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This should be used for quotes. Screw that. Whump isn’t weird, you are.

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“My good people, do not forget: the key to happiness is the unhappiness of those fictional characters you like to torture. Weirdo.”

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Sleepy whump ideas

So I heard that if you can’t sleep it’s because your awake in someone else’s dream. That sounds like whump material!

How about emotional whump where it’s like 2am and whumpee can’t sleep but they don’t want to wake caretaker so they don’t get up and do something to make them sleepy.

What about whumpee and whumper sleep in the same room and whumpee accidentally wakes whumper and gets punished.

Or if caretaker finds whumpee awake at about 4am drinking coffee and furiously scribbling in a notebook and won’t go to sleep for fear of nightmares.

But what if caretaker can’t sleep so they go sit in whumpee’s room but have to wake them because they are thrashing and tangling themselves in their blankets.

Yeaaaaaaah it’s like 1am and I can’t sleep so I’m kinda babbling but likeeeee whatever. Also thanks to that one person that follows me now. Love you bro 😭

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Trope prompt:

[okay okay okay one thing I’ve never seen but would love to goes like this:]

whumpee is delirious from their fever- they have been for the past two days. Every attempt to get through to the has been in vain: whumper has beaten them, drowned them, nearly froze them to death, but all they can get as a reaction is a smothered scream. Even now, that scream is nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by a giggle that bubbles through their battered frame. It had hit the point where whumper was almost getting worried. What if whumpee died before they could finish them off? So whumper decided to give them one wish. Just one, to hopefully ease whumpee’s discomfort just a touch. It could be a bed, some food, access to a shower-

“I want a doctor,” whumpee giggled, “a doctor, a doctor, a doctor, please!” Whumper sighed: they were hoping for something straightforward or simple. “A doctor it is,” they replied, standing up and shutting the cage door. Whumpee cheered halfheartedly, the sound slowly fading into silence as they drifted to uncomfortable sleep. That’s when whumper had an idea. “I mean, it’s technically a doctor.”

Whumper stepped back into the cage, clutching a knife in one hand and a handful of coloured candies in the other. “Oh whumpeeeeee?” Whumper sang, sitting on the floor in front of whumpee. Their hair was matted, stuck to their forehead with a thin gloss of sweat, and they picked their nails before raking them down their legs with a smile. Whumper tensely held the candies out, watching whumpee snatch them from the glove and swallowing them whole. “Thank you,” they whispered.

Whumper nodded, lightly tracing the knife over a scar. “I think you need some stitches. May I?”

Whumpee glanced at the doctor’s costume, holding out their arm slowly and closing their eyes. Whumper poised the knife over whumpee’s arm.

“Ready?”

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Maybe some bandages

It was rare a day like this occurred. Hero wasn’t used to being free to do whatever for a whole 24 hours.

Nothing from the police.

Nothing from animal control.

Nothing from marine rescue. Nothing at all.

So, when Hero came home that afternoon, after spending the day biking and laughing and eating shortcake bites, you could imagine their surprise to find Villain laying on their couch. “You really need to start locking your door, Hero.”

Hero stood in the doorway, debating on grabbing their phone, keys, even dagger, or just getting the hell out of there. “I wasn’t expecting any visitors. How’s the couch for you? Would you like a sandwich?”

Villain swung their legs off the couch and stood up, pinching their arms and making a high-pitched groaning sound at the back of their throat. “Nah, but I would like a nap, or some bandages.”

“And why, my darling guest, would you need that?”

Villain rolled their eyes. “Maybe because I got shot.”

And that’s when Hero saw it.

The silver sheen that danced on their forehead, how they seemed to take half-breaths before slowly puffing it out, how their whole demeanour was sluggish and tired-looking.

“Oh my god, you could’ve started with that!” Hero took a step to the left, glancing over their shoulder to check if their cell phone was out of their handbag.

“Let me get you some painkillers, then I’ll call an ambulance.”

Hero began to jog over to the kitchen, watching Villain out of their eye. They fumbled through the cabinet, pulling a Panadol tablet out of its packet. “Villain? How you doing? I’m nearly ready!”

No response.

“Villain?”

As Hero rushed back into the living room, they saw Villain standing in the centre, staring at the ground and swaying on their feet. “Hero…” they muttered, closing their eyes.

Hero stepped closer and pulled Villain into a very gentle embrace. “I don’t feel well…” Villain mumbled.

And then, Hero felt their weight drop, so they dropped with Villain, landing softly on the floor with them in Hero’s lap.

“I need to get my phone…”