#magicwhump

[denversmanydeaths]

More Whump-shots!!

“Careful, careful,” Medic said as the team gathered around Whumpee. She spoke for everyone's sake. Whumpee was a ticking time bomb, set to explode at any given moment. They all wanted to be sure that the fuse went out before he could go up in flames.

Teammate One and Teammate Two positioned themselves on either end of Whumpee, Teammate One locking his arms under Whumpee's shoulders to keep his arms away from the gash on his torso. Teammate Two grabbed his ankles, holding them still. The good thing was that Whumpee, alone, wasn't very strong. His abilities, on the other hand…

Team Leader positioned himself at Whumpee's side, looking into panicked eyes with calm authority. He didn't speak, simply looking up at Medic and giving a nod. She began lifting Whumpee's shirt, exposing the deep cut across his ribs.

Whumpee thrashed. Slightly.

Medic glanced at Team Leader, giving him a harsh expression before grabbing a bowl with soapy water in it. She didn't look at Whumpee's face as she soaked a cloth in it and then began to press the cloth on the wound.

Whumpee threw his head back, eyes wide as his vision blurred. He could feel it building within himself. Strong. Powerful. An escape. His breathing grew quick and labored, and he fought against the hands that held him.

“Hey. No,” Team Leader finally spoke. Grabbing Whumpee's jaw, he angled his face towards his own, looking into Whumpee's eyes. “We're going to stay calm, yeah? Just breathe. I know this isn't pleasant, but you've gotta relax.”

Whumpee felt the cloth dip under the skin and into the wound, and he closed his eyes as he gagged. Shit. He was gonna be sick. He could feel the flames licking the inside of his chest, wrapping around his heart, making it beat beautifully fast. The pain faded for a moment. If only it would last…

“Hey.” Team Leader grabbed him again, still looking at him with that strong, stern gaze. “Look here. Just breathe. Look at my face. Breathe, okay? Just breathe.”

But Whumpee could feel something being stuffed into the wound on his ribs, fabric being packed into a space where it didn't belong. He began to thrash more vigorously, choking on his own voice as he tried to speak. “Stop–”

“I know,” Team Leader said. “I know. Just keep looking at me.” He watched as Whumpee's eyes filled with tears, heard Medic mumbling to herself about the procedure. Teammate One and Teammate Two held onto Whumpee tightly, not letting him get away as he thrashed and fought.

Medic packed more gauze into the wound, and Whumpee let out a sound so agonizingly quiet that it was almost worse than a scream. It was worse.

Then Team Leader saw it. The way Whumpee's eyes went white, the way his expression turned blank–almost blissful. It was happening. “Medic. Do you have any sedatives? Anything at all?” She shook her head. Team Leader should've guessed that. They wouldn't put him through this while he was awake unless they had to. So, Team Leader did the one thing he didn't want to do.

Whumpee snapped out of it for a split second, eyes darting to Team Leader as he reached for the all-too-familiar object placed on the table. “No,” Whumpee said, voice wavering. “N-no, I can… I can co-control it. I can. Please, I can…” He stammered on as Team Leader lifted his upper body, moving Whumpee's head to bury his face in Team Leader's shoulder. Whumpee sobbed silently, trying to pull away, but he was too weak and in too much pain. “Ple-ease. I… I can c-control it… I can…”

“Shh… It's okay. Just take a breath for me.”

But Whumpee just shook his head, feeling the fire rise within him.

Team Leader sighed when Whumpee didn't comply and thought a silent apology as he pressed the taser into Whumpee's back.

His muscles seized, lighting striking through Whumpee's already injured body as the electricity ran its course. When Team Leader pulled the taser away, Whumpee was out.

Protection, he tried to tell himself. It's to keep everyone safe.

Teammate Two released Whumpee's ankles, taking a step back. Teammate One watched Whumpee lie there limply.

Team Leader stared at Whumpee's almost lifeless form for a few moments. He hated himself for having to do that, but if he hadn't, each of them–including Whumpee–would be hurt. Badly. And Whumpee couldn't control it. They all knew that.

Team Leader began to leave the room, stopping at the door. “Order more sedatives,” he said to Medic, but he didn't look at her. Then he walked out.

[jowitamirek]

Hi! :) I think this is pretty much my first post on here, srry if it's awkward. I was looking for some writing tips on depicting drug/magic-induced hallucinations??? In short, my whumpee oc will be under the effects of the magical pollen of a plant called Dreamweaver. However, his companion, caretaker™, isn't affected in the same way since he isn't magical, unlike whumpee. So, I find myself having to write a whole sequence where Whumpee hallucinates about his past, and some repressed memories make an appearence in unexpected ways. He runs away, fleeing from something that isn't there, getting lost and forcing Caretaker to search for him. When he finally finds him, he manages to calm him down, and the hallucinations become less aggressive or frightening, turning more neutral or even pleasant, as Caretaker takes him back home and eventually pulls some kind of antidote out of his ass or somethin. From here on out, it would mostly be shameless teeth-rotting fluff, because I can, and because I think a somewhat disoriented and relaxed whumpee (AKA filterless blorbo) is quite endearing.

I'm having trouble writing the hallucinations, though. His trauma is related to a fire that took his mother and several other people, so I imagined he could see fire and smell the smoke, even feel himself burning alive, while hearing the heartbreaking screams of his loved ones and running through the woods following their voices, thinking that this time he could save them. This is pretty solid, but I wanted it to be a bit more chaotic and surreal, and include more sensations beyond the usual five senses—you know, a fucking mess. Similarly, I'm struggling to imagine what the calmer, more pleasant hallucinations afterward might be like. I'm having trouble thinking of such an experience being enjoyable. I'd be glad to hear y'all's suggestions! Ty! <3 =)))