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Something I never see in whump is Whumpee having to spend over night in the ER, specially when they don’t get a room, just a bed in a hallway
• I doubt this is hallway exclusive, but the constant noise, silent conversations, people moving around, machines beeping, alarms going off, ice machines
• they don’t turn off all the lights, if you want Whumpee to suffer a little extra put their bed right under a light that doesn’t turn off!
• ^ Whumpee could get a face washcloth to cover their eyes, if you wanna be nice
•People walking past whumpee’s bed
• if Whumpee has a caretaker to sit with them, they will have to get up and move their chair out of the way for other gurneys
• every few hours a nurse will come and take your vitals. Not hallway exclusive
• the medicine you were getting through your iv finished, there’s an alarm going off now
• warm blankets!!!
• time doesn’t really exist when you’re in the hospital
• Whumpee crying during all the needles
• is Whumpee is having surgery, they won’t be allowed to eat or drink anything, even water
• not a hallway thing, but have the nurses miss when putting an iv in, have them miss 10 times! Whumpee’s inner elbow dotted with red marks later from all the failed attempts
• maybe another patient is being disruptive
• Whumpee got out of bed without assistance, an alarm is going off now
•Whumpee feeling caged in by the protective bars on the side of the bed
•^ or maybe they’re comforted by them
• Whumpee in too much pain too reach the call button
• a nurse or paramedic in between calls teaching Whumpee and caretaker a game, or giving music suggestions
• not being able to get comfortable lying down
•^ specifically because of the iv
• being afraid to fall asleep
• Whumpee decided in the early hours of morning that they won’t be getting more sleep, after only sleeping for 2-3 hours at time during the night
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y'know that fun scene when whumpee is lying in a hospital bed and looks over to caretaker and tells caretaker that they look like shit for a laugh?
well in this version, caretaker actually does look like shit. genuinely really ill, possibly even worse than whumpee. the nurses that come and go by whumpee's bedside keep casting them concerned looks, but caretaker brushes them off every time.
"i'm fine, just a little tired."
then caretaker falls asleep again in the uncomfortable chair in whumpee's room. but this time they don't wake up.
whumpee has never pressed their emergency call button so quickly in their life.
you guys ever think of when andrew is just SO sick of everyone’s bullshit, he gains confidence he’s never had before?
Like Edgar tries to yell at him over something stupid and instead of apologizing or maybe even crying, Andrew just picks him up and holds him in air jail for a solid five minutes?
Oh Aesop is chasing others around to “test his practice?” Yeah bud, you’re getting placed on the tallest shelf in the manor.
Luca is being a smug asshole again, don’t worry, we got a 6’4 gravekeeper with albinism who’s about to throttle that twink.
☆ “No, wait. Can you stay?”
“Stay? Like, overnight?”
“Yeah. I’m… I’m scared he’s gonna come back when I’m alone.”
“Alright, sure. Scoot over. Hope you like snoring.”
☆ “How long am I going to have to stay here?”
“Until the doctor lets you leave.”
“Well, yeah, officially. But, you know, when can I sneak out and no one will stop me?”
“Until the doctor lets you leave.”
☆ “What’s going on out there?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just rest up.”
“Shouldn’t you be out there and help?”
“I’m right where I need to be.”
☆ “What hurts?”
“My… My head, and my back, and… Fuck, my everything.”
“Yeah, I expected that.”
☆ “You expected me to just lay around and do nothing for a week?”
“At least a week.”
“Absolutely not.”
“If you try to get up I will keep your ass in a coma until you’re healed up.”
☆ “Aw, come on, how can someone make such a face when my handsome mug is right in front of—“
“You almost died. You almost fucking died, I almost lost you. I’m sorry I’m not in the mood for your jokes right now.”
☆ “Are you okay? Are you comfortable?”
“Like… half the bones in my body are broken.”
“… I can offer another pillow?”
This is excellent and hilarious to see on my homepage feed as I’m actively working on a fic where my oc is bed bound and just now beginning the recovery process and I’m taking a 5 minute tumblr break to peruse tags and ideas.
☆ “No, wait. Can you stay?”
“Stay? Like, overnight?”
“Yeah. I’m… I’m scared he’s gonna come back when I’m alone.”
“Alright, sure. Scoot over. Hope you like snoring.”
☆ “How long am I going to have to stay here?”
“Until the doctor lets you leave.”
“Well, yeah, officially. But, you know, when can I sneak out and no one will stop me?”
“Until the doctor lets you leave.”
☆ “What’s going on out there?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just rest up.”
“Shouldn’t you be out there and help?”
“I’m right where I need to be.”
☆ “What hurts?”
“My… My head, and my back, and… Fuck, my everything.”
“Yeah, I expected that.”
☆ “You expected me to just lay around and do nothing for a week?”
“At least a week.”
“Absolutely not.”
“If you try to get up I will keep your ass in a coma until you’re healed up.”
☆ “Aw, come on, how can someone make such a face when my handsome mug is right in front of—“
“You almost died. You almost fucking died, I almost lost you. I’m sorry I’m not in the mood for your jokes right now.”
☆ “Are you okay? Are you comfortable?”
“Like… half the bones in my body are broken.”
“… I can offer another pillow?”
Okay. Kaci is about to do something CRAZYYY and actually get back on tumblr and Post their own stuff.
Going to be giving whumptober another go this year, and to try and stay steady at it I'm going to start writing a few days early and try to keep the momentum going. Mostly going to be self indulgent snippets of my fave ocs, may make some prompts into a connected series, brewing up some ideas.
Whumper using afrodisiacs againts whumpee. People can prepare themselves for pain, but what about pleasure? Good old overstimulation+edging, the utter helplessness and humillation of whumpee when they can't control their body's reactions (maybe whumper eventually comes to "help")
alright anon let's do this 😈 leaning more into the psychological horror of being out of control of your body versus whumpee experiencing actual "pleasure"
When Whumper shoved the pill into their mouth, forced them to swallow, Whumpee prepared for the worst - disorientation, blinding pain, their body broken down in agony. All things they'd been through before, at this point. Excruciating, terrifying, yes, but also survivable. They got through it by knowing that Whumper might be able to hurt their body, but they'd never touch their soul.
So at first, when they felt nothing, when Whumper simply smiled and walked away with a promised, "See you soon," Whumpee only felt relief. Maybe there would be no pain today. Maybe this pill, whatever it was, didn't work on them for some reason. There was only the dull ache in their shoulders from their wrists tied to the ceiling. Compared to everything else Whumper had put them through, it was almost laughably manageable.
And then the sensations started to hit.
It started slow - a buzzing, a feeling of warmth building. When Whumpee realized what the feeling actually was, their knees practically buckled.
No. No.
Because they'd rather Whumper just hurt them, rather they break every bone in their body, than this. The forced arousal grew alongside a rising nausea. It wasn't choice, wasn't wanted, was just nerves firing completely against their will.
By the time Whumper returned, Whumpee was nearly hysterical. The inability to free their hands, to soothe the sensations, was driving them mad. They writhed in the air, eyes widening at the hunger in Whumper's eyes.
"Please - please - make it stop - I don't want -"
"Shhhh." Whumper's grinned stretched impossibly wide, delighted. "You weren't expecting this, were you? Don't worry. I'll help you."
"No -" Every cell in Whumpee's body battled itself as Whumper's hands landed on them, mind rebelling, sick with shame and horror, while their body arched towards the touch, as if it was completely alien to Whumpee. The feeling of Whumper's hands brushing over their hips, converging between their legs, was enough to make Whumpee scream.
Quickly, minutes bled into hours. Time ceased to exist. Whumper's patience, their unyielding drive to keep Whumpee on the edge, meant there was no pause, no relief, no way to measure how long this would last. Every nerve ending was alight, overstimulated, and yet Whumpee could not stop, could not hide, could not escape.
“You feel that?” Whumper purred at one point, taking their mouth off of Whumpee only long enough to taunt them. “That’s all you, Whumpee. You can’t stop it. You can’t even stop yourself.”
Whumpee begged for a break, begged for unconsciousness, begged for pain instead, but was only met with the relentless ministrations of Whumper's mouth and hands. And in that terrible limbo, Whumpee truly wondered for the first time if they could survive this place.
I absolutely adore when Whumpee is in critical condition, but someone else (interrogator, police, government agent, etc.) needs info from them urgently and couldn’t care less about their condition. (Bonus if Whumpee is the enemy and the sole reason they are receiving care at all is so the other side can get info and intelligence from whumpee.)
They’ve just been extubated? Great, now they can talk (hopefully). Out of surgery? No excuses. They will get the answers they want. Whumpee is loopy and out of it from pain meds? Well they can still communicate so they’re going to give the interrogator answers, or else.
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