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caretaker helping whumpee clean themself up and having to drain the bath several times throughout because there's so much dirt and blood in the water

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the audible damage to a whumpee's voice from the harm that's come to them... hoarse and quiet from being choked, or from screaming until their voice gives out, or from crying so hard for such a long time. the raspy way everything is forced out, the way their voice cracks and squeaks, the way they wince and cringe and swallow hard before trying again. it hurts to listen to them.

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scenario i’ve been rotating around in my head recently: whumpee (who via magic or smth) is forced to grow wings or horns or etc. big fan of wings specifically bc they’re writhing on the ground as their back ERUPTS in pain and it HURTS and they’re sobbing as their body changes without their permission and yeah..

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whunmpee that breaks my heart the most isn’t whumpee that is terrified, but whumpee that is happy — not a feisty kind of happy where they laugh and mock whumper, but an innocent, childlike and naive kind of happy where they don’t know what is about to happen to them. they still think that they are safe, even when they’re held captive by whumper, because they are so pure and innocent that they don’t know there are bad people in this world.

they don’t understand what they did wrong when whumper tortured them. they don’t understand why any of this is happening. they were literally smiling innocently when they were escorted to the room in which they’d be tortured.

this literally fucks me up. I need caretaker to come save them asap :(

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When you’re a Whumpee, you’re used to falling asleep in one place and waking in another. Some prime examples of where you may wake could be:

A cage

A cell

A lab

Strapped to a chair

Strapped to a bed

After being rescued, you are pleasantly surprised to fall asleep on the couch and wake up in your bed, tucked in.

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personally i am a very large fan of permanent consequences in whump.. both mental and physical.. especially when it's literally transformation. oh whumper injected you with the SerumTM? you got cursed? you got used in a ritual? tough shit buddy, now your physical form is irreversibly and permanently changed, and you'll never be the same again.

i'm not sure which is better; whumpee being conscious and having to deal with the (usually painful) process and panicking and etc, or whumpee being unconscious and waking up in what is essentially a completely different body.. mmmm it's so good

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Whumper didn't even try to hide the bruises.

As they lead Whumpee to the mirror, they finally gaze upon their reflection. Dressed in a silk gown, topped off with the finest jewlery, they look beautiful. Elegant. Broken.

They didn't bother to cover any of the bruises. Nor the cuts, nor the scars, for that matter. Every delicate fabric fold cascading down their body stands in contrast with their battered body. Green on red. Grace on pain.

This party will be bustling with people just as sick as Whumper, and Whumpee knows it. They won't help them. There's no escape, that is becoming clearer day by day.

Whumper tucks a lock of stray hair behind Whumpee's ear, and it feels odd for the hands that have caused so much pain to carress them so gently. Perhaps that's why they flinch. Tilting their head at Whumpee's reflection, Whumper simply smiles.

yes, i'm baaack🫢

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Whumpee who just doesn’t understand. Doesn’t know why Whumper tortures them. Doesn’t know why people give them odd looks after their torture. Whumpee who has been isolated from the outside world by Whumper for so long, they can’t understand the people around them or the technological developments.

Just whumpees who don’t understand.

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Being tortured to the point of passing out cold, then in a haze as they regain consciousness, see they are cradled in the lap of their tormentor. Skin clammy and crawling as a bloody hand cards through greasy, limp hair. The unwanted tender touch would be etched in their memory for the rest of their life. In months of agony, it was the one solitary moment of softness. Some part of them wants more, some part loathes themselves for it.

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whump prompt 154

A Whumpee whose entire purpose is to have healing magic ( / science / powers) tested on them.

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Whumper constantly putting Whumpee on tons of different drugs just to take them away one day, putting them through the worst withdrawal episode

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Whumper constantly putting Whumpee on tons of different drugs just to take them away one day, putting them through the worst withdrawal episode

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Whumper constantly putting Whumpee on tons of different drugs just to take them away one day, putting them through the worst withdrawal episode

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Whumper constantly putting Whumpee on tons of different drugs just to take them away one day, putting them through the worst withdrawal episode

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Another whumpy thought, just boiling water.

Let the Whumper submerge the hand of a defiant Whumpee into a pot of hot boiling water. Watch how the fight and insults turn into a sobbing an heaving mess because the pain is insufferable despite being in such a small zone.

They may need help afterwards with anything that requieres motor skills but guess we have the Whumper/Caretaker for that.

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if you can, and no pressure if not, but i needed to request a little blorbo idea. but i had this idea that whumpee is poisoned by whumper but doesn’t know, as whumper was someone the entire team trusted. caretaker, who is a medic, is checking up on whumpee who presumably just has a fever, only to notice potent delirium and confusion, blown out pupils, excess sweating, tremors, and weakness.

content: sickfic, poisoning, betrayal

It was supposed to be a little check-up. Routine. Give Whumpee some medication, check their fever, all that; but Whumpee was sick as a dog and Caretaker was quickly realising that these symptoms were not just a common cold.

“Whumpee?” They stared into those dilated pupils and knew something was severely wrong. “Whumpee, can you hear me?”

“‘m not feeling good…”

“I can see that. Whumpee, can you focus on me? Look at me.”

Whumpee’s head lolled to the side, their eyes fluttering closed. They were drenched in sweat, shaking, unable to even hold eye contact for more than two seconds. This wasn’t good.

“Whumpee, listen to me. Did you eat anything strange in the past few days? Accepted a drink from strangers? Anything where you could’ve gotten drugged or poisoned?”

“‘m sleepy… ‘m gonna… sleep a bit…”

Caretaker lightly patted them on the cheek to try to keep them awake, barely succeeding. “Whumpee, listen to me. Did you accept any food or drinks from anyone outside of the team?”

Whumpee blinked once, twice, slow as an affectionate cat. “No.”

Caretaker furrowed their brows. But these were symptoms of drug abuse, or poison.

Suddenly, a horrible feeling crept into their body, up their spine and settling in their throat. “Did you accept food or drinks from anyone on the team? Did anyone offer to make you lunch or dinner?”

Whumpee rubbed their face against the pillow. “Huh?”

“Did you accept food or drinks from anyone on the team, Whumpee?”

“I dunno… Can’t remember…”

Caretaker swallowed. “Okay. We’ll take care of whatever’s going on with you, and then… then we’ll figure out this situation. We’ll deal with it later.”

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the guard dog whumpee not realizing whumper's keeping their leash too tight until they're suffocating