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few things bring me more joy than a blood spattered face.

whose face is it? whumpees? caretakers? whumpers?

whose blood is it? whumpees? caretakers? whumpers?

how did it get there? did whumper bludgeon whumpee so hard the blood flicked all over their face, trickling down their smile lines? did whumpee watch caretaker take a bullet to the skull from behind, bits of brain splattering onto their horrified features? did caretaker go to examine the stab wound in whumpees chest, only for blood to squirt out onto their face with every shallow breath whumpee took? did whumpee kill whumper in a terror-induced frenzy, only for caretaker to arrive just as the finishing blow lands, and now whumpees looking up at the person they admire most with red speckled guilt painting their face?

so many possibilities and all of them are good

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Whump thing I've been thinking about a lot recently: just the inherent dangers of long, lonely journeys through wilderness. Running out of food, or falling and twisting an ankle (or breaking something, but even just twisting an ankle can be enough to land you in trouble in the right circumstances, and sometimes i like keeping things minimal, there's its own draw for me in the frustration of it being such a small thing that stops you) and being unable to get any help. Or hypothermia, or getting sick, or having to fend off opportunistic wild animals that just see a weakened lost creature like the whumpee as a good option for a meal

And then the end of it, stumbling at last, exhausted and hurt, an image of human endurance pushed to its extremes, back to somewhere among people. Being ushered inside, and hopefully provided with all they've been lacking for so long, and the whumpee just. collapses. They've been forcing themself onward, holding stubbornly on because there was no other way to survive, and now they can't help but let go and have everything crash over them in full force

(of course because i'm an incurable fantasy nerd, I like to imagine it in medieval fantasy setting, and the whumpee a messenger, sent to carry an important, urgent message - probably something that someone out there would much rather never got to its destination - to some far-off place, and suffering all this on the way)

Oh this is TASTYYYYYYYY. Love this (and I completely agree with you, medieval fantasy for the win!!!!)

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give me whumpees that are exhausted. they don't feel sick, they're not in pain, they're not experiencing panic attacks or flashbacks. they're just tired.

tired in the way that even the brightest colours feel grey. every movement feels heavy yet numb and weightless at the same time. they sit on the floor as they wait for their food to boil on the stove because they don't have the energy to stand up, and in the shower they just let the water wash over them because it takes too much effort to deal with soap.

tired in the way that they don't even feel like a person anymore because the life has just drained out of them. existing but not living.

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smthn smthn relief is temporary smthn smthn milk it for all it’s worth smthn smth don’t get attached

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ok so fun thing about repetitive injuries/lacerations/whatever is that once they're healed, you can get a kind of itching sensation or just general hyper-awareness of where the wounds should be. even if there's no scar, even if you were never hurt in that specific location, even if the wound was never that painful to begin with.

it's like your body is just expecting damage and isn't sure what to do now that there isn't any, so it just sends Feeling there. it's not painful and it's not quite itchy, more warm and fuzzy but not in a good way. distracting. and after a long time of it not going away: distressing.

give this feeling to your whumpee. after years of pain and cuts and bruises, being without pain is going to feel weird. what do they do to deal with it?

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One of my favourite tropes is when a whumpee is on the run from some kind of large group (government, private military, whatever).

Perhaps they can hear sirens getting closer, perhaps they think they might have escaped, but they're still running, trying to get far enough away to find somewhere to hide

They turn a corner, only to come face to face with the very people they're trying to avoid. Do they surrender when faced with the impossibility of escape? Or do they turn to run the other way - only to be met with more people blocking every exit.

Now surrounded, do they fight back? Going down kicking and biting even though there are too many people to fend off? Or do they slowly raise their hands, too exhausted from running.

Maybe someone forces them to their knees, maybe they're marched into a waiting vehicle at gunpoint, maybe they're knocked out before being dragged away.

But at the end it was always useless trying to run.

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i understand wanting to coddle your guy after the horrors or whatever but. there is something sooooo compelling about strangers and even friends flinching away from the Character in the aftermath. something’s not the same as it was, and maybe no one can put their finger on it—what draws their focus that never did before, the intensity of their attention, the way they set their jaw, now, and never quite fully relax their body. but it’s unsettling. even if you can’t name it, there’s the suspicion that something in them broke into a sharp edge, and people can sense the threat.

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cannibalism. or just like. being eaten. it doesn’t have to be by another human being (though that is extra fucked up and therefore better)

but seriously being eaten alive has to be one of the most terrifying experiences out there. imagine: whumpee gets tackled to the ground by a cannibal or an animal or some shit and it just starts tearing into whumpees abdomen, all while whumpee is fully aware of what’s going on. the unadulterated fear as they watch someone/thing sink teeth into their gut, piercing the skin and digging in deep, before ripping away and chowing down. plus it hurts like hell, which is great (well. for us at any rate). maybe whumpee tries to push them off, desperately shoving the animal/cannibal’s face away with their hands, only for a finger to get bitten off or smthn. whumpee is squirming and writhing and screaming in pain and freaking the fuck out bc no one, absolutely no one would be able to keep their cool in that situation. eventually they grab a nearby heavy object like a rock and use that to smash their aggressor’s skull in, maybe killing them, maybe just fucking them up enough for whumpee to escape. now, they have to make it back to safety whilst trying to keep their insides from literally (!) falling out of their body. not to mention all the blood loss

oh and then you have forced cannibalism, my darling. especially when the whumpee is forced to eat themselves. like whumper cuts off a slice of whumpees flesh, pries their jaw open, crams the “meat” inside and clamps a hand over their mouth, pinching their nose too, and doesn’t let go until whumpee swallows. imagine how much that would fuck a person up

and then you have recovery, which is gonna be bitch for about a million different reasons. one, blood loss. crazy amounts of blood loss. two, infection. mouths are filthy. three, all the surgeries that would be needed when there’s no flesh to contain whumpees innards. four, scars. imagine how fucked up those scars would be. five, trauma. jesus christ, so much trauma. whumpee is never ever gonna be the same again. i think it would be fun if they became a vegetarian bc every time they try an eat meat they get flashbacks and panic.

and caretaker has to deal with all of that whilst trying not to let their own mind spiral out of control bc what the fuck jesus christ dear god no

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in light of recent medical issues i would strongly recommend you give your whumpee shortness of breath. it’s not the most serious thing in the world but boy is it hard to ignore.

the first time it happened to me i fully had a panic attack bc i felt like i was literally suffocating, i thought i was gonna die. granted i was high at the time but yk what? just make your whumpee delirious and you get the same result. anyway by the third or fourth time i realised i wasn’t gonna die, i was just gonna suffer.

it fucking sucks. no matter how much air you suck in, it never feels like enough. just this constant discomfort you cannot escape. plus it makes you super aware of your breathing, and it makes sleeping really fucking hard. every five minutes you have to wake yourself up with a deep inhale and sigh bc otherwise you feel like you’re gonna suffocate. if it’s bad, it makes you feel dizzy as well, and if it’s really bad, it makes your lips go blue. i love it when a whumpee goes blue, i think it’s very underrated but that’s neither here nor there. the point is make one of whumpees symptoms shortness of breath, they’re gonna hate you for it

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The whiplash of a Carewhumper that's genuinely trying their best to be a good caretaker, but they are certainly far from the best.

One day they're giving Whumpee reassurance and comfort when they hit a limit and get overwhelmed. Usually Whumpee helps carry in groceries, but after they get overwhelmed at the store and start to break down in the car, Caretaker's understanding and receptive. They tell Whumpee that it's alright, they'll handle the groceries tonight if it's too much. Whumpee starts to learn the importance of respecting their limits that day.

But then, only a month later, Carewhumper's mad at Whumpee when they say, "I've been a bit overwhelmed today, so I might not be able to help carry things in today." They're passive aggressive, citing Whumpee's "attitude" as the cause for their frustration. Whumpee tries to apologize, to clarify what they meant, to make things right and to ask exactly what's wrong with their behavior so that they can at least try to fix it. But nothing's working, in fact, that only seems to piss Carewhumper off more.

Whumpee's left confused, and hurt. Wasn't it Carewhumper who taught them to respect their own limits? Didn't they show Whumpee the importance of setting up and protecting their boundaries? Aren't they allowed not to help? Why are they going against that now? It was fine before... If Carewhumper has an issue with them, then why didn't they say anything before?

"How can someone care about me so much, yet hurt me so deeply?"

"I still care about you -- I WANT to care about you -- despite all you've done to me..."

...When will it be too much?

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something something characters and their freak ass relationships with whoever pulled them out of hell. the wounds have scarred, the weight’s come back. their lows are still low but don’t destroy their house of cards like they used to. and if anything happened to the person who gave that to them, character is absolutely going to commit themselves to every horrific act of violence that might be necessary to fix it.

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when a character is crawling towards another bc they’re both too injured/weak to stand but desperately need to reach each other >>>>>

especially if the threat is still looming but all that matters is that they get to each other. GAH

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the trope of forcefully tattooing/cutting so as to scar your whumpee but make it criminal whump.

have your whumpee be falsely accused of being a snitch, whether through a misunderstanding or deliberate and malicious intent, and then mark them as such forever. there’s a couple way to do this:

1) tattooing. personally i love russian prison tattoos bc im unoriginal, so here are some of those: dots on the forehead = “bitch” (someone who sided with the authorities), a bow tie on the neck = a pickpocket who broke the thieves code & sided with the authorities, goat = informer (animal without honour), “I am a bitch” = pretty self explanatory, same goes for “informer-snitch” and “enemy of the people.” a lot of these forced tattoos involve sexual imagery to humiliate the wearer and were often tattooed onto obvious parts of the body like the face and hands. also if you’re into nsfwhump there is so much potential for it with this stuff

2) telephone wire. more specific this time, a telephone wire is the name of a scar that runs from your ear to the corner of your mouth and it means you’re a snitch. these were used in british prisons (they didn’t mark other prisoners as much but they did/still do some crazy punishments which i might talk about some other time)

anyway just consider that aftermath of these. with a normal whumpee, when they get marked for life, it mainly serves as a reminder of what happened. it’s intended for whumpee. with criminal marks, however, they are not for whumpee; they’re for other criminals. they’re basically coded signs that say “hey this person sucks” and the thing about criminals is that they’re often fairly violent. if you give your whumpee a telephone wire, they’re gonna be subjected to beatings and punishments for quite possibly the rest of their life.

bc it’s not like it’s gonna be easy for them to avoid criminals if they themselves are a criminal. supposedly they could go straight, but that’s already really difficult for ex cons, let alone ex cons with a prison mark readily visible. so they won’t be able to find employment and if they do crime then they seriously risk running into other criminals and getting the shit beaten out of them. theyll be trapped.

also, for russian prison tattoos: very high risk of infection and disease. they often made the ink out of ashes from the burnt up heel of a shoe mixed with piss. so yeah shits probably gonna be nasty. also also they can be removed, but that in and of itself is a very painful process. you can just cut off the tattooed skin (love a bit of flaying) or you can bandage magnesium powder from filed down lawnmower casing onto the tattoo, which will dissolve the skin with caustic burns. ouch.

the moral of the story is prison whump continues to knock it out the park

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Hypervigilance in whump.

Jumping at loud noises, or when someone quietly comes from behind, or even because they rounded the corner and locked eyes with someone when they didn't expect anybody.

Having to sit with their back to the wall, keeping as much of the room as possible in eyesight and always aware of the nearest exit.

Always thinking through every decision, identifying any possible problem, and planning for it. Whumpee calls it being prepared, caretaker calls it anxiety.

Being physically incapable of dropping their guard, even when completely alone in their safest spot.

Seeming almost empathic to caretaker's emotional state, because they've spent so long needing to anticipate whumper's in order to survive.

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umm what about mock executions in whump

Whumpee forced to spend hours digging their own grave, only to be told they’re not going to be put in it….“this time”

A gun pointed directly at Whumpee’s head and the trigger pulled only to be revealed it’s not loaded

Team whump where everyone is blindfolded and shots ring out, then everyone is put back in separate cells and left to question who actually was killed (if anyone)

Whumpee is repeatedly strangled/suffocated/dunked beneath water justtt to the losing consciousness, then given a break long enough not to pass out. When they’re finally able to breathe enough to speak, Whumper forces them to beg for their life to be spared (Whumper was never planning on killing them to begin with)

Whumper smirking with malevolent satisfaction as a typically stoic Whumpee pleads for their life

ORRR a stoic Whumpee just stares them down over the barrel of the gun and Whumper begins to get frustrated that things aren’t going to plan

Whumpee dragged from their cell in the middle of the night, forced to kneel, and told they’ll be killed once the executioner arrives. They wait for hours on their knees before being taken back to their cell without explanation. Repeat for a week straight

What might Whumpee feel afterwards? On edge, convinced they could be killed any moment? Humiliated that they broke down in fear? Furious that Whumper played such a sick mind game on them? A twisted sense of gratitude that they were allowed to live?? Many options

a few dialogue prompts:

“No - no, I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die, please!”

Just - do it already! Just do it!”

“Oh, man - I’m kidding. You should’ve seen the look on your face!”

“I want all of you to remember this the next time you think you want to be all tough like Whumpee here.”

“Convince me.”

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very much inspired by this post by @pvtashby !

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characters apologizing for things they have no control over. mumbling sorry while losing consciousness. feeling ashamed of a bleeding wound. embarrassed when an infection sets in. deep seated feverish guilt when they need to be carried, when their legs won't keep them upright anymore and they lean heavy on a friend, slurring apologies..........

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The 4 rules to whump

1. If the canon doesn’t have whump you add the whump

2. If the canon has a little bit of whump you times that by a hundred

3.if the canon has lots of thump you times that by a hundred as well

4. If the canon is overflowing with thump you still add more!!

I believe in you