t let it!” Whumpee snapped. “Just— Just pull yourself together and stop looking at me like I’m some sort of freak!”

“You could’ve told me!” they snapped right back. “You could’ve told me instead of letting me find out like this! I thought we meant something to each other! I thought I was worth more than— than this.”

“I told you, it’s not you, it’s everyone!”

“Am I just like everyone to you?” 

Whumpee stopped in their tracks, the vicious attack dog inside them cowering like a kicked puppy at the question. They almost whimpered, too. “I… No, Caretaker, it’s not that… I would’ve told you eventually…”

“You wouldn’t have.” They sighed again. “You wouldn’t have.”

Whumpee stayed quiet. Caretaker ran a hand through their hair, turning away. The guilty silence more than confirmed their assumption. 

“Fine,” they said eventually, when Whumpee didn’t say anything. “Keep your secrets. Keep me at a distance, if you want. You know what? Maybe I don’t want to be close to you either.” With that, they left the room, not turning around to see the tears trickling down Whumpee’s face.

~

@whumpsday

CW: Flashbacks, ptsd mention, past trauma mention, Whumpee guilt

Whumpee sees their face in the bathroom mirror, the overgrown hair, bloodshot eyes, and the bruises that their entire body is covered with.

Just then, some flashbacks from the time they were being tortured come. They remember how the Whumper used to love running their hand through Whumpee's hair.

Suddenly, Whumpee is possessed by the urge to take an electric shaver and they run it over their hair.

They don't stop until all their soft, beautiful locks are lying in clumps next to their bare feet on the bathroom floor.

When Caretaker walks in and sees this, they take away the shaver from Whumpee, because they don't want Whumpee to hurt themselves by mistake.

Caretaker sets down the shaver and turns to Whumpee.

But Whumpee's eyes are cold and empty.

It makes Caretaker worry about them even more.

"What do you think you're doing!" Caretaker screams at the Whumpee.

Whumpee breaks down and drops to the floor, head in their hands.

In their eyes Caretaker can see the torture they are still mentally going through from their time in captivity.

"Why'd you do that, Whumpee?" they ask.

The Whumpee finally raises their head and looks Caretaker in the eye.

"I just ... I just felt like it."

"Then you should have asked me to do it for you!"

"I wanted it gone now! I JUST FUCKING WANTED IT GONE NOW! So leave me alone!"

Caretaker has never felt so helpless.

They crouch down on the floor and look in Whumpee's eyes.

Eyes that used to be vibrant but are lifeless now.

They place a hand on Whumpee's shoulder and speak in a gentle voice. "It's okay," they say to Whumpee, "I understand. Just please let me know first, next time you want to do that? Okay?"

When they hear this, Whumpee grabs Caretaker and pulls him in a tight embrace, on the wet floor of the bathroom and the Caretaker hugs them back.

"I'm sorry, Caretaker! I'm really sorry! I don't know what comes over me sometimes! I know you were only trying to help!"

So, Caretaker tries to calm Whumpee down. "Hey, just relax okay? You're with me now, Whumpee. You hear? Not Whumper! And you'll get used to it, just give it time. Let your body and your mind heal."

Once the Whumpee has calmed down enough, Caretaker helps them up and they take the electric shaver and use it to properly smooth out Whumpee's hair.

Caretaker then sets down the shaver and helps Whumpee take a shower.

Then, they bring fresh clothes to Whumpee and help put them on.

When the Whumpee is freshly showered and clean, Caretaker can see that they are feeling a little better.

So, Caretaker helps Whumpee to the bed.

They give Whumpee their meds and tuck them in.

"Just get some rest, okay?" They say to Whumpee.

Caretaker leans in and kisses Whumpee's forehead.

Whumpee finally closes their eyes and drifts off, finally feeling at peace.

Whumpees been taken for ransom from right under caretaker’s nose. Weeks pass before they get the call with demands for a chance at getting them back.

But caretaker will hear none of it until they hear whumpee’s voice over the phone.

“Whumpee are you okay?! Have they hurt you?” They cry over the phone. 

“….”

“I’m alive.”

Loooove a whumpee who slurs their words ❤️ Maybe they're drugged, drunk, concussed, delirious, semiconscious or just exhausted, who knows? It's good stuff

Mindless thrashing against cold metal restraints. Desperate, screaming, but the agony doesn't stop. The whumper keeps going.

Just to see the tension. Just to watch the despair. Just to inflict as much suffering as possible.

Just to prove that they can.

we used to have normalized whump. remember what they took from you....