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Content: Implied touch starvation, recovery, PTSD/trauma.

Whumpee who defensively rejects a hug or some form of affection, only to regret it - but they can't take it back now, can they? Not when they were so rude to Caretaker for offering. They couldn't possibly. They were lucky enough to have avoided a beating for daring to say no.

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I love when a character is throwing up so much that they can't take breaths in between. They're stomach won't stop trying to turn itself inside out, and they let out heave after heave.

Their face is red from exertion. The caretaker with them is getting more and more worried. Maybe the sick person is panicking, or the force of vomiting causes an asthma attack. Either way, they cannot breathe. Instead, they're helplessly choking on their own vomit.

A caretaker is frantically hitting their back, rubbing their chest, and trying to get them to calm down and take a breath.

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Fevers

Whumpees with aching eyes, too tired to keep open yet too sore to close, even the lightest pressure of their eyelids too much

Whumpee who's too weak and dizzy to do anything at all but lie in bed completely still, sweating through their blankets only to immediately start shivering after clumsily throwing them off

Whumpees with dry mouths, dry lips

The corners of their room are more shadowy than they should be, and they're too exhausted to bother to get up and see what's in there. The Hat Man will have to just wait his turn.

Strong enough to get out of bed but being so, so out of it. Caretaker finding them standing swaying in a doorway, pale as death, clearly seeing something that isn't there

Everything seems to be flickering. The air buzzes. Their skin prickles.

Getting to sleep is hard, because their mind is restless and racing. Once they're asleep though, they're down for the count

Chattering teeth. Their bones must be rattling, for how much they ache

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characters apologizing for things they have no control over. mumbling sorry while losing consciousness. feeling ashamed of a bleeding wound. embarrassed when an infection sets in. deep seated feverish guilt when they need to be carried, when their legs won't keep them upright anymore and they lean heavy on a friend, slurring apologies..........

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based on the drabble prompt “i didn’t know it was this bad”

“Hey,” A groans, head pounding and muscles throbbing. “Can you grab me another blanket?”

B makes their way toward the couch where A is already nestled beneath a throw blanket and the comforter from their bed and presses a hand to their forehead. They wince, sympathetically sucking air in through their teeth.

“i don’t think so, honey,” B says apologetically. their eyes are sad as they push a stray lock of hair from A’s face. “You’re even hotter now than you were this morning. I want to take your temperature again, okay?”

A sighs but sits up, the room spinning a bit as they hear B gather supplies from the other room. They return with a damp washcloth, a small pill bottle, and a digital thermometer. They press a hand to A’s chest, gently ushering them to lean back against the cushions.

Taking A’s face in their hand, B gently pries their jaw open and slips the thermometer beneath their tongue. “Good job,” they murmur, placing the cloth against A’s sweaty forehead. They shudder violently, but don’t resist.

“I know, I know,” B reassures them. “I know it feels like you’re freezing, but it’ll help.”

A shudders again. The wet cloth is agonizing against their skin and the thermometer in their mouth is making them nauseous. It feels like it’s taking forever to read as the probe slowly heats up beneath A’s tongue.

B’s eyes are locked on the numbers as they slowly ascend.

As if on cue, the thermometer sounds in loud, angry trills that pierce through A’s throbbing skull. Though they’ve closed their eyes, flashes of red still infiltrate their field of vision with every beep.

B takes in a sharp breath as they pull the thermometer from A’s lips, rapidly feeling their face, neck and chest in succession.

“Fuck,” they mutter, tossing the thermometer to the side. A wills their eyes to focus on the reading, and it takes a moment for their body to cooperate, but eventually they see the reading glaring back at them.

104.2.

“Shit,” B curses again, planting a kiss on A’s boiling temple. “I didn’t know it was this bad.”

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Under the blanket, A curled tighter, shaking like a leaf as another chill rattled their body. B brushed sweat-dampened hair from their brow. "It's getting worse, isn't it?" C whispered. B didn't want to say it out loud - they weren't sure they could - but eventually they gave a small nod to C. A's fever showed no sign of breaking; B didn't know what else to do. A soft whimper escaped their chattering teeth "Shhh..." B kept stroking their hair until their breathing steadied, finally drifting off to sleep...

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Happy Pride Month

-consider anon

yess!! I'm really late but happy pride month to everyone! 🌈🌈🌈

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Hello! I’m new to the whump community (not new to whump in general) and you seem like a pretty big whump blog! So I was hoping you could answer a question for me?

What is a whump awakening?

I’ve heard a lot about it but I can’t really distinguish if it’s like, when you first find out you like hurt/comfort part of things, or when you first have a whumpy thought, or just the first time time you get whumperflies,

Could you maybe help me out?

hello there! i can surely help you!

I've always thought about "whump awakening" as when you understand you like hurt/comfort stuff. For example, i consider my whump awakening watching the ending of Tangled (i was nine years old at the time) and afterwards being completely unable to stop thinking about Flynn bleeding on the Tower's floor (i replayed that scene in my head for weeks!!). Only after that i started having whumpy thoughts and getting whumperflies whenever i watched or read anything related to hurt/comfort.

I hope this helps you a bit! <3

Thanks for the ask and of course welcome to the whump community! 🥰🥰

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Howdy lol I know it's been a while but if you happen to log on I'd like to offer a little something.

Bullet ant stings. Brilliant, searing, unabating pain that can last for up to an entire day. In addition, you get some lovely symptoms, including uncontrollable trembling and sweating.

What's great about them is they're not really dangerous, so if you're just looking for some pure, unadulterated, all-consuming pain in your whump, bullet ants are pretty good tools.

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Hey! Yes!! Absolutely!!

I had an hyperfixation on ant stings some time ago because they really are *that* fascinating and can give you all the worst symptoms, also nausea and dizziness (my top favourite eheh). and you can do nothing about it because it's not like there's an antidote or something, so you just have to suffer until the pain goes away!

tysm for reminding me how cool ants stings are!! <3

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Hello! How are you? I hope you’re doing well, I love reading your prompts and was wondering if you have any advice for me. I’m a teen writer (practicing, I’ve never actually shared anything) and i got the grand idea to put my claustrophobic OC in the Backrooms with her friend while I was playing some off-brand version of it. (prolly cringe idc) anyhoo I have a few levels outlined but I’m still stuck on the Poolrooms. I don’t really have any ideas for plot (even though it’s my favorite level design wise, it’s rlly boring and I don’t know how to make it interesting enough to write) so I was wondering if you had any ideas? I haven’t decided if I want one of them to almost drown or not :3 so if you have any ideas of how exploring the poolrooms could be more exciting (whether it be drowning or injury or smth) that would be great <3 (also sorry this is so long and I hope it’s not too much but if you perhaps have any advice on writing claustrophobia too plz share bc the only things I have to go off of that is some Tumblr posts that didn’t rlly help and how I felt in the play-place slides when I was little) thank you 🫶 sorry for the shpeil, have a good day <3 (don’t forget to drink water)

Hello! I thank you for your words! I hope you're doing good too!

I must admit i don't really know much about the backrooms and i've never played any videogame based on them eheh, so i had to watch a walkthrough just to get the idea.

My first tip is that your OC could slip on the tiled floor, and get hurt, maybe a concussion, which could happen when she is alone (because for various reasons her friend has moved away or the two have split up). The OC could have a moment of confusion, or even remain unconscious underwater, leading her to inhale water and make her almost drown (I say almost because at that moment her friend will arrive and save her ;)).

I've seen there are also dark places where the water is not visible, and therefore there could be sharp objects in the water or even cracked or broken pool tiles that obviously hurt the legs or feet of OC, preventing her from continuing her path. And here the friend will have to go around the poolrooms to find a first aid kit to save her, having to abandon OC again and leaving her exposed to further dangers. Or why not leaving her delirious from blood loss, so OC could start seeing or hearing messed up things, influenced by the particular environment in which she is.

A very whumpy aspect to consider (but I don't know if it can be applied to the game) is hypothermia. Staying in water for a long time, especially if it's cold (maybe the two are in a new pool where the water is colder than the previous ones) could lead to hypothermia for both of them, even if they don't realize it immediately, and this slows them down and compromises their decision-making abilities.

Now as for writing claustrophobia, I would personally start with a description of how the place where OC is changes by her POV, for example the walls close in on her and maybe it could seem like the water rises to the point of almost drowning her. Only then would I move on to a physical description of all the symptoms that claustrophobia can give: mainly could feel dizzy, have difficulty breathing, with an accelerated heartbeat and even nausea. Usually i write this as a progressive increase of these problems, starting from the least important discomfort (eg. OC's world starts to spin). Then this discomfort increases and OC gets an accelerated heartbeat and difficulty breathing, which becomes greater and greater the more she tries to breathe or calm down, until it is now impossible for OC to return to normal and they must either sit down, or even faint. This is my drabble about a fainting, with an accumulation of symptoms until the character faints.

I really hope I helped you at least a little (if you have any more questions, please comment) and thank you very much for the ask! Stay safe <3

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one thing i never really appreciated about whipping is how you are very literally unable to take care of it yourself afterwards. someone else has to treat it for you because you physically cannot reach it. i just think thats neat.

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In my mind any whumpee can be divided into one of two categories:

1) Doesn't complain one bit unless it's Really Really bad

2) Complains a ton until it gets Really Really bad, then goes dangerously quiet

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Every day, Whumpee is brought to a room with a bolted chair, a tray of tools, and a mirror.

They're tortured to a brutal degree. Whumpee screams, sobbing through the pain, “Why!? Why are you doing th-this? Just tell me what you w-want!”

Their captors never speak; whumpee's never even heard their voices. Sometimes, they grab their face and force them to look into the mirror bleeding, shaking, barely conscious.

Then the moment ends, and it starts all over again.

On the other side of the glass sits Caretaker, watching while unharmed and being questioned.

Every time they don’t have an answer, whumpee takes the hit.

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Thoughts on noncon kissing

-jaw grabbing

-alternatively, throat grabbing

-making whumpee initiate it

-switching between two whumpers, giving whumpee no break

-whumper tastes like cigarettes/alcohol/etc

-shotgunning

-hurting whumpee until they open their mouth in pain to kiss them

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Whumpee had been so quiet, so pliant, so easy to deal with for the first few months after their rescue. They let Caretaker tend to their wounds and hold their hand without a fuss, they ate and drank whenever they were told to, they answered every question they were asked.

Then, suddenly and for reasons unknown to Caretaker, they were acting the exact opposite. Suddenly they were refusing to allow Caretaker to touch them, screaming, crying-- begging to be left alone, to not be harmed. They stopped cooperating, fighting Caretaker tooth and nail on every little thing.

Used to the easiness from before, it doesn't take long for Caretaker to become exasperated-- and finally, they snap, shouting at Whumpee for being so difficult.

Whumpee freezes on themselves instantly-- instantly lowers their head, instantly apologizes in a feeble, pliant voice, instantly reverts back to the way they were before.

Caretaker soon realizes that Whumpee wasn't fighting to be difficult, but fighting because they could. In those first months, Caretaker had become the first person Whumpee trusted to listen to them-- to actually care if they didn't want something.

Whumpee only nods along with that pliant expression when Caretaker tries to apologize, letting Caretaker hold their hand.

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Yes, torture is how I express love :3

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I thought of this during my 3 am insomnia induced whump thoughts :D....I'm fine i rlly am.

say the whumper loves little games and puzzles...and whumpee is the perfect contestant to satisfy whumper's appetite for destructive competition.

whumper likes to put sleep deprived and starved whumpee through little games or puzzles, constantly gaslighting whumpee into thinking that if they can win the game they can get to sleep or eat food and ultimately be set free. but if whumpee loses, they face various levels of punishment depending on how entertained whumper was by whumpees effort. but the catch is that the games are designed to make the player lose, whumpee can never win.

escape rooms are whumpers favorite, especially when they can incorporate psychological and physical torment.

example: whumpee is thrown into one of the escape rooms that they have constantly failed over and over, they think they only need one more try before they can figure it out. they must find the code to the exit before the timer runs out with limited resources. but the entire time the room slowly fills with smoke and increases in temperature to give the illusion that the room is on fire. whumpee thinks the room is on fire, and is working out of pure desperation of not being burned alive. since the room is designed to make the player fail, whumpee eventually passes out from smoke inhalation and fears for how whumper will react to their failure.

or bees is cool, imagine whumpee is injected with a serum that causes them to hallucinate and with the right stimuli they think they are being attacked by swarms of bees. even though its not real they can feel the little stingers piercing their skin and the burning of the venom. and constantly trying to work through the puzzle while in absolute terror and agony.

wait this could actually be like a whole thing, like if whumper has multiple whumpees all competing for their freedom that they will never win, and letting some whumpees think they are closer to the prize than others only to give them false hope when in reality no one is closer or farther away from their freedom than they were to begin with.

*evil laughter* this is diabolical

let the whump games begin...

I am very, very sorry it took me so long to answer this, but I literally found this ask just now, I don't know why….

Btw this. Is. awesome. I really love the idea of a whumpee forced to under many trials while completely starved or sleep-deprived. They can't move, speak or even think, but they are so desperate to win these “games” that they completely exhaust themselves. They never manage to win, and they feel so stupid, and they end up hating themselves because it seems impossible to them that they can't pass such (apparently) simple tests.

A cool thing would be if whumpees could talk to each other and maybe, consoling each other, they even become friends. Whumper learns this and to increase their anguish, Whumper force some whumpees to watch a whumpee trying in vain to pass the tests (I really love the forced-to-watch trope eheh). All the whumpee are terrified, they beg the whumper to let them help the poor whumpee, but the whumper just relishes in their distress.

This is really an awesome idea my friend!