#egotistical whumpee

[hurt-and-comfort-me-please]

We need more vain/egotistical whumpees, please

Whumpees who won't allow anyone to see them cry, no matter how much they need the support, they can't take any more blows to their ego

Whumpees who refuse pain medication because they think it makes them look weak

Whumpees who act mean or cold to those who try to help them because it's the only thing that keeps others away from them

Whumpees that are encouraged to ask for help, but think that others would be impressed if they didn't ever need it

Whumpees that cannot, under any circumstance, allow others to know what has happened to them, even if it allows Whumper to get away with it, because what would the others think of me if they knew how weak and helpless I was? Or that it actually left a lasting impact on me?

Whumpees who obsessively cover up their scars with makeup

Whumpees who isolate themselves whenever the people around them get too 'invasive' by asking basic questions about Whumpee's mental state

Whumpees who are offended at the mere mention that they may have actually been traumatized, because they're too strong/tough/resilient for anything to actually affect them, and claiming anything else amounts to a personal insult

Whumpees who will not tell anyone if they're sick or injured because they don't want anyone to see them hurting, until they collapse and have to be dragged to a doctor

Whumpees who think that they're better than others because they were strong enough to survive nevermind the debilitating trauma

[idek-anymore-what-the-heck]

Whumpril Prompt #19

“I Need You”

TW: implied torture, implied brainwashing, hospitalization, jail

Caretaker paced back and forth in front of Whumpers cell. They had finally been caught, they had finally found whumpee, and all was well.

But, unfortunately, all was not well.

Whumper was not guilty with what they did. They were smug and egotistical and none of it made sense. Why would whumper be glad they were caught? They’re just going to live their life in prison. Caretaker was befuddled.

They walked toward the room whumpee was being treated in. Whumpee had not had a good time. Once caretaker and their team had found them, they were nearly dead from hypothermia and blood loss, not to mention the plentiful other injuries just waiting to be revealed. But caretaker was most worried about the internal injuries; the mental ones.

Whumpee hadn’t woken up since they had been found, but when caretaker walked in, their eyes were open.

“Hey, whumpee. How’s it going?” Caretaker asked as gentle as they could. Whumpees eyes were darting around the room quickly, trying to sort things out in their mind.

The words came out in a rush. “Where am I? Who are you? Where’s whumper? What are you doing to me?”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down there, whumpee. You’re in the hospital, you were pretty sick.” Caretaker answered. “I’m caretaker- you know me. Whumper is in the hospital cells waiting to be taken to real prison. We are just trying to help you.”

Whumpees eyes were still frantic, and their voice was rising. “What do you mean ‘i know you’? I’ve never met you. Where’s whumper? Why are they in a cell? Let me see them!”

Caretaker took a few small steps towards whumpee. “It’s alright, you don’t remember what happened. We can help you.”

Whumpee was shrieking now. “No, I don’t know who you are! Let me see whumper! Where are they? Take me to them!!”

“Ok, ok. It’s alright. We’ll take you to whumper.” Caretaker assured. This is a terrible idea.

Caretaker helps whumpee into a wheelchair and pushes them down the hall to the hospital cells. The bars were spaced evenly apart, and whumper was sitting on a cot with their head in their hands. At the sound of the wheelchair, they looked up.

Their face split into a grin when they saw whumpee. “Whumpee, I was so worried! Are you ok? What did they do to you?” They rushed to the bars.

“I’m ok whumper, they haven’t done anything yet,” whumpee said. Caretaker did not like the casual way they were taking. What was happening? They also didn’t like how they said ‘yet’.

“Why are you in jail?” Whumpee continued. “You haven’t done anything wrong. Can you come out?” They turned to caretaker. “Can they come out?”

Caretaker shook their head. “No, they can’t come out. They are too dangerous.”

Whumpee looked distressed. “Please? Or, can I at least go in to talk to them?”

What was going on? Whumper tortured whumpee for months, and now whumpee wanted to go into the only thing separating them to talk? No way.

“I’m sorry whumpee, i cant let you." caretaker tried to calm them down.

"hey." whumper said from behind the bars. "its ok. you don’t have to worry about me."

whumpee leaned forward and touched their hands on the bars.

"but i need you"

[whumpers-inc]

Whumper Reviews

imagine like a place where whumpees could leave reviews for whumpers like:

"Absolutely terrible experience. This whumper lacked the necessary skills and creativity to deliver a decent torture session. They repeatedly fumbled weapons, their restraint system was pathetic and even their poison was only half strength. Save yourself the hassle and get tortured elsewhere." ★★

"My go-to whumper! Professional, evil and charming with a wide range of niche torture knowledge that they're more than happy to try out on you! ★★★★

"This whumper was not only rude but also extremely egotistical. They monologued for hours on end, completely neglecting me, as they warbled about their upcoming plans. This did provide me with an escape opportunity though so that was good." ★★★

"I can't say enough good things about this whumper. From the moment I was lured into the car, whumper made me feel like a valued hostage. They demonstrated incredible expertise and creativity, during our torture sessions, using a huge variety of weapons and restraints. They even cut off a finger! The basement itself had a chilly, gloomy atmosphere, making the whole experience even more terrifying." ★★★★★

" They refused to increase my ransom. " ★

[thewhumpcaretaker]

From the ask game you posted a while back:

🪩 - what's your favorite type of Caretaker?

🧠 - What's your favorite type of whumper?

💧 - What's your favorite type of whumpee?

🪩 - what's your favorite type of Caretaker?

Vengeful Caretaker is my absolute favorite! I like a Caretaker that’s gentle to whumpee, but completely unhinged with everyone else. Ultra-protective and dominant. And I like for this character to be a love interest. Caretaker x whumpee forever!

🧠 - What's your favorite type of whumper?

The crueler a whumper is, the easier it is to enjoy their eventual downfall. So I like a genuinely evil and remorseless whumper, who won’t hesitate to use every form of abuse. Intimate/creepy whumper is especially fun to hate for me personally.

💧 - What's your favorite type of whumpee?

I like a whumpee who’s stoic, egotistical, or prideful - especially if they’re also a human weapon. Someone who, for one reason or another, has trouble accepting help. They’ve internalized whumper’s abuse - but not in a conditioning way, more in a moody, self-loathing way. They blame themself for the things whumper has forced them to do. But underneath that, they’re also utterly desperate. Desperate for salvation. Desperate for revenge. Desperate for love. Caretaker is going to help them admit that.

Thank you so much for this ask!! 💖

Ask Game

[whump-me-all-night-long]

whumpee who used to be very egotistical and vain becomes insecure and self-deprecating after whumper gets ahold of them

"Whumpee?" Caretaker called softly, gently knocking on the bedroom door before cracking it open.

A head popped up in the dark. "Yeah?" they replied, barely a whisper.

Caretaker stepped further in, the door spilling light inside the room. "I wanted to check on you. How are you doing?"

Whumpee flinched back from the light, curling back up and dropping their head. "Fine," they muttered.

Caretaker took another ste but stopped when they saw Whumpee scoot away. They glanced around the bedroom, eyes landing on the broken mirror, making them frown. "What happened?" they asked.

A small shrug. "I hate- hate how I look now. I'm ruined."

Caretaker sighed. "No, you're not, Whumpee," they soothed. "You're healing."

Whumpee let out a humorless laugh. "No, I'm ugly and ruined and broken, alright. Can't even look at my own reflection anymore." They began spiraling, muttering under their breath, rocking slightly.

Caretaker sighed, moving away from them. They'd try again tomorrow.

[the-three-whumpeteers]

Nobody expected the caretaker to…well, care, usually they were egotistical and only thought about themselves, so everyone is surprised when the caretaker out of everyone steps up to take care of the whumpee. Everyone keeps an eye on them both, since sure the caretaker wanted to help, but surely they didn’t know how- but they’re proven wrong again, since the caretaker is actually really good at comforting and getting the whumpee the care they need. The theory that goes around is that maybe the caretaker knew the whumpee, when in reality the caretaker had gone through just about the same thing as the whumpee, and their attitude had been the only way to protect themselves before.

[whump-galaxy]

The usually loud, slightly egotistical, pain-in-the-ass character shows up to the caretaker’s house. They’ve been given the address in case of emergencies only, so that worries the caretaker already. But when they open the door and the whumpee basically collapses into their arms, clinging to them and crying in an act of vulnerability they’ve never seen with this character, they know something’s seriously wrong.

[lumpofwhump]

Caretaker could feel their heart rate spike immediately upon realizing who it was.

“Why… How did you — ?!”

Here was their literal worst nightmare, lying right in front of them at their doorstep. They were going to get sucked in again, into the same pattern of letting Whumper Whumpee back into their life.

Some part of them thought about closing the door and letting Whumpee deal with what was probably the result of their own bad choices, alone. They’d imagined Whumpee dying - fantasized about killing Whumpee with their own two hands, even - more than a few times.

But face to face with the source of their trauma, who was for once the vulnerable, powerless one here, they couldn’t do it. Even by omission.

With shaking fingers, they pulled out their phone and dialed for help. “H-hello, I’d like to report an emergency…”

—

Caretaker sat in the ambulance next to Whumpee, trying to slow their breathing. They didn’t know what possessed them to tell the first responders that yes, they were Whumpee’s family member. That’s exactly how it felt, like they’d been possessed - making decisions that weren’t their own, that went against every alarm bell going off in their head. Nor could they bring themself to leave the hospital while Whumpee underwent emergency surgery.

Still, their heart sank when the attending doctor reassured them that Whumpee would make it.

They watched as Whumpee’s breathing tube was removed, and asked the nurses to make sure they had enough pain medication. And they waited, for whatever it was they were hoping for out of all this.

—

“You know, this isn’t how I imagined this going,” Caretaker said to Whumpee late at night, after their pain medicine had time to kick in. “How did you even find me?! I must’ve moved five times since we…” They swallowed. “Since I left.

“And no, you egotistical shithead, it wasn’t because of you,” they snapped, raising their voice. “I did this. On my own. I got out. I made a life for myself. Without you. B-but still.” Their fury faded as abruptly as it had appeared. They let out a short, despairing laugh. “You couldn’t just stay out of my life. Isn’t it enough that I still have to deal with you in my dreams? That I have to hear your fucking voice every time I make a mistake, or, or have anything go wrong, telling me I deserve it?”

“Figures,” came the reply from the bed, soft and raspy but still dripping with smugness that both made the bile rise in Caretaker’s throat and sent a chill up their spine. “Here I am in a hospital bed, and you’re still managing to blame all your problems on me. Oh well. Nice to know you’re letting me live rent-free in your head.”

“No, Whumper, it’s my turn to talk,” Caretaker insisted.

Whumper cut them off anyways. “Some life you’ve built for yourself there, living alone in that dump. And from the looks of it, you’re still too much of a disaster to keep it even minimally clean. Typical Whumpee.”

But Caretaker, their own Caretaker, just scoffed in disbelief, shaking their head. “I’m not doing this,” they said simply. Calmly, even.

“What? Hey, wait —“

They turned on their heel, not acknowledging Whumper’s frantic, futile backpedaling, resolving that this was the Whumper they’d remember: pathetic, desperate, and alone.

You hear a knock at your door. When you open it, you find your archnemesis sprawled out just past the threshold, battered, bruised, and very clearly only hanging onto life by a thread. “Sorry. It’s just … I didn’t know where else to go” they mutter as you look down at them.

[the-three-whumpeteers]

hey do you have any fun ideas for a whumpee whos usually quite prideful and egotistical but doesnt get close to people getting hurt and being forced to rest by the caretaker? bonus points if the whumpee didnt think the caretaker really cared about them

I might not be 100% on what you mean but that’s on me for getting like 6 hours of sleep these past few days - ahem ahem, really cool concept tho

The whumpee had made sure to push everyone away- then nobody could use them against the whumpee during torture, or blackmail their friends with their situation- so why was the caretake helping them? The whumpee would act as aggressive and arrogant as they could, but the caretaker just shrugged everything off and kept treating them like a friend, and the whumpee hates that- they don’t want a whumper to get to the caretaker because of them.

The whumpee was convinced they’d never get injured, after all they were the best at what they did- but befriending those who did would just drag them down. The caretaker can clearly see that the whumpee does in fact get injured, but the whumpee will just shrug it off or pretend it isn’t there. The caretaker had to both bribe and beg the whumpee to just lay down and rest. It’s odd that the caretaker was the one to care for the whumpee, since this entire time the whumpee thought that the caretaker hated them as much as everyone else.

The whumpee had befriended someone before, but that person had turned on them, and now they knew better. Climbing up the ranks in society meant being merciless, and now there was even more of a divide between the whumpee and those who could hurt them- good. The only problem is the caretaker, who’s stuck to their side no matter how hard they tried to shrug them off, and when the whumpee gets sick, they’re honestly terrified of what the caretaker could do- to their surprise, the caretaker is only ever helpful. Th entire time the whumpee thought the caretaker only talked to them for their status, but now they realize they actually had a friend.