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Whumpee who doesn’t even realise they’ve passed out before waking up. They were awake, dizzy, too hot, and then dreams start to creep in, and they’re not even aware that what they’re experiencing isn’t reality anymore. Until they wake up to a gentle voice. “Hush now. You’re alright.” Their hands are curled around warm wrists. Their skin slowly registering the soft bedsheets that weren’t there last time. That gentle voice… Caretaker. Where … what happened….
Whumpees whose powers/magic are so integral to them that that blocking the abilities is like blocking their breathing. The same power-dampening tech or anti-magic that weakens others will kill them within hours.
What happens if they are captured? Do they desperately explain that the standard protocol isn’t going to work, and promise to obey without it? Are they sedated? Restrained more tightly in other ways? More importantly, are they even believed?
And if the dampener is activated, how long does it take their captors to realize that the whumpee wasn’t lying?
Magic user Whumpee in a team full of people who know absolutely nothing about magic at all.
The first time they’re vulnerable enough to wear clothes that don’t cover all of their skin, they’re worried of how the team will react to the magic markings on their skin, but nobody seems particularly bothered.
In fact, they all think it’s super cool. All of them think magic is invaluable, after all, and can’t imagine why Whumpee would cover up the markings it causes.
They ask a few questions here and there (after all they’ve never heard of magic doing that before) and Whumpee gives vague answers that are enough to satiate their curiosity.
Some time after a strenuous mission, Whumpee panics about the markings spreading. The team assume Whumpee is insecure about how they look, so comfort them by saying how much they love the markings.
Whumpee starts to cover up less, however this leads to disaster when the team encounter a fellow spellcaster and Whumpee doesn’t have a cloak or anything to hand.
To the team’s surprise, the spellcaster is horrified because oh my god what the hell happened to Whumpee?? Are they ok??? How the hell are they alive????
That day, the team find out that magical markings aren’t, in fact, normal, and are clear cut signs of magic actively harming the user. Whumpee had been covering them up because they didn’t want anyone to think they were weak.
This entire time, Whumpee had been actively rotting because of their magic, and the signs had been right there for all of the team to see. And they didn’t know any better.
a magic whump thing I'm obsessed w lately: powers malfunctioning so whumpee can't turn them off.
everywhere they go, they trail magic. people around them babble their secrets and truths compulsively. lightbulbs burst or candles light themselves. a friend asks what perfume whumpee's wearing because the scent of greenery and ozone lingers in the air around them. they're holding themself back as much as they can, stopping the people around them from catching the brunt of it, but flowers grow under their feet and there's no keeping their powers a secret, not now.
they're exhausted—they aren't meant to function this way, with their magic a parasite eating away at their energy, a wild beast bucking inside their chest. even as their friends react with delight as beautiful things bloom in whumpee's wake, whumpee can feel something worse on the way with each new surge of magic that wells up from within them
A possessed whumpee that is moving without preservation towards their life, becoming stronger than their muscles can handle, running longer than their legs can carry them, shifting and twitching erratically. Caretaker knows if they free whumpee from their possession, agony will await them.
extremely good trope: injured character sees their own blood on someone else who's otherwise unscathed and gives a concerned "are you hurt?" double points if they're so injured they're barely lucid
The Whumpee was locked somewhere by their own people, for their own good or for a good reason.
Maybe they are in quarantine, or in isolation, or in the brig for a minor thing.
It was meant to be temporary, or for there to be people checking on them and taking care of them.
But then something happens. Whumpee's people are under attack, there is a natural disaster, some glitch put everyone in lockdown, or just anything bigger is happening and keeping everyone away from Whumpee.
As a result, Whumpee is left alone, where they are locked up.
Maybe Whumpee was delirious or possessed or is amnesic, and now wakes up alone and confused, with no one answering.
Maybe Whumpee knows that something is happening and fears the worst for their friends.
Maybe they are unaware that the others have a good reason to be kept out, and so Whumpee thinks they have been abandoned or are being punished.
Maybe it lasts more than a few hours and Whumpee has to find water or starts feeling hungry. Or feels too hot or too cold if there is something up with the place they are locked in.
Maybe it's pitch dark or way too bright. Too silent, or maybe there is an alarm ringing nonstop.
Maybe the Whumpee was hurt and needs more medical attention, or their painkillers.
Maybe Whumpee is starting to go stir crazy.
Your character has been in a coma for three weeks and just woke up, said something profound, recognised everyone in the room, and will be walking by next chapter. i love you. i respect your commitment to the plot. but i need you to sit down because we have to talk about what the human body actually does when it's been unconscious for three weeks.
⊹ Waking from a coma is not waking up. it is a gradual, nonlinear process that can take days or weeks. there's no moment where the eyes open and the person is back. there are stages: responses to pain, then to voice, then to commands, then inconsistent awareness, then windows of consciousness that come and go. Your character might recognise someone they love and then have no memory of it an hour later. the people waiting at the bedside have to live in that uncertainty for a very long time.
⊹ Muscle atrophy is immediate and significant. after one week of immobility, you lose a measurable percentage of muscle mass. after three weeks? your character cannot sit up unaided. they cannot stand. their legs do not work the way they used to and getting them to work again involves weeks of painful physiotherapy. They will not be walking to the window to look meaningfully at the sky. They will be trying to hold a cup without dropping it.
⊹ Cognitive effects are real and unpredictable. memory gaps. difficulty concentrating. words disappearing mid-sentence. personality changes that might be temporary or might not be. your character waking up is the beginning of finding out who they are now, which parts came back intact and which parts are different in ways that can't be fixed by time or willpower. The person who walked in is not quite the same person who wakes up.
⊹ The psychological experience of the people who were waiting is also almost never written properly. you visited someone unconscious every day for three weeks and talked to them and held their hand and made decisions about their care and lived in a sustained state of grief and hope at the same time. and then they wake up. and you're supposed to be relieved. and you are relieved. but you're also exhausted in a way nobody is acknowledging, and slightly angry in a way you can't justify, and you've changed too while they were gone. the reunion is complicated. Write the complicated.
⊹ What the coma patient experiences, if anything, is genuinely unknown. some people report nothing. some report vivid dream-like states they can't distinguish from memory. some report hearing voices around them, including things said at the bedside that were never meant for them. Your character might have three weeks of false memories they believe are real. They might have heard something they weren't supposed to hear. they woke up knowing something about the people in that room that those people don't know they know.
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Shield Fall by Kras Nebula @scrawlingmouse
Between Darkness and the Void by John M. Campbell
Subject 371 (Homo Sapien) by Scarlett Skyes
Plutchik’s Wheel of Emotions, As Interpreted by An Ex-Space space station, by Yasmeen Ambro
The Specimen by Dr. Suvajeet Duttagupta
A Lesson in Cooperation by Marti @galaxywhump
Thunderstorm by Marti @galaxywhump
The Gamble by Nox Spacey @not-a-space-alien
In the Event of Total Annihilation, Please Take Some Calming Breaths by Scarlett Skyes
Flesh and Bone, Wires and Steel by LadyWallace @lady-wallace
Test Mission by Moss @mossteriouslydrawn
Shine Bright For Us by Scarlett Skyes
Courier by Nate Jaros
Adrift Among a Quiet Sea of Stars by Lorelai Deasy
World Eaters’ Return by Booker G.A. Feniks @up-in-flames-writing
To Take an Order (to take a life) by Scarlett Skyes
Microbial High by Sarina Dorie
It Can Still Play Card Games by Nox Spacey @not-a-space-alien
Last Night by Zi Trone @whumpshaped
Sneezes and Space Pirates by E.J. LeRoy
Celestial by C.L. Urbana @pigeonwhumps
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Martian Wallpaper by Wen Wen Yang
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Specter by Aiden E. Messer @aidenemesser
The Great Red Frontier by Asidian Morris @asidian
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When a character is revealed to be nonhuman, or a villain/living weapon while wounded, and the discovering character seems like they're about to point out the obvious in a horrified tone, only to go
"They're.... hurt."
Like yassss characters not caring at all about their friend's true identity. They only care that someone is need of help
Whumpee who loved books so much, their family buried them with the one they were reading when the car crash killed them.
Whumpee who, after being raised by the dead by Whumper, brings their book with them again, and is devastated to realize they don't remember how to read.
#329
content: came back wrong, necromancy, grief, emotional whump
Whumpee was confused.
They didn't remember how they'd gotten into a coffin, why they had been buried, I mean, I'm feeling fine, why would anyone think I was dead?
There was a book in their hands as magic lifted them out of their final resting place, gently setting them on top of the freshly dug soil. There was a stranger there, Whumpee assumed the source of the magic. They looked harsh and strict, and Whumpee could only imagine what a person doing magic in the middle of the night in a cemetery would be like.
"Am I dead?" Whumpee asked, still clutching the book they'd been buried with.
"Yes," the stranger replied. "And you'll stay dead unless I perform some more rituals. But for now, you can move around as though you're alive."
"What… What killed me?"
"Car crash. Drunk driver."
"Oh."
"Come," the stranger said, and Whumpee felt a pull to obey. "We've much to do."
"What's your name?" they asked as they got up to follow them.
"Whumper."
"Why did you bring me back?"
"I have a use for you. And I needed someone recently deceased — it's not personal."
Whumpee looked down at the book in their hands. Their memories were fuzzy, but they could feel a sort of sentimentality as they stared down at it. It must've been dear to them, back when they were alive. So dear that their family decided to bury them with it.
But as they stared at the cover, they were realising something absolutely devastating. The letters didn't make sense. They tried to read the title, and it was like they were trying to decipher ancient symbols. They couldn't read it.
"Keep up," Whumper said, and Whumpee snapped back to attention.
"Sorry!" they said, quickly catching up with the necromancer. "Can I— Can I see my family?"
"No."
"But—"
"You have that book as a memory. Let that be enough."
"I…" They looked down at it again, but the letters made little more sense than seconds ago. "I can't read it."
Whumper stopped and turned around. "You don't remember how to read?" Whumpee shook their head. "Curious. We'll have to see what else you don't remember. You remember your name, don't you?"
"Yes, that I remember. But the letters… I can't read them. Can you read me the title?"
"Later," Whumper said, turning back around and resuming walking. Whumpee hurried to keep up with them. "For now, forget about the book. It's a relic of a life you don't have anymore."
Whumpee wanted to weep. But Whumper was right. They had no right even standing here, they were supposed to be dead. But still, it just… It felt so… They were sad about it. What else did they not remember? They tried to recall the faces of family members, ending up with mushy memories and fragments of voices. They tried to recall friends, and they ended up with even less. They couldn't remember a lot.
Still, they cradled the book close to their chest. Maybe Whumper would teach them how to read again.
content: nonhuman whumper, mer whumper, lady whumper, monster whumper, drowning, noncon kissing (sort of lol), biting, chewing, gnawing, whumpee with a death wish because why would you ever go cave diving, nitrogen narcosis and stuff, i don't know man
Whumpee loved cave diving. They loved the challenging caves, the ones with death tolls, and they went into every single dive with the knowledge that they could meet Lady Death down there.
They were expecting that. What they weren't expecting was to hear some sort of eerily beautiful sound after a successful expedition.
They still had oxygen in their tank. They could go a little deeper. Just a little, just to check out the source of the… singing? They were feeling quite overconfident, especially after having been able to dive and get through some of the most technical tunnels, so they swam deeper. And deeper. And deeper.
The song was luring them in.
At some point, they began to lose track of where their confidence ended and the magical pull began.
At last, they saw her. Lady Death, if they had to describe her. She was beautiful and terrifying, her song reverberating inside Whumpee's chest, with an iridescent tail of a fish and the upper body of a woman so beautiful that they wouldn't have been able to compare it to earthly beauty. They swam even closer, slowly, ignoring the fact their oxygen was running out. They had to get closer. They had to see. And hear. And experience.
She extended a hand, and Whumpee swam closer, taking a hold of it. As soon as they touched, her song ceased, and Whumpee suddenly saw her as she really was.
She had rows of sharp teeth in a mouth that was opened wider than her jaw should've allowed. Her skin was covered in scales and full of blisters, her hair that seemed luscious and gorgeous a moment ago turned to seaweed. Whumpee tried to get away from the monster. She pulled them in closer.
She dragged them further down, and Whumpee tried to free themself from her grasp. Nothing was working. She was stronger than she looked, and her strong tail propelled them down down down until the surface was a distant dream. Whumpee was going to run out of oxygen.
Before that could've happened, they reached the ocean floor. The thing opened her mouth and bit into their arm, and Whumpee screamed. Water flowed into their diving suit from where her teeth had punctured it. She bit down again, in another spot, and it seemed like she wasn't actually interested in eating them, she was more like a dog with a chew toy.
The pressure was killing them. They were losing blood. Water was filling their nostrils.
Stop. Stop. Please. Stop.
The thing kept them pinned to the sand, biting and chewing and gnawing and playing with them. Their oxygen ran out. They were slowly suffocating. They didn't have more than about two minutes — but that was a best case scenario. They wouldn't be able to hold their breath that long when the thing was constantly chewing on them, making them scream and lose oxygen.
The edges of their vision was blurring. They inhaled water.
This was it.
They closed their eyes, squeezed them shut, and waited for Lady Death.
Then, they felt someone rip the scuba set out of their mouth and… kiss them? It was more an aggressive bite on the mouth, if they were being honest. It was definitely mouth-to-mouth, and they felt their lungs will with oxygen. When they opened their eyes, they were face-to-face with the thing, and she was staring right into their eyes as she somehow breathed oxygen into them.
Then she drew back, and they were drowning again. They tried to hold their breath, and the thing dragged them away from the ocean floor, into what seemed like an underwater cave, much like the ones they'd explored on previous dives. Every time they would start to pass out, she would kiss them and give them oxygen. That was how they reached the inside of the cave, where there was a pocket of air Whumpee could access and breathe in. The thing had saved them.
For what purpose, and for how long, they did not know.
Mermaid whumpee rescued from a fishing ship by pirates for mermay?
#330
content: nonhuman whumpee, mer whumpee, dehumanisation, lady whumper, emeto, drowning, rescue, implied death, implied murder, restraints
"Ay, Captain," Caretaker called, eyes wide and something akin to panic rising in their chest. They had no fear in their heart when they cut down the crew on the fishing ship, but now, staring at the strange creature bound and left in a big barrel of water, they felt uneasy. "Captain!"
"Coming," came the gruff voice of Captain, but when she arrived and took in the sight before her, she also stopped dead in her tracks. "What's that?" she asked, furrowing her brows. "That's no man."
"I thought it was, before I saw the… fins."
The creature was looking between them, eyes darting from Caretaker to Captain. It didn't look like it understood the conversation, but then again, how could it? It was, by all means, a mermaid. A strange being only known from stories of pirates and fishermen gone mad out at sea, or drunk in a pub, telling what they'd assumed were otherworldly creatures. Caretaker never thought much of those stories. Neither did Captain, from the look on her face.
"Well," she started, clearing her throat. "That's a nicer catch than the fish and the money on this ship. I'll call some people to bring the barrel over to our ship."
"No," Caretaker said immediately. "It's not right. It should be released."
"Release a mermaid? Do you have any idea what sort of money we can get for this at shore?"
"I know. I know. I just— Look at it. It wouldn't be right."
Captain gave them a lop-sided grin. "You've just participated in the slaughtering of an entire crew. And now you're worried about an animal?"
"But it's not an animal— I don't think so, at least. It looks scared."
Captain put a hand on their shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "You think too much, Caretaker. It's just an animal. An exotic one at that. We'll get our money, and you'll feel a lot better about it then."
Caretaker still couldn't take their eyes off of the creature. There was no way they would be able to sell it. "Aye, Captain," they said anyway, the plan forming in their head as they spoke the words. Tonight, once most of the crew went to sleep, they would release the mermaid.
—
Caretaker tried to sneak out of their room as quietly as possible. They made their way up onto the deck, where the mermaid was kept in the same barrel, still tied up. They took their dagger and approached it, and it opened its mouth in a silent plea. Thank the heavens it wasn't able to create a sound out of the water.
"I'm gonna help you," they whispered. "Just be still."
The mermaid didn't understand them, and it refused to be still. It was a good thing Caretaker was stronger, wrenching its bound hands into a position where they could cut the ropes digging into its flesh. Now it seemed to understand what Caretaker was doing.
"You don't belong on a ship," they whispered. "Come on, cling to me and I'll throw you overboard, so you can live your life."
They slipped both arms under the mermaid's, lifting it out of the barrel that was much too tiny for it. The mermaid caught on, wrapping its arms around Caretaker's neck to help carry its weight. Caretaker walked to the edge of the ship, to the railing keeping them from falling into the sea themself, and gathered all their strength to lift the mermaid over it. Then they let go.
The splash was too loud.
"Anyone there?" the first mate called, and Caretaker tried to slip back into their room unnoticed. "Hey, where's the— Captain's gonna kill me," were the last words they heard before they closed their door and feigned sleeping. It did not work. As soon as Captain was up and she saw the empty barrel where the mermaid should've been, she did not go for the first mate, oh no; she threw open Caretaker's cabin door and stared them down like a shark, thirsty for blood.
"You," she said, and there was so much vitriol in her voice that Caretaker thought they'd pass away just hearing it. "You set the mermaid free."
There was no point in denying it.
"I did," they said quietly.
"Well, I think it's only fair you'd go look for it and bring it back." She walked up to their bed and grabbed them by the arm, dragging them out onto deck. The commotion woke up others as well, and a small group was gathering up there to see what it was all about. Captain shoved Caretaker towards the plank — something reserved for others and the rebellious — and Caretaker knew there was no way to avoid it. "If you find the mermaid and bring it back, we'll let you back up on the ship."
"Captain, please—"
"Go on. Bring me back my bounty."
Caretaker stepped onto the plank. It was slippery and wobbly. They took a couple steps, unsteady, with the waves crashing against the ship and threatening to knock them off before they reached the end.
"Jump," came the captain's cold voice.
Caretaker closed their eyes for a moment, praying that their death in the cold ocean would be quick. Then they jumped.
—
They woke up with water in their lungs, and their first instinct was to cough it up. They turned onto their side and retched, throwing up salt water. They were… lying in sand. On shore. They had no idea how they'd wound up on shore, given they were in the middle of the ocean… hours ago? Days ago? How much time had passed?
A noise drew their attention to the ocean, and there they spotted it. The mermaid. The same mermaid they'd set free.
"Did you save me?" they asked, then coughed again. Of course, the mermaid understood none of it.
But it offered them a fish. Raw. Dead. It was trying its best to take care of them, and Caretaker's cold, dead heart, a heart that didn't tremble at the killing of innocent traders, thawed just a bit.
"Thank you," they said as they took the fish. They had no idea where they were, but they had an ally.
A friend.
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