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I write mostly whump-y type prompts and scenarios at the moment. I prefer my angst with happier endings though. Most of my characters use they/them pronouns, but I will try to specify in the beginning of the story/prompt if that changes.
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Edit: Oh. And also, fuck AI. Especially generative stuff, but honestly all of it can go atp.
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They've been through this before, it's not an unusual occurrence. Whumpee and Caretaker have been sitting on the bathroom floor for the past hour, with Whumpee curled in Caretaker's arms. Caretaker is rubbing their back with a soft motion, praying that they won't go through another round of vomiting/pain/panic attack/whatever.
Suddenly they feel Whumpee's breath hitch and their shoulders shake. They frantically move Whumpee's face from their chest, searching for any sign of suffering, and they're met with red-rimmed, wet eyes.
"Hey, hey... What's wrong? Talk to me, come on... Do you feel worse?"
Whumpee can barely get air into their lungs as they let their tears fall freely. They shake their head, squeeze their eyes shut and bury themself back under Caretaker's chin.
They're exhausted, in pain, cold and so damn useless.
whumpee who has adjusted since their whump and they aren't doing too bad, considering everything. they have friends who maybe don't even know about anything they've had to go through.
but then an accident causes them to lose their memory, regressing into the time when they were with whumper. they dont remember any of the "new" life they had built up. their old habits terrify their friends/caretaker.
"are you sure i can do this? you know what whumper will do if they find out.."
"are you friends with whumper? please, let me see him, I don't want him to get angry again."
(bonus points if they end up going into detail of what whumper had done, and the friends had no idea about it and are now horrified, on top of having to help whumpee realise that all of this is over now)
(or the good old trope of whumpee thinking caretaker is the new whumper)
enemies to lovers but its not "who did this to you?" but its "I did this to you" bc damn in the moment it felt necessary but the cuts weren't supposed to be that deep. the lashes should have faded by now, right? why are they still limping? make your characters self reflect. burden them with guilt and regret :) imagine laying in bed with the person you grew to love, only for them to roll over in their sleep and for you to see the nettled scars you inflicted on them
Did you know that you're not supposed to pet birds under their wings, or they might believe you're mates?
Anyway. Winged Whumpee who VASTLY overestimates their relationship with ace+aro caretaker.
#372
content: nonhuman whumpee, winged whumpee, avian whumpee, rocky recovery, recovery fic, emotional whump, past trauma, bad caretaker because you really should've looked up bird stuff before taking in whumpee
Whumpee was sitting on one of the chairs in the kitchen, swinging their legs back and forth, watching Caretaker prepare a meal of assorted seeds for them. Their wings were tightly tucked behind their back so they wouldn't bump into the back of the chair, and they were quietly humming to themself. They felt happy. Who knew that right after the tragedy of having been kidnapped and kept in a zoo for months on end, the people who rescued them would place them in a home with someone who would become their mate?
Caretaker had never officially said it out loud, but did they need to? It was obvious from the way they gently scratched Whumpee under the wing, in their gentle touches, their soothing words. So Whumpee was happy.
"Here," Caretaker said with a smile, placing the seeds in front of them on the table.
"Thank you," Whumpee chirped, and they blushed a little at just how high-pitched their voice sounded. Caretaker could still embarrass them with such simple acts of kindness. As their mate, they really should've gotten used to it by now. "Will you eat with me?"
"Ah, no. I'm kinda in a rush. I just put together your food and now I'm off to work."
"Oh." Don't sound disappointed. Don't sound disappointed. Don't sound disappointed. "I see! Well, I hope you have a wonderful day. But our date tonight still stands, right?"
Caretaker furrowed their brows and let out an awkward little laugh. "Our date?"
"Yeah, in that take-out restaurant you keep mentioning. You told me you'd take me out?"
"I did, yeah, but it's not… It's not a date."
Whumpee blinked. But when mates went out on outings like that, they called that dates, didn't they? Maybe Caretaker was just uncomfortable with Whumpee being so direct. It'd make sense, given Caretaker was too shy to even call them their mate so far. "Oh. Right. Not a date. Just an outing."
"As friends," Caretaker added, kind of emphasising their point. Whumpee froze entirely.
"I don't understand," they said quietly, rejection blooming in their heart like a bush full of of thorns. "But we're mates, aren't we?"
"Whumpee— What? No. I don't— I'm not interested in you like that," they said gently. "I'm not interested in anyone like that. I'm ace."
"What's that mean?"
"Asexual, like, not interested in anyone sexually. And aromantic, not interested in anyone romantically. But especially not you."
Oh. Especially not them. "What do you mean…?"
"You're traumatised and vulnerable. I would never take advantage of that." Well, that made the previous statement a little better, but it still stung.
"It's not 'taking advantage' to court someone and then enter a relationship!" they insisted. They loved Caretaker. It not being reciprocated was shattering the tiny world they'd managed to rebuild.
"When have I ever courted you?" Caretaker asked, baffled.
"You do things only mates would do! Like petting me under the wing! And I let you, because I felt safe with you, and I wanted it too, and, and—"
"Oh." Caretaker rubbed the back of their neck awkwardly. "I think… I think there's a misunderstanding here. I never thought of that as courting."
"But—"
"I don't know a lot about your culture, admittedly… I didn't know, okay? I didn't know that was like a romantic thing for you. Look, I really have to rush, we'll have this conversation after work, okay?"
"But—"
"Be good! I'll be back in a few hours!"
Whumpee watched them rush out of the apartment, and they were left there, all alone. They had been left alone plenty of times in the apartment, but this was the first time they really felt alone.
"Okay…" they mumbled to themself, pushing their plate of seeds away. They weren't hungry anymore.
Whumpee has only ever experienced sex as a painful, violent assault, so when they're hanging out with some friends and hear one of them tease someone they're gossiping about for apparently crying during sex, Whumpee is confused. Who wouldn't cry? It hurts. But when Whumpee says this to the group, suddenly they are the confused ones because "That's not normal Whumpee. What the fuck kinda sex have you been having?"
one the others is smirking, raising an eyebrow like they think it's a joke - like whumpee is doing some kinky stuff and playing innocent about it. but friend doesn't think that's it. whumpee's face isn't full of mischief or innuendo. they just look... uncomfortable and confused. it hurts, they'd said. about sex. sex hurts. who wouldn't cry?
like that was normal. like they had experience, and that experience involved pain. enough pain to cry.
"why are you looking at me like that?" whumpee asks. they seem embarrassed, like they regret saying anything. "does nobody talk about that part? we were talking about sex before, why are you... stop looking at me like that!"
"what do you mean it hurts?" friend asks. they wave the others quiet. they're not helping. if whumpee thinks they're being judged, this is just going to get worse. "do you mean like-"
"i mean every time i've had sex it's been painful and horrible and i've just gritted my teeth and got through it! and now you're all looking at me like i'm crazy, and it-"
"you're not crazy," friend says. they feel bad for interrupting, but whumpee was starting to breathe quick and shallow. "i just- we're worried. it's not- unless people talk about it first, and they want that, it's not supposed to hurt. if it hurts. you should talk to the person you're sleeping with so you can figure out how to make it better, so they can touch you how you want."
whumpee laughs. it's sudden and sharp. "how i want? that's not how it works. if it was about what i wanted, it wouldn't happen at all."
a cold chill of realization sweeps through the small group all at once.
consider: in interviews, whumpee likes to tell "funny" stories from when they were a child, or filming a movie, or whatever, but it's not actually funny and something quite bad in fact. but it's all whumpee knows, so they just think it's funny
This is genuinely one of my favourite tropes of all time so buckle up folks this post is gonna be a long one:
First we have the contents of the "funny" story. How quickly do people realise it's not actually funny at all?
Were the interviewer and Whumpee's co-stars laughing along at first, only for one too many questions to be asked, prompting Whumpee to drop the detail that suddenly turned it very very sinister.
Or was it obvious right off the bat that Whumpee's experiences were deeply fucked up? And now nobody's sure how to react, equally shocked by the story and how Whumpee seems to have no idea at all that it isn't normal.
Third option: it reads as a very normal story but has undertones of not being quite right. The verbal edition of a smile not quite reaching someone's eyes. Or on its own it's amusing, but if you do the research and slot it in with the context of the rest of Whumpee's life, it becomes very dark indeed.
Then we have the reactions of people in the room:
Interviewer realises immediately that what Whumpee is sharing is very personal and tries to redirect the conversation tactfully while trying to not Make It A Thing.
Interviewer realises they've stumbled on a story that's going to get them a huge amount of views and coverage, so they keep asking questions and exploiting Whumpee's vulnerable story (whether Whumpee recognises it as one or not) until Whumpee realises what they've said.
Whumpee's co-stars being shocked and saddened that their friend thinks this is just a normal, fun memory rather than something incredibly traumatic, and also wondering how on earth they never noticed this about Whumpee before.
Whumpee's co-star cutting them off before they can say too much because they know Whumpee has a habit of brushing off traumatic and personal things as casual and they don't want Whumpee to reveal something personal that they might regret later.
Silent, hesitant looks between the camera crew. "Should we keep recording this? This feels personal."
Immediately acknowledging that "Hey, this is super fucked up. You know that, right? It's important to me that you know that."
Or waiting until the interview is over and pulling Whumpee aside. "You know, if you ever need to talk, I'm here, alright?" and Whumpee smiles, confused, because they still think it's fine.
Then what happens after the interview:
Was it live? How much of it can be cropped out to preserve Whumpee's privacy if they realise they actually don't want that story out there?
People on the internet start talking about it immediately. Some of them find it funny, others think Whumpee is lying, some recognise the story for what it really is: absolutely horrifying.
Either Whumpee or someone close to Whumpee who was present for the interview asks for it not to be aired, and now the interviewing team have excellent leverage over Whumpee if they ever wanted to blackmail them in the future.
Whumpee gets taken aside by someone on their team and asked if they're okay. Do they want therapy? Do they need help of any kind? Are they safe now? And Whumpee has no idea what they mean until it's explained that "What you said was really... not good."
Another thing I really like with this is when Whumpee is just given a reputation of "that one celebrity with absolutely insane lore." Everyone gets excited to hear the shit they have to say in interviews because it's awful but they tell it in such a way that it's brilliant, and there's so much of it that surely it can't all be true. The fans just hear the stories and forget that they're actual memories that someone has to live with.
People make compilations of Whumpee's wildest stories. "5 minutes of Whumpee saying unhinged shit in interviews". And then suddenly Whumpee has to deal with finding out that they are incredibly traumatised at the same time as seemingly the entire internet. There's no space for Whumpee to work through it privately, and if they try to take some time off, everyone is going to know why.
You’re a hideous, terrifying monster. One day, you meet an innocent little girl who isn’t afraid of you and treats you like anyone else. Day after day, you play together until you’re eventually separated. Many years later, you meet her again, but this time, she’s terrified of you.
Sports player Whumpee uses the hem of their shirt to wipe the sweat from their brow during a game, completely forgetting that their abdomen is absolutely littered with bruises. The cameras catch all the damage. The commentators aren't quite sure what to say. Whumpee drops their shirt and keeps playing.
You are a deity newly ascended. Your predecessor has perished, and their domain (now yours) is in shambles. Instead of repairing it first, you went down to the world and did the dirty practical work instead of the grandiose, aloof things other deities do.
You have to shove your whumpees to the ground on their stomach and yank their arms behind their back to tie their wrists before pulling them back to their knees with a harsh yank on their hair otherwise they're not getting proper enrichment
Yes absolutely! The most important part of the enrichment isn't the floor itself but rather the physical manhandling and degradation. If anything it's best to switch up what you're slamming them into regularly to keep things fresh and interesting for them. You don't want a bored whumpee on your hands after all!
