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Whumpee who despises being touched and so Whumper decides to "train it out of them" by putting them in a freezing cold room or putting them outside in the snow or something, leaving them there for a while, and then coming to get them like, "If you want to be warm, it will be through me holding you."
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Can you do some sort of Christmas themed whump? I don’t have any ideas beyond that, im just in the holiday and whumping spirit and you’re my favorite whump writer
Christmas cookies and hot cocoa in exchange ☕️🍪☕️🍪
(aaAAA thank you very much! I'll be honest, I don't have the greatest idea for this one either; but when in doubt, ･ﾟ✧Hypothermia?･ﾟ✧
(To any writers who want to chime in with their own ideas to do a bit more justice, please feel welcome to)
Cw: hypothermia, chained, whumper having to play the caretaker card
Whumper awoke to a blissful morning. They poured themselves a cup of coffee and flung open the curtains. They were blinded by pure white; it seemed to have snowed.
Whumper felt a chill of realization trickle down their spine.
As punishment for the night before, they chained whumpee in the backyard. It was brutally cold at the time, but they hardly expected a blizzard.
"Oh no oh no oh no-" Whumper fluttered, wrangling their coat expecting a corpse to be in their backyard. Whumpee was nowhere to be seen and the fresh snow looked untouched; but whumpee couldn't have gone far with the chain tethering them to the tree.
They dug around and found the chain deep within the snow. They tugged it until they found whumpee's arm and yanked them to the surface. They were unresponsive, whumper took their glove off and felt for a pulse. It was there, barely; they were soaked and slowly breathing. (Much to their relief. They would rather not wrack up their charge from kidnapping to murder)
Whumper's hands shook as they tried to unlock the chain. It stayed frozen and jammed shut as they threw the chain down and unlocked from the base of the tree instead. They picked whumpee up and carried them inside, dragging the chain along with them.
They laid them on the couch and hurried to get a fire going. They wrapped whumpee in a dry coat and held them in their lap. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, I'll never make that mistake again, please be okay." Whumper whispered, combing their hand through whumpee's drenched hair.
After awhile, whumpee stirred. They squirmed around a bit in whumper's arms, but didn't have the energy to lift their head off their shoulder. "Shhh, sh sh don't move, it's okay." Whumper shushed, squeezing them tighter.
"... C-caretaker?" Whumpee mumbled. Whumper's heart dropped and they felt a flood of guilt.
"I'm afraid not." Whumper sighed. Whumpee suddenly started struggling trying to get out of their arms as whumper panicked.
"Okay! Okay it's me. It's caretaker, please stop moving." Whumper clutched them softer. Whumpee stopped struggling, seemingly trying to process everything, before fully relaxing their head back against whumper's shoulder.
Whumpee must be thoroughly confused to think they of all people, were caretaker.
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Hero had noticed that Villain seemed a little distracted during their fight—not bantering as much as usual, fighting back halfheartedly. Still, they had expected Villain to dodge their attack in time. But when Hero sent out another blast of their ice powers, it hit Villain square in the chest, knocking them into the wall behind them.
Hero gasped as they watched Villain crumple to the ground, clutching at their chest. “Oh my god.”
Villain groaned, staring down at the ice spreading across the front of their suit. “Fuck. You got me good, huh?” they forced out. The laugh that followed was on the verge of hysterical.
“God, Villain, I’m so sorry,” Hero said, rushing to them. They knelt down in front of Villain, pushing their shaking hands out of the way so Hero could inspect the damage. Ice had pierced through their suit, seeping into Villain’s chest. Thanks to their own fire powers, it most likely wouldn’t be fatal—Villain's body heat had already begun counteracting the ice. But it looked like it hurt.
Villain’s eyes were distant when they looked up at Hero, and their lips were tinged blue. “My fault,” they said, teeth chattering. “Should’ve been paying attention.”
Hero shook their head. “No, no it’s not your fault. Shit, I'm sorry, I knew you were having an off day and I still…”
Villain wrapped their arms around themself as shivers wracked their body. “S-so cold. And tired.”
“You have to stay awake,” Hero instructed, though it came out as more of a plea. “Keep your eyes open, okay?”
The ice was beginning to melt away already, but the effects would probably last longer. “You’ve g-got your chance to t-turn me in now,” Villain said, forcing themself to keep their eyes on Hero.
Hero sighed, pushing Villain’s hair back. “Not gonna happen. I’m taking you home where you can have some hot soup and lots of blankets, and then rest. And maybe when you’re feeling better, you can tell me what had you so distracted today.”
“Why?” Villain asked incredulously.
“I did this. Now I'm going to fix it.” Hero didn’t tell them about the guilt and the looming fear that always followed them. The constant underlying threat of their powers being too strong. Or that they might lose control, like they had today. One of their worst fears had just come true and it was only by luck, or maybe a miracle, that Hero had hit the one person who couldn’t be killed by their ice powers.
“If you w-wanted me to c-come home with you, you c-could've just asked,” Villain joked.
Hero couldn’t help but smile—at least Villain was with it enough to still tease them. “Don’t fool yourself. Once you’re all better, we go back to being enemies.”
“Yeah. Obviously.” Hero pretended not to notice the way Villain’s smile faltered. “You’d have t-to take me to dinner f-first, anyways. I’m not that easy.”
“Well,” Hero said, “I can at least make you chicken noodle soup, so hopefully that counts for something. Now, come on, let’s see if you can stand…”
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hypothermic whumpee cuddling with caretaker?
God, they're so cold.
It's Caretaker's first thought, and why wouldn't it be? Usually Whumpee's like their own personal furnace, and the stark difference between their normal body temperature and what it is now makes Caretaker feel a little nauseous.
They can't get medical help yet. They're trapped here, and that means the only thing they can do is... wait. Hold Whumpee and hope they're found before the situation gets too dire.
Within their arms, Whumpee shivers- buries their face deeper into the crook of Caretaker's neck. Their chuffing breaths are too cool against Caretaker's skin, and it gives them goosebumps.
"Whumpee?"
A small murmur that sounds almost contented, like whumpee's so numb to the cold that now they're underneath this little blanket, embraced by Caretaker, it's making them sleepy.
"You have to... you have to stay awake, alright?"
Whumpee hums noncommittally. Caretaker has no idea whether they're even fully conscious anymore.
With a deep breath, they pull Whumpee even closer, slowly rubbing their arms and squeezing them tightly. The trembling in Whumpee's limbs has stopped now. Caretaker doesn't know whether that's good or bad.
"Hang on, Whumpee. Just a little while longer... Please."
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It's a slow process. The body fights it every step of the way. It's the shivering that gets you.
Cruel air steals the heat from you as you curl tight into yourself. Your limbs hurt just as much as they are numb of it.
Your muscles ache and your teeth clatter and all you do is feel colder, and colder, and colder.
So cold, and so small in comparison to the fridged nothing around you.
You would do anything to be warm again.
Anything.
Please.
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Hypothermia Whump Prompts?
Yes, of course! I love cold whump (maybe too much)
Hypothermia Whump Prompt List
CW: Character Death Mention, Hypothermia
Caretaker/Whumper wrapping their coat around a shivering Whumpee
Slowly their body stopped quaking, and Whumpee felt a wash of relief mixed with exhaustion. Their legs began to lift less. Their arms shuffled stiffly at their side, and their eyelids struggled to remain staring. Maybe, I'll sit, for just a moment.
Caretaker trudges over the snow banks, cradling whumpee in their arms. "Stay awake." Caretaker begs, "Please stay awake."
Whumper is proficient living in the cold, one way or another. If Whumpee wants to survive living in the harsh environment they have to rely on Whumper. Enough is enough, Whumpee thought. They've escaped whumper, but will they ever escape the cold alive?
Caretaker's boot meets something solid in the snow banks. Brushing the snow aside, they're horrified to see whumpee.
Whumpee is so out of it, they cannot even speak, let alone recognize what's happening to them.
Multiple whumpees become trapped in the cold. Unable to stay awake, they gambled with the night. Upon getting up, Whumpee discovers that someone didn't make it.
Formal Caretaker/Whumper watched the heavy snowfall from in front of their cozy fireplace relaxing in a recliner. They sighed at the obnoxious rattling that nearly shook their front door. Their personal enemy, whumpee, sat at their doorsteps waiting to give their best pleading to be let inside.
Caretaker spying Whumpee stumbling and staggering in the middle of a freezing night.
"Whumpee?" Caretaker asked the shivering silhouette.
Magic/Nonhuman Caretaker continues to check Whumpee's vitals with the whisk of their hand, and they're growing concerned about the slowing heart rate.
"Whumper?", Whumpee's terror managed through clattering teeth. In their delirium, they did not understand who they were looking at.
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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 10: Hypothermia
TW: bonds, hypothermia, punishment
Whumpee’s teeth shattered as Whumper marched them through the cold, snow-covered forest. Although the sun was hidden behind a blanket of clouds, the failing light told Whumpee it was growing late. Whumpee’s bare feet ached from walking on the snow, their wrists burned from the course ropes binding them together.
Whumper didn’t slow once, not even when Whumpee stumbled over a hidden tree root and pitched forward, unable to use their arms to catch themself. Whumper only glanced over their shoulder at the fallen Whumpee and ordered them to stand. Whumpee, now sporting bruises on their right elbow and shoulder, had no choice but to obey or be dragged in the snow by the rope in Whumper’s hand.
Finally, the dense thicket of trees opened up, revealing a vast lake, completely frozen. Whumper didn’t hesitate, leading Whumpee out onto the ice. Whumpee barely noticed the change in terrain; their feet were so numb they felt less like feet and more like blocks of ice attached to their ankles.
When they reached the center of the frozen lake, Whumper stopped and studied the ice below, nodding to themself.
“Wh—what are—what are we—are we—do—ing—doing here?” Whumpee stuttered out, teeth chattering so much it made speaking nearly impossible.
Whumper fixed them with a flat, disapproving stare that made Whumpee want to curl up and wilt. “This,” they said, voice as cold and lifeless as the snow, “is your punishment for defying me. I do not allow tolerance for disobedience.”
Whumpee’s eyes flicked from Whumper to the frozen lake. “B—b—b—!”
“Shut up!” Whumper snapped, eyes flashing in anger. They drew the long, sharp dagger they always kept at their side and raised it high in the air. Whumpee cringed back, apology already forming on their quivering lips.
But instead of striking Whumpee, Whumper plunged the blade deep into the ice. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, creaking and splitting underneath Whumpee’s feet. They cried out as, with a large crack, the ice beneath them gave way, plunging them into the unforgiving waters below.
The shock of how cold it was overwhelmed Whumpee, forcing the air in their lungs out in a spray of bubbles. They sank like a stone in the freezing water until the rope binding them to Whumper jerked up, keeping them from going further down. Realizing their lack of air, Whumpee tried to kick their legs, but they only moved lethargically, unable to propel them against gravity.
Panic began to set in as the cold seemed to seep into Whumpee’s bones, their blood, their very soul began to freeze over. And they couldn’t get air. The dark waters seemed to grow even darker, and everything grew numb and faded.
Whumpee barely noticed when Whumper yanked them out of the freezing water onto dry, solid ice. They slowly blinked the water out of their eyes and stared at Whumper, shivering violently. Why did they look so angry?
“See this,” Whumper hissed, “as an example of what will happen if you invoke my wrath.”
“...I’m…I’m…s…sorry…” Whumpee mumbled through unfeeling lips with a tongue they weren’t entirely sure existed anymore.
Whumper glared down at them for a few long heartbeats before they turned and marched back to their stronghold, dragging Whumpee along behind them.
Part 2 >
#merry whumpmas#my writing#whump#whump scenario#whumpee#whumper#sadistic whumper#captured whumpee#hypothermia#hypothermia whump#punishment whump
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IDK why but I’ve been on such an ‘exposure to the elements’ kick lately. Maybe it’s because I have a tendency to go walking and somehow always end up 2 hours away from home when it starts to blizzard.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking a lot about whumpee stuck out in the cold. Some of these are things I’ve mentioned before but I’m doin em again cause why not.
The unstoppable trembling when whumpee is chilled to the bone
Chattering teeth
Fingers so stiff they hardly move or do what they’re told to
Beat red skin that is painful to touch
Shivering not only outwardly but also inside the ribcage (I get this idk maybe I’m just weird)
Curling up in a ball and blowing onto frozen hands
The painful tingling when whumpee starts to get feeling back in their skin
Two whumpee’s huddling together for warmth
Whumpee burrowing deep into a pile of blankets when they get home
Whumpee’s hair and clothes forming ice where the moisture from their breath meets the cold air
Getting completely disoriented in whiteout conditions
Shaking hands trying to light a fire
Caretaker trying to rub warmth back into Whumpee’s skin
Stumbling along on numb feet
Whumpee getting so cold they lose the ability to think about anything else
Being unable to get warm no matter how many blankets they have or how much tea they drink
Nose running uncontrollably/constant sniffling
Frostbite and hypothermia
Whumpee continuously trying to pull what clothing they have on around them to protect them from the cold, to no avail
Whumpee who has bad experiences with the cold starting to panic any time they get even the slightest chill
Add any others y’all can think of!
#whump#recovery whump#whump prompt#whump tropes#whump scenario#whump idea#cold whumpee#cold whump#hypothermia whump#frostbite whump#exposure to the elements whump
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Could you do 12 of the angst Whump prompts?
Absolutely! 12: Delirious/Fever/Hallucinations/Sleep Paralysis
Bitter cold wrapped icy fingers around Whumpee as they curled up on the chilled stone floor. They shivered. Their skin prickled. Fire shot through their body and disappeared again. Whumpee shivered uncontrollably, desperate for the burning fever to come back. Anything to feel warm.
Their skin felt like it was on fire.
They were freezing.
They were so, so hot.
Their muscles, on fire and shaking, spasmed. They could see Caretaker in front of them with a blanket. They lifted the blanket over Whumpee. It burst into flames and Whumper appeared behind it, laughing manically. The blanket became whole again and turned into Caretaker, holding a steaming bowl. They tilted the bowl and the liquid slipped and spilled, no longer hot but cold.
So, so cold
Whumpee's eyes flew open, teeth chattering. Rain, pelting through the window, had soaked their clothes and pooled around them. They sniffled and curled into a tighter, helpless ball. Shivering, tears blurred with raindrops. The fever seared through their veins.
So hot.
So cold.
So alone.
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Whumpcember Day 3: Hypothermia
TW: Brief Mention of Blood
@whumpcember
Caretaker drove down the road. They were on their way back home. They lived in basically the middle of nowhere, at the far end of the countryside. Where there was nothing but trees and road. It was freezing outside, a thick layer of snow completely covered the ground. Caretaker was surprised they could even manage to drive their car on the slick roads.
Winter had been extra harsh this year. There’s been a snowstorm every two or three nights. It made Caretaker grateful they had somewhere warm to stay. They prayed for those that didn’t.
Caretaker began to think about their friend. They hadn’t seen or heard from Whumpee in a while. They really hoped they were okay and not stuck out in this weather. They wondered why they hadn’t heard from Whumpee in a while. Had they gone out of town maybe? If they remembered correctly, Whumpee was from the south, where it didn’t snow much. Maybe they’d gone back to be with their family and stay warm. Caretaker hoped that was the case.
When they arrived home, they heard their dog barking from inside their house. They raised a brow. Had someone broken in? Did something spook the dog? What was going on?
Caretaker quickly rushed inside their house. Before they could locate the problem, their dog sprinted out the door. Alarmed, they quickly followed. “Where are you going?! What are you–” They stopped dead in their tracks at the sight before them. On the far end of their porch was Whumpee. Curled up in a ball, unmoving. Caretaker rushed over, snatching their glove off to check for a pulse. It was dangerously low. “Whumpee, what are you doing here? Are you okay?”
Whumpee’s eyes barely opened. “Have to… Have to… leeeave…”
“Leave?”
“Ruunn… Run away…”
Caretaker looked around. Not a soul was nearby. Who could Whumpee be running from? They lifted Whumpee from the porch and brought them inside. They set Whumpee down on their sofa, making sure they were comfortable. “I know you may not want this but, I’ll have to take off some of your clothes so you can get warmer, okay? They’re wet and that won’t really help you. I’ll bring you a blanket and turn the heat up.” Caretaker explained softly as they began peeling the thin layer of clothing. Their dog barked loudly, nudging their hands away from Whumpee. “No, no. It’s okay. They’re going to hurt me. Whumpee is a friend.”
“Hurts…”
“Something hurts?” Caretaker paused.
“Hurts.” Whumpee repeated.
Caretaker peeled away their jacket and found many bruises and open wounds across their arms. There was dried blood everywhere. The bruises were purple and looked fresh. Hypothermia wasn’t the only thing Whumpee might have been suffering from.
“Whumpee, we need to get you to a hospital. Immediately.”
#whumpcember#whumpcember2023#whump#whump writing#creative writing#writeblr#writer things#hypothermia whump#suspense
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Whumpcember Day 10: Freezing
From my merman whumpee Zale's story, only this time it's about the diver who tried to warn him away from the oil rig. A prologue, if you will.
@whumpcember @pigeonwhumps @i-eat-worlds . Lmk if you want to be added or removed! I'm always worried that people get too many notifs but don't want to seem rude by mentioning it.
CWs: near-death due to hypothermia; male human whumpee; no whumper just nature; technical descriptions of saturation diving ops gleaned from Wikipedia and a lot of articles that interviewed divers
Douglas was in trouble.
It had been a routine excursion. He and two other saturation divers were on their fifth day at depth; all of them had gone on more jobs than they could remember, so they were all experienced. You had to be, to be a sat diver. Well over 600 feet down, wielding their technical skill to repair pipelines and machinery underwater in low vis, knowing everything there was to know about their equipment, gear, and their limits…and, even with all that, about eight other people on the ship or in the bell making sure they didn’t die in one of the many, many ways that pressure, air supply, or just the simple fact that they were in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico in winter could kill them.
Stereotype had it that saturation divers were headstrong and always wanted to be in charge. After all, they had most dangerous dive jobs they could choose to take; they had to be brave. So yeah, Douglas and the other guys on his team were all pretty intense, but none of them could be the impatient, argumentative type. Living in a hab for over a month with the same four or five guys would drive anyone mad, but you couldn’t let it fuck with you too much. You had to be able to chill, get over the inherent sense of claustrophobia that comes with cramped conditions and no sunlight to speak of, and not let minor annoyances get in the way. Then, after surfacing, you could keep as far away from that one annoying guy as you wanted.
Their equipment kept them alive in compression. In turn, they had the job of keeping themselves cool mentally.
This one time, Douglas had been interviewed by a guy for a documentary on modern maritime mishaps. ‘Mishaps’ was a pretty funny word for incidents that sometimes resulted in divers being obliterated in an instant by pressure change, but Douglas was an affable speaker who wasn’t too worried about that sort of thing. It was rare. To lighten the mood, he told the guy, “Really, I’d be more nervous if I was part of the life support supervisors! Think of the pressure…literally and figuratively.” That joke never got old.
On this day, though, Douglas’ mind was only on his work. Every now and then he’d have the luxury of looking at a cool chunk of coral or fossil or manmade debris, but he usually couldn’t afford to take a break and get distracted. Especially now. Visibility was low and the currents were strong, and Douglas had a job to do. He had one more hour under here before the next guys could take their shift.
Douglas’ team was specifically inspecting and reinforcing an underwater cable that carried power from offshore windmills to the mainland. The cable had to be incredibly thick and durable to withstand the sea floor (and the sea creatures that occasionally liked to nibble on it; once, on another job, Douglas had seen a mako shark take a bite out of a pipeline), and they had to be continuously monitored and repaired. A lot of that could be done remotely, but the dive teams were essential.
Welding underwater, fastening flanges around pipelines, methodically inspecting each length of pipe or cable, of hull or propeller…being underwater for so long and with such tasks was interesting enough, but what often struck Douglas was the sheer size of everything he was working with. Including the ocean itself. In times of higher vis, Douglas could look out on all sides of him and practically get lost in the overwhelmingly beautiful blue. It was almost hypnotic. His human eyes couldn’t even hope to comprehend it all.
…and in low vis like this, Douglas was happy that he only had to comprehend what was visible in the beam of his headlamp: the cable in front of him and the tools on the lift bag beside him. He moved slowly and carefully, making sure his umbilical stayed untangled.
His umbilical was quite literally his lifeline. The several-inches-thick cord tethered him to the diving bell, which was likewise tethered to the ship. Aside from keeping him attached in case of emergency (and to find his way back), the umbilical contained cables for electricity to power his headlamp, voice comms, camera, and locator. It also delivered a steady supply of air and warmth: helium, oxygen, and a tinge of nitrogen, all heated in this case, and a hot water supply that circulated around his dry suit. Temperatures were frigid down here.
So he was quick to notice, while working on a particularly jagged cut in the cable, that his left arm was suddenly freezing.
Douglas’ headlamp swung to the offending arm. It took him a second to locate the problem, but, sure enough, there was a fresh cut in his dry suit’s arm. What was worse, he realized after a beat, was that the hot water supply had stopped circulating: it was now leaking out into the open ocean and leaching Douglas’ heat with it.
He was in trouble, but he kept calm like always. As long as he had his umbilical, he’d be okay. The supervisors and techs in the bell would know by now that there was something wrong; they couldn’t communicate with him, but they’d be able to see on the monitors that something was wrong with the hot water supply. He began swimming back with it. Into his voice comms with the other two divers, Douglas said, “Puncture in my suit. Heading back to the bell.”
To his alarm, the response from Lynns was fractured, unintelligible. Douglas gritted his teeth and continued, hand-over-hand, to struggle against the current and try to get back as fast as possible. It had been less than a minute, but, already, his lower half was so cold that it felt like it was on fire. Wondering why he wasn’t making as much progress as usual, the diver turned back and realized with icy horror that his legs were barely moving. He could barely feel them when he flexed a muscle.
Douglas pulled on the umbilical with renewed vigor, but panic was starting to ebb at the edges of his mind. Why isn’t the team pulling me on their end? It didn’t make sense, and as the seconds ticked by, the current felt stronger as Douglas felt weaker. Thirty-five-odd degrees Fahrenheit was already dangerous on land, but in the water and as encumbered as he was…
…he was choking on heliox. His lungs were rattling his body with cold shock breaths. To his immense relief, the umbilical started to be reeled back in to the bell –
It’s too slow. The umbilical was about 200 feet in length, and Douglas had reached its end for his work on the cable. He noted this fact with increasingly numbed thoughts. I hope the team doesn’t feel guilty when they can’t get me back in time. Fuck! How’d this all happen so quick? How could he have been working steadily one moment, and then the next --
Something tugged at his arm.
Douglas looked blearily up and almost started spasming with cold shock again. A person was pulling him steadily forwards – but this person wore no tanks, had no line, had no headlamp to see him by. When they turned around to check that Douglas was still with them, their eyes shone in his lamplight.
When they smiled, their teeth were sharp and gray.
Douglas wouldn’t have resisted even if he could. In his weakened state, the thing that tripped him up the most was how easily this person (angel? Apparition?) carried him through the water. Even when Douglas went limp and stopped making any effort to swim, the person lugged the weight of him and his gear across the current until, through the murk, the bell’s moon pool loomed overhead.
Douglas’ memories were hazy after that. He could recall several things that were probably not in the right order: Lynns hugging Murphy as Aldaine and Wright cut his suit off; a huddle of warmth that started to sting, to which Lynns hugged all three of the others in relief; voices on the radio to the surface; mentions of how lucky he was. Douglas was too drowsy to care all that much. He knew he would be absolutely horrified by his brush with death once he was more awake, but now, before he passed out into a deeper sleep, the only line of thought that he could grip concerned the creature who had saved him.
He could have sworn, in addition to their strange eyes and teeth and strength, that they had a tail.
....
Definitely using Douglas as a character for Call of Cthulhu rpgs, only this character will encounter something a bit more cosmic horror-y than a mer
#whumpcember#whump#whumpee#merman#merpeople#mer whump#whumpcember2023#whumpcember2023day10#whump writing#hypothermia whump#hypothermia#environmental whump#whump rescue
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Whumpee with some sort of fire/fire adjacent powers. They can set themself on fire, or breathe fire, or whatever. In comes Whumper, who leaves them soaking wet in the cold, forcing Whumpee to use their abilities to heat themself up. Maybe Whumper doses them in more water if they think they're getting too warm. Whumpee's forced to use their abilities constantly, always on the cusp of hypothermia, until they're too physically tired to keep it up.
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Whump Idea #2
THE TORTURE JAR!! THE CLASIC,PUT YOUR WHUMPEE IN A JAR!!!!+NONHUMAN GIANT WHUMPER & CARETAKER!!!
Just a punch of prompts of the idea...
TW: READ THE TAGS
▪︎the jar going to the regrigerator. Dark and cold.
•let the jar half full of water in the fridge,the water slowly freezing while whumpee's inside
▪︎Whumpee getting frostbitten without nonhuman!Whumper knowing what frost bite is
•nonhuman!Whumper asking help from nonhuman!caretaker,
• Entity!caretaker being horrified by whumpee's state
▪︎The jar getting slowly filled up with water, nonhuman!Whumper Watching whumpee drown for a big after all the panic for the waiting
▪︎Dont feed the whumpee in the jar for a long time,and when they're starving give them a bottle that turns out was liquid poison
▪︎putting a little friend in the jar( aka wild hostile entity thats aslo tiny)and let whumpee be eated alive until they on the edge of death then just killing the entity because nonhuman!whumper can easily squish both
▪︎Shake it
Whumpee go bing bong bing bong-And it hit very hard aganist the glass
But becouse t i n y the jar doesnt break. Aslo bone break and dislocations and y'know the classic of Hits
▪︎Shaking the jar everytime whumpee tries to sleep,So they get sleep deprived
▪︎Presume it with other entities like it was a weird potion or cooking ingredient or something exotic like that
You can literally do whatever you want with a whumpee in a jar. Feel free to add some more that keep the admosphere!
#g/t#whump#whump prompt#whump ideas#pet whump#claustrophobia#tiny whump#tiny whumpee#sadistic whumper#whump inspo#Nonhuman whumper#sleep deprivation#hypothermia whump#hypothermia tw#Drowning tw#Water torture tw#nonhuman caretaker#Tell me if I need to tag more!#dehumanization whump
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Frost*ೃ༄
draft from july 28th 2022. posted now. mdk what the purpose of this was but here we go.
box boy - He/Him, Cesar - He/They
Content: BBU, pet whump, near hypothermia(?), freezing
Cesar froze.
Waiting at their doorstep was a decently sized box, drenched in rainwater. There might even be some ice on the top.
What did I order?
They would’ve stayed in their thoughts, staring at the box, but it was practically starting to hail now. They rushed to unlock the front door and hastily shoved the box indoors.
He threw his wet coat to the side and frantically began opening the box. Cesar let out a gasp at the sight beneath them.
A shivering-soaked little box boy.
He seemed to be trying to position himself a certain way, but could hardly move. Whether it was because of the tight box, or freezing cold, probably both Cesar thought. His mind kept spewing more questions, but he forced them aside, right now his focus was on the little box boy.
“Uh...I’m going to pick you up now?”
The only response was an increase in shallow breaths. Cesar attempted to wrap his arms rather awkwardly around the boy, then moved his arms in several different ways for a few rather embarrassing moments. He settled for a bridal carry, muttering apologies as he tried to make the boy comfortable in his arms.
He considered running a hot bath, but decided against it as the temperature change would likely be too sudden. They set him down against a fluffy couch, then dashed to the bathroom to grab every clean towel they could find. Cesar didn’t know whether to feel relieved or more worried when he found the box boy hadn’t moved at all. They knelt down near his face, several towels at his side.
“So I need to take off your clothes, they’re drenched….I’ll give you some of my clothes but we need to dry you and warm you up.”
This time, the shivering form glanced up at him before quickly averting his gaze. “Do you need help taking off your shirt?” Cesar figured he would, but better to at least ask first, right?
The person shuffled himself into a more upright position—or as much as he could, anyway. His movements were slow with his shivering. His lips moved, trying for words, but settling with a few nods.
Cesar carefully took his shirt off and wrapped their fluffiest towel around him.
He seemed to become more anxious, eyes darting around the room in frantic glances. After a moment, the shivering calmed a bit.
By the time Cesar had finished changing him, the shivering had ceased entirely.
The box boy still seemed very anxious, but more exhausted than anything. Cesar left and returned with a blanket, which he draped over the person.
For a few moments, Cesar didn’t know what to do next. Should I just let him rest? Should I introduce myself?
Cesar snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of a whimper.
He knelt down realizing the sound had come from the person, who I changed and then left on the couch while hovering over him.
“Hey..this is probably really scary and confusing…but you should rest now. It’s alright you’re out of the awful weather.”
They didn’t know whether the person was understanding them or not, but worth a try.
“I’m gonna try drying your hair with the towel,…Uh..lemme know if I hurt you by accident?”
With that, they held the towel spread out in their hand and gently moved it to the top of his head. As gently as they could, he split the hair into different sections and rubbed the towel up and down.
At first, the box boy remained with his frightened expression, trying to keep an eye on Cesar. He gradually became calmer and looked exhausted. After a while, his eyelids became heavily lidded.
His exhaustion overtook his fear, and he fell asleep with Cesar’s hand in his hair.
#sour whispers#bbu#bbu whump#box boy universe#pet whump#cold whump#stranger caretaker#whumpee#hypothermia whump
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A town in the old west has been cut off in a blizzard. The roads are buried in eight feet of snow and the railroads covered in ice.
The Town's Sheriff went to check on one of the rancher families before the storm hit. but misjudged how much time he had and got caught out. blinded and disoriented in the whiteout, the Sheriff gets more and more hypothermic as he tries to reach home. by the time he does, he's near-falling off his horse. The only thing keeping him going is the thought of his daughter, barely 16. waiting for him.
When he does finally reach home, it's dawn and his daughter immediately emerges from their house and helps him inside. bundling him into bed beside the fire. Pneumonia develops quickly and harshly.
When word of the Sheriff's condition gets around town, the townsfolk band together and help wherever they can. Hot meals brought over from the Saloon, The Doctor dropping in whenever he has a spare moment, fuel for the fire from the Blacksmith, The Sheriff's done so much to protect them over the years, to help them out, the least they can do is help him for a change.
#whump prompt#whump#caretaker#caretaking prompts#cold whump#hypothermia whump#sickfic#sickfic prompt#multiple caretakers#Wild West whump#parental figure whumpee
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Happy winter!
How about a whumper throwing whumpee through the ice of their frozen swimming pool :) Sending them back into the freezing water with a swift kick to the chin when they're trying to get out.
Or stepping on frozen, shaking fingers clutching the edge of the pool.
Orrr just let whumper retreat to the warmth of his house, knowing that whumpee won't even attempt to get out because they know the consequences of disobeying :))
(Checking in on them after about 15 minutes, taking them back inside to deal with the cold, cold aftermath)
#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#exposed to the elements#removing the ladders like a cruel simplayer#hypothermia whump#cold whump#freezing whumpee#sadistic whumper#environmental whump#my prompts#my writing#bonus if the ice was actually frozen solid#like solid solid#and whumpee gets a concussion instead :)
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