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Taskmaster things that sound like whump things - 5/god knows how many

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When the caretaker goes to lay the semiconscious whumpee down and they realize they're gripping the front of the caretaker's shirt with bloodied fingers, desperate for comfort

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THINGS CARETAKERS SAY THAT MAKE ME GO FERAL

“can you please focus on me?”

“don't look at that, look at me.”

“you're doing a very good job.”

“you're very brave.”

“i know it hurts, just a hold on a bit more.”

“breathe in and out, follow my lead.”

“please stay down. please.”

“you're not alone, you hear me? I'm right here.”

“stay calm, I'm just gonna look at it, okay?”

“stop doing this to yourself!”

“this is going to hurt, please bear with it.”

“i promise I'll be gentle.”

“lean on me if you need to.”

“do you know where you are? who you are?”

“can you tell me where it hurts the most?”

“you can scream, it's alright.”

“hey, it's me! come on, you know me, right?”

“it was just a nightmare, you don't have to worry.”

“i don't care if you're staining my shirt, you're bleeding out!”

“keep your eyes on me, don't look down.”

“don't say that, you know it's not true.”

“this is just the fever talking.”

“shh, you're doing so good...”

“shut up! it's not me who should rest, it's you!”

Bonus point: they say these things while brushing strands of hair out of the whumpee's face. That's… *chef's kiss*

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The cold stone of the cell was rough beneath their cheek, though they barely felt it. Fever blazed through them, searing their skin, their breath shallow and uneven. They wanted to move but their limbs felt like lead, heavy and uncooperative. Sweat soaked through their clothes, making the thin, ragged fabric cling uncomfortably to their skin.

They didn’t know how long they had been here. Days? Hours? Time had lost all meaning. Their vision blurred in and out, a constant wavering between the suffocating heat of the fever and the icy chill of the cell’s stone walls. They drifted between waking and sleep, every moment harder to grasp than the last.

But then… something changed.

The cold walls of the cell seemed to dissolve around them, softening, brightening. Warmth enveloped them, not the oppressive heat of the fever, but a different warmth. The soft light of morning sun filtering in through the curtains, casting golden patches across their bed. A soft pillow cradled their head, and the sheets, familiar and comforting, tangled loosely around their legs.

Whumpee blinked, their head still felt heavy, their body weak, but this was different. Familiar. Home. They were lying in bed, their limbs warm and weightless beneath the morning sun.

They felt a gentle hand on their forehead, cool and soothing against their fevered skin. “You’re burning up,” Caretaker had said that morning, their voice low and soft, filled with concern. “You need to rest.”

Whumpee opened their eyes, and there was Caretaker, just as they remembered. Sitting by the edge of the bed, their face calm, their presence radiating comfort. Whumpee could almost feel the coolness of their touch, the softness of the blanket tucked around them by Caretaker's careful hands.

“I’m here,” Caretaker whispered. “Just rest. You’ll be alright.”

Whumpee’s breath hitched. The feeling of safety, the warmth of Caretaker’s touch—it was all so vivid, so real. The gentle rise and fall of Caretaker’s chest as they breathed, the way their fingers brushed a strand of hair from Whumpee’s face. Whumpee let their eyes close again, feeling the weight of sleep pulling at them. They could drift off here, where everything was soft, and Caretaker would stay. They always did.

But as they hovered on the edge of sleep, something gnawed at the edges of their mind. A whisper of doubt. A flicker of something wrong.

“Whumpee.” Caretaker’s voice was different now, soft but firm. “Open your eyes.”

Whumpee resisted. They wanted to stay in this moment, in this warmth. The fever, the cell, it was far away. But Caretaker’s voice was insistent.

“Open your eyes.”

Whumpee hesitated, the world around them faltering. Slowly, reluctantly, they forced their eyes open again. The golden light of the morning flickered, dimmed, and something cold crept into the edges of the room.

“Whumpee,” Caretaker said again, their voice now sounding distant, as if it came from a great distance. “This isn't real.”

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Sorry this question isn't really whump related buuuuuut, do you have any "bickering like an old married couple" prompts up your sleeves?

Hi! This is a scenario I really like, especially when the characters are in some kind of difficult situation! So here's to you some with this vibe.

The plan had unraveled in the chaos, and now they were stuck hiding behind crates in a warehouse, guards swarming the area. A peeked over the top, only to duck down quickly as footsteps grew closer.

A whispered harshly, “I thought you said you had this under control!”

B shot them a look, eyes wide. “I did! But then you had to improvise, didn’t you?”

A glared back. “Oh, sorry for trying to save us when your plan went sideways.”

B groaned. “You didn’t save us, you made it worse! Now we’re hiding behind crates, genius!”

They both froze as a guard passed close by, breath held until the footsteps faded. B finally exhaled. “Next time, just stick to the plan, will you?”

A grumbled, “Next time, come up with a plan that doesn’t suck.”

They were ankle-deep in muck, trying to make their way through the sewers after their original escape route had been cut off. The smell was unbearable, but that didn’t stop the constant bickering.

A gagged slightly, holding their nose. “This is disgusting. Next time you suggest a ‘shortcut,’ remind me to not listen to you.”

B shot them a look over their shoulder. “Hey, it’s either this or getting caught. I didn’t see you coming up with any better ideas.”

A grumbled, squelching through the filth. “I would’ve preferred literally anything else to walking through a river of sewage.”

B rolled their eyes. “Yeah, well, you’re still here, aren’t you?”

A scowled. “Only because if I leave you alone, you’ll just get lost.”

B snorted. “Lost? I’m the only one who knows where we’re going!”

A muttered under their breath, “Right into more trouble, no doubt.”

The cave walls echoed with dripping water as they huddled against the cold, both panting from the exertion of escaping the ambush. Blood trickled down from a gash on A's arm as B fumbled with the bandages, frustration etched on their face.

A winced as the bandage was pulled tighter than necessary. “Could you try not to strangle my arm?”

B shot them a glare, hands not pausing in their work. “Maybe if you didn’t charge in like a headless chicken, we wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

A groaned, rolling their eyes. “Oh, here we go. You were right, I was wrong—again. Let’s just skip to that part so we can focus on the bleeding.”

B tugged the knot on the bandage a little harder than needed, making A wince. “Don’t tempt me. You know I can leave you to bleed out.”

A smirked despite the pain. “You love me too much for that.”

B sighed, softening as they secured the bandage. “Unfortunately, I do. Now stop squirming.”

The storm raged outside, wind howling against the crumbling walls of the abandoned building they had taken shelter in. B sat slumped in the corner, clutching their leg, blood soaking through the makeshift tourniquet. A was kneeling beside them, trying to tighten the bandage with trembling fingers.

“I told you not to go after that damn thing,” A grumbled, glaring at their friend’s leg as if it were personally responsible.

B clenched their jaw, shivering slightly. “And I told you to shut up about it already. What’s done is done.”

A shook their head, tying off the bandage. “Yeah, except you’re done if we don’t stop the bleeding. You’re not exactly useful to me as a corpse.”

B managed a weak laugh despite the pain. “I’d make a fantastic ghost though. I’d haunt you into the afterlife.”

A shot them a look, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You already haunt me and you’re still alive.”

B smirked. “Then I’m doing my job right.”

Hope you like these, thank you for the ask <3

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The moment of dawning horror when they register that they just hurt someone they didn't mean to (especially if it's that one specific person they swore to protect)

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Weaponized whumpee who people are terrified of.

Feared by their friends, their team; even whumper.

They were dangerous no matter how hard whumpee tried to control it. They were surrounded by their team who argued amongst each other over what to do with them.

Were they safe to be around? What if they lost control? It's only a matter of time, right?

Whumpee kept their eyes low. Their hands balled into fists, but they felt themselves squeezing another hand.

"Hey. Are you good?" Caretaker asked, wrapping an arm around them to block some of the shouting.

"I'm calm." Whumpee whispered back, worried to give anything but a positive response. They didn't want to scare caretaker too...

"Okay, why don't we go somewhere quiet for a bit." Caretaker didn't wait and had already pulled them to their feet. Their team didn't notice the departure; they were deep in argument over if they should hand whumpee to a lab to "de-weaponize them" or kill them outright.

The second the door shut, caretaker wrapped whumpee in their arms. They could feel whumpee shaking; they were just as terrified of the team as they were of them. 

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

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Whumpee who has freed themselves, and is back to safety. They're sitting on the edge of the bed as medics/healers are taking care of them, and they just feel numb.

They barely register the touch of the medic, barely respond to the questions asked. They know they should probably feel pain, or relief, or anything, but it feels like they're underwater, and everything is muted.

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When the others don't understand just how bad it is until they see the gruff one being so very careful and gentle with the whumpee

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Have you ever thought of the whump trope in a almost post apocalyptic dystopian era, where one of the major countries in power (that isnt left in ruins from nuclear warfare) is kind of in a race to arms (trying to gain the greatest amount of military power to stay in control) with the crumbling countries around them, and they are trying to figure out a way to make the best soldier prospects even better, thus enters the living weapon whumpees, and they start this certain "project" where they watch and monitor all of the young citizens and when they spot one or a few that they believe could be a prospect for their trials they either just y'know nab them or argue with the parents and then nab the kid, and about the trauma that accompanies the trials and the ptsd the prospects acquire from the conditioning [still trying to figure out the kind of conditioning they would endure, kinda hard to figure out tbh]. could be seen as lab whump but not really kind of maybe a mix of lab whump and living weapon whump idk, i think the idea sounds pretty cool. especially if the whumpee ever escapes and trying to adjust to a normal life....

Ahhh, i totally love this idea!!

First off, the ANGST. I just imagine these poor souls forced to participate in this project as they are taken from their homes, they are confused, desperate, they probably did not expect to be kidnapped (themselves of all the citizens) and maybe they did not even know that their parents were collaborating with the government… So they probably also feel betrayed by their own family, abandoned to a horrible fate.

And without even having time to adapt to these sudden changes, they are immediately forced to train to become powerful soldiers. I also imagine that many try to rebel, as they become more familiar with what is happening and become more powerful. But the government decides to nip these revolts in the bud, imposing exemplary punishments, for example by testing on these first rebels some serums that modify their bodies in order to make these people even stronger (something like Captain America's super serum). The problem is that all this is done without the slightest consent and obviously all the guys are terrified especially when the super serum starts to have side effects (eg. bleeding, high fever, breathing and muscle problems, pain everywhere, a painful death even?).

If we add to all this trauma also physical punishments (tortures of all kinds: whippings, broken bones…) for mistakes that whumpees can make in the field, we have perfect soldiers forced to fight by their fear. Soon they will either succumb to the brainwashing that is done to them every time they are punished, or they will simply pretend to be obedient, in the meantime they will witness the most terrible things, and obviously they will develop PTSD…. Especially if they manage to escape! Once they look around, they see the world the same as always, no one cares about what happened to them (perhaps because no one knows), and they go into complete panic because they feel totally ignored and no one can really understand them.

Thank you so much for the ask!! <3

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I was wondering what happens when a person recovering from rib fractures sneezes or coughs or suddenly has a violent coughing fit?

Hey! This is such a great condition to put your whumpee in!

Well first, it is not easy to deal with a broken rib and a cold! So you have to imagine a whumpee, who is already very debilitated and tired, and as soon as they sneeze or cough suddenly feel a very strong pain in the chest, like a sharp stabbing pang.

There will be two probable consequences of this great pain: first our whumpee has difficulty breathing: heavy breaths, they won't even be able to talk because of the pain, so they would only grunt, and moan in pain… You can have all of that!

Plus, the rib would move because of the cough and this will delay healing, forcing whumpee in bed for far longer they actually planned. They will grow frustrated, sad, always depending on somebody else... not at all an ideal situation.

Then there can also happen some major serious problems, such as pneumonia, that will inevitably bring high fever, worse coughs and more fatigue; but also pneumothorax (one of my personal favorites!), aka a collapsed lung, that occurs when the broken rib punctures the lung, bringing air into the space between the lung and chest wall. Pneumothorax is really dangerous, the whumpee would be barely able to breathe, debilitating even further and with fewer chances to survive if this isn't treated quickly.

I hope you find this useful! Thanks for the ask <3

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*Whump is a term where fictional characters got hurt (be it physical or emotional), people enjoy whump for various reasons (some use whump as a coping mechanism, some use whump to heal from their trauma, some like whump for sexual reasons, some just like whump for reasons that aren't sexual and some like it for reason that aren't related to personal trauma). You can see whump in a movie, a TV show, a book or a fanfic.

Whumpee refers to characters who are victims / characters who were hurt.

Caretaker refers to characters who come for whumpees' rescue / characters who helps nurse whumpees back to health.

Whumper refers to characters who inflict pain on whumpees.

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i will never ever get tired of this trope 🙏

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a whumpee who can’t move, it hurts too badly, and they just lie there moaning while caretaker tries desperately to comfort them.

bonus points if whumpee’s noises of pain are so weak, barely audible… leading caretaker to worry even more.

bonus bonus points if whumpee is using whatever molecule of strength they have left to feebly grasp caretaker’s sleeve / wrist / fingers.

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Living weapon PTSD

Content: punishment aftermath, scars

(stoic whumpee vibes)

Sees someone pick up a long thin object, immediately winces and takes a rigid, chin-up posture like a soldier in line

Or (if severely triggered) yanks off their shirt in one fluid motion, turns and faces the wall, bracing their hands against it for support

If they see a weapon they watch it, and whoever has it, like a hawk

Trying to figure out who's in charge no matter what situation they're in. Using a formal tone with them even if they're TRYING to just be normal

Tensing up around people that act/speak like whumper. They don't want to embarrass themselves by flinching every five seconds so they're just going to flex every muscle until they are gone.

Self aware of their stiff posture. Sitting down and forcing themselves to relax into a couch and put on a fake smile

Caretaker seeing their scars and covering their mouth.

In that event, whumpee flushing and covering them because they're still ashamed of "earning" the punishments that left those marks

Or if they're from combat, smiling and telling the story proudly because they made their owner proud that day and they weren't punished

Trying to explain what happened and then suddenly going quiet

Answering questions like they're being interrogated by a superior

Refusing to speak because they're flashing back to a time they were interrogated in an enemy compound

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oooh, what about a whumpee who escaped whumper with other whumpees, and fled into the surrounding forestry but the other two whumpees died from injuries sustained escaping leaving third whumpee all alone and scared. plus surviving whumpee has a really bad wound on its leg, which results in near fatal infection. fast forward to super sick feverish whumpee who is in a state of constant delirium stranded deep in the forest with no more food or water left just waiting to die until a lone hiker stumbles upon whumpee. the hiker tries to help whumpee but whumpee refuses threatening to stab hiker if approached, because whumpee has trust issues and is afraid the hiker is working for whumper. eventually whumpee is just hanging onto life with a thread; super feverish, shivering, delirious, hallucinating, lapsing in and out of consciousness, super weak. the hiker comes back with others because they want to help whumpee, and don't care if they get stabbed in the process, and they find whumpee half dead and they manage to drag whumpee out of the woods and get them to a hospital where whumpee eventually comes too and literally freaks out trying to get away from the doctors and nurses because it reminds them of whumper. idk just a whacky thought...

ahh so, so sorry for the long wait but YESS!! I like this a lot!

I really really like the idea of a whumpee scared out of their mind, delirious from the very high fever, so they mistake the hiker for somebody they are not, maybe even the whumper themselves! And the fact they even attack the hiker is superr, considering they are barely conscious and probably can't even hold the knife, their hands are trembling so much and their view swims dangerously.

and I love the breakdown in the hospital, where all the medical personnel, perhaps even the hiker (who stayed in the hospital, wanting to make sure the whumpee is alright), have to restrain the whumpee. They hold him down, say soothing words to reassure him, but nothing works, and the whumpee keeps on kicking, scratching and biting everybody, even if they have no strength, they are in absolute pain and they lost their voice. So the only possible outcome is sedating the whumpee, who of course is terrified of needles, and they do their worse to get out of this situation. The question now is, do they manage to escape (perhaps only to pass out a few minutes later) or the doctor manages to sedate them?

thank you for your whacky thought, anon <3

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more fever dialogue cause the worms in my brain demand it:

“let me take your temperature. …oh, honey.”

“103.8? that’s impressive.”

“i can feel your heart pounding. does something hurt?”

feeling lymph nodes for swelling and picking up the febrile heat at the same time

“your fever is breaking. that’s a good thing.”

“drink some more water. i think you’re dehydrated.”

“you had a fever this high and didn’t tell anyone?”