Possibilities very depending on how the cold affects them + what type of muzzle
Drippy nose? On top of whatever Whumper’s doing, having to deal with the muzzle getting all gross
More clogged-up nose? Having to breath through mouth, which is especially harder if it’s a muzzle that keeps their jaw shut, so having to breath through their teeth. Plus! If their lips are sewed as well, then extra difficultly having to go through the gaps in their lips *and* teeth
Sneezing would suck
Dry and scratchy throat? Swollen and sore throat? Both at once? Well too bad, drinking enough water/broth/fluids in general is gonna be even more extra difficult cus if the muzzle
Plus also just being extra tired on top of all that
Maybe complainer in exchange for napkins, which they’ll need a lot of?
(Totally not because I caught a cold and am coping with it by going ‘hmmm. I could do this to Character >:3’)
Ohh, this is a good one, haven't thought of that before!
And it's so possible to happen (especially this time of the year, with the colder months). Just a simple thing like napkins and tissues, the ability to wipe their nose (bonus points for hands being tied so they can't even wipe it with their sleeves/hands), and this now being a huge issue.
It makes everything so much worse. As if wearing a muzzle wasn't dehumanizing enough, now they're being denied the basic decency of allowing to wipe your nose.
(Not me sneezing while writing this lol).
Sneezing would be so painful, especially with muzzles that also cut into their skin when they move wrong.
Whumpee loved talking about fandoms online before they were captured. When they finally got out and returned to a somewhat normal life, they tried to get back into everything they missed. They are excited to talk about it and share their thoughts!
"Ugh another of these posts? This thing has been dead for months just shut up"
"Yeah we know. Have you lived under a rock?"
"Oh my god wow, original post! Who hasn't seen this yet? Just search for these topics istg people are idiots"
I'm currently writing a fic with plenty of whump. My whumpee goes through hell every chapter. The suffering is the best part for me, but I also feel so bad for hurting him. He's the cutest being ever, yk. Usually I don't feel much sorry for my whumpees, but with this one, it's really painful (yet beautiful) to see him suffer at the same time... I don't know what to do, I'm torn...
TAT: "You look exhausted. You should get some rest." "I can't they need me." "They'll be fine for a couple of hours." "What if something happens?" "What's going to happen?" "I don’t know. I just feel like if something did... then that would be down to me. I just feel like with [A] gone, it's my responsibility to look out for them now, you know?" "Then for just one day let it be mine."
I don't know if you're still taking asks but I had a thing on my mind and I'd love to see it written. So hear me out, I'm thinking of a caretaker who had a really long bad day and so when they come home they unintentionally snap out on whumpee saying something about their condition or just victim-blaming them. So whumpee just leaves shocked and heart-broken, and now caretaker is just drowning in guilt and trying their best to apologize and fix the situation. Love your blog btw <3
Ahh thank you <33 I love getting asks (even when it takes me an ungodly amount of time to get to them)
continued here!
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Caretaker rubbed a hand down their face, looking at the newest in a series of anxious texts from Whumpee. Caretaker had been held up after work by a coworker that they really hadn’t wanted to deal with, and now the thought of having to calm Whumpee down too seemed to weigh them down more than anything. With a frustrated sigh, they turned their phone off without responding.
They were already getting home a lot later than they wanted to, and they could already feel how tired they would be in the morning. And it was starting to grate on their nerves, how every single thing they did had to be carefully measured to see if Whumpee was up for it, if it was what was best for Whumpee. It was like their life wasn’t their own anymore.
When they opened their door and stepped inside with more dread than relief, they were instantly met with Whumpee’s teary eyes. Of course.
Caretaker forced a smile that came out more like a grimace. “Hi, Whumpee."
"Where were you?” A small crease appeared between Whumpee’s eyebrows. “You were gone for so long and you didn’t answer… I-I thought that something had happened to you.”
“Nothing did, Whumpee. I’m fine.” Caretaker sidestepped them and walked into the kitchen, but Whumpee followed, hovering pitifully behind them.
“Why wouldn’t you answer?” They asked hesitantly, a tremor in their voice. Did they ever stop being pathetic? You'd think they’d get bored of it eventually. “You, you told me I could always talk to you, and when you didn’t respond I thought maybe Whumper had-” They cut off, voice breaking on Whumper's name. “I was so scared, Caretaker.”
“Yeah, well,” Caretaker gritted out, still walking away from Whumpee, who still trailed just behind them. “You shouldn’t have been.”
There was a beat of silence. “I know you were busy,” Whumpee started again, hesitantly. Caretaker took a long, deep breath. “But what I sent you really was important, and-and you didn’t answer. Did it—are you mad at me? Because of—”
“I didn’t read it, Whumpee!” Caretaker shoved away. “It’s not my job to give you constant reassurance. If you want to be coddled so badly you should go back to Whumper. I’m sure they’d never get tired of drying your tears.” They sighed angrily. “Maybe they’re the only one who can handle you.”
Silence hung thick between them, smothering the words, but not nearly soon enough. Caretaker wished they’d choked on them in their throat. Their heart plunged into their stomach as the silence settled. They thought they were going to be sick.
Then they looked back at Whumpee and somehow felt infinitely worse.
There were tears tracked down Whumpee’s cheeks, and their shoulders were scrunched up to their ears. They looked like they were desperately trying to hide. Their lips moved in a soundless “I’m sorry” over and over again, like they were afraid making any sound would bother Caretaker further.
Caretaker opened their mouth to say the thousand apologies that were building heavily in their chest, but before they could, Whumpee fled the apartment, leaving the door open behind them.
Cursing, they ran after them, but Whumpee was already gone.
Caretaker took a shaky breath and pulled out their phone. The texts they’d ignored earlier jeered up from the too-bright screen and blurred as their eyes pricked with tears. It had taken them weeks to get Whumpee to open up like that. Weeks of telling them they could feel comfortable, they could tell Caretaker anything. Whumpee was still so fragile, but they had been opening up. They had felt comfortable enough to tell Caretaker that they were scared, upset.
Caretaker sank to their knees and let out a sob.
They'd ruined everything.
With shaking hands they swiped the texts open, biting their lip when they saw a new one from Whumpee.
I’m sorry. I’ll stop.
Caretaker shook their head, even though they knew Whumpee couldn’t see them. They clutched the phone like it was their lifeline, tears falling onto the screen as they typed.
No, don’t.
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
Please, come home.
And with the apartment door still wide open, they waited for Whumpee to respond.
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Whumpee whose being held captive in somebody’s home finding comfort in a cat who hangs out by a window when whumper isn’t home. Whumper finds out about this and begins locking whumpee in a closet when they’re not there, taking even the smallest joy away from them
A whumper who uses a whumpee’s allergies or intolerences to certain foods or things as a means of torture.
“Oh, you’re lactose intolerant? Sorry, but it’s either fresh milk or rusty water today, [whumpee].”
A whumpee with coeliac disease being purposefully fed only food that is heavy in gluten, like bread or crackers.
A whumpee with an allergy to the fabric used to blindfold or gag them, so they have irritated and red skin from the reaction.
A whumpee who breaks out in painful hives or a swollen tongue as a reaction to nuts that whumper slipped into their rations, leaving whumpee hesitant about any of the food offered to them.
A whumpee with severe hay fever being chained up in a room filled with pollentating flowers.
A whumpee who suffers anaphalaxis from their allergies, and the whumper purposefully triggers a reaction to bring them to the brink of death before administering antihistimenes and adrenaline.
