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Whumpee being asked to rate their pain on one-ten and giving a way too low number because they’ve ‘been through worse’ or even ‘can imagine worse’

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Whumpees who are chronically disconnected from their body. Whumpees who get asked if their pain is sharp or dull and literally don’t know the answer. Whumpee who doesn’t notice they’re cold until someone points out they’re shaking. Whumpee who doesn’t notice they’re hungry until they black out from standing up too fast. Whumpee who genuinely can’t tell when they’re over exerting themself because it all feels the same. It’s not that they don’t feel pain, it’s that they’ve learned to see pain as something constant and unavoidable, not something to be fixed, and they can’t distinguish between different kinds of pain anymore. They’ve learned to ignore the signals from their body while they were powerless, and now that they can prevent or fix pain they still aren’t attuned enough to their body to know how.

Just… whumpees who learned dissociation as a coping skill and now have to unlearn it. Whumpees who deeply benefited from being disconnected until they were safe, making it that much harder to unlearn

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We need more vain/egotistical whumpees, please

Whumpees who won't allow anyone to see them cry, no matter how much they need the support, they can't take any more blows to their ego

Whumpees who refuse pain medication because they think it makes them look weak

Whumpees who act mean or cold to those who try to help them because it's the only thing that keeps others away from them

Whumpees that are encouraged to ask for help, but think that others would be impressed if they didn't ever need it

Whumpees that cannot, under any circumstance, allow others to know what has happened to them, even if it allows Whumper to get away with it, because what would the others think of me if they knew how weak and helpless I was? Or that it actually left a lasting impact on me?

Whumpees who obsessively cover up their scars with makeup

Whumpees who isolate themselves whenever the people around them get too 'invasive' by asking basic questions about Whumpee's mental state

Whumpees who are offended at the mere mention that they may have actually been traumatized, because they're too strong/tough/resilient for anything to actually affect them, and claiming anything else amounts to a personal insult

Whumpees who will not tell anyone if they're sick or injured because they don't want anyone to see them hurting, until they collapse and have to be dragged to a doctor

Whumpees who think that they're better than others because they were strong enough to survive nevermind the debilitating trauma

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What are some chronic illnesses that can only occur in a fantasy setting?

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whumpee is supposed to stay still, but they keep looking over at whumper. For approval. they want so much to be good that they’re being bad.

it’s so cute, whumper isn’t sure whether or not to punish them for it

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Whumpee is back, and it's time to celebrate. There's cake, and music, the whole nine yards.

Members of the team keep talking to them, telling them how glad they are that it's "over."

Over.

Whumpee has to escape the party and go hyperventilate in the bathroom.

Things are so far from "over."

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[unicornscotty]

Can we please stop making caretakers act like literal robots? I don't necessarily mean to make your caretakers hide really bad injuries, even worse then whumpees. I mean just make them something more then just a medic-therapist sorta thing. They can be whumpees friend, sibling, partner or mentor, anything really. Giving them their very own problems other then caring for the hurt is quite importand, otherwise its not realistic whatsoever and like i said - makes them seem like robots or some kind of helping machines, of course unless thats the look youre going for.

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cages in whump!!

put that guy in a cage!!!! bonus points if it's hanging from a ceiling.. on display like a prized pet.. maybe they ARE a prized pet.. never quite getting used to the hanging sensation.. forced into an overly small space and they have to curl up uncomfortably.. ough

i'm a total sucker for when there's multiple whumpees in multiple cages (especially when hanging from the ceiling) and they can't touch or maybe even speak they just have to share the experience..

maybe bad whumpees are threatened with The Cage. sorry you looked at me weird it's cage time for the next 48 hours. ough

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Whumpril Prompt #19

“I Need You”

TW: implied torture, implied brainwashing, hospitalization, jail

Caretaker paced back and forth in front of Whumpers cell. They had finally been caught, they had finally found whumpee, and all was well.

But, unfortunately, all was not well.

Whumper was not guilty with what they did. They were smug and egotistical and none of it made sense. Why would whumper be glad they were caught? They’re just going to live their life in prison. Caretaker was befuddled.

They walked toward the room whumpee was being treated in. Whumpee had not had a good time. Once caretaker and their team had found them, they were nearly dead from hypothermia and blood loss, not to mention the plentiful other injuries just waiting to be revealed. But caretaker was most worried about the internal injuries; the mental ones.

Whumpee hadn’t woken up since they had been found, but when caretaker walked in, their eyes were open.

“Hey, whumpee. How’s it going?” Caretaker asked as gentle as they could. Whumpees eyes were darting around the room quickly, trying to sort things out in their mind.

The words came out in a rush. “Where am I? Who are you? Where’s whumper? What are you doing to me?”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down there, whumpee. You’re in the hospital, you were pretty sick.” Caretaker answered. “I’m caretaker- you know me. Whumper is in the hospital cells waiting to be taken to real prison. We are just trying to help you.”

Whumpees eyes were still frantic, and their voice was rising. “What do you mean ‘i know you’? I’ve never met you. Where’s whumper? Why are they in a cell? Let me see them!”

Caretaker took a few small steps towards whumpee. “It’s alright, you don’t remember what happened. We can help you.”

Whumpee was shrieking now. “No, I don’t know who you are! Let me see whumper! Where are they? Take me to them!!”

“Ok, ok. It’s alright. We’ll take you to whumper.” Caretaker assured. This is a terrible idea.

Caretaker helps whumpee into a wheelchair and pushes them down the hall to the hospital cells. The bars were spaced evenly apart, and whumper was sitting on a cot with their head in their hands. At the sound of the wheelchair, they looked up.

Their face split into a grin when they saw whumpee. “Whumpee, I was so worried! Are you ok? What did they do to you?” They rushed to the bars.

“I’m ok whumper, they haven’t done anything yet,” whumpee said. Caretaker did not like the casual way they were taking. What was happening? They also didn’t like how they said ‘yet’.

“Why are you in jail?” Whumpee continued. “You haven’t done anything wrong. Can you come out?” They turned to caretaker. “Can they come out?”

Caretaker shook their head. “No, they can’t come out. They are too dangerous.”

Whumpee looked distressed. “Please? Or, can I at least go in to talk to them?”

What was going on? Whumper tortured whumpee for months, and now whumpee wanted to go into the only thing separating them to talk? No way.

“I’m sorry whumpee, i cant let you." caretaker tried to calm them down.

"hey." whumper said from behind the bars. "its ok. you don’t have to worry about me."

whumpee leaned forward and touched their hands on the bars.

"but i need you"

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Whump drabbles, 12/100: kick.

It wasn’t the first time Whumpee had knocked the wind out of Caretaker when he went to console them during what appeared to be a vivid nightmare.

“It’s okay,” he grunted between shallow breaths, doubled over in pain, while Whumpee sobbed, apologizing profusely.

“I thought you were him…”

“I know.” Caretaker lay next to them, still holding his stomach. “Honestly, it was on me this time. Next time I’ll try not to startle you so badly.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, shush.” Caretaker opened his arms, letting Whumpee snuggle against his chest. “It’s just good to see you finally fighting back.”

[unicornscotty]

living weapons <3

can you imagine what itd be like to love someone whos known nothing but pain for their whole life. someone whos only purpose has been to hurt and be hurt? the unfamiliarity with the gentle, the kind, the soft because they've only ever experienced the brutal, the cruel, the rough? the discomfort when it comes to physical contact, because theyve only ever been touched in a fight or as a punishment? how difficult it would be? how they dont communicate because they never were taught to. how they bottle everything up, hiding their mental and emotional anguish behind the stoic shield theyve had up forever. trying to help them, love them? coaxing them out of their shell, healing their crushed, fractured being. teaching them everything theyve never known, what love truly is? can you imagine taking a creature that is more scar than skin and bringing them back from the darkness with nothing but love, care, kindness? staying up with them, comforting them after their nightmares, holding them as they weep for the first time in years? reminding them that their scars, mental or physical, do not define who they are, that they're so much more than what they've been conditioned to believe. they aren't just a living weapon, not anymore. they're someone who deserves love and affection, who deserves so much more than what theyve had for the past several years? can you imagine the sleepless nights, where theyre afraid to sleep because of night terrors that bring them back to their fighting days, their punishment days? trying to convince them that you don't care about their scars, because you don't, their scars dont define who they are. you love them, the creature, the person, for who they are, and nothing could ever change that. the hours you spend together each day, in silence, because they dont know how to communicate their emotions, they never learned? so you just sit there, taking comfort in the safety of each other's presence, knowing that the other is there for you, always?

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I’m a sucker for whumpees who go too far in an attempt to be strong or useful and then end up hurting themselves. I have always had this scenario in my head where there’s some sort of apocalypse and Whumpee is sort of the “physically weak” one of the encampment. They are so frustrated at their lack of being useful that they attempt to prove themselves by doing something very rash, like going on their own to prove they can take care of themselves, or physically training too hard. They fall ill, they get lost all alone, they break a bone, etc. and it’s someone from the camp who finds them and saves them. Whumpee is absolutely devastated that they would become such a burden because of their own insecurity, but Caretaker shows them that they ARE useful, maybe Whumpee is super intuitive, knows how to cook or forage, is a positive light to the others in a time of darkness.

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whumpee is captured and held for some time---but eventually, they're rescued, with whumper having fled. whumpee seems mostly unharmed, and tells only a story of simple imprisonment, not having been particularly mistreated. this surprises team---but, hey, it's not necessarily a bad thing, right? even if it doesn't align with how whumper seems to function? eventually, team moves on, just glad to be reunited.

until they confront whumper again as a team. whumpee seems normal---until whumper just says the word, and whumpee immediately starts attacking their friends like a vicious feral animal. that's essentially what they are now; an animal, made to do whatever whumper orders them to, never to disobey.

even if that order is to "blend in".

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whumpee telling whumper to take it out on them, that they can take it if it will make whumper feel better, so certain and confident until whumpee is tied up by their wrists and used as a punching bag for hours, dislocated shoulders and broken ribs, bruises that wont heal for weaks, still asking if whumper feels better after the whole ordeal

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i can never write a soulmates au cause i very quickly stop thinking about romance and start thinking about the sociological implications of a world where soulmates are a confirmed verifiable thing

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living weapons !!!!

a living weapon so heavily conditioned that they don't even talk (unless ordered to, of course.) bonus points if they're put in a mask or helmet or something, and it's ripped off in the middle of a fight to reveal their soulless blank stare. bonus bonus points if they're fighting someone they once knew

living weapons no longer used as weapons, but they're almost unrecoverable. they just don't recognize that they should have the ability to make their own decisions. they still have to be ordered to do anything, even sleep and eat

living weapons turned against people they once knew !!!!!!! now they're feral and unrecognizable but can they really be blamed for their actions when it's whumper puppeting them?

there is no relationship more intimate than that between a living weapon and their handler. it's about loving someone who would kill you without a second thought if ordered!!! someone who knows nothing but duty!!! seeing into the jaws of a monster and clinging rather than running!! you're in love with a living weapon in the same way you're in love with a fancy sword.. they're beautiful and do their job well but could slit your throat just as easily as anyone else's..

living weapons who treat their own inanimate weapons like people... hugging them kissing them biting them not letting anyone else touch or maintain or sharpen them.. mmmm