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Whumpee tied up with their arms in front of them. Not high enough that they need to stand, not necessarily cruel or uncomfortable, but they have to stay seated. Can't lie down and curl up.
Whumpee being exhausted, scared, in pain, cold- everything is just too much.
Them leaning their head against the wall and closing their eyes, face contorting with a painful grimace as they just want this to stop.
Whumpee who has been trained for situations like this. They're professional, cold.
But when they finally break out of their bonds/cell for the first time in a week, and stumble through the building, unable to find an exit, the panic creeps up in them. This is their chance, they can't mess it up, but why isn't there a way out, why are all the windows hammered shut, why-
They can't find a way out, but they find a phone. So they call for help, to another professional. A friend/family member.
They try not to break down the second they hear a familiar voice and rattle off the information they have. But it's not a lot, and they lose their composure more and more as they talk.
"There were four of them, last I saw. I managed to get out of my cell, only a few minutes ago. They'll know I'm gone soon. I'm in a large building, the windows are barred shut, I can't see outside. There are- there are no signs anywhere. I can't find an exit, I don't know- I can't- I don't know where I am, they'll be back soon, I don't-"
Caretaker trying to calm them down over the phone, telling them they're doing good. Just stay with me, stay hidden.
They stay on the line, trying to figure something out, but soon Whumpee goes quiet. Their voice is nothing but a soft whisper when they talk again.
"I heard someting."
"They're coming."
Carektaker having to listen to Whumpee starting to panic, and being found. The sounds of beating, of Whumpee's pained noises, and then nothing as the phone is destroyed.
I love me a Whumpee who has responsibilities
After the whump, they can't just recover, no, they have things to do. People who need them. Duties that no one else will do.
There's no time for recovery. They need to lead. They need to keep going.
They can't let everyone down, can they?
Whump prompt #5
Opportunities for casual/pointless/petty violence.
Shoving / dragging whumpee every time they need to start moving.
Slamming the whumpee's head down into the desk/table they're sitting at.
Throwing an item at whumpee to get their attention (preferably something fast, hard and heavy)
Whumper kicking/slapping/shaking whumpee awake as they walk past
Whumper grabbing whumpee's jaw every time they want whumpee to look at them,
Knocking whatever they're holding/carrying out of their hands.
Shoulder-barging/shoving whumpee into a wall every time whumper walks past them.
Dragging them upright by their collar/throat
Thumping 'playfully' on the shoulder/thigh at every opportunity.
And imagine this is whumpee's life. Constantly. All day, every day. I wonder what their state of mind would be like? Bonus points if this is so normalised that no-one reacts to it when it happens.
I wanna talk abt whumpees without caretakers (at least at the beginning of the story). Whumpees who patch themselves up after fights and take care of themselves when they’re sick. Maybe they are part of a team, but their teammates see injury/ illness as weak. So if they feel the slightest twinge of a cold, or their body aches the wrong way, they immediately retreat to their room and don’t come out till they feel better.
Let’s say whumpee leaves that team for whatever reason and joins another team who actually cares. They get sick or injured and try to hide away, but a strong hand on their shoulder says otherwise. They’re brought to the medbay, where they receive medicine, bandages if necessary, and care. Maybe they start crying, maybe they refuse help until they’re actively falling apart. But they're not alone.
Whumpee who finally can let go. They’ve been in so much pain; physical and emotional, and Caretaker finally allows them to let go. They’re sick with stress, fever leaving them bedridden for now, lowering inhibitions. When Caretaker treads carefully into the room, they see Whumpee glance up at them, shuffling to sit up and look a little more presentable. But Caretaker gently shakes their head, pushing them down with a softly spoken reassurance. And that does it. The simple act of someone taking Whumpee as who they are, of loving them as who they are, breaks them. They bury their face in the pillows and sob, their whole body shivering and trembling with emotion and exhaustion. Caretaker just gently traces patterns on their arm, letting them know they’re here, they’re safe now. It’s okay and it will continue to be okay.
give it up for voice breaks everyone. round of applause for shaky whimpers, pained cries, distressed whining, keening in the back of the throat, that moment when a character tries so hard to keep talking but their voice cracks into a fluttery, weak little plea for help
i'm sure this has been talked about a thousand times but whumpee who is hyperaware of every slight mood shift in the room because they learned to walk on eggshells around whumper
Passing an injured or ill character from one companion to another- the first companion has the character resting in their lap or leaning against their side or propped against their chest and they carefully shift them to transition them to the other companion, who slides into place and settles the ill or injured character back into the same position in their own hold, being careful to move the character as little as possible in the process.
could you perchance do some dialogue prompts about found family taking care of each other? i cant tell if thats too specific or not specific enough but don't worry about it if you don't want to🤗
Found Family Caretaking
“You look tired. If you still can't sleep in your room, you can crash in mine.”
“Nope. Sit. You're hardly even capable of standing. I got you.”
“Was that your dad?” “Yeah.” “Come here. Ssh... It's okay.”
“Hey. Quit talking about yourself like that, or I'll kick you.”
“You know it's okay to let us carry your weight for a bit, right?”
“I made food, left it on the stove, but I can get you some now if you need it.”
“Let me get something to clean that up, yeah?” “Thank you...” “Not for that.”
“Hey, um... I heard you crying and like... Do you wanna talk about– Oh, and you're hugging me. Um. Alright, yeah, okay. This is fine. Let's sit down.”
“Not hungry.” “Don't care, you're eating something.”
“Come on, we made a blanket fort.”
“Sorry for all that yelling. Come on, let's go for a walk, yeah?”
“Oh, shit. It's storming. Where is A? They hate storms.” “No idea. Let's try to find them.”
hey don't cry. blorbo coughing up blood
blorbo writhing in agony ok? don't cry
blorbo screaming so much their voice becomes hoarse and weak and the pain still won't stop
blorbo unable to close their eyes and avoid the visceral sight of their own body
blorbo suffering unimaginable pain and being powerless to stop it ok? ok
consider: caretaker who doesn’t necessarily like whumper at all, maybe even rather dislikes them, but is smart enough to know when someone needs help, and has a strong enough moral code to give that help if they’re the only one who can at the moment.
…but they still can’t shake their grudge, even as they’re patching whumpee up. maybe they use the half-tattered ends of stray bandages, maybe they tug the splint a little too tight, maybe they aren’t as gentle as they should be moving whumpee to a spare bed or couch.
and maybe they ease up a bit seeing whumpee wince. sure, caretaker doesn’t like them one bit, but… they don’t deserve anything like this.
They were teammates. That's all. Coworkers, really.
And nobody liked every single one of their coworkers. That was a fact of life. And Whumpee -- God, Whumpee was a lot. Loud, brash, reckless. The type of person who moved through the world like a hurricane, who took up so much space it seemed to make the air a little harder to breathe for anyone else.
In short, the type of person that Caretaker really didn't care to be around.
So when Whumpee showed up battered and bruised on Caretaker's doorstep, their patience was already thin.
That didn't mean Caretaker wouldn't help, of course. They weren't a monster. But they were probably shorter than they should've been.
"Sit." Caretaker's voice came out as a grunt as they gestured to a chair and grabbed their first aid kit. Whumpee obeyed, already talking.
"It was fucking crazy, man, you have no idea....I can't even believe....."
Loud as ever. But their voice wavered a bit.
Caretaker cut a piece of gauze from their pack, not really paying attention to how much it was. They firmly tied it around Whumpee's bloodied arm -- and heard a sharp intake of breath.
Caretaker's eyes went to Whumpee's face. Whumpee wasn't looking at them, but Caretaker could see the tension in their face, the way their knuckles blanched on the table, and the....were those tears in Whumpee's eyes? Whumpee, the toughest, most brazen member of their team?
Shit.
"You're okay." Caretaker's tone was much softer this time, and they laid the next layer of gauze with intentional care. "I've got you."
Whumpee thinks they're going to get hurt, but makes no move to shield themselves.
In the aftermath, caretaker is somewhat concerned.
Whumpee who cries being treated gently. Who's chest shakes with sobs until they run out of tears to cry and just shake. Whumpee who can't fathom that the hands that hold them gently won't hurt in turn
Stoic whumpee desperately searching for a small, quiet, private place, just to scramble into it and let themselves break down. They couldn’t let anyone see but they just couldn’t hold themselves together anymore.
Sobbing with their hands clamped tight over their mouth, eyes squeezed shut, trying to get it over with, trying to cry it all out and force themselves numb again, but every time they think they’re calm enough to try again, another wave of grief and just…despair hits them all over again.
Does someone find them? A teammate? Whumper? A caretaker? Or do they manage to crawl out of their hiding place undiscovered, to save face for another day?
traumatized whumpee in the aftermath, either immediately or when undergoing a difficult recovery. they're with someone who's safe but they don't know that yet, or they haven't managed to internalize it. they're bracing. they know something is coming. someone is about to hurt them. but they're not going to fight it - it feels pointless because caretaker is so much stronger than them, or they feel like if caretaker decides to hurt them then surely caretaker will be right, or they just deserve it, or the exchange of whatever safety or care they've received is enough to pay in pain, in blood, in bruises.
and it doesn't happen. it doesn't happen. no matter how long they wait, it doesn't happen. they're ready to sit there and take it. that's the worst part for caretaker, when they realize what was going on in whumpee's head, why they seemed so tense. they were just going to take it. whumpee thought caretaker was going to hurt them, and they were just going to take it.
What the hell does whump mean???? I feel like I've discovered a damn alien or some shit
So you know all those episodes in long-running TV shows or movies where characters get kidnapped (Spencer Reid in Criminal Minds), possessed (Yasha Nydoorin comes to mind), very ill (Frodo Baggins' little soul-eating wound arc), or beat to shit in a myriad of different ways?
You know the moments where a character gets the life kicked out of them, and another character has to nurse them back to health? You know the inexplicable nosebleed scenes, or sudden onset migraines, or that moment where the character that hasn't looked healthy all episode suddenly collapses to the floor?
All those moments, where a character is hurt, often as a plot point, sometimes just for fun?
That's whump.
It's a genre of fiction that uses painful scenarios like the ones listed above to explore vulnerability and catharsis, and to get a better look into the characters in the situation. It's very common in media, because it's very effective at getting under a character's skin, and also because there's a very large community of folks who love it. That's us! And also what this blog is for!
I hope this makes sense. If not, I can direct you to a post of definitions, but really, it's just a bunch of tropes about putting characters in Situations™️.
