#whumpee prompts

[kades-whump-stuff]

recovering Whumpee prompts

Whumpee who NEEDS to see everything around them. They will not let anyone, even Caretaker, walk behind them, they sit or stand with their back to a wall if possible. They're always looking behind them, constantly expecting Whumper there, even if it's just subconsciously.

Whumpee who makes themself as small as possible. They know their posture is taking a hit, but they draw in all of their limbs and hunch over in an attempt to be as small as possible. They're most comfortable this way.

Whumpee who has periods of time where they lose speech - partially or totally. During these, if they want or need something, they find it difficult or impossible to ask for it, and god forbid someone ask them about Whumper.

Whumpee who dissociates - their eyes grow unfocused at times and they always look confused or lost. They mindlessly follow Caretaker wherever they go, even when they're completely out of it.

Whumpee who has lost touch with their own self and feelings, and who notices that their breathing and heartbeat are speeding up. They notice their symptoms of having, say, a panic attack, too late to stop the effects.

Whumpee who has to be their own caretaker, whether that means stitching up their own wounds while biting on their wallet, or forcing themself up and out of bed in the morning.

[whump-softie]

Whumpee’s with long hair…

Their Whumper gripping their hair to control their head, neck, jaw, their gaze. Ripping strands out to simple have Whumpee look a different direction.

Having no way to put their hair up, so it falls in their eyes, hiding the fear on their face. Not that they’ll complain.

Caretaker carefully combing, de-tangling, maybe braiding?

Whumper forcibly cutting off Whumpee’s beloved hair as a punishment. It takes years to grow back, and the cycle just repeats…

Whumper loves their long hair, and so Whumpee angrily cuts it out of revenge and frustration: anything to regain control.

[promptspa]

Any caretakerxwhumpee type things?

Request #3

There is ( x ) this one, as well!

Whumpee's terrified of the dark, but too nervous to tell Caretaker about it. Caretaker, reading Whumpee's reactions like an open book, gets them a nigh light and always makes sure that at least one room at all times has lights on.

Caretaker softly detangling and brushing Whumpee's hair after taking care of a head wound.

Whumpee spots Whumper in public and goes into a freeze response, but Caretaker is quick to get them out of there before Whumper can see the both of them.

Caretaker starts panicking over something related to Whumpee's past, thinking it might have been their fault and they should have been there to save them sooner. Whumpee turns the tables around and calms down Caretaker, holding them close and reassuring them none of it was their fault.

Whumpee slowly growing close to Monster! Caretaker, who's being hunted down by Whumper.

Caretaker accidentally topples a bunch of stuff over in the kitchen. They're terrified the loud noise might've panicked Whumpee, but turns out they're really amused and just start laughing. Caretaker is relieved and terribly happy that Whumpee is getting better.

It takes months for Caretaker to get Whumpee to trust them, but they eventually start clinging to them and following them around as much as possible.

Whumpee hasn't done any of their favourite activities since Whumper had taken a hold of them, which had been a long time. After weeks of being cared for and looked after by Caretaker, the things they loved are introduced to them again.

Whumpee learning how to make tea for themself and Caretaker when Caretaker gets tired or sick.

Caretaker is a big fan of nature, and Whumpee practically melts on the spot when they place a flower crown on their head while on a walk.

[bizarorick]

[There are infinite Rick's in the multi-dimensional reality. Rick's of all shapes and sizes, similarities, differences... Regardless of the Rick, it is Rick. As the bristles of a toothbrush tickle Rick's gums, he looks at himself in the mirror. He was Rick. That is his curse.]

[distinctlywhumpthing]

Let's scare whumpee and caretaker!

Halloween (or year round!) whump prompts:

Accidental whump

Whumpee gets lost

Someone threatens whumpee

Whumpee has nightmares

Caretaker needs caretaking

Someone from whumpee's past

Caretaker learns something horrifying

Something scares whumpee

A disastrous misunderstanding

Whumpee home alone too long

Something goes terribly wrong

Whumpee has a flashback

A frighteningly close call

Send me a number and character(s) for a drabble!

[rookthebird]

love a fictional character who will scowl and tell people “I’m not sick” “I’m not hungry” “I didn’t get injured”

meanwhile he has an extremely high fever, he ate some soup last week, and the blood is soaking through his jacket

[bebx]

Amore Kidnapped

— by Daniele Accossato

[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"

[spinzolliii]

There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.

Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.

[whump-kia]

the classic "are you hurt?" but the whumpee is the one saying it. slurring the words through a hoarse throat and numbed lips, their eyes are glazed and their hands are shaking, frantic at the blood soaking the caretaker's shirt and too delirious to realize it's all their own.

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee awakens curled in the backseat in someone's arms.

They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.

They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.

"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."

A hand brushes over their face and closes their eyes. Whumpee finds themselves doing what the voice tells them to.

[dont-be-gentle-please]

Whumpee being paraded for everybody to see.

Bloody, beaten, weak, and limping whumpee dragged around by a collar or leash. They are so weak they can't even attempt to escape.

Pretty, beautiful, pampered whumpee. Dainty, starved, drugged and kept on whumper's lap with the shiniest, heaviest jewelry and thinest, most revealing clothes.

Killing machine whumpee, weapon strapped to their hip but eyes full of tears and flinching at whumper's scowls and frowns. Whumper's hand through their hair, throwing them on the floor in front of their team and whumpee turning limp under their touch, accepting each blow.

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

amnesia as a trauma response has the potential to be so fucking funny because imagine you just spent like 6 months breaking Whumpee down piece by piece, stripping them of their rights, destroying their mind and body with scars that will never heal, relishing in the irrevocable damage done by your hand even after they've been rescued

and then you run into them at a grocery store and they're like "oh hey (: sorry didn't see you there ((((: no i have no idea who you are but you're blocking the shelf i need to look at"

my ass would be humbled so goddamn fast. i would be shinji gripping the sink sobbing in the mirror because Whumpee basically just called me cringe. my brilliant torturing apparently meant fuckall and i'm not even worth the time of day. they'd probably misspell my name on a starbucks cup. whumper turned whumpee because how do i recover from that. what the fuck.

[promptspa]

Prompt number #54

Caretaker slowly opened the door, listening to the ominous creek from the old hinges. The room was pitch black, not a single window to let light in let alone a lamp or anything. It was also terribly cold, the chilly air biting at their skin uncomfortably. A weak hissing sound came from the farthest corner of the room and Caretaker took off their jacket, bundling it in their arms before walking forward. As they got closer, the hissing wavered, strengthening and falling back down randomly. "Whumpee?" Caretaker whispered, moving to sit on their knees once they were able to see somewhat of a silhouette close to them. The warning sound quieted completely and they smiled softly, scooting forward. As quick as the shivering could, Whumpee moved closer while looking around wildly with a widened gaze; eyes glazed over and a whitish hue. Caretaker suppressed a gasp at the scars running over the other's eyes, reaching out to gently touch the badly healed over wounds. They apologized as Whumpee withdrew with a flinch, instead moving to pick them up and hold them in their lap. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you," Caretaker hushed as Whumpee squirmed and thrashed slightly, standing up after they wrapped their jacket around the shivering form in their arms. "I promise."

[chiharuuu22]

Shhhh! Keep your voice down and don't be loud. Whumpee is sleeping (or has just fallen asleep).

In Caretaker's arms after being rescued.

In a hospital bed in a recovery ward (or perhaps an ICU) after receiving care and treatment or perhaps emergency surgery.

On a bed in a room in a recovery house. Bonus points for the house are that the house belongs to the Caretaker and the bed BELONGS TO CARETAKER (AND CARETAKER'S BEDROOM)!!!!

In the passenger seat. Sleep on your back in the back seat or sleep in a half-sitting position after the seat is lowered slightly on the driver's side seat. Bonus points Caretaker puts on the jacket or coat to cover Whumpee.

On the sofa in front of the fireplace.

In a wheelchair while taking a leisurely walk.

On the couch on the terrace.

On the Caretaker's lap. Bonus points with the accompaniment of Caretaker's soft voice lulling Whumpee to sleep and caressing Whumpee's hair.

Sleep leaning on the Caretaker's shoulder when sitting side by side. Bonus points when they are in a discussion with the team members and Whumpee suddenly falls asleep exhausted.

Anything you want to add?

[the-baby-storyteller]

A character with the mentality, if I’m not dead I’m fine. They hold out under torture, go through extreme conditions like starvation and dehydration, and don’t shrink back from danger. Every time they feel themself getting scared they rebuke themself, sneering contemptuously at the fact that they would even think to act frail when they know better. Getting hurt is never a problem for them. It can’t ever be a problem for them because they have to.

Even if they do start to sniffle a little when they’re alone out in the cold, rocking while cradling a broken bone, knowing no one is coming to help them.