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Great idea: A nature documentary about the most scientifically accurate, realistic, and lovingly rendered dinosaurs, but it's narrated by just some guy who knows nothing about dinosaurs and is also really fucking high. Like just going

"Holy shit look at this guy. Fuck look at that fella. It's like a parrot with fingers. It could probably open a coke can. Look at him go."

Dinosaur: KAAA! :V

[moved to tears] "Holy shit you're so right little dude. No idea what you're saying but you're so right."

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I love blankets in whump. A freezing cold, sopping wet, aching, pathetic, feverish whumpee being ushered inside and wrapped in the biggest, softest, warmest blanket and carried over to the sofa to rest by the fire. Yeah that's it thanks guys.

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“Why am I lying down?”

“Because you’re bleeding.”

“I can bleed sitting up.”

“I’m trying to prevent you from going into shock.”

“I don’t think it’s working.”

“I know. Shut up.”

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How about this one?

Whumpee is saved by Caretaker. His clothes were in tatters, and his body was covered in blood, bruises, and dirt. A conscious Whumpee is too tired and weak to make a move to let Caretaker do anything to him.

Caretaker laid him in the bathtub and carefully said she would clean his body. His unfit clothes were removed one by one. Whumpee is uncomfortable being seen naked, but he still lets Caretaker wear latex gloves in front of him. Slowly pouring warm water on him, rubbing his dirty body with soapy water mixed with antiseptic, trying to remove all the dirt that sticks to him one by one, cleaning his hair with shampoo, saying excuse me when the Caretaker is going to rinse it, even helping him brush his teeth.

Whumpee, who had finished cleaning, was carried to his resting room. Caretaker will dry his body with a soft towel, comb his hair, which she has worked so hard to soften again, and treat all of Whumpee's wounds painstakingly before finally dressing him in proper clothes.

Whumpee was tired but felt happy and grateful because the person who took care of his body, which was full of wounds after so long, was Caretaker. The last thing Whumpee saw before closing his eyes to end his long suffering was the Caretaker's sweet face smiling and telling him to rest without thinking about anything.

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I feel like I don't give exhaustion whump enough credit.

Whumpees still awake and aware of their surroundings, but can't do anything about it. They could be drained from lack of sleep, fighting back too hard for too long, running for hours and are in danger if they stop. 

When they finally get to rest, they don't move at all; not even to adjust if they've crumbled to a heap on the floor

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A whumpee who (presumably after escaping whumper or just being missing for an extended period of time) gets home, greets everyone like they weren't ever gone, ignores their questions and just immediately goes to bed

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“Please… I’m so tired.”

“Then sleep. I’ll stand guard.”

“I thought you said it was safe here?”

“It is. But you don’t feel safe, do you?”

“…not yet.”

“Then I’ll stand guard, till you can.”

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Showers + whump

Stoic whumpee spending hours in the shower after being reunited with the team because it's the only place they can break down with guaranteed privacy.

Whumpee being too tired to wash themselves standing up so they sit on the floor (then accidentally falling asleep, leading Caretaker to break down the door in panic in case Whumpee was hurt).

Caretaker sitting outside the door to provide support for a whumpee with water related trauma.

Caretaker getting in the shower with Whumpee to help them wash because they're not strong enough to do it alone yet.

Whumpee turning the shower to extreme temperatures (hot or cold) to stop feeling numb or to distract from their feelings being out of control.

Whumpee not showering for ages after being rescued because they're not used to being allowed to.

Caretaker's water bills running astronomically high because Whumpee keeps dissociating and spending hours in the shower every day.

Whumpee finding comfort in the warm water after years of being frozen and left in the cold.

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a whumpee who’s bone-chillingly tired after their experiences.

after it’s all over, the moment they lie down in their bed they’re out like a light, and it usually takes caretaker several attempts to even get a reaction out of them when they fall asleep.

occasionally they’ll wake up and get out of bed, but that’s only when they need to eat, bathe, or use the bathroom. And even then caretaker usually has to help feed them, bathe them, or make sure they don’t pass out on their way to the whenever they’re walking around.

other than that, whumpee is asleep, and stays asleep for a good while, maybe even over a week or two.

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Can't stop thinking about unconscious whumpee waking up in the middle of being cared for.

The initial realization from carer (or carers) that whumpee is gaining consciousness. "They're coming around" (maybe said with relief, or with quietly uttered curses because whumpee being awake will only make things more complicated at this moment) and "Hey, Whumpee, you with me?" and "You're safe, I've got you."

Whumpee coming to, confused and hurting, while carer struggles to keep them calm so they don't injure themself further. Maybe whumpee is too out of it to remember anything after the fact, but their screams, the pleas and begging, are something carer won't soon forget. Or maybe whumpee remembers every second of it, and afterwards has to face carer knowing that carer has seen them at their most vulnerable.

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no but I love it when a recovering character has to be restrained as a cover-up. when caretaker or leader needs the facade of bringing them in, so they clasp the handcuffs closed, carefully avoiding the long since scarred wounds on their wrists. that lingering pity when whumpee takes a shaky breath and lets it happen. ropes loose enough to break if they panic, thick chains that drag for the show of it. and a whumpee, who wants to be brave, to be strong, just... can't. who forgets where they are; shuts down; expression sinking to despaired nothingness as the locks click into place.

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i like the phrases "it's not for me," "it's not my thing," and "i'm not the target audience" because they're the most concise way to express "this thing that you enjoy has merits but idgaf about it" without being aggressive

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"Are you going to kill me?”

"No." Whumper said it simply, the word ringing with finality, like something he'd already made up his mind on. He'd thought it through, that part was clear. If he wanted Whumpee dead, they would've been.

Whumpee's terror only grew. They stifled any facial response, a widening of the eyes or a tremor to their hands, yet that all became pointless the very moment Whumper stepped forward. The hurricane of thoughts swirling around in their mind clouded their vision, pushing and prodding around their brain, forcefully taking the reins. They flinched.

Whumper caught it. A flicker of a amusement flashed across their face, alongside their overwhelming sense of pride. In that moment, where wary eyes met predatory ones, they both knew one thing for certain. With Whumper, death became the better alternative.

Whumper's hand made its way onto Whumpee's shoulder, and the latter didn't dare make a move. Any escape plan seemed a liability with this proximity, and Whumper's fingers digging in did not help turn that thought down. Rationale faded and fear took its place. "Did you truly think I was going to let you off so easily?”

"..No." Of course not. They'd hoped for it, though. Stupid.

He knew they did. He could see the way the hope still lingered in their expression despite their answer, the spark they'd tried to convince themself no longer existed. He leaned closer, head tilted to the side. "Good. I don't give mercy.”

"I know.”

He watched them for a moment. Watched their expression, the obvious hint of defeat. Still, defeat did not overpower the little bit of fight that defined their core.

No matter. It was his job to put that fire out, and he did not lack the means to do so.

"Then you shouldn't have tried to run.”

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Whumpee is slapped at every point when they try to explain or argue their point by Whumper. They are hit so often that they automatically close their eyes in the middle of speaking. This has become an issue, after their captivity. Any time they so much as slightly stand up for themself, they close their eyes tightly and brace for impact. Caretaker is horrified and tries to explain that they would NEVER lay a hand on Whumpee. But they made the mistake of raising their hand as they speak and Whumpee immediately flinches and falls back, expecting the swift slap. The quick pain. The disorientation. Caretaker watches in horror. How can they prove that they would never hurt their Whumpee?

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The whumpee gathers supplies at a small corner store. Head down, hood pulled over their head and nearly over their eyes, walking through the isles with squeaky shoes from the rain outside. They gather stuff quick in their arms, but try not to look desperate.

They place their armful of supplies on the counter. The cashier eyes them, but it’s not their place to question the need for lighters and alcohol and a tarp. They ring up the items.

Then the door rings. The whumpee feeezes.

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Love seeing all the team members get taken down in unique ways. One gets bashed in the head, another gets tazed, another gets tranquilized, so on and so forth. I just love to see the whumper(s) pulling out their varied arsenal to make the capture more unpredictable and exciting

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finally did it, had a whumpy dream last night. a perfectly wonderful production, while it stayed there. two agents on a plane, escaping from enemy territory, both wounded and leaning on each other for support, trying to record a message from headquarters on the radio. the one who was writing had a hard time keeping hold of the pencil, and the letters were shaky and faint on the paper.

the dream shifted away as dreams do but it was very nice whilst it lasted.