#a whumped tea

[a-whumped-tea]

"Look at this. Look at what you've done. You caused all of this by being your fucking hurtable self. I was normal before I met you, but you fucking infected me with these thoughts and impulses.

You did this to me. This is your fault. You're not the victim here, I am. You've ruined me, not the other way around.

You messed up my mind to the point of doing this, and honestly? I think you deserve this for manipulating me like that."

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

tag y’all’s problematic ships 🫶🏻

[thekittyburger]

One of my favorite tropes has got to be a sick villain waking up on the hero's couch, initially calm with the knowledge they're comfortable and being looked after, until they try and move and find their hands cuffed above them

[hurtthemgently]

Whumper grabbing a whumpee by the hair

[whumpninja]

whumpee having to work while sick

[citrine-elephant]

mornin babes, today we're thinking of chainsaws again because of this

leon surviving a chainsaw attack? yes please.

leon just barely having his jugular missed. his clavicle is cut "clean" through, pretty much hobbling his dominant shooting arm. (you know he'll still try)

bonus idea: chainsaw dude thinks leon is dead. he wishes, with as agonizing as it is, but he's playing dead. pretty convincingly, too, with as loud as he tends to whine. no, wait, he passed out...

cue some teasing... @ his allies watching helplessly. just too late...

"just need a little water, you'll be fine." "just need to eat something, get your strength back."

directly inspired by a video of a man laying on the ground with a seagull mask with bread dumped all over him. lmfao.

[thejesterstears]

I take my own "Pomni gets severe motion sickness" headcanon and raise it with "Pomni gets bad vertigo episodes where being moved around at such high velocities so frequently is a unique form of hell for her"

[feelingpoorly]

I’ve had a bad migraine for the past three days that is just not responding to my usual meds, like at all

I’ve had this happen occasionally before, I usually get prescribed steroids or told to go to the hospital but I don’t like doing those things, so I try out a ton of natural remedies instead until I find one that eventually works

One of the most successful of those was GINGER TEA

So like, ginger tea? Good for characters with poorly tummies. That’s what we all know and love it for. But apparently it’s also good for migraines

But has anyone ever told you, it takes like absolute trash? When I tell you, this shit is BURNING MY MOUTH. And my THROAT. I feel like I’m drinking spicey sand

And that just for me thinking. If a character was drinking this because of stomach issues, this has to be the LEAST fucking pleasant thing to drink when you already feel sick. Hell, it’s making me feel sick drinking it now and my stomach is fine

[pyrepostings]

whumpee who's only given soft water to drink/bathe with.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Serving Tea

A writing exchange for @laffy-taffy-creations! Hope you like it! Also, big thanks to @creweemmaeec11 for helping me write this!

The prompt was as follows:

Set up: Whumpee who is currently staying with Caretaker after being rescued from a place they were used as a servant, every month Whumpee has a breakdown about 'not being used like they're meant to be' (thanks to brainwashing) and each month Caretaker promises to try but never does because they can't imagine ever asking anything of Whumpee.

Prompt: "Master/Mistress, you say this every time... *Let me do something for you*..."

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“Whumpee, what’s wrong?” Caretaker asked.

Whumpee tried to maintain their composure, but they let out a choked sob anyway. They stood in front of Caretaker with their head down, unable to look them in they eye. Caretaker got up out of their armchair and approached Whumpee, concern etched into their features. They wanted to hug them, but they refrained, knowing Whumpee wouldn’t know how to receive it.

“You s-still won’t use me like I’m meant to be!” Whumpee cried.

Caretaker bit their lip.

“I promise I’ll try-”

“You say that every time!” Whumpee blurted, then gasped.

Whumpee withdrew into themselves, frightened that they had interrupted their master. When they spoke again, it was much quieter.

“Let me do something for you, Master…”

Caretaker’s face fell. Whumpee sounded so… desperate. The last thing they wanted to do was feed into their conditioning, but…

“Okay, Whumpee, can you- can you bring me a… can you bring me a cup of tea?”

Whumpee blinked, looking up. Their face brightened as they nodded quickly. They practically ran to the kitchen to make Caretaker’s tea. Caretaker sighed, settling back into their armchair and burying their face in their hands.

Whumpee returned a few minutes later with a cup of tea in their hands. They handed it to Caretaker.

“Thank you, Whumpee,” Caretaker said quietly, “there’s something else I’d like you to do for me…”

“Of course, Master! Anything.”

“One, like I’ve been telling you, you can call me Caretaker, I’m not your master,” Caretaker said, “two, I want you to bring me another cup, empty this time.”

“Empty? O-of course, Mas- Caretaker, I’ll be right back.”

Whumpee left and returned with an empty teacup. Caretaker took it and poured half of their tea into it. Whumpee tilted their head, puzzled. Caretaker handed the second cup back to Whumpee.

“I don’t understand, M- Caretaker,” Whumpee said.

“It’s for you to drink,” Caretaker explained.

“Oh, Caretaker, I couldn’t-”

“Answer this for me, and be honest, do you not like tea?”

“Oh, I love it, but-”

“Would you not enjoy drinking it?”

“I would enjoy it-”

“Then that’s all there is to it,” Caretaker said with a soft smile, “that’s your tea, and you should drink it. Just like you have your room, and your freedom to do what you want. You don’t need permission from me, and you don’t have to do everything for me.”

Whumpee looked quite conflicted. It was as if Caretaker was speaking a foreign language to them. Hesitantly, they took a sip of the tea. They looked to Caretaker for reassurance.

“It’s alright,” Caretaker said, “no one’s going to punish you. Sit down.”

Caretaker gestured to the other armchair. Whumpee looked horrified.

“Whumpee, this is your home too, you can sit where you want.”

Whumpee gulped, and very gingerly sat down in the soft seat. When nothing bad happened, Whumpee relaxed just a tiny bit.

“There, see?” Caretaker said, “I know it’s hard, but you’ll get used to it, I promise.”

Whumpee nodded, then took another sip of tea. Caretaker held back the urge to cheer.

“Good job,” Caretaker said instead, “it’s good, isn’t it?”

Whumpee nodded with a small smile, taking another sip of their tea. This was the most progress they had made in months. One day, they’d be fully recovered, and wouldn’t feel the need to ask permission for anything or become subservient to a master. Caretaker eagerly awaited that day.

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[thewhumpcaretaker]

Okay do you remember those assignments in history classes where you learned about something absolutely horrific (like a tsunami or the dust bowl or the revolutionary war) and then you had to write a diary entry pretending you had lived through it, and/or write a piece of fiction about someone who lived through it? Because I feel like this encouraged my whump interests.

[whumblr]

So I really liked the Duct Tape piece for Home is Where the Hurt Is, and I was wondering if you would be open to maybe doing another drabble with burns? I just think that Zayne would have fun with that. Of course, feel free to ignore this. Your writing is amazing! Especially Home is Where the Hurt Is, I just keep re-reading it over and over again.

Thanks so much <3 Here's to Zayne having fun 🤝

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Smoke break

“Didn’t you want to know more about that arson case the other day?”

The glee in Zayne’s voice hinted at something more than just sharing information and Jay’s guard instantly went up.

“I’m suddenly really okay with never fully understanding that case,” he said.

“Don’t be like that. Here, I’ll share the process with you.”

“No, really, I’m good—” But a hand clamped around his wrist and pulled him in close to Zayne. A pointed glance to the floor and he took a deep breath, taking the hint, to sink to his knees. Zayne followed, pulling up the footstool and settling over Jay, hand still wrapped around his wrist.

He pulled a cigarette from his pocket.

“You smoke?” Jay nervously deflected, stalling. He pretty much knew what was coming, but hey, he could still pray that he was wrong.

“Nah, I mean, in me teens, yeah, but not anymore.”

He tucked the cigarette between his lips and reached into his other pocket, fishing out a lighter.

Prayers unanswered, Jay tensed up.

Zayne flicked the lighter open – drawing a light flinch from Jay – and lit the cigarette. He fully inhaled, his own little way of stalling and making sure he had Jay’s full attention, then slowly blew out the smoke in Jay’s face.

Jay turned his head, coughing, not fully able to twist away with Zayne holding him. And with him still coughing, he was caught off-guard when Zayne suddenly pulled him in, stretching his arm out.

“See,” Zayne muttered, cigarette dangling between his lips bouncing on every word, and he reached out to Jay’s wrist to fiddle with the cuff button, “our mutual prick is very keen that no evidence is left behind.” He pulled the cuff up to Jay’s elbow, exposing his forearm, keeping Jay in place as the guy yanked at the tight grip on his wrist.

Jay nervously followed his moves, but found his attention kept being drawn to the cigarette, flickering in the corner of Zayne’s mouth.

“So I can’t just light anything on fire, police would be able to tell.” Zayne continued. He blew out another few curls of smoke through his nose, and caught the cigarette in-between two fingers, twirling it slowly so he held it upside down between index finger and thumb as he lowered it towards Jay’s forearm.

Muscles flexed under the heat.

“Don’t,” Jay whispered.

“How’s the burn on your side?”

“Still healing. Just… don’t.”

Zayne hummed, teasing the smouldering ash up and down, deciding on a spot. “The trick is to not be too hasty,” he finally said, and firmly pressed the cigarette out against Jay’s skin just under his elbow.

Jay hissed, clenched his teeth together and groaned his pain as he threw his head back.

Zayne didn’t pull away yet. “Gotta take it slow,” he continued, twisting the butt before he finally removed it. A dark red circle remained. “You know, check things out first. See what the employees smoke outside during their breaks and buy the same pack. Got to match up, yeah.”

He shifted closer towards Jay, pulling him in by the wrist, his other hand brushing his collar aside, undoing one button.

“Then you find a good spot…” Fingers tucked under the neck of his t-shirt, exploring the skin underneath, softly prodding. “And you create… circumstances. Patch of dry leaves, dead potted plant, some garbage, whatever works.”

Jay didn’t move, didn’t breathe. He just allowed Zayne’s teasing, pretty sure he’d be able to feel his heart hammering under the thumb that rested against his throat.

“After that,” Zayne reached into his pocket and took out three more cigarettes. “You just dispose of the evidence.”

“Maybe… you’ll still need some? You know, for next time?” Jay tried.

“Hmm, that suggestion would make you the instigator of arson, Jaydear. Can’t involve you in all this.” He pinched another cigarette in-between his lips, lit it, and tucked his fingers under Jay’s shirt, lightly pulling the neck down and exposing his clavicle.

“What you can do is help me get rid of this evidence.”

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[thejesterstears]

Gonna be self-indulgent with a little whump content here and ramble off some sickness-related Pomni headcanons I've been rotating in my brain since about when I first watched the pilot (once you get to know me it will become apparent how much I love whump).

Disclaimer that these are just my headcanons and not anything I am trying to push as canon! These headcanons also operate under the idea that sickness does exist within the circus in the form of computer viruses/corrupted code that manifests as human-like illnesses in the circus members, and also bearing in mind that they do still experience pain.

Sick Pomni Headcanons:

In her old life, she would rarely ever call in sick, even if it meant dragging herself through the work day looking like death warmed over and powering through it with hot tea and round-the-clock medication--less out of dedication to her work so much as a nagging feeling that she would be letting people down if she didn't come in to do her job as well as fear of failing herself. She has worked herself to the point of fainting more than once due to her own stubbornness. This is the same attitude she's carried with her into the Digital Circus, even though it isn't a "job," just because she doesn't want anyone to feel the need to pick up her slack or to worry about her (and, yes, has reached a point of fainting here too).

She is what can only be described as a horrible sick person to take care of, in that she struggles to accept help because she feels she should be able to take care of herself and feels uncomfortable making anyone else concerned about her or paying excess attention to her--even when she's reluctantly accepting help, she hesitates to ask for more than the bare minimum of care, regardless of anything else she may want or need. She only fully relents when she's feeling so miserable that she literally can't work up any energy to fend for herself. For the most part, she'll just hole up in her room and sleep for hours at a time until she recovers.

Of everyone in the circus, Ragatha is the one who would take care of Pomni the most whenever she's under the weather, out of her own genuine concern and care--something that surprises Pomni at first, so used to fending for herself in her old life that it actually overwhelms her a little to have Ragatha check in on her frequently and offer to bring her extra blankets or warm drinks or cold compresses. She resists offers of help at first, feeling guilty for making anyone worry about her when she doesn't feel she deserves it, but eventually reaches a point where she feels more comfortable accepting care from the friends she's learned to trust in the circus--and if she's being honest with herself, she might feel a little clingy (emotionally, at least) when she gets accustomed to the company where she isn't so quick to turn it away, or might actually ask for it herself.

Due to her tendency to become nauseous easily, she does not like to eat when she's sick as much as she can help it--not needing to eat for nourishment is one of the few perks to her new digital life when she doesn't feel well (though if, say, Ragatha were to gently encourage her to eat something for the sake of maintaining some normalcy, she wouldn't say no to some soup or warm tea).

She is unfortunately prone to stress fevers and migraines that'll knock her down for a good several hours whenever they happen.

(Semi-connected because it's medical-related but I also personally hc that she suffers from bad vertigo episodes/motion sickness and has endometriosis, both of which regularly make her feel completely miserable)

[starboy-whump]

I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount

...I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount, buying tea-grade rosepetals to make rose tea & rosewater bc exactly ONE line in a Fall Out Boy song from over a decade ago convinced me that rosewater is an intoxicant and/or sedative for angels, in the sense that it could b useful in field medicine, and the entire idea of rosewater gives me whumperflies now

but im rly rly normal i swear

[cepheusgalaxy]

[ID: A drawing of Elliot from Worthless, a small blond boy, sitting on a chair with an arm over his bent leg, and a sad and tired look. He wears a green jacket, black sweatpants and black-and-red-socks. An orange umbrella is connected to the chair, and the title, "worthless" is written in big green letters on the top of the page. /end ID.]

@livelaughwhump <2 We love ya!

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[hailsatanacab]

Im like obsessed with your writing, the way you describe danny's emotions, his spiralling thoughts and their interactions. It feels so real, I'm crying for him.

Soo, just wondering if you'd be continuing 'close enough to be whole again' fic, totally understandable if you're taking a break! 👉🏻👈🏻

Thank you so much!! I'm glad cetbwa resonates so much with you, it never fails to amaze me when people say they like my writing 😅

As for the update, it's coming! I've almost finished writing the chapter, but then it'll need editing because we're almost at 14k words and that's... a lot. This next chapter's a lot. Prepare yourselves for it haha