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The Baby Storyteller
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Underrated whumpy line: "On your best behaviour, now."
Murmured under somebody's breath into an ear, or mockingly before throwing doors open to go into a crowd. When they have you backed into a corner and you both know it.
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Caretaker/Medic Dialogue Prompt
“Oh, no, no, Whumpee, I’m not tying you up. Hey, breathe, look at me. We’re not tying you up, okay? The straps are just so you don’t fall out, I promise. I’ll take them off as soon as we’re done moving you. Deep breaths, we can do this. I swear to you, I’ll take them right off. We just can’t have you falling off the stretcher, right?”
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Some of My Favorite Ways to Describe a Character Who’s Sick
pressing their forehead into something cool or comfortable (this could be an array of things. the table, the floor, someones leather jacket, their water bottle, the countertop)
warm to the touch, or heat radiating from them (could be noticed if someone’s gauging their temperature with their hands, hugging them, or just generally touching them)
leaning into people’s touch, or just spontaneously leaning on them (like pressing into their hand when someone’s checking their temp, or just, like, literally walking up and laying their head on them from fatigue. bonus points if the character is usually feral and the other is scared to engage™︎)
falling asleep all over the place (at the dinner table, on their homework, in the car, in the bathroom — just being so exhausted from doing literally nothing)
being overly emotional (crying over things that don’t usually bother them, like their siblings arguing, or their homework, or literally just nothing)
stumbling/careening/staggering into things (the wall, furniture, other people. there is no coordination in feverish brains. running into chairs, hitting the door, falling over the couch, anything and everything)
slurring their words (could be from fatigue or pain. connecting words that shouldn’t be connected, murdering all of their conversations with the excessive use of ‘mm’ and ‘nn’ in place of words) (this is my favorite thing ever)
being overly touchy (basically like a sick kid — just hold them, please. do that thing where you brush their hair back out of their face, or rub circles on their back, or snuggle them. they won’t care. bonus points if this is also the feral character and they refuse to believe it afterwards)
being extremely resistant to touch (flinching away when they usually don’t so someone can’t feel the fever, not letting themselves be touched because they’re so tired they just know they’ll be putty in their hands if they do)
growing aggressive or being extremely rude (it’s a defense mechanism — they feel vulnerable and are afraid of being manipulated or deceived while they’re ill)
whimpering/whining/groaning (this was in my “characters in pain” post but it’s so good that i’m putting it here too. this shite is gold, especially if it’s just an involuntary reaction to their symptoms)
having nightmares caused by a fever and/or delirium (crying and murmuring in their sleep, or being awake but completely out of it and convinced they’re somewhere else)
making themselves as small as possible (curling up into a ball everywhere they lay, hunching over slightly when standing, wrapping their arms around themselves)
TW for vomiting below cut !!
sleeping in the bathroom floor because they keep getting sick over and over (bonus if someone finds them all weak and pitiful. bonus bonus if they find them there in the morning only to learn they’ve been there all night)
using their hands/other body parts to clamp over their mouth so nothing can come out (like pulling their knees up to their chest and using that, or like, their arm, y’know) (~maccreadysbaby who has emetophobia suddenly gets very awkward about this post~) (~yes i have a phobia of puke and still write this happening to my characters, shut up~) (~it’s about the hurt/comfort okay~)
sympathy pukers (people who aren’t the sick ones but get nauseous/vomit when they see someone else throw up) (~aka me~) (~okay I’m done now~)
dry heaving (it’s gross, but good for making your characters absolutely freaking miserable)
rolling/churning/spinning/cramping/ lurching and all those awesome words that describe what stomachs do when sick (i hate these words with a deep, fiery passion. but they’re good for writing or whatever)
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trope i love: whumpee getting rescued from captivity / imminent harm while in full wide-eyed fight-or-flight almost-panicked mode.
"Put the weapon down, Whumpee. It's just me."
"...Caretaker?"
"I came here to find you. You're okay. You're gonna be fine."
"I...don't believe you."
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Caretaker pulling Whumpee into their lap, trying to keep them settled even as pain threatens to overwhelm them.
“Stay awake, Whumpee, please. I’m going to get you out, just stay awake. I know, I know it hurts, I’m sorry…you can’t fall asleep until you’ve seen a doctor.”
Whumpee whines against them, the noise almost pleading. Caretaker feels their heart aching.
“I know, I know. You’ll be able to sleep soon, I promise, just—just not now. Stay here, just for a little. Just a little bit longer, okay?”
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sick whumpees with sore throats and nervous stomachs working through their routine as normal, forced to be on their feet with no chance of a break to rest. brave face on. hand sanitizer in the pocket. fever rising below the collar of their sweatshirt, trapping the heat inside despite the constant shivering, until they can't stand any longer and slip out of consciousness, trembling on the ground.
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The whumpee hated that they flinched at the sound of footsteps and jumped whenever they heard any loud noises, as it all reminded them of the plethora of injuries they would never be able to forget. The whumpee wanted to ignore their reactions and somehow convince themselves that it wasn’t a problem, but they couldn’t hide it all from their very concerned friends.
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caretaker helping whumpee clean themself up and feeling guilty at seeing all the scars they never knew about
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When A is woken up in the middle of the night and at first they’re not sure why. They rub their eyes and look around blearily; all looks in order. But damn they’re hot. And as soon as that thought appears, they realize with a start it’s coming from next to them - and they look down in horror at B, laying curled into their side. B is absolutely radiating heat - so much so that A is sweaty just from being pressed against them, though no where near as drenched as B. B is shaking and whimpering pathetically, and looks pale even in the low light of the moon, with bright red spots high on their cheeks. A realizes they must not have been feeling well for a while and not mentioned anything, because with a fever like this there’s no way B didn’t go to bed feeling terribly unwell. And A hadn’t noticed.
A tries to wake B up gently, knowing they need to take their temperature and get them some water and meds, but after a few gentle hair strokes and rubbing of B’s arm, they realize B isn’t rousing at all. And if anything their face seems more pained and frightened than it had a minute ago. A starts getting frantic, shaking B harder and calling their name in a panic. They see B’s eyes flutter beneath the lids briefly, then stop as their head dropped even more towards the bed. A’s stomach drops when they realize their aren’t able to rouse B at all. Uh oh.
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Maybe it’s just because I write historical and use a lot of weird words, but there’s just something about underused, obscure whumpy words.
Feeble. Timid. Backbreaking. Unmercifully. Wrath. Despair. Wretched. Relentless. Unbearable. Arduous. Grievous. Chastening. Deference. Malevolent. Dreary. Fearsome. Anguish. Excruciating. Torment. Irons. Lament. Hopeless. Fetters. Sorrow. Suffer. Weary. Thrashing. Tearful. Disdain. Powerless. Leniency. Shudder. Pitiful. Sardonic. Lowly. Pitiless. Languishing. Mistreat. Cudgel. Scourging. Cuff. Chastisement. Futile. Drudgery. Shackles. Servitude. Quivering. Travail. Cringing. Subservience. Recalcitrant. Spurn. Meager. Hatred. Malignant. Condemnation. Timorous. Weeping. Sanguine. Pallor. Forsaken. Forlorn.
I could go on.
#whump#I love these ur so right#maybe it’s just because I’m a huge fan of#historical whump#but yes#I wanna start writing again soon and these r def gonna be on my to write list
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This is so sweet
Rescuers/medics bringing in a more “emotionally aware” member of their crew to talk to a recently rescued Whumpee, who has spent the past few days lashing out and refusing any treatment.
They’re crouched behind their bed when Caretaker walks in, wide eyes watching them intently. They know Caretaker can see them—the bed is giving them a sense of security, Caretaker figures, a barrier between them and anyone else.
Caretaker keeps their voice soft, but loud enough that Whumpee can hear them. “Hey,” they start.
“You’re Whumpee, right?” They only nod to themself, knowing the answer. “I’m Caretaker…” They notice the apprehension in Whumpee’s stare.
“I’m not a medic, don’t worry. I just want to talk to you, would that be okay?”
Whumpee finally nods. Good, an acknowledgment.
Caretaker slowly lowers themselves to their knees, stopping at eye level with Whumpee. Notably, they hadn’t attempted to come any closer, nor attempted to move Whumpee from behind the bed.
“I heard you were a little upset this morning. Is that true?”
Finally, a verbal response.
“Yeah.”
“I heard you got pretty angry, with the medic. That true, too?”
“…Am I in trouble?”
Caretaker shakes their head, resting their hands on their knees. “No, not at all. I just want to understand what happened. Do you know why you were angry?”
“…No. I just didn’t want them near me.”
They hummed in thought. “Well…I’ve also heard you haven’t been able to sleep since we brought you here.”
Whumpee was silent, but frowned.
“I know I always feel pretty crappy when I can’t sleep. I get angrier than I mean to. Do you think maybe that’s why?”
“…Maybe.”
“Well, that’s alright. I can help you figure out how to get some sleep, we can talk about that too. But do you remember specifically why you lashed out at the medic today? What did—“
“He grabbed me. I don’t want people to grab me. He wouldn’t stop grabbing me.”
Caretaker nodded again, shifting their jaw as they listened. “That makes sense. I probably wouldn’t like that, either. What if he asked to touch you, before he did?”
Whumpee was silent again, but they quirked their head to the side. Considering.
“I’m sure we can all do that, asking to do things. We can tell you what we’re doing, before we do it. So you know how we’re helping you. Would that help? I think that’d be a lot less frustrating.”
Whumpee mumbled, now. They’d come closer to the other side of the bed.
“Maybe, yeah.”
Caretaker smiled warmly. “That’s good, I can tell them that. Now…I wanna help you get some sleep. I think that’ll help you feel a lot better, too.”
They watch Whumpee quietly as they climb back onto the bed, careful not to move too quickly themselves.
“Is it hard to sleep in here?”
No answer again. Caretaker glances over to the window.
“It’s pretty bright outside, isn’t it? Even with the parking lot lights at night. I can get some heavier curtains, if you’d—“
“It’s hot.” Whumpee’s voice is barely there, a hushed mumble.
Caretaker’s eyebrows raise, their expression a relieved smile. This was good.
“Yeah? I can’t sleep if it’s too warm, either. Here, I can…” They very slowly rise to stand, keeping eye contact with Whumpee as they do so. “I can lower the temperature, that’ll help a lot. I’ll just make it a little cooler in here…I can make sure you have water at night, too. Nice cold water.”
Whumpee watches them closely as they adjust the temperature, less apprehensive than before.
Caretaker suppresses a chuckle at Whumpee’s expression. “You look pretty tired, Whumpee. You wanna try sleeping again?”
“…Maybe.”
They let Caretaker help adjust them into a sleeping position, leaving the blanket by their ankles for now. As Caretaker goes for the light switch, Whumpee calls out one more time.
“Will you come back?”
“Sure I will, Whumpee. I’ll check on you a lot, you can ask for me whenever you want. Why?”
“I…liked talking to you.”
“I liked talking to you, too, Whumpee.”
Whumpee’s prolonged nap that day was the best sleep they’d had in months.
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When your spouse kidnaps and almost kills a person but it’s okay, you’re a doctor, you can fix them.
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Whumpee won’t tell Caretaker what was done to them.
They won’t talk about their kidnapping or what Whumper said and did. The hits, the tears, the fears, the torture. None of it In fact, compared to what they were before, they rarely talk at all, low-toned and soft-spoken to a degree that sends (unwarranted?) shudders through Caretaker.
In a way, they try to pretend it didn’t exist, that it didn’t happen.
They’re strong. They rarely have panic attacks or nightmares. No one really knows what happens to them because they keep to themself and are excellent at only putting up the face they want others to see. They “never” have nightmares, and they’ve stared down anyone who brought up the only time they’ve had a public panic attack, despite trying to hold it back so badly, with a gaze so menacingly terrifying everyone acts like pretends forgets it happened.
(Even though Caretaker remembers and they can still see a pained gleam in Whumpee’s eye and they know Whumpee’s not okay, they won’t open up).
#whump#stoic whumpee#whump ideas#whump prompts#secret whump#gonna eat every time#thinking ab this and I love it#whump community#whumpblr
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Baths as a means of regulating temperature (cold baths for fevers, warm baths for hypothermia) and cleaning off the body to prevent infections.
Also as a means of physical (non-sexual) intimacy and exposure. Maybe the whumpee is exhausted and the caretaker has to wash their hair and carefully scrub their wound-ridden body.
Bathing can also reveal the extent of a whumpee’s condition (pale and/or bruised skin, wounds, malnutrition, etc.).
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Writing Prompt #2466
"Sure, I'm the one who made it out alive. But for everything I did, I'm not so sure that I'm worth it."
"What? No! You're the most important person in the world to me."
"Yeah, and I killed plenty of other people's most important person in order to be here right now."
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Caretaker praising Whumpee to help them feel less guilty/insecure about receiving care. Like saying “good job” or “I’m so proud of you” when a Whumpee drinks water, takes medicine, eats a bite of food, or does breathing exercises during a panic attack.
The Whumpee was punished their whole life for showing weakness and accepting help. Now, they have to be rewarded for doing just that.
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