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Fantasy whump where whumpee is the only magic user of their party, and they focus on healing magic. All their teammates come to them when they’re hurt or sick.
But they’re doing some serious adventures, and whumpee ends up using so much magic they get sick- like really sick.
Like ‘I have no idea who is feeding me soup right now but the soup is too hot too hot and I’m so cold and everything hurts I can’t see I can’t think I can barely breathe it’s too cold out here the soup is too cold get these blankets off me I’m so hot’ kind of sick.
And their teammates can do NOTHING for them because they don’t know anything about magic burnout or basic health skills.
It started with a lack of tiredness. The whole party takes turns keeping watch during the night, and Whumpee usually dreaded their turn, sometimes accidentally falling asleep during it. But tonight they felt oddly energized, and volunteered for first shift. Then stayed up to chat with second shift, and third…
Then they were oddly hungry that morning. Whumpee was fairly small, and usually didn’t eat much. But this morning they ended up asking for more, and then finishing the Archer’s leftovers as well, and complained they were STILL hungry after that.
It was only after breakfast did Caretaker start to get concerned. Whumpee was a careful person, they didn’t trip, or bump into things, or veer sideways. But as they walked to their next destination they did all of those things and more. Once Caretaker looked back and found Whumpee had stopped walking a while ago, one hand to their forehead and taking shallow breaths.
Caretaker held their hand for the next few hours as they walked.
Even with that, Whumpee kept lagging behind, slowing the whole team down. At one point, the Barbarian started to complain about it. Usually Whumpee would be quick to defend themself, have a snapback harsh enough to shut them up, but they didn’t say anything this time. Just nodded, wiping sweat from their forehead.
A few miles later they vomited.
Caretaker had never seen Whumpee so pale and grey, their hair soaked to their forehead with sweat. Their pupils were blown wide as they gagged and coughed between bouts of vomit. Archer cursed themself for letting Whumpee have so much food, then cursed Barbarian for being mean.
It was Leader who suggested they all take a rest and check Whumpee’s temperature. It was Caretaker who reminded them that Whumpee was the one who checked everyone’s temps, with magic.
“Caretaker?”
“Yes? Whats wrong, does anything hurt? Do you feel better?”
“Why are there three of you?”
Caretaker didn’t have a chance to interpret what they meant before their knees buckled and they fainted, leaving the whole party panicked and confused.
Magic whumpee magic whumpee magic whumpee
Fantasy whump where whumpee is the only magic user of their party, and they focus on healing magic. All their teammates come to them when they’re hurt or sick.
But they’re doing some serious adventures, and whumpee ends up using so much magic they get sick- like really sick.
Like ‘I have no idea who is feeding me soup right now but the soup is too hot too hot and I’m so cold and everything hurts I can’t see I can’t think I can barely breathe it’s too cold out here the soup is too cold get these blankets off me I’m so hot’ kind of sick.
And their teammates can do NOTHING for them because they don’t know anything about magic burnout or basic health skills.
Just saw (and subsequently accidentally reset my feed therefore losing) a post about magical item whump (magic euphoria) and remembered a concept I thought about a while back
Magic ring that gives you some kind of amazing power, be it healing or super strength or something. But every time you use it, it eats a little bit of your body. You put it in your finger, and when you wear it, you’ve got a cool looking fake finger, but when you take it off, it’s gone.
You use it more and it becomes a bracelet, slowly eating more and more of your body with each use. And the magic is so good! So helpful, useful, powerful. Especially if the person using it was burdensome in a fight before, but now they can finally protect their loved ones!
How long before they stop taking it off altogether? Do their loved ones know the effects? Or do they hide it with gloves and long sleeves? At what point is it impossible to remove without severe damage to the user? At what point is their body entirely made of magic?
Dungeons and Dragons half-orcs have such great whump potential 🖤🖤🖤
A half-orc Whumpee stands his ground against Whumper. He takes the blows for the rest of the team because he knows that he can take it. He hopes he can take it. All he has to do is draw attention away from the other members of the team. Help will be there soon. It has to be.
Whumpee gets beaten down, blow after blow, until he is on his knees. He feels the gravel sharp in his knees, and blood pounding in his ears. Whumpee prays to whichever gods will listen, asking for the strength to keep going.
Whumper looks down at Whumpee and laughs. It's a surprisingly light laugh, but the cruelty in it is clear. Whumper suddenly stops, and there is a deathly silence. Whumpee barely has time to process the now almost bored look on Whumper's face, when they feel a sharp pain in their side.
Blood pours out of Whumpee. Dark, sticky and far too much of it. When Whumper gently pulls out the dagger, the blood and pain only gets worse. After a few seconds in a daze, Whumpee blinks, pleasantly surprised by the fact he was still conscious, let alone alive. Glancing around at the expressions of his teammates, he can see a confusing mix of horror and relief.
Whumpee really should be dead, but he isn't. He is barely holding it together, but he is alive. And that's a very good thing.
Whumpee gathers the last of his strength and stands up. With fire in his eyes and blood on his face, he stares unflinchingly at Whumper.
"Is that all you have got?"
For the first time, Whumper almost looks a little scared of Whumpee, and the power he must have to survive a wound like that.
Whumpee stands tall, and the throbbing sound of his headache becomes more regular, like the sound of hoofbeats in the distance. It sounds like hope.
Reading this now, and I'm OBSESSED
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