#magic user whumpee

[nat-1-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.

[secretwhumplair]

🐯 for os of your choice!

Thank you!

🐯 Roles are reversed (they are now the whumper), what do they do?

Oh. Hm. >:)

Cw for vague gore.

See, if Orafin still had his tongue, he could just sing the fucker apart from the inside out in an extremely excruciating fashion while keeping him alive the whole time. The black arts aren't feared in other kingdoms for nothing >:) His siblings could do it, of course, but that's neither the question nor would they rob Orafin of the opportunity for sweet sweet vengeance.

So a knife will have to do.

The good thing about it is that's something Elgar can share in.

He will die. Eventually.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Magic Whump Week Day 7

9/29: Magic exhaustion / "I can't…"

Prompts List | Masterpost

Fandom: Original

Words: 1100

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

CW: caretaking, delirium, fever, mistreatment, living weapon whump, medicine, swearing, guilt, arguing

A/N: That's a wrap for Magic Whump Week! Thank you so much to @kabie-whump for hosting, and happy birthday to Ventis! 🎉This was fun :D

I'll be back in two days for Whumptober, so stick around! <3

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The medical tent was silent as Caretaker squeezed the water out of a thin cloth, the cool liquid dripping between their fingers into the shallow bowl in their lap. Folding it in half, they gently placed the fabric on Whumpee’s forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear.

Whumpee’s eyes, half-open, twitched slightly as the cool cloth made contact with their warm, flushed skin, looking at Caretaker but not seeing them. They mumbled something unintelligible.

Caretaker rose and returned the bowl to the nearby table, which held medical equipment and medicines designed for someone suffering from magic exhaustion, like Whumpee. Protocol demanded that they measure out the correct doses and force the bitter liquids down Whumpee’s throat, to speed up recovery and get them back onto the field as soon as possible.

Protocol set in place by Caretaker’s superiors, who didn’t understand the full effects the medications could have on a person’s physical and mental state. It didn’t take long for the side effects to become apparent. Higher and higher doses required to achieve the same results after prolonged use. Chronic fatigue and brain fog. More difficulty controlling their magic.

Caretaker’s colleagues had tried countless times to make the dangers clear to their superiors. However, it quickly became clear that the health and well-being of the magic users were not the leaders’ highest priority.

So a stand was made. The medics quietly stopped using the medication for new recruits. The more experienced magic users had to be weaned off slowly, to prevent extreme withdrawal.

Whumpee was one such magic user.

Caretaker watched them stare at nothing for a long time, eyes tracking the movements of things only they could see. Whether it was the current of magic in the tent or just hallucinations, Caretaker didn’t know. How they hated seeing the magic users run into the ground, forced to spend every last drop of magic for the cause until they collapsed, barely conscious, and were rushed to the medical tent for recovery.

It showed just how little their superiors cared for the lives of those beneath them. Anything for the cause.

“Caretaker…” Whumpee mumbled, eyes fixed upon them.

Caretaker moved to their side. “I’m here, Whumpee.”

“I can’t… I can’t think….”

“It’s just the magic exhaustion, you’ll start feeling better soon.”

Whumpee’s eyes drifted away, pupils constricting as if a bright light was in their face. Perhaps it was, but only to them.

Caretaker snapped their fingers next to Whumpee’s ear. “What’s going on? What are you seeing?”

“Lights…” Whumpee murmured, “pretty….”

“We’re in a fairly strong magic current.” Caretaker frowned, noting how Whumpee’s eyes followed the invisible lights to their left. A west heading. The magic users were trained to ignore the currents, to use only their innate magic. The raw magic in the currents was too powerful for one magic user to contain. Whumpee was too out of it to remember.

Caretaker snapped their fingers in Whumpee’s face. “Hey. Eyes on me. Remember your training.”

“Training…” Whumpee repeated skeptically, but they obediently watched Caretaker.

Caretaker glanced over their shoulder at the table. They couldn’t stall on the medication for much longer. Magic users in withdrawal hungered for any sort of energy. A magical current like the one they were in now was the perfect source for a delirious, desperate Whumpee.

They turned back to Whumpee and moved the damp cloth over their eyes. “Don’t move,” they instructed sternly, “I’m getting something to help you feel better.”

Whumpee mumbled something in reply, too low to be understood. Caretaker ignored them, rising and moving to the table, where they quickly measured out the lowered dose, specifically tailored for Whumpee. It accounted for their weight, power type, power volatility, and the minimum needed to prevent extreme withdrawal symptoms.

Dose completed, Caretaker poured it into a small, thin bottle and returned to Whumpee. They removed the cloth from Whumpee’s eyes and instructed them to sit up. Whumpee did as instructed, gaze still tracking the magical currents in the tent.

Caretaker placed the bottle in their hand. “Drink.”

Whumpee obeyed without question, barely reacting to the bitter taste. Caretaker frowned. This isn’t right.

Whumpee gasped, pupils dilating to twice their normal size, and collapsed back onto the cot, eyes wide open but body completely limp. The bottle fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces.

Caretaker flinched away for the briefest moment before they dove over Whumpee, fingers frantically searching for their pulse. It was fast. Too fast.

Shitshitshitshit!

Caretaker stumbled back to the table, mind racing, trying to remember which bottle held the antidote whipped up by one of their colleagues in case something exactly like this happened. Their heart pounded in their ears as they measured out the dose, but their hands were perfectly steady.

Dose measured, Caretaker poured it into Whumpee’s open mouth and forced them to swallow. For a moment, nothing happened.

And then, without warning, Whumpee inhaled sharply and began to cough. Tears spilled down their face as the fit continued, and Caretaker grabbed a cup of water as Whumpee sat up, rubbing a hand over their face.

“Damn,” they whispered hoarsely, gulping down the water, “that burned.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Like someone scrubbed my brain with salt and lemon juice,” Whumpee stated, pressing their fingers to their temples. “Damn that stings, but damn was it needed. What did you do?”

Caretaker shifted, guilt curling in their stomach. “We’re trying to rid you of the dependency on the medication. It’s doing more harm than good. But it appears I misjudged how badly you’d react to the new dose….”

Whumpee stared at them. “You’re telling me this now?”

Caretaker bit their lip. “You’ve seen what happened to the other magic users who’ve been here two years, three years, four. The medication—”

“You did this without my permission.”

“I—”

“No.” Whumpee shoved the cup back into their hands and stood. They towered a full foot and a half over Caretaker. “I don’t want to hear it. You could have killed me, and you didn’t even ask.”

“Please—”

Whumpee glared at them. “I hope you realize just how badly I want to report you to our superiors. I understand what you intended, but this…!” They ran a hand through their hair. “I need to clear my head. Damn this magic current.”

They turned to go, but Caretaker grabbed their shoulder. “I can’t let you, I haven’t discharged you—”

“I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.” Whumpee hissed. “Let go of me.” They jerked out of Caretaker’s grasp and stalked out of the tent. 

Caretaker watched them go, guilt and terror battling in their mind. The cup slipped out of their fingers and fell to the floor with a clatter, but didn’t break. Their legs trembled, and Caretaker sank onto the cot where Whumpee had just rested.

Whumpee was right. Caretaker had messed up.

And now Caretaker was going to pay for it.

[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]

Hello again!!! You answered my healing magic ask with such wonderful interesting responses!!!!!! I love each and every one DEARLY, you really delivered, thank you :D

And at the end you said another trope you like is when a character suffers from not using their magic, which, I adore that trope too and I used to use it a LOT when I was consistently making ocs

So I have returned to your askbox today to ask you if you could expand on that trope too? Thank you so much again for the lovely answers, and in advance if you decide to write something for this too :)

i'm so glad and flattered that you liked my suggestions!! i really like the idea of magic buildup, especially for characters who have to conceal their magic. here's a trope i thought of that might not be my invention but i love it anyway:

there's a plague going around that's only affecting magic users. the magical whumpee's magic is a secret, so when they fall ill, they have no choice but to hide it, lest they reveal their secret.

i like the idea of magical buildup being slow. starts with some itchy skin, some eye irritation. ends with unconsciousness, fever, and blinding headaches. being in a place where they can't use magic or being held prisoner and being detained in magic-resistant shackles? PLEASE.

[aceofwhump]

Hi everyone! Welcome to my blog!

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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.

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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

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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):

[nat-1-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.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

I had to share a blorbo w you cause I know you’d see my vision OKAY. Whumpee. Magic whumpee.Whumpee, a magic user, is captured and kept unconscious for months via strong bliss inducing sedatives, their magic drained periodically. When discovered by a caretaker, they are frail, unconscious, and when they wake up, disoriented. Caretaker grabs them and runs but whumpee is barely conscious and not used to anything other than the temperature controlled room where everything felt hazy and safe, being jostled and put in the cold

I need someone to understand the horror, of A, delirious whumpee not understanding what’s going on, after being awake for the first time in months. B, withdrawals. C. The feeling of helplessness, shame, and weakness that comes from the experience. Plus the human trophy aspect???

Oh my LORD do I see the vision!!!

I really, really like this idea. A gilded cage, a captivity designed to be as inoffensive as possible. It feels almost more dehumanizing than your more typical captivity because it highlights how little whumpee matters outside of their magic. Whumper doesn’t even care enough to see them suffer.

Speaking of Whumper, I feel like they could be really interesting! What are their feelings towards Whumpee. Why this method?

Was it fear? A whumper who’s equally part in awe and terrified of Whumpee’s power. A whumper who sees whumpee like an exotic animal, equal parts awe-inspiring and deadly. So they use the drugs to contain whumpee, leaving them as harmless as a housecat. Defanged, harmless, safe. It’s only then, with whumpee’s body too burdened with drugs to resist, that Whumper dares to touch their prize.

Or maybe it’s out of devotion. They see whumpee as a god, something to be worshiped and coveted, something worthy of the world’s greatest comforts. And what is a greater comfort than freedom of choice? So they bind whumpee with gentle hands, testing them with the utmost care. Tending to their body with revere, keeping their mind in a blissful unconsciousness. They’re harnessing whumpee’s power as they believe their god would wish it, and whumpee doesn’t have to lift a finger.

Or maybe it’s simple efficiency. It’s just easier, logically. Whumper doesn’t care about whumpee besides their magic, and thus they reduce them to nothing but their magic. Whumpee is a battery for them, not a person. It’s simply easier to keep them drugged and compliant.

I really like thinking about the brief moments where Whumpee’s consciousness is able rise to the surface. The brief flashes of clarity between doses. Whumpee’s eyes focusing for a moment, mind only clear enough to have the vaguest notion that something is wrong. Only aware enough for their eyes to meet Whumper’s and question who they are.

It’s never enough. Their limbs are always too heavy to move, their mind too foggy to make sense of their situation. Their captor too vigilant to allow the light in their eyes to linger before snuffing it out again. Whumper’s always ready with another dose, sending bliss into Whumpee’s veins and dragging them back down.

And the rescue! I gotta tell you, I’m always here for whumpee being disoriented and drugged while being rescued. But I feel like we so often default to a confused terror, with Whumpee believing their rescuer means to harm them. I think the total opposite end of the spectrum is really underexplored!

Just! Caretaker finally finds Whumpee after spending so long searching for them. They expected them to be weak, to be hurt and terrified. They were prepared for it, as much as the thought of someone so powerful being brought so low scared them.

They don’t expect to be greeted with a smile. They don’t expect to find Whumpee blissed out of their mind, babbling nonsense with a grin and nothing behind their eyes. Whumpee barely reacts to Caretaker’s presence, gaze passing through them even as Caretaker grips their shoulders. There’s no recognition in Whumpee’s eyes. No recognition of Caretaker, no recognition of their situation. Nothing, and it makes Caretaker sick.

And I just think it’s so creepy! The contrast between the tense situation and whumpee’s response, whumpee’s sheer inability to recognize what’s happening around them. There’s no tearful reunion, no pleading, nothing that would make sense. Caretaker feels like Whumpee is miles away, even as they press Whumpee to their chest.

When it comes to the recovery, one big point sticking in my head is Whumpee’s emotional response to the whole ordeal. We gotta consider that Whumpee is a powerful magic user. They’re used to protecting others, being the one people ask for help. They likely took pride in it on some level, maybe were even a bit cocky at the power they had at their fingertips.

And now that’s just gone. Now they can’t even stand without help, muscles deteriorated after months of inactivity. They can’t go an entire day without a nap, can’t stop their hands from shaking. The magic that once came so easily to them now burns, their power still exhausted weeks after captivity.

They hate it. They hate how easily controlled they’d been. Mind clear for the first time in months, they can’t help but recall their captivity. Recall all the moments that, if only they’d been stronger, they could’ve escaped. Recall that they hadn’t wanted to escape, how they’d felt nothing but lazy, warm contentment. Tamed and leashed and controlled like some pet monster, and having been happy in their captivity. Whumpee can only look back with disgust.

It’s about the wounded pride! It’s about Whumpee experiencing fear for the first time in years, suddenly feeling so weak and vulnerable after being powerful for so long. It’s about the shame whenever they need help, whenever Caretaker looks at them with worry in their eyes.

It’s about the realization that they’re not untouchable. That it could happen again, and they might not be able to save themselves.

[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?

[whump-galaxy]

Magic user Whumpees being restrained by where they’re most powerful. Eyes being blindfolded to prevent mind control. Hands engulfed with silver plating to prevent spells. Metal muzzles that will burn the whumpee’s face should they try to breathe fire.

[hywenhei]

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."

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!!

[whumpeewhumpwhump]

(AI-less) Whumptober Day 10: Collar

(Hello hello! Here's another shorter one. Had a time trying to figure what this one would be about, but we finally got there. Hope you enjoy!)

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Prompt 10: Branding/Scarring/Collar

When Whumper brought out the collar, Whumpee knew something was wrong with it. They kneeled on the ground in front of Whumper, eye swollen shut, lip cracked, and hands bound behind their back. If their hands were free, they’d be able to cast a spell, but it was obvious that Whumper had dealt with magic users before. But they had other tricks up their sleeve. Not every spell needed gestures.

They just needed to make sure the two insanely buff goons flanking Whumpee wouldn't beat them to a plup first.

Whumper held up the collar and admired it in the waning sunlight. The ruins they were in cast long, ominous shadows that almost reached towards the artifact in Whumper’s hands. 

“This,” Whumper said, almost caressing the object, “Is one of my favorites. I don’t like bringing it out for just anyone who happens to know some magic. I save it only for those I think will pose a bit of a challenge.” Whumper leveled a look at Whumpee that made the air freeze in their lungs. “Considering you took out five of my guard before they were able to subdue you, I think using this is justified.”

Whumpee leaned back as Whumper approached them, but they were caught by Whumper’s goons and held still. Whumper unclasped the artifact and Whumpee suddenly knew what it was. Runes were carved into it, old and worn, but Whumpee knew what they were meant to do. He had heard of artifacts like this before. They never thought someone would make it into a collar. They strained their neck away form it, only for one of the goons to grab the back of their head with a meaty fist and hold them still. Almost gently, Whumper secured the collar around Whumpee’s neck, closing it with a satisfying click.

The effects were immediate. As soon as the clasp was shut, it felt like all of the air was sucked out of Whumpee’s lungs. They pitched forward as all of their strength left them—it was only thanks to the goons that they didn’t land on their face. Instead they sat slumped, their upper arms being held, preventing them from falling.

It wasn’t like Whumpee would notice either way. The world around them melted away. Their very essence was almost being torn away from them. Magic, a presence they had known their entire life, was suddenly gone. The magical weave that kept all things together, that ran through magical beings was suddenly blocked by the heavy, lead collar around their neck.

They gasped as the first round of pain settled in. They tried to curl in on themself, but the goons held their arms tight. Pain, blinding, unimaginable light their body up. Every atom in their body was being unbuilt then rebuilt. For a moment, Whumpee heard screaming and wondered if someone else were being tortured as well before they realized it was coming from them.

Whumpee's vision was back, though they hadn't realized their vision was gone in the first place. Whumper’s feet dominated their view. No longer did the goons keep them suspended, instead they lay curled up on the floor. Whumpee managed to look up at their tormentor despite the blackness that danced in their vision.

"Please," Whumpee choked out, "Stop this,"

Whumpee ignored them.

“Sorcerers are a difficult prey, I must say. Not like other magic users," Whumper said, checking their nails, "The others learn it, or have a physical item that ties them to it. Your kind are born with it. You yourself are pure magic, already. No need to learn. No need for an item. Your knowledge is inate. You are the item. For others I could just tie their hands or gag them and they wouldn’t be able to do anything. With you, though,” Whumper paused, drinking in the sight below them. “With you… It’s best I be cautious,”

Whumpee wheezed as if the collar were squeezing around their throat. They tried to shoot a glare at Whumper, but it didn’t work. They couldn’t muster the energy. All they could do was tremble as the pain of being torn apart wracked through them. Their breathing grew heavy as pained groans replaced their screams.

Whumper frowned before rolling their eyes, “It’s a shame though. I like some fight in my prey before the end. Who knows. Maybe I’ll set you free before we meet our destination. I’d love to test out some of the other toys in my arsenal.”

Whumpee should have felt fear. They should have felt dread as the goons lifted them from their kneeling position and dragged them towards a steel cage on the back of a wagon. They shold have yelled and fought as the cage was opened and they were thrown bodily in. But they couldn’t. All they could do was mourn the magic—the life—that was slowly being taken away from them.