★Osheen
★16 y/o (in character)
★Whumpee
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Newly disabled Whumpee applying for benefits after the whump. Having to fill in questionnaires about everything Whumper took from them: their mobility, their independence, their safety. It's all in black and white in so much detail, and now someone in an office is going to read through it and decide if they've lost enough to be worthy of any help.
younger whumpee who meets (parental) caretakers family/friends, who are too touchy or overbearing with whumpee, not respecting their boundaries at all.
and so caretaker steps in and scolds the others, letting whumpee know that they're okay to refuse physical touch and that they'll always step in if whumpee needs it
Caretaker holding whumpee’s head up gingerly, their fingers in whumpee’s hair, while bringing a glass of water to their lips.
Whumpee being too weak to hold their head up for long and only taking a couple small sips. They then drop their head back on the pillow and breathe heavily, already tired, with their eyes closed.
Caretaker places the glass on the nightstand and wipes whumpee’s face and neck with damp cloth. Whumpee sighs in relief.
rape kits seem like such a big part of non-con aftermath potential (and in general, the possibility of the assault being so violent that they need to stay at a hospital afterwards)
- does whumpee have to have a kit done? do others convince them to do it or is it their own decision, determined to have some sort of proof of what happened?
- do the people who carry it out show kindness to whumpee or are they methodical and cold?
- concerned caretaker debating with others if they should take whumpee to the hospital (maybe they don't want to put whumpee through the ordeal when they know whumper is unlikely to face consequences, maybe they're scared they'll be the one blamed for it)
- whumpee trying to handle it all while putting up a brave front (that is barely working) they can't break down, not here
- likewise, whumpee who remains stoic and doesn't react the entire time. this is nothing compared to what got them here
- while researching the topic, I saw the quote "we try to treat the whole body as a crime scene," how would whumpees react to their bodies being considered a crime scene? validated, horrified or embarrassed, trying to minimise it?
- the nurses looking at whumpee with pity, and thats worse than them not caring at all
- police having to be called to interview whumpee, who wants caretaker to stay with them but they have to leave the room, leaving whumpee alone to face the prying questions
- they interview caretaker, too, who breaks down while recalling what they know
- (bonus points stoic caretaker breaking down once they hear the doctors explain just how severe whumpee's injuries are)
being a fan of woman centered whump is rough because i'll catch myself saying things like "i want to see her bleeding and crying on the floor" and then hear myself and have to add "but ☝️ in a feminist way"
Sickie who threw up in the middle of the night, missed the toilet, and doesn’t know where Caretaker’s cleaning supplies are being forced to ask where they are.
“Where uhm... Where do you keep your cleaning supplies?“
“Sickie? It’s the middle of the night... What happened-?“ Getting a look at them. “Did you throw up, honey?“
Sickie nodding, maybe starting to cry because they feel embarrassed, and Caretaker letting them know that it’s ok, and that they’ll handle it, before helping Sickie get settled into bed.
Manhandle your sick or delirious Whumpees. I wanna see more clothes being roughly taken off Whumpees who vomited, too weak to move away or even not get it on themselves. Then they have to be cleaned, like hosed off with freezing cold water. But when it comes time to get fresh clean clothes back on, they are a dead weight and it’s difficult to re dress them so their captors are rough and impatient like “lift up your arm, damn it” or “stop making this so hard”
Someone trying their absolute damn hardest to hold down meds or fever reducers for just enough time that they work. Thinking oh my god, please, just don’t puke those up. Just 20 minutes. You can do 20 minutes.
When they take a mental step away from their body to survive it all my beloved. "Bodies can hurt. Bodies can die. It's not my fault. Whatever they do, I'll react. And I'll feel it. But it's what bodies do. It's just a body. It's fine. I'll be fine."
- the always classic "caretaker bathing whumpee bc they're too weak to do it by themself"
- that ^ but they don't get along so it's the Most Uncomfortable
- whumpee passes out in the shower, caretaker find them and freaks out
- whumpee passes out in the shower and wakes up later, alone, shivering because the water ran cold hours ago
- post surgery, whumpee isn't allowed to bathe for days. they're so openly miserable about it that caretaker washes their hair in the sink or helps them cover their wounds so they can try to get clean
- a character thinks they're well enough to shower, but they end up having to get out and go lie down with shampoo still in their hair because they ran out of energy halfway through
- whumpee crying under the warm spray, bloody water pouring down the drain at their feet
- living weapon who simply gets hosed off whenever their handlers think they need cleaning
- characters getting progressively less clean as they sink into a depression: their hair gets greasy, dry shampoo builds up on their scalp, their skin breaks out, and their deodorant can't fully mask their stale sweat
former slave whumpee who's been rescued, but they still have to continue playing that role. caretaker who hates to act as an owner, who hates the idea of being anything like whumper— but has no choice either. if they want to get out, they'll have to do this. and anyways, they have it much easier than whumpee.
and after one of those acts, even if caretaker was so careful to not be excessively cruel, to not remind whumpee of a wretched time— whumpee leans against them, despondent and non-responsive. eyes glazed and vacant, completely unaware of the outside world.
but caretaker needs them here. they need them to— focus. shaking whumpee by the shoulders the moment they have privacy. gently tapping their cheeks, holding their jaw and looking into their eyes, pressing one of whumpee's hand to their chest, breathing deep and even. bringing whumpee back.
"please," they whisper the moment they are capable of coherency. "please don't make me do it again," they just want to sleep. go away. remain in their thoughts where it's all pleasant and—
a sharp tap against their cheek. "stay," caretaker commands. "it's not over yet." there is no room for an argument in their words. not like whumpee would be capable of one at the moment, anyways.
whumpee nods, then says out loud, "okay," at the sharp look from caretaker. it's not over yet.
they hang on to the yet. they have no other choice if they want to make out of this place with their mind intact.
Whumpee high as fuck on painkillers and just, gushing about how much they liked Caretaker and their new home but it’s littered with comparisons that make Caretaker heart ache.
“Thank you, for the bed, it’s comfy- it’s like, a big-uh, it’s big, and um, warm, and so much better than the floor…” Whumpee gazed at them like they had hung the moon and the stars, voice earnest even as they stumbled a bit on the words.
“No worries,” Caretaker tries not to let their expression shift, “How are you feeling right now?”
“I feel…sleepy. Good sleepy, not bad sleepy,” whumpee wrinkles their nose, as if remembering something disgusting, “Can I go to sleep? I’ll be good, I promise.”
Bad sleepy?
Caretakers stomach turned, but they kept their placid smile. “Yeah, go ahead and get some rest honey, you’re always good.”
Whumpee shakes their head, chuckling slightly. “Only you say that. Everyone else says that I’m not.”
“Don’t listen to them-“ Caretaker stopped themselves from saying what they really thought, which included a lot of profanity, “They don’t know what they’re talking about.”
Whumpee nods earnestly, even as they scoot down deeper into bed. “I won’t, you’re my master now, it only matters what you say.” The matter of fact way they said it made it obvious that those words weren’t their own, but beaten into them.
Caretaker opened their mouth, trying to figure out where to start, but Whumpee continued.
“You’re so nice to me, the nicest. I hope you’re my master forever… I’ll be as good as possible, I promise…” Whumpee suddenly had a catch in their voice, “Do you- If I’m very, very good…would you keep me forever?”
The conditioning needed to be undone, yes, and it would be. But right now, whumpee was gazing up at them with the most hopeful, teary eyes, so high on painkillers that Caretaker doubted they’d remember anyway, and they caved.
"healing" magic that doesn't heal. it only supplements the patient enough to keep them alive through intervention. it just keeps the blood going where it needs to be, it keeps the lungs on a rhythmic cycle, it gives power to the organ systems, consciousness if necessary, et cetera. that way, a lethal injury becomes survivable, if only a healer is there to become their life support while the medics do their job. a deadly poison becomes curable if there's enough magic to keep the heart beating. torture can last forever with the right magic user, willing (or coerced) to keep a victim alive until they break.