Whumpee who cries out in fear in a dream = good, good
Whumpee who apologizes in a dream = Even better
Think about it for a moment. Whumpee asleep beside Caretaker, perhaps in the same bed. Caretaker wakes to the sound of some kind of dry, hiccoughing sobbing. They turn towards Whumpee and find them trapped in a restless sleep, face pale and contorted.
“…’m sorry,…” Whumpee slurs, sleep sticking to their voice.
And who are they apologizing to?
Whumper? “I’m sorry, don’t hurt me, I’ll be better?”
Or Caretaker? “I’m sorry, don’t leave me, I’m worth saving?”
I just had the idea of a magic whumpee getting drugged, but with a twist.
They drug has them confused, exhausted and delirious. But here’s the thing, the whumpee has to actively stop their magic from leaking out and hurting someone, even if that someone is the whumper. The whumper tries to use the opportunity to snatch whumpee only to be thrown back by a wave of magic finally ripping free from the delirious and scared whumpee, unable to hold it back any longer.
Bonus points if the caretaker is the only one that can talk them down
A Whumper who uses a spell to force Whumpee to relive a past trauma.
Whumpee having a panic attack as they're witnessing the trauma once more while Caretaker tries to help them.
BONUS: Whumpee never told anyone, not even Caretaker, about their trauma, so them freaking out confused and scared Caretaker because they had no idea what was going on with Whumpee.
a whumper tormenting a tied up whumpee and his healer caretaker. Caretaker can magically resurrect Whumpee from the dead...and Whumper knows this. "How many times can you do that?" Whumper asks, before running their sword through Whumpee for the third time.
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“Help me.”
| Failed Escape | On the Run | Fetal Position |
“It didn’t have to be this way.”
| Scream | Double Cross | Made to Watch |
Let's be honest. We all love a good "Turned to stone" or "Turned to ice" curse right?
The angst of a caretaker finding a whumpee like that is just *Chef's Kiss* so good.
But we're really snoozing on the aftermath. of what happens to poor Whumpee when the curse is broken.
Seriously;
Atrophy or weakness of the muscles.
Gravel Rash everywhere. (for the stone curse)
Frostbite EVERYWHERE (for an Ice curse)
frequently recurring chills (both, Stone is still cold y'all.)
incredible disorientation or dizziness.
coming out of the statue starved and dehydrated.
Whumpee collapses into Caretaker's arms the minute the curse is broken.
Coughing up particles of whatever they were encased in.
Whumpee is desperate for the Caretaker not to leave them, ever. Especially if they were somewhat conscious inside the statue
Self-aware character hallucinating from a high fever. While their friend is looking after them they very calmly and matter-of-factly tell them “I think I’m seeing things,” and reassure the caretaker that no, they’re not scared, they know it’s not real - but despite what they say the fever is messing with their emotions too, and whatever they’re seeing is really freaking them out. They’re usually such a logical person and don’t let emotions get in the way of them, but right now it’s just way too much and they can’t think straight
listening to the night vale episode and the line “i do not think i should be alive… but I do not know what else to be” hit me really hard for reasons i do not understand
Consider a whumpee right on the edge of consciousness, not even awake enough to recognize the team around them.
They're safe now, being cared for by people they would trust, but the most thought they can gather right now is that the sky seems so far above them. They blink when addressed, knowing somewhere that they should probably respond, but unable to make the connection between their brain and their mouth. The only thing they can do is watch as the sky shifts to a ceiling that jolts and bumps around them, transporting them somewhere presumably safer.
From a Pokemon AU for my OC. He transports eggs for his friend Tom's nursery, helping them hatch more quickly.
"Stop being such an ass and battle! I know you've got other balls on your belt, bring them out!"
"You don't have any idea what's in those, I've already declined," Blue replied smoothly. He nervously moved between Rapidash and the boy, keeping the hostile at a distance. "I'm working right now, transporting fragile cargo, so let me go by. I'm sure the next person who comes through will oblige you."
"You think you're too good for it, huh? Some sort of star trainer?" The boy raised a threatening fist, his Scyther copying him. "I'll show you who's the star trainer around here, that's me! Scyther, use Cut!"
The Pokemon cried out and moved to obey. On instinct Blue tried to intercept, deflecting the move away from the saddlebags- the next thing he knew, he was kneeling on the ground, one hand keeping himself from falling over and the other clamped against his chest. A bright red line was beginning to show through his shirt, leaving residue on his fingers.
Rapidash whinnied angrily, shooting a warning flame at Scyther. The Pokemon had already backed off though, as had the trainer. He stared blankly at Blue, watching him brace against Rapidash and stand back up. "That isn't supposed to happen, you're supposed to... why didn't you let your Rapidash take the hit?"
"There's eggs in the bags, idiot," Blue muttered, wincing at the wound shifting. His lungs didn't feel damaged, besides the pain of breathing disturbing the wound. Regardless, he was bleeding far too much to stand it for long. He glanced at Rapidash, rubbing a hand against it reassuringly. Rapidash could move pretty quickly, and they hadn't come far, it was probably easier to return than move forward to town. Blue beckoned to Rapidash, asking it to kneel before he remounted. It obliged, clearly concerned about its trainer.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know, I wouldn't have-"
"Well you did, and I'd appreciate it if you'd stop lurking here for people, if you are actually sorry." Blue didn't bother watching him run away. He fumbled with the balls at his waist, pulling Vivilleon's case and calling it. "Viv, I need you to fly ahead and let Tom know we're coming."
The butterfly Pokemon cooed affirmingly, before shrieking as it noticed the damage to its trainer. "I'll be fine, just make it speedy, okay?" It fluttered off, soaring above the trees quickly.
Charmeleon chose this time to return from its forest exploration. It frowned at the scene before it, growling uncertainly.
"Oh Charmeleon good, I didn't know how I would find you... Look, we need to move quickly, so I'd really appreciate it if you'd ride in your ball."
It snuffed angrily, before coming nearer and more closely examined the situation. It looked up at Blue, concerned more than angry now.
"You understand? You'll ride in the ball?" Blue asked wearily, holding the Pokeball out. Charmeleon nodded, and a moment later it returned to its home. Blue sighed, taking his jacket off and using the sleeves as a makeshift bandage. "Alright Rapidash, it's up to you; run as fast as you can, without throwing me off please."
Rapidash whinnied, galloping back toward the nursery. Blue braced himself against her neck, interlocking his arms so he wouldn't fall. It was no longer than a fifteen minute ride at the clip Rapidash could run, but Blue was barely conscious by seven and out by ten.
K, so speaking from experience, when I'm in a really panicked or dissociative state, I can't change behavior easily, especially destructive behavior. So consider whumpees who are triggered by their environment and unable to listen to the caretaker assuring them they're alright?
Whumpees who can hear the caretaker, know that they're being irrational, but still can't stop themselves from freaking out? Knowing that they're being ridiculous, but also knowing they couldn't possibly stop now, not without feeling worse?
Dodger paid him no mind, continuing his rant. “That’s why you’ll never be anything,
you’re too afraid of yourself and who you are. If you would just stop letting everyone run over
you all the time maybe you could do something of use. Even then though, you’re too afraid to
begin anything. Why try at all?”
Blue stopped struggling the moment a sharp *crack* ran through the room. Everyone
stopped really, Tom clapping his fingers over his mouth. Dodger frowned, looking down at the
hand that had just gone limp in his grasp. “I’m afraid your wrist is broken. I suppose it’s another
hospital trip for us all then, isn’t it?”
Blue didn’t react, bar a small flinch as Dodger released his hand and it crashed down to
his side. He was frozen, eyes wide with fear. Tom moved forward, trying to reach out for Blue,
but Blue ran out of the room, disappearing into the hall noiselessly. Tom hummed anxiously,
stepping towards the door, but Dodger grabbed his arm. “I’ll go get him, you go get the car
ready.”
Tom didn’t set off right away, though. “You hurt him.” His eyes searched Dodger’s face
accusingly.
“Yes. I allowed my frustration to get the better of me. I would like a chance to make
amends and ensure he’s alright.”
Tom seemed unsure but nodded. He left Dodger to set off on Blue’s tracks. It didn’t
sound as though the man had gone upstairs, so Dodger continued along the hallway towards
the storage closets. It wasn’t until he turned around that he spotted Blue, curled protectively
under the stairs. His eyes were watching Dodger carefully, but betrayed every bit of fear he felt.
Dodger took a seat on the floor across the hallway, being sure to give him plenty of
space. “Careful not to aggravate your wrist more.”
Blue didn’t respond; his broken wrist was curled in his lap, protected by his arms and out
of sight.
“Tom is getting the car ready; we’ll take you to the hospital to get that fixed up. I do
apologize; I didn’t believe you would strain that hard to be free of my grasp.” Dodger paused,
inviting Blue to answer; when he was met with silence, he continued, “Why did you fight so
hard?”
Blue spoke in a mutter, not trying to be heard. “It was too much like back then.”
“Back when?”
“…Before the simulation. Before they put me under. They broke my wrist too.”
“…What simulation?”
“The one- the world before- this. It’s fuzzy, I can’t…” Blue sighed shakily, struggling with
the words to explain. Dodger motioned for him to breathe, and he did so if not with some
exaggeration. “I tried to fight back and they broke my wrist. Then they strapped me down and…”
His face went rather pale, and his gaze drifted to some point beyond Dodger. “And then
everything went to shit.”
“Hmm. That conveys almost no information at all.” Blue didn’t react to this comment,
staring off and away again. Dodger continued, “Well, this is a very different situation to that. For
one, this was an accident. Unless you intended to break your wrist?” Blue shook his head. “And
I doubt this will be the end of the world. The cast may be inconvenient, but I imagine the break will heal fine. We have to go right away though, if you do want it to set properly.” Dodger
stood, beginning to walk away.
It was not immediate; but the sound of footsteps began to follow his own.
Bit of an intro for myself; my name's KZ, although I do also respond to Blue, and I've been lurking on and off for the past year!
I've always been interested in whump as a concept, although I didn't know it by that name. I largely use whump as a coping mechanism, to help process my real life difficulties. I'm asexual, so none of my whump is inherently horny lol; I also center on the whumpee rather than a whumper, and I love to write recovery after whump!
Most of my ficlets are written for my original characters from my sempiternity series. Questions about them are always welcome!
Blue blinked, feeling the deep ache of unconsciousness tugging at his spine. The space behind his eyes felt heavy, pulling painfully at his already aching head. The details of where exactly he was and what exactly had left him in this state escaped him; the energy to care had also vanished. He floated in the limbo of damage, unsure whether to push back and aggravate the powers keeping him afloat.
There was certainly noise outside himself; somewhere amidst the blurry streaks people hurried about, outside the bubble Blue found himself in. It was a busy world. He faintly felt a jostling, as though he could really be a part of that business; it faded quickly.
So Blue hung there, fading in and out of awareness. The part that could formulate thought, close to dreaming, noted that the pain wasn't that bad, not really. It was annoying more than anything. He was so tired, and if that last nagging achiness could fade away, perhaps he could finally sleep.
The outside world had other ideas, of course. The noise only grew, and while there was no more sense of external touch, Blue caught his name once. His full name, really. Blue Fell. Weird for someone to say that. That could be a code word, coming from the right person. A small spark of worry dispelled the heaviness in his chest, creating a new, struggling pain. Unlike the other pain, Blue did not allow it to run its course. He rode it, trying to follow it to its destination in the outside. The sounds grew clearer, he could almost see the ceiling tiles above him.
However, there was a reason he was so tired, so heavy and disoriented. Nature won the fight, and before Blue could answer the call of the outside world, he slipped fully into the unconscious rest his body demanded.
