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@egg-writes-whump
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Hiya! I’m Egg! He/they, minor. (yeah my pfp is an egg with a gun, just roll with it)
Any writing posts by me will be tagged Egg writes whump, any posts about my ocs will be tagged egg’s ocs. I make sure to trigger tag anything, but if there’s something I’ve missed, feel free to send me an ask! (Masterlist under cut)
the best part of caretakers is that they become whumpees if you make them caretaker for long enough
Was thinking about self-sacrifice today and I got to thinking about this concept:
So you have Whumpee A and Whumpee B, they're siblings or have some other close bond and are magic (or some kind of superhuman/nonhuman being). A is the more extroverted one with a whole host of friends and people who look up to them, B is more introverted who only really talks to A.
Now, say some force of evil comes along - a Whumper, or just some kind of end-of-the-world situation that threatens the lives of A's friends and followers and all these good people they've surrounded themself with. This force of evil CAN be stopped, but for a cost - the Whumpees must sacrifice themselves/give up their magic.
A, full of love for their friends and this noble need to be a hero, is more than willing to sacrifice themself/their magic. But there's one small problem. B isn't. B refuses to give up their life, their power for a group of people who have only ever cared about A. But this force of evil won't take only A's sacrifice to go away, it requires both of them.
cue argument between A and B.
Whumper making various statues of Whumpee before turning Whumpee into a statue so when the rescuers arrive they don't know which one's Whumpee
An issue with a lot of whump and injury writing guides is that they also tend to assume that the characters are always able-bodied but like.
It's been proven over and over again that people with chronic pain have higher tolerances for everyday pain, including things that would leave other people crying or screaming. When you experience dizziness, body aches, chills, etc as just your baseline, those things aren't a good indicator that you're injured or bleeding. Even mild concussions are very hard to notice when you have chronic headaches/migraines (speaking from experience).
And those are just the experiences of general chronic pain, not even more severe and debilitating conditions that can completely warp someone's relationship to their body and their brain's way of processing pain.
When you experience moderate or severe chronic pain and illness, it gets VERY difficult to recognize the difference between your baseline and something being weird. I know that for me personally, trying to identify when I'm sick or injured in a non-obvious way is hard because I already experience so many symptoms as part of my daily life.
If your character experiences chronic pain, they are going to struggle to recognize and respond appropriately to injuries, especially things that aren't very visual and obvious to other people (like concussions, bone fractures, internal bleeding, etc). They'll also likely conceal or underplay a lot of injuries because their sense of what makes something a big deal is completely warped by living a life in constant pain.
Seconding everything above. Earlier this month I had a cerebral angiogram(pro tip, don't look this up if you're squeamish) and after it my arm hurt pretty badly, but recovery was supposed to be painless aside from some minor soreness, so I assumed it was just my fibromyalgia acting up and tried to rest and give it time. However, the next day the pain was still horrible and so I gave up and went to the ER, where I was quickly informed I actually had a blood clot in my wrist artery, which is typically excruciatingly painful and, had it been worse, could have required another surgery or even potentially resulted in me losing my hand.
People with chronic pain/illness are tanks, we can put up with stuff like you wouldn't fucking believe. We're so used to being in pain/feeling like shit in general that telling the difference between our average symptoms and symptoms that mean something is actually wrong is a skill we'll spend our whole lives trying to learn, and on top of that we are unfortunately used to having our pain and other symptoms downplayed by everyone, so we will absolutely just sit on actual life threatening medical issues far longer than an abled person will—or even can.
If you want to write us accurately, or just add to your whump fuel(I understand, I love whump, there should be more whump that focuses accurately on disability and chronic illness) it's worth it to keep that in mind!
Disabled and chronically ill whump lover here reblogging to confirm all of the above. I once had a serious bladder and kidney infection that I literally didn’t know about until it became so painful I could hardly move. Apparently it had been building for weeks and just getting worse. My only symptoms were pelvic pain, back pain, and nausea. What do I deal with on a daily basis due to severe endometriosis? Yep, you guessed it. I had no clue I was seriously sick. It just didn’t occur to me.
There has also been the issue of me getting injured and downplaying it or not noticing it even because of how high my pain tolerance is.
So, yes to all of this.
A whumpee returns home bloody, bruised and probably about to pass out. Caretaker spots them and instead of panicking, just sighs and goes to grab the first aid kit.
"Didn't I tell you that if you're going to pick a fight with someone to at least win the fight?"
"I did. You should see the other guy."
thinking about Whumpees being hugged as a way to both comfort and restrain them when they have injuries that need to be treated (painfully)
Shapeshifter Whumper who pretends to be Whumpee and threatens Whumpee's team members, enough that they're wary around Whumpee but never speak up about the threats. Whumpee wondering why everyone looks so nervous around them.
Had a sudden vision of two people getting out of a battle or otherwise violent situation and instantly embracing/kissing each other (if they are kissing bonus points if its their first) and when they pull back being all giggly and excited to have survived only to suddenly realise one of them is injured. Badly.
A whumpee who (presumably after escaping whumper or just being missing for an extended period of time) gets home, greets everyone like they weren't ever gone, ignores their questions and just immediately goes to bed
Choose a whumpee; explain your choice.
Former noble/royal brought low by a rival clinging to power
Spy captured in enemy territory after their partner died for the cause
Alien or other nonhuman creature held in a research facility
Convicted criminal sentenced to lifelong personal enslavement
Whumpee was sat in the back of the car, staring blankly out the window. Youngest got into the back as well, and they watched as Teammate walked around and got into the passenger seat.
Leader and Teammate spoke to each other quietly, and then Leader started the car. The two continued to talk for the majority of the journey, but Youngest couldn’t really hear what they were saying.
They turned back to Whumpee. There was blood in their hair and on the shoulder of their jacket. Youngest couldn’t see it very well, but there was also a lot of blood on the right side of their face. They leaned across the middle seat and took Whumpee's hand.
They turned to look at them. There was something off about their eyes. They looked unfocused. Their pupils were the wrong size, as well. “…are you ok?” Whumpee didn’t answer at first, as if testing the question out and then trying to think of an answer. Eventually they shrugged. “I will be.”
TW for emeto!
Ok so one thing I don't see much (I think I've only seen it once or twice) is stress vomiting
Which I can assure you is a real thing because I do it
(at least, we're assuming that's what the problem is? It's only happened three times but the most recent two have been so similar I assume they're caused by the same thing, and I know the first one was stress)
Basically the way it's been the last two times was: I woke up earlier than usual feeling shitty
Like the first thing I did after getting up was throw up, either into the toilet or the bin
But then I'd feel fine after that so I assumed it was no big deal (but I still told my parents)
Only to throw up again 5 minutes later.
This process of me throwing up every 5 minutes would then repeat for the next 3 hours until they managed to stop and I could just take a 2 hour nap
(well I'm never really asleep because I'm still vaguely conscious? It's weird) And then after that I was just fine for the rest of the day.
The first time was different because I threw up once and then I was fine, but the second two times have followed the every 5 minutes thing.
but yeah make your whumpees throw up when stressed
if it's not fun for me it won't be fun for them
I want Caretakers who legitimately do care for their whumpees paired with whumpees who just fucking hate their caretakers for personal reasons.
Just Caretaker/Caretakers trying to make amends and care for their Whumpee/Whumpees but they are having none of it
"Does anywhere hurt?" "Shut the fuck up"
one thing I’ve seen people who aren’t in the whump community, or people who are in the whump community, tend to think is that whump is a trauma response only. and while whump can be a trauma response to some (completely valid), it doesn’t always have to be a trauma response to everyone who enjoys / finds comfort in whump. this is, in my opinion, one of the things a lot of people get wrong when it comes to whump. I mean I can see why people tend to think that. because having whump as one’s trauma response is absolutely valid and a lot of people have whump as their trauma response, although some people just enjoy whump and find comfort in whump for completely different reasons, and that is valid too.
This just randomly came to me but:
Whumpee having a really vivid fever dream that they were enemies with/against their team/caretaker
Either way, it's so vivid that when they wake up they believe it was real and instantly try to escape when they realise they're in their team's base.
So you can imagine their team/caretaker's panic when they find the feverish and bedbound Whumpee's bed empty
And even more so when they find Whumpee and Whumpee starts acting like they're enemies for seemingly no reason
A little possession snippet cause lunch break and brain coincided for once!
TW: Afterman of possession, with possession still mentioned/occuring.
Even before they were fully conscious, Whumpee felt the aches. The aches and stiffness enveloped their entire body, weighing them down, squeezing the breath from their lungs.
But that’s not sustainable. Regardless of the pain, they needed air.
The sharp breath only flared more pain in their ribs, down their spine and radiating through their throat. It all hurt.
“Whumpee? Are you awake?”
An accidental whine answered Caretaker’s question. Whumpee knew they should answer them, knew they should try to sit up, but it was too much. They just wanted to go back to sleep. They needed rest. Real rest, not the nothingness they drifted in and out of when It was sleeping. Or dormant. Or hiding - whatever It did when not piloting their body around.
“Please, Whumpee you need to drink this.”
Whumpee cracked their eye open, slowly glancing up to caretaker’s face from the cold concrete they were laying on. Too sore, hurt too much to move.
But they never did get what they wanted.
Biting their lip to keep in the pitiful whimpers, Whumpee slowly pressed up to a half sitting position. Caretaker was right there, guiding them up, supporting their sides and slowly guiding them to sit against the wall. Whumpee was dizzy for just a moment, and when they finally got their berings, a single look at Caretaker’s bruised face made their heart drop.
“C-Caretaker? Did I do that?”
Caretaker swallowed. “It’s not your fault. I was… insubordinate.”
A shiver went up Whumpee’s spine, collecting in the base of their skull and jaw. It was listening. It wasn’t repentant.
“I think It’s still here,” whumpee whispered, as if that would do any good. The presence was seared into their mind, peering into their memories and influencing their thoughts. It felt behind them, watching over their shoulder, even with their back propped up against the wall.
Caretaker only nodded, lifting up the cup referenced earlier. “Here. We put this together. It should help get some of your strength back.”
Whumpee nodded, carefully holding it with both hands and taking a sip. They barely tasted it. The thought to refuse was so brief it saddened them. But even if they did try It would just regain control and make them.
They couldn’t force themself to make eye contact with Caretaker, but they could feel their companion’s eyes. Their gentle concern was so blatant it radiated from them. Whumpee felt as if they didn’t deserve it, couldn’t accept it. Caretaker rested their hand on Whumpee’s knee, thumb gently rubbing on some small patch of unbruised skin.
The softness was killing them.
Whumpee’s voice broke as they reached out, but Caretaker understood. They moved to sit with Whumpee against the wall, cradling their head to Caretaker’s shoulder and arm secured around them. There, safe and comforted, Whumpee broke completely into sobs. They wanted out, they wanted to go home. They wanted their body back - their life back.
“I know,” Caretaker shushed softly, carding their fingers through Whumpee’s hair. “I know.”
