#bonus points for fearful or delirious whumpee

[whumpprentice]

you know what trope drives me absolutely feral? Repetition. Just :

"Hey, hey, it's okay"

"Shh, you're safe, you're safe, it's alright "

"Look at me. Hey, look at me"

"Stay with me. Come on, just stay with me"

"It's over. It's over now."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"

"I'm here. I'm right here"

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Hm.. today I'm thinking about like. A sick whumpee who doesn't realize how badly off they are but everyone else does. So the worry from their friends and caretaker(s) seems disproportionate and it only embarrasses them. Maybe they've been sick before and nobody took care of them so they're just used to looking after themselves or people not caring that much, or maybe they're just really really out of touch with how bad they're supposed to feel and not feel. Maybe they're just so out of it they don't even recognize how sick they are. Either way they really don't think all the care they're getting is necessary. Caretaker offers to help them eat/drink? No way they don't need that, sure they can't sit up without feeling like they're about to pass out but they don't need help. Their fever's really high and they're miserable and achy and borderline delirious and Caretaker asks if they want someone to sit with them until they fall asleep? Why should they do that? Sure they're miserable but it's not like they can't handle it. They try to get up and continue whatever chore or activity they've been working on and are gently led back to bed by very concerned friends - well, why shouldn't they get up? Why is everybody treating them like they're helpless? They might feel worse than they ever have in their life, but they can still function, right? Bonus points if they refuse the help offered to them out of fear, scared that if they accept their friends will only turn around and call them too needy.

[leyswhumpdump]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

It kind of surprises me to realise this, but restraints are chronically underused in a lot of otherwise whumpy media. Not the restraints themselves, but the process of actually tying up the whumpee. I’ve noticed a lot of scene cuts between initial capture and being restrained (or it’s over in a sentence or a few seconds), and I feel like there’s so much whumpy potential there.

Like. The symbolism and fear in restraining the whumpee’s limbs, especially if this is the first time it’s happened to them. The shift in the power dynamic, especially if the whumper has been established as physically or socially weaker than the whumpee. The sense of freedom, previously taken for granted, that flees with every extra loop of rope around the whumpee’s wrists. The resulting desperation. And while a completely-restrained whumpee is so fun to watch struggle, I personally love it when the whumpee still has a shot at escaping and can’t quite overpower their whumper before it’s too late.

Similarly, when the whumpee is first gagged. The initial terror when they realise what the whumper is planning, the desperate struggles to keep their mouth shut. The humiliation and invasiveness of having something stuffed past their teeth, the frantic attempts to spit it out before whumper can tie a knot or lock the thing around their head. Maybe they actually succeed, and have to go through the whole thing again with a spinning head or black eye.

I feel like the more it’s built up, the more they struggle or panic, the more impact it has when they’re defeated.

474 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

#4

Whumpees being rescued by stranger caretakers is such a vibe. The fear of not knowing they’re safe. The caretaker being uncertain of what exactly Whumpee went through, or worrying they’ve made a mistake in helping the injured / feverish / terrified little mess that’s cowering or unconscious in their spare room.

And then the early recovery period. When Whumpee whispers their own name for the first time. When Caretaker tries to coax out information with food and kindness. When the seeds of doubt begin to soothe themselves until eventually they’re washed away, and Whumpee and Caretaker form an alliance if not a friendship.

Later on, Whumpee wonders how they could ever repay such kindness. The thought of someone like Caretaker helping someone like them is almost unfathomable, and once it’s actually sunk in, they break down sobbing and can’t be consoled.

Of course, once the tears have dried they are fiercely loyal to Caretaker, and will do anything in the world for this no-longer-stranger they now owe their life to.

614 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

#3

Nearly Unconscious Whumpees

I know we love unconscious whumpees. How about nearly unconscious whumpees?

Caretaker is trying to carry Whumpee to safety but Whumpee is kind of delirious and the little consciousness they do have is absolutely fixated on one thing, e.g. the wellbeing of a fellow whumpee. Bonus points if it’s something less consequential, like fretting about the blood they’re getting on Caretaker’s clothing. Extra bonus points if their mumblings show a complete lack of understanding of the situation, such as pleading for Whumper not to hurt them or asking when Caretaker’s getting here.

Whumpee’s eyes are open and Caretaker thinks they’re more alert than they are. It’s only when Caretaker tries to get them to sit up and has to support their limp head and neck that they see their glazed expression.

Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness without realising it, so what may seem to be a coherent conversation to them is strung out over full minutes or even hours for Caretaker.

Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, realising it, and panicking as much as they are mentally capable of doing at that moment. Caretaker has to soothe them and let them know it’s all right, they’re in safe hands and Caretaker won’t let anything happen to them.

Caretaker carrying Whumpee over their shoulder and having to set them down on a bed or a table. Whumpee’s limbs ragdolling as Whumpee mumbles weak apologies.

Whumpee lying in a bed and seemingly unconscious, but Caretaker knows they still have some alertness because they squeeze Caretaker’s hand really tightly.

Whumpee wishing they could pass out completely because the pain is too much for them.

And two more (reference to noncon drugging and nonsexual noncon touching):

Whumper has drugged Whumpee into a hazy state. When Whumpee gets rescued, they’re terrified Caretaker thinks they’re drunk or deliberately intoxicated.

Creepy Whumper doing something intimate like stroking Whumpee’s hair. Whumpee is either frightened but unable to pull themselves away, or not conscious enough to really be scared or know who’s touching them.

718 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

#2

Sleeping Whumpees

Sleeping whumpees. Curled up on cold cell floors, seeking the only escape they can get. Eyes red behind their closed lids because they cried themselves to sleep. Tucked up under warm blankets. Cradled by a caretaker. Peaceful and smiling even in slumber, or screaming from night terrors. Restless from fever. Exhausted in the back of a car, their mind and body just given out. Falling asleep after fighting it for so long.

Just an adorable trope all round.

778 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Early Recovery / Comfort Aesthetics

Oversized clothing, especially big baggy sweaters with sleeves that fall over the hands. Great for hiding old wounds or just as something soft to hide in. Bonus points if the clothing belongs to Caretaker.

Being touch starved but overwhelmed by the thought of Caretaker actually touching them. Enveloping themselves in different textures and using a weighted blanket to ease them back into physical touch that won’t hurt. Maybe cuddling with a plushie or a pet.

Rolling into a tiny ball at perceived threats, trying to make themselves invisible. Alternatively, being a feral hissy kitten and needing to be calmed down.

Having all the knots and tangles gently brushed out of their hair <3

Having their hair stroked by Caretaker.

Having their hair washed by Caretaker.

Caretaker preparing their comfort foods.

Constantly asking Caretaker if Whumper knows where they are, and Caretaker’s heart breaking for the hundredth time as they patiently explain that Whumper won’t ever hurt them again.

Sleepy whumpees who can’t keep their eyes open, melting against Caretaker’s shoulder or into their lap as they fall asleep.

Whumpees that cling to their comfort items even after rescue. A blanket or family photo or a teddy bear constantly in their hand.

Whumpees waking up from the first sleep they’ve had in months that isn’t full of nightmares or night terrors. Rolling over and burying themselves in the covers for a lie-in, no longer afraid of the thought of sinking back into dreams.

1,400 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

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[whumpwillow]

Whumper decides to drug Teammate, but Teammate gets the syringe out of his hand and jab him with it.

And whumper is not as burly/muscular as the teammate, so the amount of the drug is potentially lethal for him.

Hero arrives to help her mostly uninjured but thoroughly pissed off team member, and also finds Whumper, burning up and delirious from the drugs he was injected with. When Hero convinces Teammate to help get Whumper (or Whumpee now, I guess) to the medics, Whumper tries to beg for mercy, but the words are so slurred hero can barely understand him.

Bonus points if the medics can't do anything, and it takes a while for the drugs to leave Whumper's system, during which time he nearly dies. When the drugs are leaving his system, he wakes up, but with none of his usual arrogant attitude. He's blubbering about how sorry he is, and please don't drug him again, he promises to be good.

ah, some good ol' drug whump

classic symptoms of drugs and drug withdrawal: hot flashes, anxiety, panic attacks, restlessness, irritability, fatigue, poor appetite, insomnia, poor concentration, poor memory, headaches, dizziness, chest tightness, difficulty breathing, racing heart, stomach aches, muscle tension, twitches, tremors, shakes, muscle aches, sweating, tingling

all of that is pretty whumpy and makes for a good combination of things

whumperee is stranded in this haze of fear and pain and delirium

the others don't show him any sympathy since he was going to do this exact thing to their teammate, though they don't take into account how it's affecting whumperee more because the dosage was adjusted for teammate's body size and not whumperee's, meaning that it wouldn't have been this bad on teammate

whumperee is sick for days on end and has to be constantly monitored and given fluids to prevent dehydration

whumperee thinks they're dying and gets so scared and starts sobbing hysterically

at the end of it, whumperee is so weak and frail from everything and they can barely move with how achey they are from shivering for days on end and getting barely any sleep

[aurorawest]

Whump Game

I was tagged by @mareebird about a hundred years ago. Thanks!

Rules

List your top three whump tropes and tag people.

Whoever gets tagged gets to say how they feel about your top three tropes.

After finishing that, they can list their top three tropes, and the tagging cycle goes on!

So, first, @mareebird‘s top 3:

Becoming delirious due to loss of blood. Mistaking the people around them for other people, seeing things that aren’t there. Hallucinations of people they regret harming are especially good. - Yes. Excellent. I am here for this, especially hallucinations of other people. Bonus points if that person actually appears and the whumpee doesn’t know if they’re real or hallucination.

The general panic in believing the end is drawing near, with fears about the afterlife or lack thereof. When the focus shifts to psychological comfort because there’s nothing physically that can be done. Death is coming. - Hm. I like the thought of this, but I tend to write this more going on inside Loki’s one person’s head, and by the time any of it gets articulated, he they’ve accepted their death.

When the whumpee looks directly into the eyes of the one person they are most afraid of leaving behind, and the look says more than they could ever put to words. - adkfj;akdjfkad;fkjkdj;afjkdf

And my favorite whump tropes:

Forced to watch, especially dub/non con. Forced to participate is also excellent.

Lovingly calling the whumpee an idiot for getting hurt.

Fighting through pain.

I’ll tag @bereft-of-frogs @adreamer67 @franniebanana @thelightofthingshopedfor

[collapse-and-comfort]

~Whumpy Sedation Tropes~

This started as something for @the-wandering-whumper‘s always amazing Trope Appreciation Tuesday...but it sort of snowballed. Feel free to add your own if you want!

-A whumpee who is dragged into a hospital. They’re hurt and delirious, and it’s clear they’re not going to allow anyone near enough to help without being given some sort of chemical restraint.

-The doctor/caretaker uncapping/filling a hypodermic needle, while telling the whumpee it’ll help calm them down, and that it’s for their own good. (Bonus points if that declaration does anything but calm them down.)

-A belligerent, temperamental whumpee struggling at the sight of a needle, and saying, “You stick me with that, and I swear I’ll [Insert preferred, angry, desperate threat.]!”

-Or a whumpee who is trying to remain calm, but is still struggling. They’re begging not to be put under, and trying to reason their way out of it; their breath escalating, and their voice rising in pitch. “Please, you don’t have to do this! No!”  

-The whumpee continuing to thrash and struggle, despite being so hopelessly outnumbered and outmuscled. When the sedative takes its toll, they have no choice but to crumple into the arms they’d been so vehemently fighting against. 

-The whumpee being brought, doped and barely able to keep their head up, to a bed where they are carefully set down and adjusted on the mattress. They’re left alone; their mind and body reeling. 

-The caretaker, directly after having administered a sedative to a panic-stricken friend: “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m sorry. It’s all done. I know. I know. Shh shh shh.” They soothe their friend until they lose consciousness. All the while they are needled by the look of betrayal on the whumpee’s face. 

-When the caretaker turns over one of the whumpee’s vulnerable arms in order to find a vein.

-The whumpee sees a nurse or doctor inject something into an IV. They have just enough time to wonder what the drug is before it hits their bloodstream and begins to take effect. 

-The way a whumpee’s eyes are half-lidded as their head lolls on the pillow.

-Tranquilizer darts! The whumpee’s pain and surprise at the impact of the dart. They fight it as they stagger, and their vision grows blurry. There’s the inevitable loss of control, and collapse. The last thing they see is their pursuers advancing on them.

-The “Here, drink this. It’ll help,” variety. The whumpee accepts a warm mug from a trusted friend. They understand the implication of the words, and they work their way up to drinking what’s in the mug. They gradually relax and drift off. When they wake up, they’re covered in a blanket. 

-The whumpee’s consciousness dredging itself from the grip of whatever they’ve been dosed with. Everything comes back slowly. They’re sluggish, and disoriented, with fear and anxiety still dogging them. 

-When, from beyond their line of sight, comes a gentle, familiar voice assuring them that everything is okay; that they’re safe, and they can just rest. 

[thomothysdoodles]

Comfort always good too! My favorites are when the characters, in this case it would be Eric, are all bloody and someone’s holding them or cleaning them up or protecting. 🔑 what’s your favorites?

Oh boy don’t even get me started.

I mean when the caretaker gently patches up the whumpee and ever so softly tries to get answers out of them about what happened

Or when there is that moment when the character finally realizes that there is some one who cares about them, who’s ready to jump in front of a bullet for them (bonus points if it’s literal)

Or like, imagine Eric—in this scenario—delirious from pain fear or fever, sobbing and calling for his mom, his brothers, even his dad. And when eventually someone gets to him, he doesn’t even recognize them at first but all it takes is a soft hug to let him calm down and finally settle to sleep....

I don’t know man, just... comfort after all the pain endured..

[rough-and-whump]

RWT: Drugged Edition

I know I did a RWT: Spoken Word on drugged scenarios, but I was so inspired by a recent post from @thewhumpster that I needed to write a whole other collection of whumpy thoughts.

This post is informed by my own experience with drugs (weed, alcohol, painkillers), my research as an aspiring psychonaut, and then the rest is just whumpy fluff because why not?

[There’s a bit of an “Author’s Note” about drugs at the bottom - but for now - to the whump!]

Psychedelics/Hallucinogens

A whumpee who is very experienced in psychedelics/hallucinogens/harder drugs is dosed with something he knows is bad news. He’s tried it once before, cautiously and with a lot of preparation, but it was still horrible and he never felt tempted to try it again. He’s been dosed with the equivalent of a heroic dose, and the come up is just starting - he knows panicking will make it worse, but he’s so fucking terrified. (might do a write up of this with the Sarge’s surprisingly delinquent bf, Dai)

A caretaker - who appears to the team to be a straight-and-narrow type - is thrown into the spotlight when the whumpee comes back having just been dosed with their first psychedelic. The whumpee is already falling to anxiety and spiraling into a bad trip. No one knows what to do and the tension in the room is making it worse. The caretaker breaks their silence, carries the whumpee into a small room, cozies it up and proceeds to trip sit of the fucking year. They reassure the whumpee, make them comfortable, talk about whatever (idk yet what a shroom convo sounds like), etc. They manage to get the whumpee calm, keep them reassured, etc. Finally, the whumpee falls asleep and the caretaker can leave them to sleep - with every intention of coming back in just a second - so they leave the room. Once the door closes behind them, they sink to the floor, shaking and breaking down. Finally letting themselves express the fear and terror they felt the entire time, but forced down so that they wouldn’t trigger a bad trip for the whumpee.

A whumpee’s terror at what’s actually fairly mundane things, amplified by a strong hallucinogen that induces paranoia and fear.

A heavily drugged whumpee is sent out - unarmored and unarmed - into the middle of some sort of active battlefield. They’re delirious, starved, sleep deprived, and barely able to walk. Visuals, distortions and complete removal of a sense of reality overwhelm them. Can the whumper feel what’s going on? Are they afraid? What do you think they see? What does their side of the fight do? Are they even on a side in this fight?

Painkillers

Our whumpee is a high-powered businesswoman. Some sort of executive, she’s the sort of woman who commands a room the second her high-heels meet the marble flooring. But she’s not only addicted to painkillers, she can’t function without them. Her doctor has told her she’ll die of liver failure before she’s 50 if she keeps going the way she is. She has trouble sleeping, struggles with heart palpitations, and can’t even remember what it’s like not on the pills. But she craves the light-headed disorientation that comes with an excessive dose. She needs it. Can’t deal with all these people, all the dresses, all the fucking high heels, without them. 

A poor naive cinnamon roll whumpee accidentally (maybe a mislabeled bottle, or they grabbed a handful and went for it out of desperation) takes too many painkillers. As they start to feel loopy, they freak out. It’s like they can feel their heart pounding, they feel like their eyes are wigging out, and they don’t know if they’re walking straight. 

Fictional/Fantasy Drugs

[Fictional] A drug enhances Powers, and a poor whumpee has been injected. Do they suffer from horrible side-effects as their Powers increase? Are the side effects from their Power or the drug? Do they struggle to control their powers and end up doing something they regret? Or making a costly mistake?

[Fantasy] A friend in the party is a lycan - but it’s a secret, and no one knows. All they know is she brews a special tea and enjoys it nightly, and drinks it nearly constantly some days (DC 12 Investigation reveals those are days surrounding the full moon). A curious little rascal in the party sneaks some of the tea - and discovers it has horrible consequences for non-lycans. How does the party react?

[Fictional] In a sci-fi world, there’s a rare drug that’s actually a sort of self-contained virus. A naive rookie (here comes #FuturePD again) tries to infiltrate a local dealer’s circle and gets caught. He’s injected with the drug and he’s entirely unfamiliar with how to navigate it - what’s his reaction? What are the sensations? Is he suggestable irl? Is he locked in his own mind with his body free to control?

Bonus Scenarios!

Bonus to the Psychedelics/Hallucinogens 2: The team confronts the caretaker after check up number 3 on the sleeping whumpee. They demand to know why/how the caretaker knows so much about this (maybe they’re suspicious that the caretaker might’ve been working in league with the whumper?). The caretaker admits that they use psychedelics regularly, including microdosing, which is the only way they could keep up with the team. Considering caretaker is their key tactician, this surprises the group - they’ve always been the “smart one”. The caretaker is afraid of the team’s reactions, considering they think that everyone else is straight and narrow types. 

Bonus to Psychedelics/Hallucinogens 2: The Caretaker reveals to the team later that they were raised to think using anything “additional” was not only a weakness but a sin. The drugs Caretaker uses now are almost a sign of their progress in breaking out of the “conditioning” their family put them through growing up.

[Author’s Note time: I am getting all preachy and all political. If that’s not your jam, gtfo quick. Don’t @ me, bruh. If that be your jam, tho, proceed with caution and remind yourself that I’m some idiot on Tumblr and not a fuckin’ doctor. 

Continued under the break.] 

So, I do drugs. Weed, namely, but I do intend to trip on shrooms soon.

Growing up, I never even knew where to get weed. Since legalization I’ve been using it more and more. I’ve found many benefits from it and it’s changed how I think about drugs.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that caffeine, tobacco, and alcohol are all drugs. Sometimes it’s easy to accept side-effects from drugs we can buy from the pharmacy. Sometimes it’s easy to forget that drugs like weed, LSD, shrooms, and others have legitimate and actual medical use.

That said, it’s also easy to wave a magic wand or put on green glasses and think “hey, it’s a medicine, so I can use it for anything”.

There’s a difference between using a drug as recreation or medication and abusing it to the point of dependency.

I used to pop 4 platinum robax in the parking lot before I dragged myself into the office (this was years ago now) and have 4-12 more throughout the day. Because the mindless disorientation made it easier to deal with the shit I was seeing at work and the abuse my bosses doled out. I continued this for 3 months. 

I would almost always be dizzy. It became something like my goal to always be somewhat “off”. Because then at least I wasn’t confronting my reality.

That didn’t work out well for me. I had to go on medical leave within 6 months. I was a wreck physically for about a year, and it’s only recently that I feel like I’ve finally gotten all that robax out of my system.

Getting out of that shithole, getting psychological help, and getting a diagnosis for Generalized Anxiety Disorder did help. And now, after two years of pharmaceutical SSRIs and therapy, I’m beginning to transition away from pharmaceutical SSRIs. I don’t want to have to take drugs my whole life, but if I must, I’d rather take CBD oil made out of a plant and MCT oil than something synthesized in a lab that has a marked chance of giving me liver failure, increased risk of heart disease, etc.

Seeking psychological help is healthy - it doesn’t mean you’re “weak” or you’re “crazy” or anything like that. It just means you need some help from a professional life-problem solver. Who happens to know how to talk you in circles enough that your own brain starts finally listening to you and not your insecurities and demons.

Anyways. That’s it for Rough being a pontificating bitch. I have whump to do.

Be safe, do drugs, practice harm reduction.