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Febuwhump 2k25 - Day 10 - Magic Exhaustion

without-a-cure suddenly acting up

[dying-crying-pining]

ok, hear me out:

the character who’s spent the entire book/novel/show trying to master their magical powers—they finally tap into that full potential. bonus points if it’s brought on by a moment of major distress. maybe they’ve been kidnapped, they’re outnumbered, someone they love is in danger. they go batshit crazy. absolutely annihilate their enemies

THEN they try to stagger/stumble away, but their legs go out from under them and they collapse to all fours.

are they coughing blood?

do their arms shake violently with just the effort of holding them up?

they manage to drag themselves up off the ground, get moving again, but the next time they go down, they’re down for good. eyes rolling back, face going slack, bonus points if they bounce off something on the way down. they crumple into a heap and don’t get up again.

chef’s kiss

[serickswrites]

Exhaustion

Warnings: magical exhaustion, blood, unconsciousness

"Whumpee, we need more. Give us more!" Teammate One shouted back at them.

Whumpee was so exhausted. They barely registered Teammate One's words. Though they were a siphon, essentially they were a magical battery for the rest of the team. They had near limitless energy. But even they would reach a limit after a long battle.

"Whumpee's exhausted, are you sure?" Caretaker called up to Teammate One.

"Yes! The shields are failing. We need just one last push. You can do it, Whumpee!"

"Whumpee, are you sure you can do this?" Caretaker asked gently.

Whumpee nodded slowly. They were having difficult time focusing. Talking required too much energy. With a sigh, they drew on the final dregs of their energy, siphoning them into the team's weapons. One final push.

"Thank you, Whumpee!" A chorus of voices called.

Whumpee barely heard them. They felt the blood dripping from their nose as their vision went dark and they pitched forward. They could only hope that Caretaker wouldn't let their head smack on the ground. They had exhausted their magical resources.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker's voice sounded so distant. But Whumpee didn't have the energy to respond as they sank into the quiet dark.

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@pepeniascat

[peppermintperoxide]

Exhaustion in whump? Yeah pretty nice I’ll go for it.

Magical exhaustion in whump? Yes please and thank you absolutely I’ll take ten of them right now.

[mischefous]

I had seen your "I have no mouth and I must scream" comic and thought it was fantastic. And then someone reblogged one of your recent whump requests, and it was amazing. And then I just started scrolling through your blog, and I love it.

If you're still taking requests, I would love some Legend whump! Magical exhaustion maybe, or if you're feeling it, stuck halfway in and out of his painting transformation

awwweee thank you @pokegeek151!

I went with Magical exhaustion hehe. I had the idea to give him a lil bit of a nosebleed. just like what happens to Eleven in 'Stranger Things'

and ohmahgosh that 'stuck halfway in/out of his painting form' is SUCH a good idea!!! unfortunately i have no idea how I would have drawn that XD. was almost imagining like- his top half is just hanging there stuck in the wall and the poor guy just fell asleep XD

anywaysss, i hope you enjoy!💙

CW! nosebleed

also yes I'm aware his bracelet isn't there. I tried to draw it on there but it just looked awkward

[geode-crystal]

Not just Magical Exhaustion or that amazing Magic Euphoria post but a Secret Third Thing

So much pent up magic inside Whumpee that they just have to let it out or they'll combust. Maybe literally.

[whump-galaxy]

The whumpee trying so hard to fight off something mentally, either exhaustion, brainwashing, some kind of drug to enhance or prohibit their powers, etc. They know they can’t fight it off forever, so they warn their caretaker(s) to leave them.

[sickfictropes]

dialogue starter request: Mage whumpee with magic exhaustion, needing to lean on a teammate as she keeps up the shield spell

oooh interesting! i don't write or read fantasy so let's see if i can say something not stupid!

"I've got you, just hold on to me."

"Just a little longer, I promise. You can do it."

"We're almost there. I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about a thing. I've got you."

"I won't let you fall," she says as she is literally the only thing keeping her from hitting the ground, sliding her arms under whumpee's arms to prop her up :)

anyway those are kind of generic so i'm sorry i didn't do a very good job lmao

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Magic Whumpee needing to perform a huge spell for whatever reason and it requiring a significant amount of life force. It starts to take a toll on them, starting to sway and lose their balance — yet never stopping.

Caretaker sees them continuously becoming more and more unstable. As Whumpee stumbles backwards, Caretaker reaches out to steady them, placing a hand on their shoulder and one on their arm.

Even as blood slips from their nose, Whumpee continues the spell, but nods their thanks and reassurance to their worried Caretaker.

[kabie-whump]

‪‪♡‬ Febuwhump 2025 Day 6: Forced to Stay Awake ‪‪♡‬

Or: Mage whumpee forced to stay awake to keep up a magic barrier so all of their friends don't die a horrible death.

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“Stay with me, Whumpee. You have to keep going.”

Whumpee’s whole body trembles, their hands outstretched over a glowing circle of runes, fingers twitching as golden light pulses from their palms. Their vision swims, their limbs feel like stone, and their thoughts are slow, sluggish things. How many hours has it even been?

Too many. 

“I-I can’t,” they choke out, their words slow and slurred. The magic is icy cold inside their chest, sapping every ounce of energy they can muster. Their head lolls forward, and it’s only thanks to a strong pair of hands that they manage to stay in their kneeling position instead of slumping to the floor.

“You have to,” Caretaker says, their voice firm. “No pressure, Whumpee, but we all die if you let go of this barrier.”

Whumpee forces their eyes open. A shimmering golden dome surrounds their little group, and on the other side they can see shadowy figures clawing at its surface, dark tendrils slamming against it with enough force to shake the ground beneath them.

Caretaker’s right. If they fall asleep, everyone dies.

But they’re so, so tired.

A shudder wracks their body. They’re running on sheer force of will now. Everything else was burned out hours ago. It’s not enough. It was never going to be enough. They’re just one mage, and not even a particularly powerful one, and they don’t even know for sure that help is on the way.

Whumpee sobs, shaking their head. They don’t want to be the reason no one makes it home. But they just can’t keep this up.

Caretaker puts a firm hand on their shoulder. “Whumpee. Breathe.”

They suck in a gasping breath.

“Good. Again. Just focus on breathing.”

Another breath. Their head swims. They can’t even see straight anymore. The runes flicker.

“Come on! Stay awake!”

Whumpee barely hears them. Their thoughts have dissolved into static. 

Sleep. Just a few minutes of rest-

A sharp pain jolts them back. Caretaker had pinched the delicate skin of their wrist hard, leaving a little purple mark. 

“Focus!” Caretaker’s voice wavers - maybe fear, maybe guilt. “Just a little longer!”

“I… I can’t! Stop it!”

“You can sleep as much as you want when this is over, I promise. But for now you’re staying awake, even if I have to force you.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

@febuwhump

[serickswrites]

Exhaustion

Warnings: captivity, rescue, magical exhaustion, blood, unconsciousness

"Huh," Whumpee sighed as they watched Whumper crumple in a heap. Whumpee didn't move as they watched Whumper remain in the heap. They were fairly certain Whumper wasn't going to get up. Whumper had underestimated their magical abilities and had paid the cost.

Though Whumpee was very tired.

"Gotta get Caretaker," Whumpee mumbled to themself as they stumbled away. Whumper had bragged about chaining Caretaker to a wall in the dungeon. They just had to get down there, get Caretaker out, and go home. Then they could rest.

Whumpee nearly fell down the stairs to the dungeon twice. Each time they shook their head and kept going. They had to be careful. Caretaker was counting on them.

"Caretaker?" Whumpee called weakly as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

"In here, Whumpee, I'm in here!"

Whumpee stumbled toward the sound of Caretaker's voice. They were nearly there. Caretaker was safe. They could go home soon. "There you are," Whumpee mumbled as they rounded the corner and saw Caretaker chained to the corner wall.

"Whumpee, are you ok? You're face is pale." Caretaker strained to the end of the chain.

"'m fine," Whumpee said softly as they gathered their magic once more. It sparked feebly deep within. They just needed one more blast of energy, then they could rest. They coaxed the spark until it grew and grew before they loosed the spark at the cuffs.

"Thank you," Caretaker said as the cuffs snapped off their wrists. "Are you sure you're ok?"

Whumpee nodded and started to turn slowly to the stairs again. It was going to be tough to climb them again, but they could. They could for Caretaker. And then they could go home. Then they could rest. "Are you ok?"

"Fine, Whumper didn't even touch me. Probably because you arrived to quickly for them to decide what to do with me."

"That'ssss ggggoooodddd," Whumpee muttered as they sank to their knees.

"Whumpee! What's wrong! Oh no!" Caretaker shouted as Whumpee fell forward, their head bouncing off the stone step with a loud bang. Whumpee didn't groan or make an effort to move.

"Whumpee, Whumpee, please, wake up. Say something! You have to wake up, please, Whumpee!" Caretaker begged as they pulled Whumpee into their lap.

Whumpee flopped bonelessly in their arms as Caretaker flipped them over. Blood trickled from their nose and the corner of their mouth. Their eyes were closed and their features were slack as Caretaker shook them. But no matter how much Caretaker begged them, Whumpee did not wake.

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[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Febuwhump Day 10: Magic Exhaustion

Leo’s spiritual essence is drained when he has to wield a mystic weapon that is not his own.

[whumperofworlds]

A Whumpee protects Caretaker from a threat by using all of their magic at once. All of them powerful. When the threat is gone, Whumpee collapses in Caretaker's arms, much to Caretaker's shock and worry.

Whumpee has been out for a few days, and when they wake up, they see Caretaker, asleep in the chair next to Whumpee's bed, holding their hand.

[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.

[oros-ash3s]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⋆ Febuwhump 2025 ⋆˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊

Day 10 || “Magic Exhaustion”

As soon as the portal snapped shut, the boy collapsed. 

He was the last of the survivors to come through, the portal flickering dangerously as he stumbled into the diner, exhaustion and adrenaline clinging to his stocky figure. The stench of blood, grease, and hamburger meat hung in the air, nauseating to the new arrivals. Without the portal for illumination, the room was much darker and unsettling, casting a gloomy shadow over the other teenagers.

A fitting mood, for what they had just escaped from.

The rest of the group was scattered about, shaky and numb as their last connection to the outside world, to Diantha Rose as they knew it, shut off with a blink. Most didn’t pay the final boy’s appearance much attention, too busy as they scrambled to tend to the wounded. But one member in particular was hysterical, leaping to her feet and sprinting to his side. 

“Felix!”

Reagan let out a guttural scream as her brother reappeared, his legs buckling from underneath him almost instantly. She was just quick enough to scoop him into her arms as he crumpled, shivering and cold, the last of his strength sapped from his bones. 

“Felix- Felix, oh my- oh my god.” 

He was wheezing, breaths brittle and weak, barely making it past his lips. His face was scratched and bruised, something she hadn’t been able to notice while in the chaos of the school, running around desperately for an exit. Blood trickled down one of his temples, crimson smearing against his skin. His eyes fluttered, struggling against the waves of exhaustion that had begun to roll over him, the effort of the night finally hitting him. 

He was out before she even had the chance to say another word. 

masterlist || next

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sorry that it’s a bit of a shorter one today!! I feel really fatigued and sick and I have tons of homework I need to get to 💀💀 Hopefully the quality picks up again soon ^^

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[kabie-whump]

♡‬ Febuwhump 2025 Day 10: Magic Exhaustion ‪‪♡‬

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Whumpee barely registers the sensation of cold stone beneath them as they lay there.

Spent. Empty. Nothing left.

It doesn’t hurt, really. It had hurt, back when they still had magic to force out. But now it’s just… numb. 

They shiver. 

“Awake, are we?” Footsteps echo through the stone chamber as Whumper approaches. “Finally tired yourself out?”

Whumpee groans, rolling onto their side. The thick chains wrapped around their wrists clink together, and it’s too loud. Everything is too loud.

A boot nudges Whumpee’s ankle with distaste. “Did you really think you could escape? Did you think I would be stupid enough to lock up a mage and not magic-proof everything?”

Whumpee squeezes their eyes shut. They had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that their magic could overpower Whumper’s. That there was something they could do that Whumper hadn’t thought of. And now they’re here, utterly defeated and fresh out of power.

“I guess I should thank you for the display, though. Now I don’t have to interrogate you to figure out exactly what you’re capable of.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

@febuwhump