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I think my favorite Whump are these ideas, and first and second are currently my plot contrivances in my fic I’m writing. (Thus I present them to you as ideas for your own use!)

First: The whumpee is the stronger one out of their relationship in terms of either magic (literally just “more of it”) or physical size and strength. They leap through actual hoops to hide/not worry others about some issue that puts their life in the balance (usually a long chronic, or congenital issue) but eventually their partner, will be caretaker, finds out the hard way. And suddenly caretaker is holding the whumpee promising that it’ll be okay, to just focus on them, and breathing, and that it’ll be okay.

Second: that script gets flipped on the whumpee who has always known they were stronger but suddenly caretaker is severely hurt and they suddenly start doing anything they can do to make sure caretaker is okay. Including putting their own life at risk because they can’t stand seeing them hurt. (Aka: whumpee is weakened to not be OP, and caretaker is injured to allow the plot to progress.)

Third: whumpee is rivals with will-be-caretaker. They used to be friends. Will-be-caretaker finds the whumpee hurt, half dead, and barely breathing, and that suddenly brings up a whole host of memories. Would be, becomes ‘the caretaker.’ Drags/Carrie’s whumpee to safety, treating wounds knowing that they wouldn’t have made it if not for them, and hating that fact. Having their sure footed understanding of whumpee being untouchable shattered as they remind whumpee that they care so, so much. That they’ve missed them so, so much. That if whumpee promises to hang in there, to live, that they can talk and fix things. That it can’t end like this. It can’t. It can’t because caretaker never was really hated the. They just were upset and being dumb. So they hold their best friend to them, the person they only insisted was a rival to keep some petty sort of pride, and whisper about how much they never stopped caring. How much they want to be there for them and that they want to fix things. And that’s a goal. Now whumpee cannot die. They have a thing to do.

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these are awesome!!! i really like the last one -- whumpee and caretaker who are enemies is a personal fav trope of mine ;)

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I see your “whumpee is embarrassed of their clingyness” and raise you “whumpee feels guilty about their clingyness.”

Maybe caretaker hasn’t slept in days taking care of a sick whumpee. Caretaker finally falls asleep and whumpee gets worse, but tries desperately to keep quiet so they don’t disturb caretaker, as much as they want the comfort because they’ve kept them up for days already and they don’t deserve it

Or maybe whumpee overhears caretaker turning down an invitation to stay and look after whumpee, and whumpee lashes out in an attempt to get them to go because caretaker deserves to have fun

Meanwhile caretaker is so confused where this all came from because whumpee is sick/hurt??? Of course there’s no where else they’d want to be??

HEAVY on that last line!!! caretaker would never ever want to leave whumpee's side and they don't know why whumpee can't grasp that!

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heyyy so i've been scrolling through whump prompts for over and hour now and i couldn't find ONE with whumpee having their arms hanging over their head, and i seriously need ideas for my fic, can u help me??

sure, sorry this is late!

whumper has whumpee suspended from the ceiling

or maybe chained to a wall, arms over their head

whumpee's legs are too weak to stand, so all of their body weight is straining their shoulders and wrists

being suspended like this for a long time could dislocate limbs and lead to permanent damage if / when they get rescued!

they might need their arm(s) in a sling

or maybe physical therapy!

i hope this is what you're looking for!!

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I HAVE A PROMPT!!!

Whumpee and caretaker turn another corner, and they see it: the exit, their way out of this nightmare. Whumpee weakly clutches the caretaker's arm, and smiles for the first time in months as they sprint towards the door. Finally, after being tortured, mocked, and dehumanized for so long, they'll finally see the sun again, they'll see their friends again, and they'll be free to be their own person again! Sure, the path to recovery will be long and bumpy, but as long as Caretaker is by their side, nothing will stop them from-

BANG!!!

The duo crashes to the floor with a loud thud. Whumpee coughs as they try to lift their body from the ground. They turn their head to Caretaker...

And they see a pool of blood forming from their head.

"Such a shame I had to waste a bullet." Whumper's voice echoed from across the hallway, "It didn't have to be this way, you know? All you had to do was listen to me. Then again, I should've known an idiot like you wasn't good with following directions."

OOOOO you're so evil >:)

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during migraines, whumpee rests their head in caretaker’s lap.

caretaker strokes their hair, kisses their temples, and lightly massages their face with an ice roller.

whumpee doesn’t have the energy to talk — but they do hum occasionally. caretaker knows them well enough to decipher what each hum means:

“a new wave of pain just hit.”

“that’s the spot. that feels better.”

“i love you.”

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there’s something about comfort when caretaker knows it might be the last thing whumpee hears…

the emotional undertones of it all. caretaker has a huge responsibility on their shoulders. whumpee might be dying, and whether or not they can stop it, they know they can control one thing:

whether whumpee dies comforted, or scared.

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you do not know his name. you have never fought by his side in any meaningful sense. he is a strange face wearing the same colors as you, only his are stained with red as he begs you to hold him. please, he says, but your ears ring from gunfire. you bend down to hear him repeat: please. he is lightweight in your arms. too young to bleed. too young to grasp the collar of your fatigues and wish to go home. you need to say something. your traitor lips stay numb with shock. numb, too, grow your legs underneath his body. the only part of you with any feeling at all is your heart, rendered a painful ouroboros until you are cradling a corpse and your collar is stained with red.

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caretaker kissing the knuckles of unconscious whumpee.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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“goose was launched into a 200 pound canopy with 10 Gs of force, shattering his skull, neck, and spinal cord, & then his body parachuted down to the water where he was under the surface for several minutes” and????? he went to the hospital and got treatment!! i don’t know what movie you watched but he’s literally fine

I love how some of us ignore life threatening injuries to our characters.

"LMAO they should be dead" Nah, they're good. Just give 'em a bandaid and they'll be fine :)

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if you enjoy lucifer, you should watch manifest. (and vice versa)

commonalities:

girl detective main character

at the beginning of the show, she’s in a relationship with another detective

her other love interest is a stubbled guy with dark hair who very recently came into the picture

and he has a Dark Past™️ with daddy issues

the fmc’s current romantic partner HATES this New Guy, and wants to protect the fmc from him

the fmc is very close to a precocious young child, who ends up bonding with the New Guy

the whole show is chock full of religious themes and imagery

very very very whumpy

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underrated whump fan experience: watching a show / movie and all of a sudden realizing “oh my god THAT’S where that gifset / clip was from!!!!! now i finally know the context!!!”

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injured or traumatized whumpee can only fall asleep if they’re in caretaker’s arms.

that’s it. that’s the prompt.

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whumpee pinned under a fallen pine tree in the forest.

they reach their leather-gloved hand out as far as they can, but can only grab fistfuls of snow. they’re alone. once their warm clothes get soaked through with snow, they’ll have a hard time keeping their body temperature up.

not to mention the broken bones they might have from being crushed by the heavy tree trunk. if their ribs are cracked, and they shift the wrong way, a shard of bone could pierce their lungs, and it’s hard enough for them to breathe as it is…

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caretaker finding whumpee freezing in the snow.

is whumpee a friend? a partner? a stranger? are they conscious, or not? have they shed their clothes? do they have any other injuries?

one thing’s certain: they’re severely hypothermic, and if caretaker doesn’t get them to warmth soon, whumpee will be dead.

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caretaker giving whumpee their glasses.

is whumpee injured or dying on the ground? have their glasses been knocked off in a fight, or a fall? are their teeth smeared with blood as they say to caretaker “i want to see you”?

is whumpee blearily waking up in the hospital? are their glasses neatly folded on the bedside table? do they grope for them, or just blink at the lights, confused?

is whumpee healed or healing but with mobility issues in their arms? do they struggle to raise their hands to their face, or do they lack dexterity in their fingers?

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caretaker giving whumpee physical therapy to help them recover

gently stretching whumpee’s tight limbs

letting whumpee lean on them as they walk

massaging whumpee’s sore muscles

is caretaker kind with it? encouraging? do they wipe whumpee’s tears and tell them they’re doing a good job? “i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” as they move whumpee’s sprained joints. “one more set.”

or is caretaker gruff? blunt? “this is gonna hurt like a bitch,” they say, rotating whumpee’s injured arm. as they sit back, hands on hips while whumpee tries to stand: “come on. get up. i know you can do it, now stop pussyfooting around.” do they give whumpee tough love?

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dying soldier whumpee shifts in their friend’s arms. “i don’t want to die,” they say with a whimper. “i want to go home. i just want to go home.”

they’re squeezing their friend’s hand like their life depends on it.

their friend carries them off the battlefield, away from the fighting, to a cluster of trees. it’s quieter over here. peaceful.

“you’re a damn brave person,” says the friend, “and stronger than i’ll ever be. it was an honor to fight alongside you. i love you.”

and they kiss whumpee on the forehead.