#feral whumpee

[cicutagreninja]

a imprisoned (possibly feral?) whumpee having a panic attack after waking up in the cell. Thrashing around in a blind panic, maybe hitting their head if in a tiny space. Maybe screaming for help. Caretaker finally being allowed to come in and calm them down.

“Hey, hey look at me. You’re okay, it’s okay. We’re gonna be okay. J-just breathe for me for a second, okay?”

[chickenandwhumplings]

Whumpee who bites. Literally. Whumper gets too close? Gets bitten. Caretaker tries to touch them as a way to comfort them? Gets bitten. Whumpee just being a feral little creature and biting anyone who they deem a threat. Especially if they’re trying to make themself look big and threatening. This could also work really well for a nonhuman whumpee

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee had grown aggressive, attacking the whumper whenever they came too close and snapping at anything that got too close to them. This meant that during their rescue, their rescuers had to restrain them just to get them to safety- but not before the whumpee injured plenty of people.

[whumpy-bi]

Rescuers/medics bringing in a more “emotionally aware” member of their crew to talk to a recently rescued Whumpee, who has spent the past few days lashing out and refusing any treatment.

They’re crouched behind their bed when Caretaker walks in, wide eyes watching them intently. They know Caretaker can see them—the bed is giving them a sense of security, Caretaker figures, a barrier between them and anyone else.

Caretaker keeps their voice soft, but loud enough that Whumpee can hear them. “Hey,” they start.

“You’re Whumpee, right?” They only nod to themself, knowing the answer. “I’m Caretaker…” They notice the apprehension in Whumpee’s stare.

“I’m not a medic, don’t worry. I just want to talk to you, would that be okay?”

Whumpee finally nods. Good, an acknowledgment.

Caretaker slowly lowers themselves to their knees, stopping at eye level with Whumpee. Notably, they hadn’t attempted to come any closer, nor attempted to move Whumpee from behind the bed.

“I heard you were a little upset this morning. Is that true?”

Finally, a verbal response.

“Yeah.”

“I heard you got pretty angry, with the medic. That true, too?”

“…Am I in trouble?”

Caretaker shakes their head, resting their hands on their knees. “No, not at all. I just want to understand what happened. Do you know why you were angry?”

“…No. I just didn’t want them near me.”

They hummed in thought. “Well…I’ve also heard you haven’t been able to sleep since we brought you here.”

Whumpee was silent, but frowned.

“I know I always feel pretty crappy when I can’t sleep. I get angrier than I mean to. Do you think maybe that’s why?”

“…Maybe.”

“Well, that’s alright. I can help you figure out how to get some sleep, we can talk about that too. But do you remember specifically why you lashed out at the medic today? What did—“

“He grabbed me. I don’t want people to grab me. He wouldn’t stop grabbing me.”

Caretaker nodded again, shifting their jaw as they listened. “That makes sense. I probably wouldn’t like that, either. What if he asked to touch you, before he did?”

Whumpee was silent again, but they quirked their head to the side. Considering.

“I’m sure we can all do that, asking to do things. We can tell you what we’re doing, before we do it. So you know how we’re helping you. Would that help? I think that’d be a lot less frustrating.”

Whumpee mumbled, now. They’d come closer to the other side of the bed.

“Maybe, yeah.”

Caretaker smiled warmly. “That’s good, I can tell them that. Now…I wanna help you get some sleep. I think that’ll help you feel a lot better, too.”

They watch Whumpee quietly as they climb back onto the bed, careful not to move too quickly themselves.

“Is it hard to sleep in here?”

No answer again. Caretaker glances over to the window.

“It’s pretty bright outside, isn’t it? Even with the parking lot lights at night. I can get some heavier curtains, if you’d—“

“It’s hot.” Whumpee’s voice is barely there, a hushed mumble.

Caretaker’s eyebrows raise, their expression a relieved smile. This was good.

“Yeah? I can’t sleep if it’s too warm, either. Here, I can…” They very slowly rise to stand, keeping eye contact with Whumpee as they do so. “I can lower the temperature, that’ll help a lot. I’ll just make it a little cooler in here…I can make sure you have water at night, too. Nice cold water.”

Whumpee watches them closely as they adjust the temperature, less apprehensive than before.

Caretaker suppresses a chuckle at Whumpee’s expression. “You look pretty tired, Whumpee. You wanna try sleeping again?”

“…Maybe.”

They let Caretaker help adjust them into a sleeping position, leaving the blanket by their ankles for now. As Caretaker goes for the light switch, Whumpee calls out one more time.

“Will you come back?”

“Sure I will, Whumpee. I’ll check on you a lot, you can ask for me whenever you want. Why?”

“I…liked talking to you.”

“I liked talking to you, too, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s prolonged nap that day was the best sleep they’d had in months.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

one of my favorite types of whumpee is an injured, human whumpee who has their back (literally) against the wall as they snarl and hiss, like a wounded animal, at anybody who tries to get close to them, whether it be whumper or caretaker.

whumpee may be injured and terrified, but they will bite any hand that comes too close.

actually, just like any animal, the fact that they are hurting and are scared, with no other choice but to fight, just makes them more unpredictable and unstable; a danger to themself and those around them.

[cyberwhumper]

The animal is quite skittish. Despite being alone in the quiet room, able to do whatever it pleases, the creature chooses to spend days pressed up against the corner, terrified of imaginary punishments that don't seem to come. Even as Imran steps into the room to swap old food for a fresh serving, the biopet still doesn't move much from its spot despite being so obviously terrified of him. Every step makes Horus flinch in fear.

He had been so patient with it up to this point, giving the injured creature plenty of space and a consistent environment to help soothe its nerves, yet Imran still couldn't help but feel concern. It hasn't eaten in almost a week, it barely moves from the corner of the room, it whimpers if the man so much as looks it in the eyes. At night it cries itself to sleep, the soft sobbing carried through the house tugging painfully at Imran's heartstrings.

The bruises and cuts which littered its body blossomed into horrifying shades of crimson and purple, areas where he hadn't even noticed the animal was hurt seeming to be bruised as well. In fairness, his eagerness to remove the creature out of that squalid situation likely played a part. He should have inspected Horus better, assessed the damage more calmly, actually planned what to do once he got home. Not that it seemed to mind.

Imran doesn't know whether or not it's even intelligent enough to understand what's happening around it. In the eyes of an animal, the constant change in environments, owners, even down to the rules it's supposed to follow, must be extremely stressful. In a way, he almost hopes Horus doesn't understand, so that it may be spared the burden of knowing the full extent of what it has gone through.

It takes almost another entire week before Imran catches the faintest glimpse of progress, the slightest sliver of hope. The animal, hungry and desperate, had slowly dragged itself to the food bowl. He caught it passed out right on top, so exhausted it didn't seem to have had the energy to drag itself back. Food, he hoped, could be the way to coax the biopet out of its shell. To get confirmation that his strategy was working made Imran elated.

Perhaps one day he could live to see a situation in which Horus would truly be happy and healthy.

Perhaps then, and only then, he could feel like he atoned.

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[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

rescued whumpees are good but they're even better when they're fucking feral.

kicking, hollering, biting, scratching anyone who even tries to come near them, let alone touch them in any capacity.

huddling themself up in a corner or under furniture as some sort of escape.

literally growling/hissing, glaring at everyone with shifty and untrusting eyes, ready to pounce the moment they see a chance at escape.

not believing the hand reaching to bandage their wound won't make them hurt even worse afterwards.

gaining and losing trust with a caretaker in half a second when they move too fast or try to touch something that hurts.

having to be worked with for days, weeks, months just to get them to settle down when another person occupies the same space as them.

only bonding with other whumpees who were only just recently rescued as well, immediately sensing a similar distress and trying to comfort them

becoming twice as feral when it comes to 'protecting' said whumpee friend from all these people that just want to help

making so much progress in learning how to be comfortable with someone, only to have it undone by an innocent mistake that triggers their past abuse

latching on to one specific caretaker only and being a hellion with anyone else because they're just not the same

causing such a ruckus for so long that it's unnaturally eerie to see them quiet and submissive when a certain face appears to offer their assistance in taming them...

[demondamage]

Wild/Feral whumpy being captured, forcibly bathed, their long locks shaved off, and cleaned up enough for the well off and classy carewhumper they're being sold off too. No matter what training and manners carewhumper tries to condition into the feral little creature it just seems to fight back harder...

[whumpster-dumpster]

Ngl I think with enough time I would end up becoming one of those feral whumpees because some IRL people really do put the burning urge in the pit of my stomach to actually literally hiss and claw and bite

[justbreakonme]

“Ouch- Fuck, Whumpee, stop- I’m trying to help you!”

Caretaker had one hand around Whumpees wrist and the other desperately fumbling for the pills the doctor had given them. They’d tried everything else.

Whumpee had dug them out of everything they’d tried to hide them in, and no amount of begging or bargaining was going to convince them to take them on their own.

But they were just going to keep getting worse without them. They were practically feral at this point, the pain and fear making them fight tooth and nail against anything and anyone that dared come near them.

Whumpee scrabbled at their trapped arm, gouging into Caretakers arm viciously with their still untrimmed nails. Blood dripped over their hands and to the floor but still, Caretaker held on, found the pill, and moved in.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I hope you’ll forgive me later…” they pleaded, before stuffing the pill down Whumpees throat, yanking their hand back before Whumpee could bite them.

They let go, and Whumpee scrambled back into the corner, chest heaving and wild eyes fixed on them warily.

“They’re gonna make you feel better, I swear… I promise, I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you…”

Their words are punctuated with the sound of blood dripping to the floor.

They took a better look at Whumpees scratches and winced.

They got me good, that’s for sure.

Long claw marks reached their inner elbow, a few had managed to catch their shoulder and jaw, but most were concentrated around their wrist, frantic and wild in their unevenness.

They sighed, looking between their arm and Whumpee, and sent up a silent prayer that those pills would do something.

Then, they grabbed a rag, mopped up the blood, and got to work with the first aid kit.

They didn’t mean to.

Something had taken over then when Caretaker had grabbed their wrist, and it wasn’t… It wasn’t Caretaker who they saw anymore.

Now, they saw them. Saw their blood under their nails and smeared across their hands and chest, dripping onto the floor.

Hot tears began to fall as Caretaker merely retreated, wrapping their arm as if it was just a paper cut.

Like the ungrateful beast in the corner hadn’t tried to rip them to shreds for trying to help.

“I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean- I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry…” they managed, their apology sounding whiny and flimsy even to their own ears.

“You were just defending yourself,” Caretaker said after a moment, “I just wish you could feel safe with me.”

Me too… Like nothing else I’ve ever wanted in my whole life…

(This is little and slapdash but your comment gave me an idea, so here it is and thank you!)

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The caretaker had found the whumpee by complete accident, but of course they couldn’t just leave them with someone like the whumper- but of course, rescue wasn’t easy. The whumpee would hiss and bite them at every turn, the caretaker tried their best to explain that they only wanted to help, but any move they made just made the whumpee think they were being aggressive.

[oddsconvert]

I'm really feeling a pure innocent whumpee ... absolutely precious little buttercup, wouldn't say boo to a goose. Timid, sweet little thing 🥹

Until Whumpers claws have been in them for a good while - and now they've grown to be a feral creature in the face of their abuse. A switch has been flicked. Scratching and hissing - screaming and swinging punches, using every curse word under the sun when they've never swore a day in their life. The whumper/s can't even get near them, maybe they chuck food through bars because they want to keep their fingers-

Even when they get to go home. Whumpee's loved ones knew they'd never get them back exactly the same after what they've been through - but they weren't expecting an animal that fights and growls at them at the slightest movement.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Do you have any prompt ideas for ‘feral breaking?’

A whumper or caretaker having a whumpee in their care either recovering or handling either person. With caretaker trying to reverse the damage done to them, with whumper acting animalistic or overly hostile, or with Whumper seeing Whumpee’s resistance as ‘feral’ and trying to break them of the habit, treating them like a ‘bronco’ (horse term) or some wild animal to be domesticated?

Mental or physical Whumps apply! I’m just looking to see your thoughts or prompts on it

love it when a whumpee who is — was — feral and dangerous got put in their place and into eventual submission. literally got whumperflies every time.

WHUMPER X FERAL WHUMPEE

tw: dehumanization, description of abuse, nonsexual nudity

whumpee getting stripped against their will by the orderlies of the facility in which they were admitted (captured). their nails dug into the fabric of their whumpers’ sleeves, but it did nothing to prevent their clothes and dignity from being taken away.

whumpee hissing and snarling at whumper when their naked body was hit with a strong jets of water that sent them stumbling into the cold corner until they’re a huddling mess on the floor.

the rough handling from whumpers left whumpee’s skin with hideous bruises.

whumpee getting strapped down to the bed because they misbehaved.

electroconvulsive therapy?? shock collar??? straightjacket???? force feeding?????? yes to all of these.

whumper whipping whumpee like one does a wild horse.

whumpee getting drugged out of their mind.

curling up into a ball on the floor, in the corner, whumpee only lets themself cry when they’re alone in their cell at night.

tap here for more prompts about whumper(s) and (feral) whumpee in a medical setting.

CARETAKER X FERAL WHUMPEE

feral whumpee trying to scratch and claw caretaker’s eyes out every chance they got.

feral whumpee ending up hurting themself while trying to fight caretaker, maybe by accidentally tearing at their own stitches, causing them to bleed, etc.

caretaker trying to gain whumpee’s trust, but it’s understandably difficult, since whumpee believes caretaker is going to hurt them like whumper did.

caretaker having no other choice but to physically restrain whumpee, for whumpee’s own safety.

caretaker coaxing whumpee into engaging in day-to-day activities like eating and showering.

caretaker only being able to treat / tend to the injuries on whumpee’s body when whumpee is out cold either from exhaustion or the drugs which was used to treat them (or both).

feral whumpee reduced to outright pleading. huddling on the floor in the far corner, they begged caretaker not to hurt them. and no matter how many times caretaker reassured whumpee that no one was going to hurt them anymore, whumpee simply couldn’t let themself believe or trust caretaker.

caretaker seeing whumpee cry one day, and maybe they go to offer a box of tissues, but are rightfully surprised when whumpee throws themself into caretaker’s arms and continues crying with their head either on caretaker’s shoulder or nuzzling against caretaker’s chest.

[cyberwhumper]

How would Horus react if I placed a mirror in front of him?

Horus would be quite confused and afraid. It's a bit of a shock for Imran to see the animal not directly run head-first into the mirror to destroy it as he had seen it do multiple times in the past.

[chickenandwhumplings]

Feral Whumpee being forced to wear a muzzle. Whether it's because they're getting too bitey, or just because. Could be by doctors or Whumper. Or a Whumper who's also a doctor. Good stuff.

[sunshiline-writes]

Whumpee's who don't know how to give up. They just keep fighting, they keep talking back. They scream that they'll never be broken.

Why? Because they have nothing to lose. They've lost everything already, home, family, friends. All they have is the fight. It's a type of control. They fight because it is all they know how to do. The gentle words and touches from Caretaker isn't enough to stop them from fighting even them. They kick and scream and snarl. Caretaker tries to convince them they don't have to fight anymore.

The only response is a plate being thrown at their head.