#magic user whumpee

[aspens-whump]

Whumpee was a capable magic user, having cultivated that skill their whole life. So, naturally, they took liberty in exercising it every change they got. From teleporting rather than traveling, to using telekinesis to carry heavy things, to using illusion spells to pull lighthearted tricks... it was a wonder they ever had any energy left to cast more spells at all.

However, they were injured and had to be hospitalized. The doctors put them on magic suppressants, warning them that using magic could be unpredictable, or even dangerous, in their vulnerable condition. It was safest to take their powers away for the time being.

Whumpee did not take this news well.

One evening, Caretaker went to visit Whumpee. Whumpee had seemed particularly upset with their loss of magic last time Caretaker visited, so this time, they brought them a stuffed animal. Hopefully it would comfort them, at least a little bit, as they recovered.

They expected to find Whumpee frustratedly picking at their bandages, or in a restless sleep, as usual. But when they opened the door, they found Whumpee knelt down on the floor, sobbing over a shattered mug.

Caretaker hurried to set the plushie on the bed. They crouched down next to Whumpee, and put a hand on their shoulder. "Hey, it's alright. I'll help you clean it up, and we can get you a new mug, okay?"

Whumpee sniffled. "I-I can't even fix a stupid cup..." They cried.

Caretaker instinctively glanced towards Whumpee's hands, worried that they'd cut themself trying to pick up the pieces. They were initially relieved to see that Whumpee hadn't, until they realized that Whumpee must have tried---and failed---to use a mending spell instead. That must be why they were crying now. "...Fix it? Whumpee, no... You can't. Not right now. Look, I'll go get a broom to clean up the pieces, and-"

"No, I want to do this..." Whumpee looked up at Caretaker, their eyes reddened and tearful.

"Whumpee, you can't, remember? They-the doctors, they put you on magic suppressants until you get better." Caretaker wasn't a magic user themself, so they wondered what it was like to lose magic powers after using them for so long. They figured it probably threw poor Whumpee's system all out of whack.

Whumpee considered for a moment. They looked at the broken mug, then back at Caretaker. "Wait, I think... I think I can force a tiny bit, just a little..."

"What do you mean, 'force?' Whumpee, I really don't think that's a good idea." Caretaker tried to take Whumpee's hands in their own, but Whumpee pulled away, focused on the broken mug.

Whumpee picked up a few pieces. They ignored Caretaker's protests and closed their eyes, chanting a mending spell under their breath. Their brow furrowed, as they seemed to strengthen their resolve to cast the spell.

To Caretaker's disbelief, a faint light began to flicker from Whumpee's palms, the glow peeking out from under the ceramic shards. A couple of pieces began to shudder, clinking as they seemed to gravitate towards each other.

Suddenly, the pieces went still. They clattered to the floor as Whumpee's arms fell limp. Like a reflex, Caretaker grabbed Whumpee and pulled them into an embrace before they could collapse into the pile of sharp pieces. The ceramic shards glittered in the light from the window, as if to taunt them.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker felt a warm trickle against their chest, and gently turned Whumpee's head up to see a stream of blood coming from their nose. They shakily pulled Whumpee up and took them back to their hospital bed, struggling to carry their limp body. After draping Whumpee over the blankets, they found a paper towel and began to clean the blood off their face.

Whumpee's eyes fluttered open as Caretaker wiped their bloody nose. "D-did I do it?" Their voice sounded distant and groggy.

Caretaker's heart broke. Whumpee sounded so hopeful. "No, Whumpee. Your cup's still broken. But you have to rest, okay?" They instinctively put a hand on Whumpee's chest to push them down, fully expecting Whumpee to try to pull themself out of bed.

Instead, Whumpee only stared up at them, defeated. Caretaker noticed the dark circles under Whumpee's eyes and was about to ask when they last slept, when Whumpee's gaze wandered past Caretaker to the floor.

Caretaker followed their eyes to where the fragments of ceramic seemed to glow in the fading sunlight. They felt they should leave Whumpee's side to clean it up, but now, such an action felt too... final. They figured it would only make Whumpee feel worse, watching the pieces they tried so hard to fix get swept up and dumped in the trash.

A sniffle from Whumpee pulled Caretaker back to the moment. They looked down to see Whumpee's eyes well up with tears. Wordlessly, they squeezed Whumpee's hand.

Whumpee pulled their hand away and curled themself up on the bed, hiding their face behind their knees. Their sniffling turned to full-on sobbing.

Caretaker gently stroked Whumpee's hair, trying to find the right words. "Whumpee... You need to rest. Nobody is expecting you to start casting spells again so soon. Not after all that happened."

Whumpee peeked over their knees. "It hurts. It feels like they took something out of me and it messed everything up."

"I know... But you'll feel better once you sleep, yeah? And the more you rest, the sooner you'll be recovered enough to handle your magic again." Caretaker pulled the blankets up to Whumpee's shoulder and handed them the plush toy they'd brought earlier.

Whumpee moved their legs away from their chest, exposing their face as they clutched the stuffed animal. Their momentary comfort gave way to worry. "What if I forget how to use magic while I'm in here, though? W-what if I'm never able to use magic again?" Their lip started to quiver.

Caretaker gave Whumpee a warm smile, though their eyes held a look of pity. "I'm not sure, Whumpee. I don't know a whole lot about magic... How it works, what it takes to learn it." They patted Whumpee's shoulder. "But whatever happens, I'll stay by your side every step of the way. I'll promise you that much."

A small smile formed on Whumpee's face. Though they still seemed worried, Caretaker's reassurance calmed their nerves somewhat. They closed their eyes, squeezing the stuffed animal against their chest.

The two rested quietly in the hospital room, the shadows stretching higher up the wall until the orange sunset outside had darkened to a rich purple. Once Whumpee dozed off, Caretaker swept up the broken pieces. They sat down next to Whumpee again and gently placed a hand on their cheek.

Whumpee mumbled contentedly. For the first time in a while, their sleep seemed... peaceful.

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Hi!!! Hope you're doing well. Um I was wondering....could you write a story where caretaker is a magic user and they use a sleeping spell to put overworked whumpee to sleep? Or even villian using a sleeping spell on overworked hero. You don't have to write this if your overwhelmed with requests. If you do thank you! You would've made my day!

Hi Anon! Sure, I can write this for you! Here you go!

A Royal Pain

Whumpee swung their sword over and over again at the wooden targets. Caretaker looked on with growing worry. Ever since they had been rescued, Whumpee had been overdoing it on the training field. They practiced day and night, barely stopping for meals and definitely not stopping for sleep. They carried their sword everywhere they went, and they had started to drag it across the ground in a fashion most unlike them. Whumpee had always taken good care of their things, soit was increasingly concerning to see them handling their weapon in such a way.

“Whumpee-”

The blade held inches from their nose had Caretaker throwing their hands up in surrender. Whumpee stared through bloodshot eyes, a look of tired determination on their face. It took them far too long to recognize the court mage and their best friend. When they did, they lowered their weapon with a harsh clang against the ground.

“Caretaker,” Whumpee panted, “you mustn’t sneak up on me like that.”

Caretaker hadn’t been trying to sneak up on them at all. In fact, they were trying to make their approaching movements as obvious as possible so as not to alarm them. So much for that.

“I’m sorry,” Caretaker said, “it’s just… I’m worried about you.”

“I suppose you would be,” Whumpee sighed, “considering how easily I was taken. I won’t disappoint you again, I’m making sure of it.”

Whumpee went back to slashing at the targets. They were missing almost every swing. Whumpee, the most skilled swordfighter in the kingdom, hitting less marks than a novice. Caretaker shook their head.

“No one is disappointed in you, Whumpee,” they said, “you’ve been at this all day, why don’t you take a short break and come inside with me? Chef is making your favorite I’m told.”

Chef had been making Whumpee’s favorite meal for the last three days in a row, in hopes that it would entice them to settle down. Whumpee gave Caretaker the same answer they had been giving everyone else.

“Later. I just need more time.”

The incantation grew ever-present in Caretaker’s mind. They had been debating for some time whether to use it. The larger part of them said Whumpee desperately needed the rest, but the annoyingly noble part of them mentioned the slight drawback that Whumpee would feel terribly betrayed when they woke up…

Caretaker shoved their troublesome gallantry down. This was no time to be trustworthy. They mumbled the incantation, performing the appropriate hand movements from inside their robes.

“Sleep,” Caretaker whispered.

Whumpee turned slowly, holding their hand to their head and dropping their weapon entirely.

“Caretaker?”

“Yes, Whumpee?” Caretaker kept their tone light and casual.

“I… did you do something?”

Whumpee took a wobbly step forward. Caretaker closed the distance between them and caught them before they could fall.

“Only what I had to,” Caretaker admitted.

Whumpee’s eyes were starting to flutter, their body going limp in Caretaker’s hold. Everytime their eyelids drooped closed, Whumpee forced them back open. Strong-willed, the king and queen would say, though Caretaker preferred the term, “bullheaded”.

“Don’t fight it,” Caretaker huffed, “you’re not going to win.”

Whumpee’s breathing deepened as their body finally succumbed to Caretaker’s spell. Caretaker summoned two guards to help carry them back inside.

“Their highness requires constant supervision,” Caretaker said, “let me know the moment they wake up.”

“Yes, Caretaker,” the first guard said.

“And inform Chef that Whumpee will in fact be eating this evening.”

“Very good, Caretaker,” the other guard said, “that ought to lift Chef’s spirits considerably.”

Caretaker went to tell the king and queen that Whumpee was finally resting. Their majesties wouldn’t mind that they had taken some magical liberties to get them there.

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[kabie-whump]

🥱 - Sleep deprivation (I lied, I'm sending 3 instead of twoXD♥️) Thanks again!

Thanks again for your asks! This was fun!

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Ventis, Onthyes, and Shayah have been holed up in this partially collapsed watchtower for three days now.

Wind howls through cracks in the stone, fluttering the torn edges of old banners. It's freezing, dark, and nowhere close to safe, but it's the only barrier between them and whatever the thing was that tore through their last camp like paper.

Shayah sleeps light, still in her armor, her axe within arm's reach. Onthyes squats in front of the fire, warming his hands. Onthyes glances over at Ventis-

"I'm fine," Ventis says before Onthyes can voice his question. "I've got it."

He's sitting against a wall, one leg outstretched and the other bent. His palms are cupped around a little ball of glowing blue magic. It flickers like a candle flame, casting an eerie light up onto his face. Right now, this ball of magic is the one thing keeping their enemy from sensing their location and coming for them again.

"You haven't slept in days."

"Well, I've still got it."

Ventis isn't sure that that's even true. He's still awake, sure. He's still fueling the wards around their hiding place. But Onthyes is right. It's been days. It's been days and he hasn't slept at all.

"Ventis..." Onthyes stands and goes over to him, lowering himself to lean against the wall just next to him.

Ventis leans into Onthyes's shoulder. He's toasty warm from being by the fire, and immediately Ventis feels his eyes closing, the urge to doze off here overwhelming.

He jolts upright, his head spinning from the motion. The sphere of light flickers dangerously, and he steadies it by sheer will alone. He can't afford to sleep now. His friends need him to keep this ward alive.

Ventis grits his teeth. "I'm fine," he says again, but his words come out slurred.

Onthyes doesn't say anything for a moment, doesn't move away either. He watches Ventis, scanning him with worry pinching his brow.

"You're not," Onthyes says gently. "You're shaking."

Ventis lets out a stuttering exhale through his nose. "Just... tired."

"Then sleep."

"I can't." Tears of frustration sting at Ventis's eyes against his will. "The ward-"

"I'll wake up Shayah. The two of us can keep watch the old fashioned way while you rest up."

Ventis shakes his head. Onthyes doesn't understand. He can't just sleep, knowing that his friends are waiting for some unknown force to tear them apart. He pulls the ball of magic closer to his chest, drawing both knees up.

"They'll find us."

"Ventis-"

"No. I can feel it, Onthyes. Something's looking for us. It's after us. If I let go, even for a second-"

His voice is trembling now, frayed at the edges. Onthyes reaches for his shoulder and Ventis flinches hard. The magic flares, then gutters like a lamp in the wind. His breath catches. His vision goes dark for less than a second and when it returns, he can't feel his hands.

No.

No, not now, damn it.

The magic flickers again. Ventis's limbs buzz.

"I can't," Ventis gasps, panic rising in his chest. "I can't feel my hands."

"Ventis," Onthyes's voice is suddenly stern as he grabs his wrist. "You're done."

"No no no-"

The magic flickers out.

"No!"

"Shayah, wake up," Onthyes barks.

Shayah is up instantly, axe in hand.

"I'm sorry-"

"It's okay, Ventis. We can handle it."

Ventis lets his head thump back on the wall, unable to hold it up anymore. Onthyes and Shayah stand back to back, weapons drawn.

And nothing comes. No sudden attack, nothing but a distant chirping of frogs and the crackle of the fire.

Ventis sags forward. Onthyes rushes to catch him before he can hit the ground. His skin is cold and clammy, his breathing quick and shallow.

"See?" Onthyes is panting, forced sunniness barely covering his unease. "Whatever it is, it lost interest. You did great, Ventis."

Ventis swallows back a sob. Now that he's not focusing on the spell, he can really feel just how tired he is. His vision fades in and out, a strange buzzing taking over his hearing.

"Can... Can I-"

"Yeah. You can sleep now."

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[hurtmyfavsthanks]

We all know about magical fatigue as a whump trope for magical overuse. Now I raise you: Magical euphoria.

Magic that feels good to use. It leaves the user dizzy and lightheaded, a giddy energy rushing through their entire body. It's enough to leave the most stoic whumpee giggling madly, to make the most obedient soldier go rogue. It's a power that ultimately, inevitably, controls its user.

Mages aren’t trusted to act on their own. They can’t be, not when each spell costs them their sanity. Not when, in a daze of manic joy, they’re just as liable to destroy the enemy as their allies.

And so they need a handler.

Imagine Caretaker in this situation. Forced to watch Whumpee throw themselves into madness, to turn themselves into an unthinking weapon under the demand of some uncaring general. Having to put aside their affection for Whumpee as a person, and analyze them as a tool.

It’s Caretaker who decides when Whumpee is still fit for battle. It’s caretaker who has to look into their dazed and distant eyes, blood dripping into a too wide smile, and decide if Whumpee has anything else to give.

It’s Caretaker who decides when they’re too far gone, when Whumpee needs to stop. And if Whumpee can’t, it’s Caretaker’s job to make them stop. Even if that means using force, even if it means hurting them, because letting them run wild isn’t an option.

And when the battle’s over, when Whumpee is either led or dragged away to the medical wing, Caretaker’s the only one brave enough to tend to their injuries. They wrap bleeding, scorched fingers without a word, the only sound being Whumpee babbling, mad ramblings. Caretaker knows they won’t remember any of this. They still talk to Whumpee anyway, soft, comforting words they hope will bring Whumpee back faster.

And when whumpee’s eyes finally clear, when their body sags with exhaustion they’re just now able to feel, Caretaker feels nothing but grief, because it’ll start all over again tomorrow.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Okay 👏 Hear me out…

Whump that draws attention to the person

Whump that means they later have to keep a low profile, OR explain themselves

Whump like fainting in a crowded bar from a drunkenness after drowning their sorrows, or pain/symptoms that manifest suddenly and/or intensely that either can’t be ignored or makes them freak out, thus drawing attention to themselves

Whump that embarrasses them or others around them, because it made a scene

Whump with social consequences!!!

(Is this partially inspired by my own social faux pas? Yes. Yes it is.)

This can be applied to sick people, injury/hiding injuries, fatigue, drugging, even fantastical tropes like curses, magic users, and isekai!!!

IT’S SO VERSATILE!!!!!

It is! As someone who has passed out in a public place and caused a big embarrassing fuss, I can confirm it's a doozy! Make it public, make it a scene! All the extra eyes of strangers and all the scurrying about make the whumpee feel even worse

[acer-whumpstuff]

Magic whumpee magic whumpee magic whumpee

Fantasy whump where whumpee is the only magic user of their party, and they focus on healing magic. All their teammates come to them when they’re hurt or sick.

But they’re doing some serious adventures, and whumpee ends up using so much magic they get sick- like really sick.

Like ‘I have no idea who is feeding me soup right now but the soup is too hot too hot and I’m so cold and everything hurts I can’t see I can’t think I can barely breathe it’s too cold out here the soup is too cold get these blankets off me I’m so hot’ kind of sick.

And their teammates can do NOTHING for them because they don’t know anything about magic burnout or basic health skills.

[year-of-whump-tropes]

Here's the tentative list for April!

April: Magic Whump

Week 1: Magical side effects 

Day 1:

Magical scars

Curses

Day 2:

Magic fatigue

“Did I do it?”

Day 3:

Improper magical healing

What magical side effect(s) do you find most interesting?

Day 4:

Wild/unpredictable magic

“I can’t keep this up for long!”

Day 5:

Physical consequences of magic use

Magic fatigue or magic euphoria? Why?

Day 6:

Magic euphoria

“It’s too much.”

Day 7:

Painful magic

“I wish we had another option.”

Week 2: Used for their magic 

Day 1:

Bound/imprisoned with their own magic

Sealing

Day 2:

Living battery

"We need/deserve this magic more than you"

Day 3:

Loved one used as leverage

What’s the most fun way to compel a whumpee?

Day 4:

Forced to overtax themself

“I can’t!”

Day 5:

Magic suppressors

What role would you be in a whump story?

Day 6:

Magic transfer

“You work for me now.”

Day 7:

Owned magic user as a status symbol

Whumpee’s own magic out of their control

Week 3: Nonhuman whump

Day 1:

Harm to/removal of nonhuman parts

Nonhuman traits used against them

Day 2:

Sentient weapons/bindings/other objects

“Get it!”

Day 3:

Fae whump

What’s your favorite kind of nonhuman whumpee?

Day 4:

Unwanted transformation

"Stop complaining, you’ll heal anyway"

Day 5:

Immortal whump

What’s your favorite kind of nonhuman whumper?

Day 6:

Dehumanization due to being nonhuman

“You’re not one of us. You’re lesser.”

Day 7:

Demon/angel whump

What whump trope(s) do you think work best with a nonhuman whumpee?

Week 4: Magic with a price

Day 1:

Healing with a cost

“I have to…”

Day 2:

Magical contract(s)

"I'll be okay."

Day 3:

Loss of control

What example of power with a price in fiction do you find most compelling?

Day 4:

Ritual gone badly

"Come on, talk to me!"

Day 5:

Magic that draws from the user’s body

What’s your favorite kind of self-whump for a whumpee to go through?

Day 6:

Whumpee pushing themself too far

"It's killing you!"

Day 7:

Magic that causes a loss of the user’s humanity

“You can’t keep doing this.”

[whump-galaxy]

The magic user Whumpee has trained and honed their power for years. Everything comes easily to them, and very few have mastered magic quite like the Whumpee has. But one day, their power gets them better of them. They aren’t quite sure what caused it, but casting hurt.

They assume it’s a fluke. Everyone tells them a bit of rest and some reduced training will fix it.

But it doesn’t go away. If fact, it gets worse. Every spell they cast, no matter how basic, how easy, causes extraordinary pain.

Everyone thinks they know how to fix it, but as the Whumpee tries everything, people turn to blaming them. How could such a star ruin their own magic? It must’ve been something the Whumpee did to themselves.

Eventually, the Whumpee comes to adjust to a life without magic. It’s a monumental task, being forced to give up their entire life.

But they hold out hope for their body to be able to handle magic again.

[aceofwhump]

Hi everyone! Welcome to my blog!

I decided to make a new pinned post with all the information that is available on my desktop site but that will be more accessible for mobile users. Plus a few extras 😉

So an introduction.

I'm Ace. I started this blog back in February 2018 after seeing a post that referenced the whump community. I had no idea there was such a large community here on tumblr! As soon as I saw that making a whump blog was an option I immediately made one. And I haven't regretted it since. I love this blog, I love this community, and I'm thrilled to be here three years later! 

Here on this blog you'll see lots of gifsets both reblogged from wonderful creators and gifs made by yours truly. I also write fanfics on occasion. You can check out my work on AO3 under the name "aceofwhump" or you can look under my tag "ace writes stuff". That tag will have some stuff not on AO3 too. I also do whump lists for certain characters, trope lists, video clips of good whump, and fanfic recs.

Click on the read more for even more information and important links to things like gifmaking tutorials, my trope tag list, my show/movie tag list, my fanfic masterlist, and more!!!

My favorite tropes are:

Emotional: panic attacks, nightmares, insecurities, feeling inadequate, fear, grief, flashbacks, flinching, emotional breakdowns full of sobbing, emotional outbursts, scar reveals, anxiety, self hatred

Environmental: accidents, natural disasters like earthquakes or storms, hit by a car, collapsed building, falling through ice, heat exhaustion, hypothermia, falls, burns, infected wounds from lack of medical equipment, sickness, being unable to breathe, drowning

Small moments: limping, feeling weak and seeking support, breathing through the pain, moving wrong in a way that aggravates the pain, and the sudden seizing of his body, shaking hands, pressing the heel of his hand against his temple because of a headache, taking a moment to close his eyes because he’s light headed/exhausted/has such a bad headache

Sci-fi: space illness, oxygen deprivation, isolation, being locked in the brig, hull of the ship getting damaged, alien attacks

Injuries: broken bones, gunshot wounds, hidden injuries, bruises, beaten, concussions, collapsed lung, slings, casts, crutches, knocked unconscious, blood loss

Torture/Captivity: Being strung up by their wrists from the ceiling, drugged, chained up, caged, tied to a chair, handcuffed to a pole, interrogated

Comfort/Caretaking: hugging, “Are you okay?”, “You’re safe now”, “I’ve got you”, hand holding, helping to walk, ice packs, covering someone with a blanket, a cool cloth on their forehead to help with a fever, a fever check, touching their face to offer comfort

Magic: magical healing that causes pain, draining of powers, powers that are painful to use, curses

Stoic or defiant whumpees

Team whump

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Introducing…

ACEOFWHUMP’S FANFIC MASTERLIST!!

This has been a massive, ongoing project of mine for a while now in which I am endeavoring to catalog and categorize every fanfiction I’ve ever bookmarked. I fear this project will never be complete as I'm always reading and bookmarking new fics but I’m going to share it anyway.

Inside, you will find links and summaries to the fanfictions I’ve read over the years on both AO3 and FF.net. Each fic is sorted by the specific whumpee that they center on. So there’s a page for Danny Williams, for Mike Warren, for Lucifer Morningstar, and many many more. The fics are 90% whump with a touch of fluffy ones thrown in too. This list is based on the fics I’ve read and bookmarked so it leans heavily on my favorite whumpees and my favorite tropes. 

I’ve been working on categorizing every fic by its tropes (so theoretically you could search for say seizure fics or sick fics) but that’s taking me a loooong time because I have to reread every fic in order to determine what kind of categories to make and to look for the specific tropes. So for now you’ll have to make do with the fic summaries and using the search function. When it’s done, each whumpee will have their specific trope categories so you won’t necessarily find the same tropes in each category but it should help narrow down the fics better once I’m done. This is an ongoing project for me.

The list gets updated all the time so check back in every now and then. There might be something new.

I do take suggestions of fics to add to this masterlist but please keep in mind that it may not end up on the list. It's nothing personal I promise. I just can't add every single fic in the world.

Here's the link (note that it opens best on desktop browser because it is large):

[aspens-whump]

Mending spells are for objects, healing spells are for people. That was one of the very first things Whumpee learned from Mentor as a spellcaster. Though they weren't quite sure what caused this difference, they also weren't one to test it. Every spell Mentor taught had been passed down and refined for generations, so Whumpee trusted that they had good reason for emphasizing that such a distinction existed.

Well, at least, they never intended to test Mentor's instructions. Now that they'd tripped and fallen into a ditch full of jagged rocks while looking for spell components in the woods, they were considering it as an option.

A boulder scraped against them on the way down, leaving a thick red streak of blood along the edge of the ditch. They groaned as they lay on their side. Each frantic, shallow breath sent a wave of stabbing pain through their body, undoubtedly because of a broken rib or two. As their mind stopped spinning, they realized they were clutching at a large gash that ran across their stomach.

They pushed themself into a sitting position, still cradling their stomach. "Mmnh... Somebody. H-help! Please!" Tears ran down their cheeks, stinging the cuts that dashed across.

Moments passed, yet there was no response. Whumpee began to try to call out again, but they were taken by a coughing fit and fell onto their back. They winced, feeling blood spatter from their lips.

Whumpee cursed themself for using up their one health potion earlier in the day on a stupid scraped knee. And then foolishly separating from the rest of their party, which was surely hours down the path by now. They hadn't even properly learned how to cast a healing spell, one of the more difficult spells to learn, thinking that carrying around a potion meant they wouldn't have to.

At this point, even if a mending spell wasn't specifically meant to heal, they figured it had to be better than nothing. And they knew it well, having used it to repair things countless times. They closed their eyes in an effort to calm themself enough to focus. They took a shaky breath, rested one hand above their stomach and clutched their spell focus with the other, and whispered the spell.

A soft light shone from Whumpee's palm. It flickered for a moment before fading away. Whumpee propped themself up on their elbow to look, only to find that the wound continued to flow steadily, coating their fingers with sticky blood. Nothing had changed. They sank to the ground again, defeated, when they felt a warm tingling sensation across their skin.

A scream tore through their throat as their flesh started to warp, twisting into strips and sprawling across the wound like vines. The pain left them writhing on the ground and choking on splintered cries.

"... Ple-please... It hurts! Make it stop!" They weren't sure to who or what they were calling, but it didn't matter. Every desperate plea went unanswered in the empty forest, as the magic continued its work undisturbed. Whumpee sobbed with each surge of pain. Every movement sent a sharp, burning pain from their wound, but they couldn't hold still, not like this.

Finally, the pain slowed down to a dull, throbbing sensation. Whumpee shuddered and carefully pulled themself back onto their elbows to look. The wound didn't look much better than before, other than having some rough strands of flesh stretched across as if it had been clumsily sewn over with rope. At the very least, it seemed like the spell had pulled the wound shut by a little bit and slowed the bleeding.

Whumpee stared up at the sky. Though they'd left in the bright afternoon, the sky was now fading to a warm purple, speckled with a few faint stars. If this was the best they could heal themself, they had no better choice than to wait and hope someone found them, and soon.

[hy-whump-hei]

a full week of whumptober is already done!!! i'm pretty surprised at how fast this is going but i really enjoy making prompt lists like this :D

ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES: Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | "It's us or them."

CW: Comas, implied human experimentation

A Whumpee whose magic is uncontrollable when used. Nobody dares to get close with them or even talk to them for fear of getting hurt. The only person willing enough to go near them is Whumper, who just found themselves the perfect test subject...

Caretaker has a magic type that is incredibly powerful, but sends the user into a coma for the next few days, which is why it is reserved for emergency use. When Whumpee is in danger, Caretaker doesn't give a second thought as to how they'll be affected: all they can think of is Whumpee.

"If they want to play dirty, so will we." "Please, don't do this!" "It's us or them, Teammate. If this is what keeps us alive, so be it."

i'm so tired so i'm gna snooze now :] goodnight and see you tomorrow for day 8!!

[hey-that-hurt]

Characters getting hurt by their own element, or an element they should be immune or resistant to, perhaps due to magical interference. Characters experiencing a kind of pain they’ve never felt before, a kind of pain they thought they would never feel, because their innate ability to be unharmed by something is gone.

Fire users being scorched by heat that had always been a comfort.

Ice wielders shivering and starting to go numb from cold and snow that usually brings them such a sense of peace.

Someone whose element is water not finding joy and wonder under the surface of the water, but instead a lack of breath as they panic and begin to drown.

Lightning wielders screaming as the current turns from a thrilling energy into pain, their entire body seizing up.

Want to make things even worse? Put your whumpee through this for a prolonged period of time, then let their magic return to normal. Everything should be better now… but they start to call their element to their fingertips and they can’t help but shudder, drawing their magic back inward.

[sickfictropes]

Warlock whumpee with Caretaker as a patron. my initial idea was dnd but this could work in lots of worlds

lol my initial thought is for Merlin BBS which i've written a ton for so hopefully this is fun!! have 5 prompts!!

A personal favorite prompt i've never seen anywhere but the fic I wrote: whumpee is placed under a curse that makes it so they spike a fever when they're next to the person on the quest with them. They're on their way to get it reversed, no biggie, but then partner gets hurt and can't walk. Now, whumpee has no choice but to support them, and it means that they can only walk in short bursts until they practically collapse, but of course, that happens eventually. so so fun!!

any kind of plague that affects magic users only. and maybe the cure is to let it pass. and maybe the gang has to flee from the enemy.

we all love a magical exhaustion fic lol! using too much of their energy fighting or healing people that they just collapse like a rag doll and the team takes care of them.

feeling like if they sleep, then they might miss a fight and doom the rest of the the team, so they just,,, stop sleeping,,, until the team makes them feel a little more sure of themselves.

they visit a town who isn't so keen on magic users and are imprisoned until the team breaks them out (or maybe they get out by themselves?)

[whumpster-dumpster]

i’m trying to make my magic whumpee a bit more well rounded, so i was wondering if you had any ideas for whumpy drawbacks for magic overuse, specifically, whumpee’s problem is that he has too much magic in his system and can’t sustain such power in a fragile mortal body

I love me some magical overuse! If there's too much in his system, I can imagine migraines, muscle spasms/tremors, high blood pressure and heart rate, as if the magic is trying to actually pound its way out of his body. Not to mention a deep soreness/stiffness/achiness that makes the user dearly regret ever overusing it, though of course they'll end up doing it again in the future

[sleepyiswhumping]

whumpee who is also their own worst whumper

in fear of their life they used their immense magical powers to cast ward after ward on themself, making themself (supposedly) untouchable. weapons glance away from them, arrows and bullets shatter against the solid air, blows are stopped inches away. they’re truly impervious. the downside of this is they can never be touched. their clothes hang loosely around their flesh, never touching it. an angry fist or soft touch press against the solid air. whumpee hates this, but they can’t reverse it. they poured all of their power into these wards and getting enough power to undo this would take centuries, far longer than even their extended lifespan.

enter caretaker. another powerful magic user, and whumpee’s enemy. they’ve been waging war against whumpee for decades, now, but finally decided to fight them personally. in their battle, caretaker swings at whumpee and the blow connects. whumpee and caretaker are shocked.

queue caretaker’s already conflicted feelings about whumpee (hate and contempt for what they’ve become, longing and sadness at what they used to be, desire and love wanting to save whumpee from themself) meshing with whumpee’s own conflicting feelings toward caretaker (they’re sworn enemies, caretaker has been trying to defeat them for decades, but whumpee hasn’t felt the touch of *anything* in as long, if not longer.)

does caretaker abuse this to finally defeat whumpee? or do they attempt to help whumpee heal? does whumpee want to heal? maybe not, if they have to do it alongside caretaker. would it be possible to squash a hatred that’s lasted a lifetime for the sake of your well-being?

[year-of-whump-tropes]

Month 4, Week 4 prompts

Monthly theme: Magic whump

Weekly theme: Magic with a price

Day 1:

Healing with a cost

“I have to…”

Day 2:

Magical contract(s)

"I'll be okay."

Day 3:

Loss of control

What example of power with a price in fiction do you find most compelling?

Day 4:

Ritual gone badly

"Come on, talk to me!"

Day 5:

Magic that draws from the user’s body

What’s your favorite kind of self-whump for a whumpee to go through?

Day 6:

Whumpee pushing themself too far

"It's killing you!"

Day 7:

Magic that causes a loss of the user’s humanity

“You can’t keep doing this.”