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The Team is having a party to celebrate or unwind before a mission. They intermingle with other teams and civilians alike. Maybe it's out in a public square with an open-air bar providing drinks for the festivities as people dance to live music. Laughter and merriment fills the air.

Whumpee is shy or nervous so they sit out from the dancing, but enjoy watching everyone have fun nonetheless. An easy smile is on their face as they take sips from their fresh drink.

Something is wrong, though. As they imbibe, they feel the alcohol hitting harder than it should. Their brain is fuzzy and their limbs are heavy and hard to control. Their hand slides across the bar top and knocks their glass to the ground, shattering it.

Something is very wrong and Whumpee can feel it. Their eyelids grow heavier and they know they only have a matter of time to find Caretaker. They'll know what to do, or at least be safe with them.

Whumpee stumbles from their seat. People who see just think they drank too much but Whumpee is desperately trying to make it to Caretaker in time before they lose control of their body completely.

Maybe they make it to Caretaker just in time to stumble into them, but they can't articulate words, only whine pitifully. Or maybe they're intercepted along the way by someone who shouldn't be there...

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When a Character Is Angry but Doesn’t Know Why

Not all rage is loud. Sometimes it simmers. Sometimes it sneaks in. Especially for characters who aren’t used to feeling things or grew up in environments where anger wasn’t safe to express. So when it starts showing up, they don’t even recognize it as anger. They just feel… off. Wrong. Tense.

✧ They get irritated by things that never used to bother them. The way someone chews. A clock ticking. The sound of their name. They can’t explain it, they just feel raw, like their skin doesn’t fit.

✧ They isolate, but don’t call it that. Suddenly, they’re “too tired” to go out. “Too busy” to reply. But really, they don’t trust themselves to be around people without snapping.

✧ They pick fights over things that don’t matter. Because it’s easier to yell about the dishes than admit they feel powerless, unworthy, or invisible.

✧ They can’t sit still. Pacing. Fidgeting. Restlessness that feels like there’s a wasp trapped under their skin and they can’t get it out.

✧ They joke, but it stings. Sarcasm that cuts a little too deep. “Just teasing” that leaves bruises. Humor becomes a weapon they don’t even realize they’re using.

✧ They blame themselves for feeling bad. Instead of thinking something is wrong, they think I’m wrong for feeling this way. The anger turns inward. Self-criticism sharpens.

✧ They can’t cry, and it scares them. They want to break. To feel something clean. But all they feel is the pressure building, and it doesn’t go anywhere.

✧ They eventually explode, and hate themselves for it. One wrong word and suddenly it’s fire. And after? Shame. Guilt. Confusion. Like, What was that? What’s wrong with me?

✧ Their anger isn’t just anger. It’s grief in disguise. That’s the twist. Most of the time, the anger is covering up a heartbreak they haven’t admitted yet.

✧ They’re not “bad” for being angry. They’re human. Write that. Let them be messy and let them feel without always knowing why.

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When a Character Is Grieving Someone They Never Got to Say Goodbye To

✧ They talk about the person in past tense… then correct themselves. Then stop talking entirely.

✧ They touch things that belonged to the person like they’re fragile, sacred, about to disappear.

✧ They hoard the last voicemail, last message, last anything. Play it. Don’t play it. Just knowing it exists hurts enough.

✧ They leave something untouched, an empty seat, a half-packed bag, a coffee order that isn’t theirs.

✧ They get irrationally angry when someone else seems to be “moving on.” As if forgetting is betrayal.

✧ They don’t let themselves cry all at once. It comes in pieces. Like they’re afraid too much grief will drown them.

✧ They over-apologize. For being quiet. For being distant. For not being okay.

✧ They become hyper-aware of time, dates, anniversaries, time zones, the exact moment everything ended.

✧ They get superstitious. Ritualistic. As if doing things "right" might reverse something.

✧ They smile when they talk about the person. But it’s brittle. And it never quite touches their eyes.

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10 Traits That Make a Character Secretly Dangerous

❥ Disarming Humor. They’re the life of the party. Everyone’s laughing. No one’s noticing how much they aren’tsaying.

❥ Laser-Sharp Observation. They see everything. Who’s nervous. Who’s lying. Who would be easiest to break. And they don’t miss.

❥ Unsettling Calm. Even in chaos, they stay still. Smiling. Thinking. Calculating.

❥ Weaponized Empathy. They know how to make people trust them. Because they know exactly what people want to hear.

❥ Compartmentalization. They can do something brutal, then eat lunch like nothing happened.

❥ Controlling Niceness. The kind of kindness that’s sharp-edged. You feel guilty for not loving them.

❥ Mirroring Behavior. They become whatever the person in front of them needs. It's not flattery. It’s survival—or manipulation.

❥ Selective Vulnerability. They know how to spill just enough pain to make you drop your guard.

❥ History of “Bad Luck”. Ex-friends, ex-lovers, ex-colleagues… they all left under “unfortunate” circumstances. But the pattern says otherwise.

❥ Unshakeable Confidence in Their Morality. They don’t think they’re the villain. That makes them scarier.

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Best books to give you whumperflies! (I'm my opinion)

1) Outlander series, haven't read but from multiple sources they say it's one of the best.

2) Necromancer's Light by Tavia Lark, Highly rated and recommended on reddit lol

3) Forgive Me, Leonard Peacock. Again highly recommended on reddit

4) Death From Beyond: War-bound by Jayda Cogar. This one I have read, and the whumperflies it gave me was crazy, personally recommend.

5) Jaden Baker by Courtney Kirchoff

6) The Way Of Kings by Brandon Sanderson

7) Exo by Fonda Lee. The kid's basically a hostage the whole, so if you like that, it's a good book overall.

Feel free to add more! Hopefully that helps!

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The hero looked around the alley and startled as they saw two amber eyes staring right back at them. They cautiously backed away, hoping that the villain would at least give them a chance to explain.

"I've been waiting." The low rumble of the villain's voice brought goosebumps on the hero's arms. They were truly in trouble. The villain's usual jovial mood and happy demeanor were nowhere to be seen.

Oh no, they were truly in trouble.

"Look, I-" The hero fumbled, wringing their fingers nervously. "I know I messed up. It was just too nerve-wracking. Going against my mentor...I tried but honestly the pressure caught up to me. I was thinking that I was all alone but I was still trying, but then the media showed up which meant it was live and everyone was-"

"How is your leg?"

"Huh?" The hero stopped blabbering and looked at villain's face. The villain's face did not give away any signs of anger but it almost seemed...worried? No, the shadows from the street lights must be messing up villain's face.

"Your leg. I watched the broadcast and you took a terrible fall. Let me look at it."

The hero hurriedly stepped back as the villain reached for their leg. Was this some other kind of punishment for messing up? The hero had often heard rumors of the villain's brutal methods. Was this one of the tortures?

"Hero" The Hero stilled, shaking in fear as the Villain stood in front of them, daring them to take another step. They flinched as the villain bent down to observe their leg. They felt a warm hand rest on their knee. Oh lord, were they going to snap their knee?

The hero relaxed as they felt warmth seep into their leg from villain's palm. Right, they had heard about villain's ability to heal. The warmth seemed to be pressing a comforting hand to their back as if beckoning them to take rest.

The hero felt their body hit the ground but felt no pain. No, they felt as if they were in heaven, floating through clouds while angels sang in their ears.

One such angel looked down at them and shook their head. They ruffled hero's hair and whispered, "What am I supposed to do with you?" The angel was truly beautiful.

Oh, the hero must be in some kind of trouble.

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Whumpy things I thought of this month.

•Whumpee's arm being bent behind their back while their pinned/held down

•Whumper putting their boot on whumpee's chest to stop them from getting up

•Whumpee delirious from sickness or pain

•Whumpee being touch starved but afraid of touch

•Whumpee being branded with Whumper's family crest or organization's symbol or initials.

•Bad Caretaker lashing out at Whumpee while Whumpee is on pain medication unable to defend themselves.

•Whumpee who had their tongue cut out for screaming too much

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OO BRO YESS

Every day, Whumpee is brought to a room with a bolted chair, a tray of tools, and a mirror.

They're tortured to a brutal degree. Whumpee screams, sobbing through the pain, “Why!? Why are you doing th-this? Just tell me what you w-want!”

Their captors never speak; whumpee's never even heard their voices. Sometimes, they grab their face and force them to look into the mirror bleeding, shaking, barely conscious.

Then the moment ends, and it starts all over again.

On the other side of the glass sits Caretaker, watching while unharmed and being questioned.

Every time they don’t have an answer, whumpee takes the hit.

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In my mind any whumpee can be divided into one of two categories:

1) Doesn't complain one bit unless it's Really Really bad

2) Complains a ton until it gets Really Really bad, then goes dangerously quiet

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I love the gif so much, caretaker gently checking whumpee’s pulse, gloved hand holding him steady to avoid whumpee collapsing whilst also providing comfort as the whumpee starts to feel dizzy.

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Subject warning: drugging.

Special request by: @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 I'm sorry for the wait. It's been a hectic few weeks.

Carewhumper glanced outside while the commercials passed on the screen.

"Come on news. I know it's stormy, I need to know how stormy", Carewhumper sighed.

Whumpee worked on chores in a different room. Carewhumper had given them some earplugs so they wouldn't hear the incoming storm.

Carewhumper heard the lightning getting closer.

"I'd probably be better off if I just did it", Carewhumper stood, "it is definitely building up out there. Whumpee will have a hard night. Those earplugs will only block so much."

Whumpee jumped and turned when someone grabbed their shoulder.

Carewhumper reached past them and turned the sink off.

"Yes Master?", Whumpee removed an earplug just in time to hear the thunder.

Their eyes widened as they jolted into Carewhumper's arms.

"I know Whumpee. Come on, it's time for medicine", Carewhumper petted Whumpee's head, "I don't know how bad this will get. I would rather you be drugged for the next few hours. At least until everything is done."

Whumpee gulped, "dr-drugs? Is it going to be that bad? I don't like being drugged."

"I know you don't, but I don't know how bad this will get. I need you to be pliable for me to work with", Carewhumper turned, "I will take care of you and get you through this, but you will be unconscious while this happens. Go use the bathroom, I will be there shortly", Carewhumper placed the ear plug back in Whumpee's ear.

Whumpee looked up when Carewhumper stepped inside of the bathroom.

Carewhumper pulled out a clean syringe from the cabinet, then a bottle from their pocket.

"Get into the tub for me please", Carewhumper ordered.

"M-my teddy?"  Whumpee whined.

"Oh right, go grab that, a blanket, and a pillow", Carewhumper nodded.

Whumpee hurried down the hall.

Carewhumper sighed when Whumpee screamed after a loud bang of thunder.

"And you wonder why I want you drugged."

Whumpee knelt in the tub and let Carewhumper wrap the blanket around them.

"Will you be okay Master?", Whumpee looked at them worriedly.

"I will be alright, and so will you", Carewhumper knelt beside the tub, "let's get this in you. The storm is getting louder."

Whumpee turned their head as Carewhumper administered the medicine.

"Alright, that's done", Carewhumper pressed a bandaid on Whumpee's arm.

Carewhumper hummed as they disposed of the needle. They came back and knelt by Whumpee.

Whumpee blinked slowly as they listened to Carewhumper's humming.

"Mmmh", Whumpee sighed.

"It's alright, let the medicine take you to sleep", Carewhumper smiled as they pulled Whumpee gently to the side of the tub.

Carewhumper cupped Whumpee's face into their hand. They gently played with Whumpee's hair as Whumpee drooped lower and lower into drowsiness.

"It will all be over when you wake up my dear", Carewhumper cooed, then hummed for a few minutes while Whumpee went unconscious.

They carefully laid Whumpee into the tub. They were careful to ensure Whumpee would be comfortable during the storm. Even tucking the stuffed animal into Whumpee's arms.

Carewhumper was able to prepare a few things in the bathroom before they sat down again to watch the news.

"It seems we are in for a big storm", Carewhumper leaned back as the news finally played the weather, "I'm glad I decided to put them under for this. We will all be able to sleep soundly tonight."

Whumpee groaned as their eyes opened.

"Good morning", Carewhumper watched them in the mirror while they shaved, "how is my sleepy slave?"

"Mmm", Whumpee moaned.

"I kind of expected that. Don't get up just yet, let's let you wake up fully before hand", Carewhumper continued to shave, "you slept through a full storm last night. Complete with tornado sirens, nothing happened though. I hid in here with you for about thirty minutes until they turned the sirens off. It was definitely easier to have you unconscious. You were even smiling for a few minutes", Carewhumper turned, "I wondered what you were dreaming about."

"Is everything okay now?", Whumpee looked around.

"Yes, everything is fine. It's still a little early in the morning", Carewhumper cleaned their face, "you did an amazing job in letting me take care of you. I'm very proud of you."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee rested their head on the side of the tub tiredly.

"Here, take a drink", Carewhumper grabbed a bottle of water from a stash they had brought in earlier.

Whumpee took small sips from the bottle.

"You still seem quite tired", Carewhumper ran their hand through Whumpee's hair.

"Mmm, it takes a while.... that injection is powerful", Whumpee sighed, "I don't like... it."

"You can lay down and take a nap if you like", Carewhumper grinned, "like I said, it's still early. You are not do to be awake for a few more hours."

Whumpee looked down at the blanket and pillow.

"M-may I, master?", Whumpee looked up again.

"You may", Carewhumper nodded, "get some rest."

Whumpee slowly laid down again. They smiled as Carewhumper covered them and hummed.

Not long after Whumpee dozed off again.

Carewhumper knelt beside the tub and listened to Whumpee's breathing for a few minutes.

"You being terrified of storms is a little bothersom my slave", Carewhumper stood, "but you always make up for it with how sweet you are."

Side note: I do feel necessary to point out that although Carewhumper is shaving, that does not necessarily mean I wrote them as male. Female presenting does still require constant shaving because of other factors. My characters are still able to present as nonbinary or how you prefer. -MJ💚

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kind of a big fan of throwing characters into a cage. also they're branded and tied up. but their eyes are you know, feral and they're going to snap at any second

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Oh, nothing, just thinking of a world where the rich own the poor and the more money you have, the more whumps you own. 

Just thinking of how the classification of a whump depends on their abilities and attributes. 

Decor- the prettiest, the most unique, the most sought-after whumps, put on display and dressed up. They greet guests and stand in poses for hours on end, the most valuable and entrancing objects one could have. 

Spectacles- the most talented singers, dancers, acrobats, actors. Trained for hours on end to be the best entertainment around. Their sole purpose is to stun an audience, then maybe, maybe they won’t be sold off. 

Oxen- The strongest, the toughest, the fighters. Used for manual labor or cage fights, to gamble on a winner. Kept like the cattle they are named for, their strength saves them where beauty doesn’t. 

Mundanes- The filler. The ordinary. The unimportant. Not pretty, strong, or talented enough to be of much worth, they work lower jobs. Cooks and maids, foot soldiers and punching bags. They are left to fill in the gaps—and aren’t noticed when they go missing. 

Just thinking of how certain tattoos or brandings signify which type of whump someone is. Thinking of how their age, their looks, their skills affect their pricing. Of how the faint chance of earning their freedom keeps whumps going, trying their best, pleasing their masters to the best of their ability. 

Thinking of how different masters treat their whumps. Of how whumps treat each other. Is there contempt among the Decor and Spectacles? Is there resentment among the Oxen and Mundanes? Do they see the others as competition, or do they try to help each other in the little ways they can? 

Just thinkin. 

(btw my taglist is open 😊)

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hello, whump writer. i officially grant you permission to write unrealistic whump. yes I know there are posts everywhere telling you that you can't write it that way. yes I know some people just prefer realistic whump. yes I know you want to please everyone. however please consider: I don't care, and write what you want to write. i love you.

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okaykay, so i've read alot of oneshots or stories about Whumpee's who heal instantly and how Whumper uses that to their advantage, but i've never seen anyone rlly expand on it too much.

Whumpee who heals instantly, even if it's around bullets. Whumpee who heals so insanely fast taht everytime they get whipped, Whumper's ripping the leather out of their skin. Whumper who likes to cut Whumpee and then stick their finger into the open wound as it heals around them just out of curiosity. Putting live insect into the cuts. placing larger objects that stop the wound from healing.

Team or friends find Whumpee littered in not only scars, but many many odd lumps. Doing ex-rays and having to remove tens of rusting bullets from them, which is obviously a struggle.

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there’s something about hands:

• splayed flat over someone’s chest, a warm, grounding anchor. “easy. easy. lay still.”

• knuckles raked across a sternum. “come on back now… that’s it. there you are. deep breaths for me.”

• the vulnerability of uncovering a painful wound to let someone else inspect it. “i promise i’ll be really gentle, but i have to take a look.”

• gently frantic. “oh my god. is that blood? is all of that yours?”

• A held captive, strung up to the rafters by their wrists. B finally rushes in, clutches A’s face in their hands, tips their chin up. desperately searches for any hint of awareness. “A. A, look at me. please look at me. i need a medic over here!”

• B’s cool hand pressed against A’s fever-hot forehead. bonus points if they cup the back of A’s head with the other hand at the same time. A closes their eyes and leans into the touch ever so slightly.

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(conditioned??) living weapon whose feelings towards whumper gravitate somewhere between "i'd burn the world for you" and "i'd kill you in an instant if you'd just let the leash slip"