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Caretaker dealing with a more angry, combative whumpee. One that has destructive outbursts full of screaming and hyperventilating. All they can see is red. Angry at what whumper did to them. To the point Caretaker has to learn how to physically restrain them from further hurting themselves. Especially when whumpee turn their rage towards caretaker. They let a few swings hit but ultimately have to stop them. Holding their arms away from their body. Repeatedly apologizing as they do so.

Later cradling whumpee in their lap when they've finally exhausted themselves. Head tucked in caretaker's shoulder, hands clutching at their shirt. Begging caretaker to not leave them. 'I'll never leave you, just don't want you hurting yourself or me,' holding them just as tightly. 'You have every right to be angry at them. Whumper should've never laid a hand on you. You didn't deserve any of it.' Their voice was barely higher than a whisper.

#perfection #whump drabble #whump scenario #aftermath #whumpee x caretaker #whumpee caretaker

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When you’re going about your normal day and some random occurrence suddenly gives you an evil idea:

[Image ID: The meme ‘you could make a religion out of this!’ from history of the entire world, i guess, but instead it says ‘you could make a whump out of this!’. End ID.]

#whump memes #relatable

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Forced to Choose

"Open your mouth."

Leader's only response was to tighten his jaw muscles further.

"I won't ask again."

Leader's gaze shifted from the teammate kneeling opposite him to the gun levelled at his head. He stared at the barrel for several seconds before complying, though not without glaring up at Whumper.

Appearing menacing as Whumper slid the gun into his mouth was a lost effort, but there was no chance in hell he was giving Whumper the satisfaction of his full submission. But there was no disillusion of who held the power here.

"I'll make this simple." Gravel crunched under Whumper's boot as he stepped behind Leader, shifting his attention to the other captive.

"Tell me where the base is...or I blow his brains out."

Leader forced his face to stay neutral, not wanting Youngest to see him crumble. Nonetheless, he failed to suppress a shudder, his breath hitching as the cold metal bit into his skin, scraping against the roof of his mouth.

"Please don't...don't make me choose," Youngest pleaded, a tear glinting in their eyes as the gun cocked with a distinctive click.

Wanting to reassure Youngest it was okay, Leader gave as much of a nod as he could manage, already knowing what decision they'd have to make.

#soo good #team whump #whumpee whumper

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Whumpee is dying, nothing can stop it anymore. Instead of a goodbye - when Whumpee closes their eyes for the last time, when they take their final breaths, when their hand in Caretaker's goes limp - Caretaker whispers "good night."

#damn this is good #whump prompt #whump trope #whump scenario #death #whumpee caretaker #whumpee x caretaker

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Body Aches Sickfic Prompts🤒😫:

1: Constantly clinging to caretaker because everything hurts, they're miserable, and they don't know what to do with themselves.

2: Crying any time something cold touches their sensitive body.

3: Being extra sensitive to bumping into things, or to rough touch.

4: Just straight up inconsolable crying because they feel bad all over and they're just fed up.

5: Cuddling with caretaker in a warm shower/bath.

6: Being fed pain meds by caretaker.

7: Whining while getting a massage from caretaker, because even the lightest touch hurts.

8: Curled up in bed, not wanting to move and swaddled in blankets.

9: Being super uncomfortable on a car ride because every bump is painful.

10: Making a bed for themselves in whatever the warmest room in the house happens to be.

#this is the best #the good stuff #whump prompt #sick #fever #bullet points

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whumpee asking for touch.

…whether it’s with words, begging someone to grasp their hand, to give them a hug. asking caretaker to hold them.

…or through gestures — just reaching out a hand and hoping someone near gets the message. wordlessly leaning in to caretaker’s side. tugging their friend down into an embrace.

…or maybe whumpee can’t even move. maybe all they can do is just make facial expressions. pleading with their eyes for someone to just caress their hair, or give them a pat on the shoulder, or take their hand.

#!!!!! #like damn #awesome #whump prompt #whump trope #touchstarved whumpee #bullet points

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Whump Art 9

Whumpee is safe, but terrified of his rescuers, or maybe he's still with Whumper, who is trying to be a better person, but Whumpee can't forget all the things Whumper did to him so easily.

#whump art

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Whump prompt

"Please don't- please just... just tell me what you want me to do, I'll do it - I'll do it please!" The whumpee sobbed, panicked words tumbling from their lips.

The whumper smiled, "You're already doing it, love," they placed a finger under the whumpee's chin and pulled their head up, wide, tear-filled eyes met with unwavering malice "All I want is to see you like this."

#whump #whump prompt #whump trope #conditioned whumpee #whumpee x whumper #captivity #torture

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Give me more shaking whumpees.

Give me whumpees who are shivering so much from their high fever that they can't even hold a bottle of water up to their lips, leaving caretaker to hold it for them like they're bottle feeding a baby animal.

Give me whumpees who've lost so much blood that they're pale and trembling violently, their skin cool to the touch. Their body is desperately trying to keep them warm, but with each new shudder they're just bleeding more and more.

Give me whumpees in shock- whumpees who find out something so emotionally distressing that they can do nothing but shake, eyes fixed on a single point, jolting away from any touch.

Give me more shaking whumpees.

#the good stuff #whumpee #whump scenario #sick #fever

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I just had a whump scenario pop in my head.

A Whumpee so badly impaired by a high burning temperature that drinking water from a cup is too hard for them. They can’t sit up, they can’t move, it hurts too much. Caretaker is at a loss of what to do. They were sweating too much from the fever. They needed some hydration somehow. And they had no straws on hand.

As they take a damp washcloth and brush whumpee’s sweaty forehead, it hits them. There’s water on this towel. They get a new fresh washcloth and dampen it with fresh cold water from a water bottle and place it to whumpee’s lips. Whumpee is confused and dazed, to which caretaker says

“Try to bite the towel and drink the water from it.”

Whumpee opens their mouth and bites down, and starts suckling the cold wet towel. They almost looked like a baby animal suckling milk from their mother or from a bottle. Caretaker was relieved that whumpee was finally hydrating properly in a way that they could with what little strength they had.

#woo woo #like damn #fever #whumpee caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #sick

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They were crying, everything hurt too much. The pain was like a white hot knife being plunged into their flesh over and over again, making them scream in agony. Their back was a mass of raw, open wounds from the whipping, and every breath he took sent waves of searing pain through them. They could feel their skin stretching and tearing as the whip cut deeper into their flesh, and the metallic taste of blood filled their mouth.

Their captor seemed to enjoy their suffering, laughing maniacally as the whip landed over their back. They felt like they were being skinned alive, and with each passing moment, the hopelessness and despair grew stronger within them. They wanted nothing more than for the agony to end, but there was no end in sight.

“Pl-Please,” they managed to croak through bleeding lips, “P-Please stop…” Their captor scoffed in response, the sound sending shivers down their spine. With another cruel yank, the captor twisted the whip, driving the leather-wrapped handle deeper into their back. The pain was excruciating, and their body jerked involuntarily from the impact.

“No,” their captor said, his voice almost gentle as he addressed them, “I don't think I will.”

Another vicious yank, another sharp pain.

“In fact,” he continued, “I'm just warming up.”

#head empty only this thought #my favorite scenario in the world #whump #whump scenario #whump trope #whump drabble #whump prompt #whump community #captivity #torture #whipping #punishment #blood whump #whumpee #whumpee whumper #whumpee x whumper

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Take the things that make your whumpee themself. Animalistic features? Carefully removed and stored. Birthmarks burned away, hair dyed or make them grow out their hair. Train any accent out of them, break bones and let them set wrong, give them a collection of scars- Just, remake them until they can't even recognize themself, anymore.

#like damn #whump scenario #dehumanisation

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Hi..can you write a whump fiction in which a character has a certain different type of powers i.e they're cold blooded. But in the society(or kingdom etc) they live in, cold blooded are hunted. The whumpees family member doesn't know that and takes her(the whumpee) to a place considered deadly for cold blooded. The whumpee may start hallucinating, sweating, and in the start they may tell the family member(brother) that they don't feel good but he will ignore it considering it as an excuse.

Hi there! Thank you very much for the ask, I really got carried away this time, but hallucinations are so fun to write! 🤭 I hope you enjoy reading it as much as you enjoyed writing it! <3

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She was barely breathing, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her pale skin. Her lips were chapped, and her tongue felt thick and swollen, making it difficult for her to speak. Every inch of her body ached, as if she had been flayed alive. Even the air that brushed against her felt like a branding iron, searing her lungs with every breath. “Pl-please…. C-can we s-stop?” she managed to croak.

Her brother, however, didn't seem to notice her distress. He kept walking, unbothered by the heat, as he led the way through the ancient ruins. “Almost there.” He grinned, the expression almost manic. “You'll see, sis. It'll all be worth it.”

She tried to summon the strength to protest, but the words caught in her throat. Her head felt light, her body ached with every breath she took. It was all too much. “It's too hot…” she moaned, collapsing against a crumbling wall. “I can't… I can't...”

Her brother, still oblivious to her true condition, laughed heartily. “Ah, come on now,” he teased, ruffling her hair. “You're just saying that because you're not used to it. This is what real adventures are like, sis. You can't expect it to be all sunshine and rainbows.”

She looked down at her hands, watching as her fingers twitched and spasmed uncontrollably. “I... I want to go home...a-and to rest…” she managed to get out between ragged gasps. Her brother smiled and scoffed, shaking his head. “You're such a baby, sis. Come on, let's keep going.”

She sighed, feeling her strength ebbing away with each passing second. There was no use arguing with him anymore. She could only hope that they'd find whatever it was he was looking for, and then they could finally go home. Home, where she could rest, where it was cool and comfortable, and she wouldn't have to feel this way anymore. “O-okay…” she managed to force out, forcing herself to stand up once more, trying to ignore the pain and the heat as they continued on, deeper into the ancient ruins. It felt like they'd been walking for hours, but she knew it had only been a few minutes at most. Time had lost all meaning in this infernal place.

As they rounded a corner, she caught sight of something that made her heart skip a beat. A flicker of movement at the edge of her vision, something that wasn't quite right… Her delirium-addled mind struggled to process what she was seeing, but she knew it wasn't real. It couldn't be real. “B-brother…” she stammered, reaching out to him. “I-I see… something…”

He glanced over at her, his expression briefly shifting from amused to concerned. “See something? Where?” he asked, following her gaze. “There's nothing there but rocks and dust, Sis.”

She shook her head, her vision swimming. “No,” she insisted weakly. “Over there… by the… by the statue.” She tried to focus on the statue, willing her blurry vision to clear, but it was no use. “It's not a statue…” Her heart pounded in her chest as she staggered forward, reaching out a trembling hand. “It's… it's alive…”

Her brother snorted derisively. “What? Of course not, you idiot,” he scoffed, grabbing her by the arm. “Come on, let's go.” But she didn't budge. “No,” she whispered, refusing to let him pull her away. “I saw it… I know it was…” She whimpered as she passed a hand over her feverish forehead, drying sweat from her eyes.

Her brother rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. “Ah, please, sis… Don't mess with me.” He turned around and walked away from her. “If you really don't want to come with me, just stay there, then!” He called over his shoulder.

She wanted to call after him, to tell him she was sorry, that she was dying, but her strength was gone, and her words would not come. All she could do was watch as he disappeared around the corner, leaving her alone in the sweltering heat of the ancient ruins.

Alone with her delusions, she sank to her knees, her body racked with pain and exhaustion. The statue… It had moved, hadn't it? She could swear it had… But it couldn't be. It was just her fever playing tricks on her. She closed her eyes, trying to will the terrible heat away, but it was no use. The air felt like it was pressing down on her, suffocating her, and she could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She was going to die here, she just knew it. “B-Brother…. Please, w-wait…. For me… she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself. “I-I'm so sorry…”

The hot wind howled around her, carrying the dust and grit of the ancient ruins on its breath. She tried to stand up but collapsed on the ground once again, her legs giving out under her, her body wracked with coughs and shudders. The world spun wildly around her, and she thought she saw shapes moving in the shadows, strange and terrible things that seemed to leer at her. “G-Go away… N-No!” she cried out, her voice raw and ragged. “Leave me alone!”

Tears welled up in her eyes, burning hot against her fevered skin. She was so tired. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep, to escape from this nightmare. With one last sigh, she let herself sink back into the unforgiving dirt. “I'm sorry, brother…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I tried…” And then, as the darkness closed in around her, she prayed that someone, somewhere, would find her before it was too late.

#whump #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump drabble #whump trope #whump community #hurt no comfort #whumpee #sick #fever #hallucinations #exhaustion #delirious #powers #answered #jump-in-the-writing

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Deep raspy breathing where the lungs aren't fully expanding. Breathing that's interrupted by sickening, hacking coughs that Whumpee can't fight off. Passing out because they can't breathe properly.

Whumpees who've been strangled and choked, Whumpees with breathing conditions shoved in dusty, dirty spaces. Whumpees who're so desperate to breathe they rip and claw at their own throat...

#the good stuff #whump trope #whump scenario #choking

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We need more vain/egotistical whumpees, please

Whumpees who won't allow anyone to see them cry, no matter how much they need the support, they can't take any more blows to their ego

Whumpees who refuse pain medication because they think it makes them look weak

Whumpees who act mean or cold to those who try to help them because it's the only thing that keeps others away from them

Whumpees that are encouraged to ask for help, but think that others would be impressed if they didn't ever need it

Whumpees that cannot, under any circumstance, allow others to know what has happened to them, even if it allows Whumper to get away with it, because what would the others think of me if they knew how weak and helpless I was? Or that it actually left a lasting impact on me?

Whumpees who obsessively cover up their scars with makeup

Whumpees who isolate themselves whenever the people around them get too 'invasive' by asking basic questions about Whumpee's mental state

Whumpees who are offended at the mere mention that they may have actually been traumatized, because they're too strong/tough/resilient for anything to actually affect them, and claiming anything else amounts to a personal insult

Whumpees who will not tell anyone if they're sick or injured because they don't want anyone to see them hurting, until they collapse and have to be dragged to a doctor

Whumpees who think that they're better than others because they were strong enough to survive nevermind the debilitating trauma

#ahh yess #whump scenario #hidden injury #stoic whumpee #bullet points

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whumpee turned whumper?

content: whumpee turned whumper, whumper turned whumpee, implied eye gore, knives, restraints, gagged, revenge, humiliation

“That’s good,” Whumpee murmured, bringing the point of the knife ever closer to Whumper’s left eye. Their former captor was whimpering and squirming in their restraints, but they were unable to put that silver tongue to use thanks to the gag in their mouth. “You look just as pathetic as I’ve always hoped you would.”

Whumper’s eyes were darting between Whumpee’s face and the blade, and Whumpee could almost hear those sweet, pleading words: Please don’t take my eye. Please don’t be so vengeful. Please, I’m sorry I did all that.

It was absolutely glorious. It was probably the best day of their life, aside from the one when they’d finally broken free and run through the forest to the nearest house to beg for help. No, maybe today was even better than that. They’d felt so helpless back then. They didn’t feel helpless now.

“I’m going to take your pretty little eye,” they went on, and the whimpers got louder. “I’m going to take my time with it. I’m going to carve it out of your head like it’s Halloween.”

Whumper was crying now. Bawling, like a little bitch. Whumpee almost wished they’d had their phone with them to tape it; then they could watch it back whenever, in the bath, before bed, during their breakfast the next morning. But they knew having a video like that on their phone would be foolish, so they settled for drinking in the sight in the moment, memorising every little tear that trickled down that stupid fucking face.

They pushed the knife even closer and Whumper stilled as much as they could, squeezing their eyes shut. Being able to achieve such a reaction felt like real power. No amount of talk therapy would ever make Whumpee feel so free. So in charge of their own destiny.

And in charge of Whumper’s.

#captivity #whumpee turned whumper

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God, I love sickfics that cut between a Whumpee’s current illness, and illnesses they’ve had in the past. Before, being sick was traumatic and lonely. Maybe they were neglected or even ostracized for their illness. In the present day, they don’t know how to handle being loved.

#ahh so good! #sick #sickfic