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I just love that simple moment when whumper puts their hand on whumpeeās jaw and turns their head to the side to inspect a bruise/wound on the side of their face.
The possessiveness, the controlling, the pride in their work, itās just *chefs kiss*
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In other words, Im subjecting you to my stupid thoughts and you can't escape
- Ringmaster Whumper Ringmaster Whumper
- Whumpee acrobats who are held to high standards, possibly made to practice without a safety net
- Whumpee clown who's constantly been told they're no good for much else than a laugh. Bonus points if maybe they keep their makeup on all the time and panic when they get wet or it starts to come off. Or has been in makeup so long, they forget what they actually look like
- Whumper with highly trained and well cared for animals, and holds it over the heads of the other performers who never seem to be good enough
- Whumper who sabotages circus acts, causing performers to get seriously injured or putting the audience in danger
- Whumpee who is forced to join the circus for Any reason and whisked away from home
- Whumpee's who can't escape the circus no matter how hard they try because of dogs trained to hunt them down and catch them
- Whumper locking acrobats or contortionists into brutal stress positions to increase their flexibility
- Forced sword-swallowing š
- Whumpees who perform poorly during the week are made to do the most dangerous stunts (ie: being shot out of a cannon)
- A whumpee who takes care of the animals who finally snaps one day and sends them after whumper
If you have anything to add, as always, feel free too
- When Caretaker comes off as super intimidating, maybe they're muscular or carry themselves with a lot of authority, so it's a struggle to help whumpee feel safe.
- The classic pet whumpee thinking caretaker is new master and trying to do what they want and avoid punishments.
- Caretaker would never hurt whumpee, but they're very strong and/or whumpee is very weak, so they both know that it would be so easy if they did.
- Caretaker rescues whumpee from whumper, and maybe fights whumper or breaks through a wall or roughly grabs and carries whumpee, so when they get home and caretaker tries to help whumpee calm down, whumpee is terrified of them.
- Caretaker moves quietly or teleports and startles whumpee by suddenly appearing.
- Caretaker is part of a dangerous species, or has a reputation as a threat on their own, and whumpee recognizes them and is hesitant to trust them.
- Caretaker takes revenge on whumper, doing the same things to them that they did to whumpee, and whumpee sees this and is terrified at what caretaker is capable of.
- Caretaker is related to whumper or looks similar to them, and whumpee logically knows they're safe, but they still feel reminded of whumper.
- Caretaker has reflexes or instincts that could hurt whumpee, for example a trained fighter reflexively attacking people who startle them, or a vampire who needs blood and might unwillingly bite whumpee.
- Caretaker is part of a group that whumpee was conditioned to fear, maybe a revolutionary group or people against what whumper is doing. They have to show whumpee that they can be trusted, and slowly deprogram them.
- Caretaker curses frequently or talks loudly and it scares whumpee.
- Caretaker is possessed, and doesn't know whether the person possessing them can be trusted around whumpee. Maybe they get possessed unexpectedly and have to deal with the aftermath and whumpee being afraid of them again.
- Caretaker accidentally hurting whumpee, like accidentally hitting them with a gesture or walking into them without looking, and whumpee thinks it's intentional.
- Caretaker cursing or muttering insults in frustration at something random, and whumpee thinking it's directed at them. Maybe caretaker doesn't know why whumpee's attitude suddenly changed and is concerned for them, but whumpee interprets it as disappointment or anger.
The soft "oh" that comes from a caretaker after the whumpee does something extra pitiful - stumbles and has to cling to the wall with a shaking hand so tightly their knuckles turn white; makes the smallest, saddest sound after a bad coughing fit; lets out a few silent tears with their lips clamped tight together....oh, it's that bad, isn't it, baby?
a stoic / defiant whumpee who, no matter what messed up torture they were put through, never cried or begged for mercy. not once. they only completely broke down and bawled their eyes out when they were finally rescued and were first shown a glimpse of kindness from caretaker.
a stoic / defiant whumpee who curled up into a ball and cried and let themself be utterly vulnerable in caretakerās arms for the first time, after they had been strong for too long.
Very little hits the way taking off clothing for some sort of medical care or procedure hits, except possibly taking off clothing in advance of a fight.
hi angst ppl i know we r all big fans of the hidden injury trope but you know what i wanna see more ofāļøāļø the 'i told you i'm not feeling good but not to what extent so you assume it's fine and tell me to just keep pushing and i collapse' trope
so many ways u can take this . well meaning mentor just tryin to push their student. snippy rivalry to sudden concern when they fall over. frustrated teammate at the end of their rope snapping and feeling horribly guilty afterwards. UGH I LOVE IT theres so much u can do with it
It's B who's always been the party animal, not A. But they're friends, and B has way more other friends than A does, so where they go, A goes too.
"It'll be good for you," B told them before they set off, throwing an arm around their shoulders. "You need more friends who aren't me."
Maybe, grudgingly, A would agree. Still, they have no desire to spend their night in a stuffy apartment full of drunk people they've never met, either bored out of their mind or anxious out of their skin, depending.
But they're B's friend, so for the first twenty minutes of the party that's exactly what they do.
And for a while, it isn't too bad. The party isn't crazy loud - nobody's smashing windows or dancing on the kitchen table or getting into fistfights - but it's still too much for A to comfortably join in. They spend most of it quietly petting B's cat in the corner, bottled water in hand, giving quick smiles and at most a few words of greeting to whoever notices them. Just-enough smiles, 'I'm-not-a-creep-I-just-have-no-idea-how-to-talk-to-people' smiles. Most people don't talk to them at all, though, so there's no reason for anything more.
After a couple hours, in which A has slowly pried themselves from the corner and the cat and gets used to hovering near the closest snack table, things start getting hazy. The lights in the room are blurring a little, the outlines of people and objects smudging in between blinks - they've never needed glasses before, but this is what they'd imagine it feels like. If they'd been drinking anything other than their own bottled water, they would've worried somebody spiked their drink. They feel weird, and disoriented, and bad.
Worse, whatever this feeling is, it's come on too quickly for them to notice it happening.
After some time they find themselves seated back on the couch, though the cat is now nowhere in sight. Sounds are too loud, even the dim light is too bright, and above all they feel somehow removed from the rest of the room, floating somewhere far away with no roots in the world they're seeing. And they're sniffling. When did their nose start running?
Disjointed as they are, it takes them much too long a moment to realize someone is talking to them.
They turn their head slowly, alarmed at how dizzy it makes them. A face hovers close to theirs, eyebrows raised and expression questioning. They have to blink hard to make the features come into focus.
"I haven't seen much of you tonight," says this new person, a small smile playing on their lips. Flirtatious almost, it clicks into A's fuzzy brain.
"Oh," is all they can say.
"I don't think we've met."
A shakes their head, trying to clear it. "I'm A," they say.
They struggle to remember if they've ever spoken to this person before, but their brain seems to be blocked, leaving them unable to speak let alone think. "You're not B", they say eventually --realizing a second later what a stupid sounding thing to say that is.
But the figure next to them laughs. "Took you long enough to notice. I'm C. Have you had one too many?"
A swallows, their throat tight and scratchy. "I don't drink."
"Okay, I believe you," says C, sounding like they don't believe it at all. "Are you a friend of B's? We've been friends for ages, I'm surprised I've never met you before."
Whenever C moves, it's like a fuzzy halo of light around them shifts a moment after, following just a little too far behind. Their face is bright; it kind of hurts to look at them and it's kind of mesmerizing and A isn't sure what to do.
"Hey, A? Are you with me?"
A blinks, suddenly extraordinarily tired. The face in front of them is swaying and blurring and looks so very wrong...
"I'm fine," they mutter. "Just pretty tired. Long day."
C gives what looks like a sympathetic smile, but their eyebrows form a slight crease. "Are you ok? You're sweating."
"Am I?" They feel chilled if anything, damp and clammy.
With a slight smirk, C folds part of their sleeve over their hand and brushes the fabric across A's forehead. The sleeve melts into their skin. "There," they say, "all better."
But even as the words leave their mouth, their expression changes from playful to concerned, a frown sprouting up. To A's surprise, their hand stays where it was, resting on their temple, then flips over so their knuckles brush the skin on their forehead ever so gently. A can't stop looking at them, the outline of their face is glowing...
"Oh," they say softly, "you've got a fever."
It takes a second for them to process what's being said, because they feel like they're standing halfway inside a weird world where the edges of things melt together and voices are too long and minutes are too tall and surfaces sparkle like dew...and even when they do they have to shake their head, fighting to clear it first. "I...do I?" Does it matter?
There's a soft pressure on their face as C keeps their hand in place. "You feel like you do...why haven't you told anyone you're sick?"
"I'm - not - "
It's like they're looking at a photograph with the contrast turned way up - shadows are so dark they can hardly see the corners of the room anymore, and the lights are blinding. They try shaking their head again, but everything swoops around them like a rocking ship. Is that the earth turning?
C taps them on the shoulder, and then they're standing up and towering over A. "B has a guest room somewhere. Let's go find it, shall we?"
Before they know it they're being pulled to their feet, swaying as the ground swoops out from under them, and gripping the nearest steady thing - which turns out to be C's shoulder. They hadn't realized just how badly off they were until now, only upon standing to they feel how weak and wobbly their knees are, or how badly their back and legs and head ache, how heavy they feel.
They cling to C. The party blends and melts around them; shapes crumbling into one another, sounds too muffled and twisted to make out. It makes A so dizzy they're almost sick to their stomach, struggling to focus on anything that isn't moving.
As it turns out, that one steady thing is C's shoulder.
The rest of the journey is a blur, but the next thing they know they're somewhere much quieter and darker, and a pair of hands is guiding them to lie down on something soft, drawing a warm cover over them.
It takes their brain a moment to catch up. "Whose bed is this?" they mumble once it does.
"It's a guest room," says C's voice from somewhere close by. "B won't mind. I'll check with them later, but I'm sure it'll be fine."
To their horror, A feels tears prickle at the corners of their eyes. Even lying down in the warmth and the dark, they feel so miserable. "B doesn't care about me," they say. They aren't sure where this is coming from, but once it's out, it's out. "They - they left me. I haven't seen them all night. They don't want me here..."
C makes a soft, sympathetic sound. When A opens their eyes again they're sitting near them, one hand gently on their shoulder. "I'm sure B still cares a lot about you, they're just caught up with things right now. Once I tell them you're sick they'll be all over you trying to help, you just wait."
A sniffs. They can't deny C's good at sounding reassuring. "Everything hurts."
"I know. I'm sorry. I wonder what you've caught...if it came on so quickly it could be the flu...why don't I get you some water and a couple painkillers, that should help - "
"Wait, C -" A tries to sit up but right away collapse again in a cold sweat, head swimming. Their fingers find C's sleeve and grip it. "Please don't go yet. Just...just one more minute."
It feels like an hour that C pauses for, not moving. But then they sit down on the edge of the bed, one hand tentatively reaching up to stroke A's hair. "Okay. One more minute."
The shadows are still too dark, oppressive and threatening, while the light from the little lamp C turned on hurts their already sore eyes. But C's hand is gentle and soft, maybe cool and maybe warm but either way it's soothing on their skin.
A hardly knows them - at all - but curling up closer to that kind hand is easy. It's natural. So that's just what A does.
Hi caretakers. Here are some ways to soothe your whumpee when they're having a bad day.
Putting their favourite blanket in the dryer and heating it up for them.
Cuddling with them in a place where they feel safe. For some whumpees it might be in a dark room where it's just the two of you while for others it might be in at a gathering with a group of their closest friends.
Take them shopping and let them purchase a new stuffed animal or a fidget toy or something they love. If they've got sensory issues, give them some noise cancelling headphones to wear while you're there.
Practice positive affirmations with them. Tell them how good they're doing and what you love about them, get them to repeat it all back. If they can't do it then that's okay.
Running them a nice warm bath. If they like toys or things that they can fidget with, consider purchasing some bath bombs or a family of rubber ducks for them to play with. (Mine went with the rubber ducks and I use them all the time)
Meditate or do some breathing exercises with them! Sometimes my caretaker does this with his partner and it seems to help a lot.
Put on their favourite comfort movie and give them some snacks.
Just holding their hand and repeating reassurances that are relevant to them. (assuming they're okay with being touched. If not, just go with the latter)
Maybe they just need space. Maybe all you need to do is walk away and let them be sad for a day. It helps me sometimes.
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