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hey, something i feel like is an under-utilized thing in whump writing:

ocd.

i have ocd, and trust me this shit turns you into a real life whumpee.

i just feel like this could be used so many ways. (i think at the end of this post i’ll add list of ideas.)

if you have ocd, use that experience to torture your characters!! it’s so therapeutic actually.

and if you don’t have ocd, you could do some research!! ask a friend or someone on the internet with ocd!! (if they are comfortable being asked) read some ocd posts, and et cetera!!

here are the ocd whump ideas/prompts: (trigger warning btw)

whumper exposing whumpee to their triggers

whumpee eliminating whumpee’s ability to do their compulsions

vegetarian whumpee (one who is vegetarian specifically because of their ocd) only allowed to eat meat

whumper worsening their anxieties by telling them that they’re true

ocd tends to get worse under stress, so whumpee’s ocd would likely grow more and more horrible during their captivity

self-harm based compulsions

whumpee needing to do a compulsion but terrified to disturb/annoy whumper, so they just sit there in rising anxiety, forced to decide between enduring the stress or risking angering whumper

whumper laughing at whumpee’s stress and calling them dramatic/sensitive/irrational

after rescue, whumpee having developed new compulsions from their captivity. could lead to them needing to ask permission from caretaker before eating/using the bathroom, or apologizing frequently, or et cetera.

you don’t even need a whumper. whumpee could just be someone with really bad ocd that functions as their whumper, and caretaker is trying to take care of them and help them recover

anyways, yea, those were my thoughts. if anybody does anything with this definitely let me know, i’d love to see!!

hi so i’ve seen plenty of posts talking about carewhumpers..

what about a careWHUMPEE???

(idk if this makes any sense at all, i just reversed it the carewhumper 😭 if y’all like it you can do smth with it, if not we’ll just forget about it maybe 😅)

whump idea: screaming

cw: recapture, screaming, gag, car, references to past trauma, young whumpee, kidnapping, a lot of swearing/vulgar language, ehh stuff like that

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Whumpee is walking home. It’s been a few weeks since she’s escaped her kidnapper Whumper—she’d been there a couple months, hadn’t even been the worst couple months she’d ever had, especially compared to the other incident—and she’s feeling better.

Or at least that’s what she’s telling herself. Truthfully she’s just as jumpy as always.

And tonight is no exception. In fact she’s feeling even worse tonight. She’s walking home after hanging out with her best friend all day. It had been great, she absolutely loves her best friend, but she’d stayed a little later than she’d meant to and now it’s pretty dark out. She feels strangely paranoid and she’s not quite sure why.

No, she does know why. She’s been jumpy ever since her first kidnapping, two or three years ago. She’d barely started recovering from that when Whumper had kidnapped her, that bastard.

Whumpee starts walking faster. She knows she’s just being stupid and paranoid as always, but she can’t shake the feeling that she’s being watched. And also maybe followed—no, no, she’s being ridiculous.

She’s going to get home just fine, and when she does she is going to sit on a fucking counter to exposure therapy herself. (It hasn’t really done anything other than make her unreasonably anxious yet, but she’s sure it’ll work at some point.)

But then Whumpee feels something. Nothing physical, nothing at all, but just a feeling, a feeling of something being Very Wrong. She can’t help it, she starts to turn around to look—

And then hands are on her.

Someone grabs her around the waist, someone much bigger than her, with rough hands and smelling of cigarette smoke.

Whumpee reacts immediately, shrieking and kicking at her attacker.

“..stop screaming,” a voice whispers into her ear. “I told you I’d find you again.” It’s Whumper’s voice.

Whumpee goes into a fit of terror. HELL NO, she is NOT being kidnapped again, she absolutely will not stand for it. No.

She starts to scream. As loud as she fucking can, screaming her fucking throat raw. She is NOT going back. She is not going ANYWHERE except HOME.

“HELP!!!” Come on. There’s gotta be someone nearby, someone who will wake up or who is already awake, someone who will care enough to save a poor teenager being kidnapped. Right? SOMEONE WILL SAVE HER, RIGHT?

She’s so fucking sick of this. She doesn’t wanna go back and she doesn’t wanna go anywhere with anybody, especially not Whumper. While Whumper isn’t the very worst person she’s ever had to deal with, he’s certainly not someone she ever wanted to see again. Fuck this guy anyways.

“Shut up,” Whumper snaps, glancing around to make sure they’re not being follows as he drags Whumpee towards his car.

Whumpee starts to scream louder. She’s getting more desperate. She will NOT go in that car, she absolutely REFUSES.

And then Whumper pulls a piece of cloth out of his pocket and ties it around Whumpee’s head in a gag. Whumpee struggles uselessly. She tries to scream again but her voice is muffled.

Whumper forces her facedown into the backseat of the car, wrenching her arms painfully behind her back and tying them with a length of rough cord. Whumpee feels tears begin to prick at the back of her eyes as she screams her fucking heart out. It’s not enough. It’s not fucking enough.

The car door slams shut. It sounds like a nail in a coffin. Then Whumper climbs into the front seat and starts the car.

The car starts moving. Whumpee has been kidnapped. Again.

(Hello!! Author’s note!! This is technically a oneshot of one of my OCs, but you can apply it to any character!! I also do not mind if you’d like to reblog and continue the story!!)

edit: changed Whumpee’s pronouns to she/her because she’s supposed to be based off of my OC anyways :D

whump prompts/ideas

Whumpee’s trauma wasn’t even real, they’ve just been in a coma and dreamed it all. how can they cope after that?? they don’t even have the scars to show what happened to them!!

Whumpee is in a bit of a.. situation.. they seem to have found themself in a small, hollow cavern that is slowly being filled with wet concrete/cement.

Whumpee has been kidnapped and is being held captive at a sort of restaurant or resort or both, where kids (doesn’t have to be kids) are kidnapped with the intention of slaughtering them and feeding them to the guests (this is what happens to one of my OCs :D)

Whumpee found a phone.. they’ve been away from home for such a long time, and so they start calling someone they’re very close to immediately!! does their person answer?? maybe they won’t, because it’s an unknown number, or a sketchy-looking Messenger video call.. and is Whumpee hurt?? or crying?? do they have a location they can give their person?? how much does Whumpee tell them about what they’ve been through so far??

Whumpee is someone who has just gotten a paper cut. Whumper is just some guy who handed them the piece of paper. Caretaker is a little confused but goes along with it.

Carewhumper that Whumpee has been with for as long as they can remember. Whumpee is very conditioned, and loves Carewhumper. even when Carewhumper hurts them. (..which is kind of a lot-) Whumpee doesn’t even realize that there is something wrong with their situation.

Whumpee is gay or trans, and Whumper may be a horrible person who is willing to literally TORTURE poor Whumpee, but goddamnit they draw the line at homophobia/transphobia!!

..Whumpee is their own Whumper. and not even in a dramatic or heartbreaking way, no, Whumpee is just very clumsy and has really bad luck. Caretaker is desperately trying to keep an eye on them, but Whumpee insists they don’t need any help.. right before they fall down an open manhole..

hi. my take on masochist Whumpee.

so, to start off with i am very aware that masochist is most often used in a sexual way, i’m pretty sure the definition is sexual as well, but like personally i just like to twist it a bit and use it differently. (especially since my favorite Whumpee is pretty young and it makes me uncomfortable to have her in any sort of sexual situation, so i avoid those)

anyways, the way i use it is more of a—character seeks out pain and really believes they deserve it. sometimes it gets really twisted around in their head and they might enjoy the scenario. just not in a sexual way.

idk what kind of post this is. anyways this is just my take on masochist Whumpee.

“masochist” Whumpee prompts

(i mean masochist in a nonsexual way for this btw.) trigger warnings: self harm, bad self talk, general bad mental health

Whumpee loves scars and visible injuries, and also the idea of attention for their marks

they wish they were worse. more injured, more traumatized, just generally more hurt

they feel like they deserve to be hurt

sometimes they consider doing things to hurt themself

they feel very sad and maybe panicky if their scars start to fade (they might do things to try to make them stay.. maybe pick at the scabs while the injury is still healing)

they fantasize about being horrifically injured and traumatized

they find pain very interesting. they often enjoy just spectating or analyzing any pain they’re in. for example if they’re on their period and having cramps, even if they have access to medicine they might just intentionally not get any

they enjoy looking at their blood, bruises, and scars. they look at their scars a lot after they’ve healed, and probably wish they had more. or, if the scars aren’t terribly visible, wish that they were more visible and plot how to make the next ones worse.

they feel really bad when they need help

they also feel really bad if they fuck up even the tiniest amount

they also feel really bad if they show weakness. if they get tired, if they’re upset about something small, if they think they’re being dramatic

they are MEAN to themself. internally telling themself that they’re ugly, dramatic, a horrible person

the permanent sense of guilt

..is it bad that i’m kinda Whumpee here?? 😅 all of these are just my experiences.. O_o

overly intimate whumpers who touch and hold their whumpees.

whumpees who a: have been there so long and are so touch-starved that they eventually just lean into it, or b: have been there as long as they can remember and think that’s what love is

caretakers who are horrified when they find out the reason whumpee braces themself when they’re hugged

caretakers being heartbroken at how touch-starved whumpee is, the way they’d do anything to be held

“I am never helping you.”

“You will.” She turns away, her gaze drifting into the darkness, “someday, when it’s all too much, when you will do anything to stop the pain. Then you will stand beside me, defeated, broken, and barely the same person you are now.” She looks back over her shoulder at them, smiling. “And then, Ash, we will rule the world.”

“God, darling, you're pathetic.” She looks at Frankie’s weary body, strung together by chains, their face a tired mess. “I will make you into the person you're meant to be. I mean really? You're stronger than this, Ash.” She looks down at them disgusted.

“You haven’t fed me for a week.” They say, with all the energy they have, “and now this.”

“Don't be dramatic, it wasn't that long,” she laughs. It was that long. She shakes her head, “don’t worry darling, you can eat afterwards.” She turns away slowly.

“No,” they say. “No I literally can’t, I need food right now, I’m starving, I’m going to fucking pass out.”

“You’ll be fine. I’ll try to keep your mind off of it,” she sings.

“You monster.” they snarl.

She clicks her tongue, “I taught you better than that.”

“I learned nothing from you, you were never there.” They snap at her.

“I was building this, you can understand I was a little busy.” She says coldly.

“You were busy? You left your only child, I had to take care of myself, alone, no one was there for me, I didn’t know what it felt like to be loved!” They yell at her, their cheeks flushing. ”Do you know what that did to me? Do you know what that made me?”

“It made you strong, Ash.”

“No,” they shake their head, a cold laugh escaping their lips. “No, it made me weak, I buried everything, I didn’t feel anything for years!”

“Yes,” she smiles, “and now you’ve gone and fucked everything up, you fell in love, Ash, now you have a weakness.”

Better off Robbed

Ch 2: Welcome to WRU!

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

kinapping, BBU, drugging, human trafficking, institutionalized slavery

Felix was in a crate. From what he could see, he was caged in by solid walls of dingy white plastic. Light shone from somewhere behind him, glowing dimly on his nude body.

He had woken up slowly, and for a while, he couldn't move. After at least ten minutes, he regained control of his limbs and was able to push himself forward to look behind him.

A metal mesh of bars caged him in the crate. He strained forward to peer through.

His heart sunk to the bottom of his chest.

There were more crates opposite him, and he assumed all around him. Two rows of cages on shelves lined what he could see of the walls around him. People filled each one, most of them sleeping.

"Let me the fuck out!" A man in one of the cages opposite of him cried, making Felix jump. He slammed into the bars of his cage aggressively until he slid off his shelf and clashed to the floor.

Two uniformed men surged into the isle with cattle prods in their hands. Both forced the prods inside, discharging the electricity inside.

Felix winced as a loud cry filled the isle. The protests from the man died down and his crate was hoisted back to his shelf. When Felix looked throgh, he could see the man glaring out through the bars, but his eyes were lidded and dull.

Suddenly, he remembered where he had seen the logo on the workers' uniforms; the news.

The company was controversial, especially in his area. He heard of how terribly the people in his city's hidden WRU establishment were treated; starved and whipped and isolated. He heard of people kept in warehouses- human petshops. He was told of the company's questionable 'rescue policy.'

The managers had come forward to assure that everyone who was there signed up to do it. That it was all consensual and all their 'boxies' were treated well.

That's where Felix was. At the WRU human warehouse. Prisoner.

"... and here we have our newest venture," a smooth voice said from further down the hallway. Two sets of footsteps slowly traveled closer. "These Boxies have never had a day of training in their lives. The ones over here have been here for a couple of months. Fed, watered, but no training. Some of them broke themselves already, if that's something you're looking for..."

"Mmm, no. Looking for something... fresher. These ones look sad. I need something that won't bore me."

Felix pushed to the back of his crate as the voice grew louder.

"Well, here are our newest boxies." The man came into view of his cage. He had a WRU uniform on like the others, but had a clipboard in hand. The man behind him was tall and expensively dressed.

He stopped at the cage of the man who had knocked his own crate over. He seemed interested. "Oh, look at him! " The man stuck a finger through to touch the boy, pulling his hand away as the boy snapped forward to bite him. "Ugh. Fiesty. Ill pass."

Felix made himself as small as possible, shrinking away until his back ached. He had to make himself as small as humanly possible so he wasn't noticed.

"Aww, who's this?" The voice was right next to him, much to his dismay. "Look at me, dear."

He peeked out, meeting clear, heterochromic eyes. He gasped softly, tucking his head back away. He tried to seem unappealing.

"Shy thing, hm?" He mused.

"Looks like it," the employer replied, and rapped on the bars of his crate. "Come on, stop doing that. Come forward."

Fearing the cattle prods he had seen earlier, he turned to face the two.

"Oh my god," the nicely-dressed man exclaimed, and Felix winced. "He's absolutely adorable!"

"We just got him in last night actually." The uniformed man scanned his clipboard. "Are you interested?"

"Last night, huh?" The tall man muttered, peering in and smiling softly. He seemed to ignore the other man's question. "Hey, there. What's your name?"

Felix leaned away, his heart thundering as he looked into the man's green and brown eyes. "Uhm, Felix?" He couldn't help how his voice shook as he spoke.

"Hi, Felix." The man replied like a kid cooing at a puppy. "Im Colton."

Felix didn't reply, shying away. His heart was pumping so fast he thought he'd go into cardiac arrest.

"I'll take him," Colton announced to the employee, grinning charmingly. He pulled out his wallet, filling through several cards and pulling one out. Felix wanted to scream.

"Oh, alright!" The employee regarded his clipboard again, a little surprised. "Lets see... since he had no training, we can't guarantee he won't hurt you once he's home. This puts him, and the other Boxies in this section, at a discount."

Im being sold on discount.

I'm being sold.

"That'll put him at about... a hundred thousand. We offer crates for another 200 bucks, our high-quality collars for 75, and leashes for 30." The man with the clipboard took the card. "We'll help load him into your vehicle for no extra fee."

"Sounds good, I'll take a collar aswell, please." Colton glanced back at Felix. "I have a cage ready in my car."

"Alrighty! We'll get a vet to put him to sleep for a bit, you'll sign the paperwork, and he's all yours." The uniformed man held up a card reader and scanned Colton's card, handing it back.

Felix sat up. "What? No, not again! Don't drug me!" He stared out at the two, wide-eyed.

The employee ignored him, pulling out his walkie-talkie and mumblimg something. A minute later, two more employees showed up. One unlocked his crate and grabbed his arms, dragging him out.

He shrieked and flailed as he was pulled to the floor, struggling more.

"No!" He cried. Stop it stop it, please!" Felix kicked his feet frantically.

"May I help?" Colton asked the employees, still smiling.

"Of course," one invited, stepping off just long enough for Colton to grab Felix's arms and straddle him, pinning him down.

"Dont struggle, Felix. You don't want them to have to knock you out manually, do you?" Colton's voice was like warm honey. He held Felix's wrists in one hand, stroking his cheek with the other. "Just relaaaaax, dear. It'll barely even hurt."

He whimpered softly, shaking his head, though he slowed his efforts. He spotted the needle coming towards his neck and began whimpering again, squirming.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Colton tapped his cheek, getting his attention. He felt the other man tilt his head up and rub his neck gently.

Felix gasped softly as the needle pushed into his neck, trying to keep eye contact with Colton. He felt his heartbeat slow as Colton continued to stroke his cheek.

His vision became blurry and dark at the edges as he struggled to stay awake. He fought for as long as he could, then finally lost the battle to a deep sleep.

It's an it.

Content- many whumpees, one whumper, sadistic whumper, mindbreaking, trained objectification, it as a pronoun (trained), pet whump, water torture mention, shock mention, captivity, family whump (whumpees are brothers), carewhumpee, nonhuman whumpees, human whumper, foul language, humiliation, stockholm (?), refusal to escape

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Onas paced inside his cell, the enchanted chain attached to his ankle clinking behind him noisily. His hooves clicked heavily on the dirty cement floor.

'Where the fuck is my brother?' His mind roared. Logan had taken Brilom well over an hour ago. This couldn't be good. His little brother was so defenseless.

Onas looked out from the bars of his cell, a few feet out of reach from them. He could see the lightbulb flicker in the hallway, agitating his sensitive vision.

The door at the end of the hall clicked open.

Logan walked in, his smug smile bolder than ever. He had a leash in hand- smooth genuine leather. Onas' heart twisted as he saw his brother dragged in on his knees. Several gauze bandages were draped across his body, soaking up the deep red blood. Onas noticed as they got closer that Brilom was dripping with water.

"Logan," Onas snarled, tugging at the end of his chain. His stupid, unbreakable chain. He set his feirce gaze on the man, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, Onas!" Logan gushed, tugging Brilom behind him. The smaller boy struggled to keep up. "Won't you look at my pet? I think I did it!"

Onas kept his voice level and slow, his fingers twitching into fists. "Did what, Logan?"

"You know you're supposed to call me Master." Logan's eyes narrowed with anger, then melted back into their natural smugness. "My pet knows for sure~"

The cell door, just out of Onas' reach, opened and Logan led Brilom inside, unclipping the leash from his collar.

Onas' heart dropped and his mind clouded with loathing for Logan. Brilom's head was down, his wet hair a curtain hiding his face. He was silent, unmoving.

"Logan, what did you do to him?" Onas didn't try to keep the hate from his voice this time, yanking uselessly against the chain.

"I broke it! After all this training, I finally did it!" Logan grinned, nudging Brilom's flank with the tip of his boot. "Pet, sit."

"He's not just gonna-" Onas cut off, mouth still open. Brilom dropped back into a kneeling position. His back was straight and his hands gripped his thighs.

"Yes, Master." Brilom's voice was a hoarse whisper. Onas couldn't see his face with his head still bowed.

"Chin up, Pet. Show your brother how good you are." Logan grabbed a handful of Brilom's hair, tugging it back. "Tell him."

Brilom held his head high, looking right into Onas' eyes. "I'm a good pet."

"Brilom-" Onas whispered, his whole body going cold. His brother's eyes were usually hazy due to his partial blindness but this- this was different. They were hopeless now, blank of any other emotion.

"Pet, go crawl to your brother. You two can relax together." Logan flicked his hand, letting go of his hair.

Brilom dropped back to his hands and knees, crawling within Onas' reach.

Immediately, Onas dropped to his brother's level. He pulled the drenched boy against his chest, squeezing.

"Brilom..." He pressed his forehead to the back of his brother's head breifly. "You're okay. I'm never gonna let him take you again."

"Oh, I'll take it whenever I want to." Logan grinned from the doorway.

"My brother," Onas growled, "is not an it."

Logan laughed a sick, mocking laugh. "Yes it is. And it is my pet. Which means I own it and can do with it what I please."

"He is not an it! He is a living, breathing satyr. If you even think that you-"

"It's an it." Brilom's small voice said. He was crying now. Everything went still for a moment. "It is master's pet, and it'll-" Brilom took a shaky breath. "-it will do anything its master asks it to."

"Brilom, you can't mean that!" Onas cried.

His brother shook his? Its? head. Onas turned his attention to Logan, who was standing outside the cell now. The door was still wide open.

"You know he can't fight back, you sick fuck! What did you do to him?"

Logan grinned. "Oh, you wanna see? I suppose ill have you watch the tape tomorrow morning. For now, I must go." Logan glanced at the open door, then back at Onas' chain. "I'll leave the door open, I think.

Pet, you will not leave this cell until I tell you to. If I find out you did, we'll do another round of water torture, alright? We don't want that, now do we?"

"I'll stay right here, master." Brilom assured, his already weak voice wavering in fear. Onas felt the other satyr shiver against him. "I'll be good."

"You aren't gonna take him." Onas growled.

Brilom jolted, hands flying up to grip the shock collar. The smaller satyr let out an anguished bleat as electricty ran through both of them.

"Every time you refer to it as a 'he,' I'm shocking it." Logan waved Brilom's collar's remote around. "I have cameras posted everywhere. Do what you think is best for it, alright?"

As Logan's nice boots clicked down the hallway, Onas loosened his grip on Brilom. As soon as the door at the end of the hall shut, he nudged Brilom forwards.

"This is your chance to escape," he urged, squeezing his sibling's hand. "Go. Don't look back. I'll find my way to you."

Brilom didn't move. "It can't go. Master told it to stay."

Onas could've cried. "You- you're really-" He turned Brilom to face him. "If you go home, you could go back to normal life. Doesn't that sound nice? You could see Mom again?"

"But- Master told it to stay. It wants- it needs to be good... it doesn't want Master to drown it again..." Brilom looked up at Onas with those sad, blue eyes.

"Oh, buddy..." Onas whispered. "You- you really want to be called an it?"

Brilom nodded. "Yes. It's an it now. Please."

"Fine. If it gets you from being hurt like that... you're still my brother though, okay?"

Brilom nodded, collapsing into Onas's chest in a sobbing heap. Onas wrapped his big arms around him- it and closed his eyes.

Only when it fell asleep did Onas let himself cry, nose pressed to the top of its head. Onas wouldn't let his sibling see him like this, not now.

i had a vision please let me just

cw: begging, kinda dehumanizing, attempted murder i guess, bad writing

a whumper breaks into someone’s house (with the intent of killing them). they got a knife or gun in their hand. they find the whumpee and basically chase them all around their house until eventually backing them up into a corner.

at this point, whumpee genuinely believes that they are about to die, so before they can even really think about what they’re doing, they drop to their hands and knees and beg for their life.

most of it is just crying and saying “pleaseplease dont, please-” over and over again. at some point they grabbed onto the killers pant leg like a child would in their desperate attempt for mercy. they don’t even remember doing it to be honest.

once that little outburst is over, whumpee realizes that their begging was not only humiliating, but most likely pointless. whumpee stays frozen in place, like a deer in the headlights, not daring to look up like it’s the only thing keeping them alive.

whumper is unnaturally quiet, and they stay quiet for way too long. whumpee can’t tell from the position they’re in, but whumper was uncharacteristically amused by this little show. normally they would have killed and their victims by now, maybe they’re getting soft.

after a few more minutes of deafening silence, whumpee finally gets enough courage to try and look up at them. their eyes almost reach their face when whumper grabs their hair, and slowly (but roughly) leans their head back down.

now whumpee is confused. are they still going to kill them? are they going to let them go? that seems way to easy… whumpers hand is still lingering on their head, in a way that could almost be mistaken as comforting.

whumpee was almost going to say something when whumpers hand starts moving, they flinch violently as they feel fingers ruffling their hair, as if they were a dog.

whumpee has a feeling they aren’t going to be let go anytime soon.

(sorry for the horrible writing i’ve never really done one of these before, and also i’m really tired)

Whumpee with a mind control collar that only activates for Whumper's voice.

Whumpee learning to associate Whumper's voice with a complete and total loss of control.

Whumpee who feels uncomfortable and stifled, post rescue, if they have to wear anything around their neck.

Whumpee who, upon hearing Whumper's voice in public one day, mentally shuts down, wrenches themself away from Caretaker, and throws themself at Whumper's feet like they'd been trained to.

I’m writing a lot of sad lately. Sooooo if y’all have any whump requests, please send them in. I thirst for hurt comfort. I’m itching to write, but I’m running out of chapter :)

noooooo this didn't get posted on my gimmick blog nosir

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surgery whump: but like its accidental. The surgeons are the whumpers, whumpees and caretakers, and maybe they do something minor like start while you're still slightly conscious, or they do something major like stab whumpee in the stomach! maybe its anasthesia awareness, maybe whumpee just isn't cared for properly right before for whatever reason, and whumpee feels worse after.

After, what do they do? Does one surgeon take pity on whumpee and help them all throughout recovery, apologizing profusely? Do all of them take pity on whumpee and help? Does no one even get told until they're all fired (if the hospital does fire them)?

So many open possibilities

I was struck with a sudden inspiration while watching Finding Nemo, whumpee developes memory loss

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Whumpee stared up at Whumper, whispering, "Who are you?"

"Hello Whumpee, my name is Whumper, don't you remember me?"

"N-no,"

Whumpee's head throbbed, and they mumbled, "Am I supposed to?"

"Supposed to?" Whumper tilted their head. "I'm your friend!"

"O-oh. Um- okay. Hi, Whumper. Why does my head hurt so bad, do you know?"

"You hit your head pretty hard. Don't worry, I'll take care of you,"

whumpee not realising a clothing iron is on when they reach over it to get something off the shelf... and burning a harsh red line into their stomach. caretaker, of course, freaks out and presses ice to the wound but whumpee downplays the severity of the burn, insisting it's okay even when it stings against cool air.

my knee fucking burns after travelling uphill for a mile here's a prompt

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"Whumpee, can you try and keep up?" Caretaker giggled.

Whumpee put all their weight on the (insert any object) next to them, gasping. "Caretaker... my leg hurts... can we take a break?"

"Oh, sure!" Caretaker replied. They began looking around for a bench or anything for Whumpee to sit down on.

Caretaker didn't find anything (or maybe they did your choice), so they looked back at Whumpee, and saw that their leg was shaking, badly.

And suddenly Whumpee collapsed.

mining but whump (especially pre-industrail safety guidelines)

black lung, silicosis, falling off the ladders, carbon monoxide poisoning, mayve whumpee's the bird they bring down, cave ins, electrocution, axphyxsiation, trapped under rubble, boss is working Whumpee until they die, dynamite accidents, amputation.

so many flavors

During a trade, how do you imagine whumper handing whumpee over?

I like to imagine whumper has a henchman take whumpee to caretakers side, as the henchman is trembling having to walk towards a seething caretaker.

Especially if whumpee can't walk and they're dragging them.