#optimistic whumpee

[acer-whumpstuff]

When a whumpee who’s usually always laughing and joking can’t laugh or joke at THIS.

Everyone thinks whumpee can handle any pain because they always laugh or joke through it, looking on the bright side, keeping everyone else in good moods.

Whumpee who finally experiences the horrors and can’t laugh at it. Or a team who experiences a huge loss and turns to Whumpee to make them feel better and they just have… nothing. No jokes, no hope.

Hard to tell who’s more freaked out in that moment, Whumpee, or Whumpee’s friends

[prismpanic]

Yeah, so, I made another Whump OC! He dosn't have a name yet, and I'm taking suggestions, but anyway, he's an alien from a VERY, VERY tiny planet, I mean like The size of a single mountain. Now, a while back, a MASSIVE alien race took over everywhere, and grabbed a few of each speices to study on, while enslaving the rest. This unlucky guy's planet was only just discovered. It's a really upbeat, happy place, and he's still kept a tad of optimism through the dehumanizing expirements. But...He doesn't know how much longer he can take it...

More on him later, please recomend names!

[whump-in-the-closet]

Hi! I’d love to hear more about your Whump Archetypes concept!

sorry it took me a sec to get to this one. (referencing this post right?)

hero whumpee: sun-coded/ pride of the city/self-sacrificial -> failing to protect those they love/ their torture is videotaped and broadcasted to the city/ sacrifice everything for their friends

sidekick/apprentice whumpee: unshakingly loyal/ optimistic/ eager to prove their worth -> handed over to whumper in a trade for someone more "useful"/ disillusioned by the world/ forced to undergo training that breaks them emotionally and physically, punished if they can't complete their assignments

defiant whumpee: sarcastic/ argumentative/ never goes down without a fight -> muzzled/ publicly humiliated via flogging/ forced to lick their whumper's shoes

stoic whumpee: quiet/ steady head on their shoulders/ no one can control them, only their situations -> put on display/ used as an ashtray in party environments/ when whumper finally makes them break down and sob, its game over

vampire whumpee: threatening demeanor/ proud of their capabilities/ deep-hidden fears that no one knows about -> silver blades that make them bleed/ fangs ripped out/ manhandled and dehumanized until they no longer recognize themself

[justbreakonme]

“Hey, Whumpee?”

“Yes?”

There was still a hanging empty space behind the world, left there after Caretaker had convinced them that no, they didn’t need any kind of honorific, just their name was fine if they needed it. It felt…weird…to both of them, but it was getting better.

“I don’t really know how to say this, um, but I just wanted to tell you that you’re good.” Caretaker fumbled with their words, but Whumpee was hanging off of every single one, “You’re not in trouble, um, and I’m proud of you. Really proud. There’s no reason, no catch or anything, I just saw this thing online that it can help sometimes to have a sorta reminder, I guess. Um, yeah. You’re good. You’re really good. Okay?”

Caretaker stood there, awkwardly wringing their hands. Everything they said was true, and they hoped that it reached Whumpee where it mattered, but as of right now, it seemed like Whumpee was still…processing.

His eyes were on Caretakers feet, their habitual resting place, but after a moment, he raised them to look them in the eye. He poked a weak finger at his own chest, looking almost starstruck.

“Me?”

“Yeah, yeah you.” Caretaker pointed as well, just to make sure.

“Oh,” even Caretaker could hear the lump in his throat, “…thank you.”

“It’s just the truth, you are.”

“I- No one’s ever called me that…before.” The words barely escaped, and two tears hit the floor between them.

Caretaker doesn’t know how to respond.

After all that Whumper had put him through, after how hard he had struggled and suffered in the name of “goodness”, not once had he ever reached it? Caretaker knew Whumper was awful, of course, but… this felt like a whole new level of cruelty.

“Whumpee… you’re so good. You’re so clever, and even after everything you’ve been through, you’re still kind and you still have this optimistic view of things that is simply- amazing. You’re amazing, Whumpee, so much more than good.”

Whumpees hands flew up to cover his mouth, a rough sob escaping before he could hide it. He squeezed his eyes shut, and they could tell he was holding his breath.

“It’s- It’s okay if you need to cry… It’s okay…” Caretaker gently laid a hand on his shoulder, tears coming to their eyes as well.

“I-“ he starts, but another sob shakes his shoulders, then another, and no words escape.

“Is it okay if I give you a hug?”

Whumpee nods furiously, still with his hand clamped over his mouth.

He practically folds again Caretaker, sobbing into their shoulder, as they wrap their arms around him.

[kabie-whump]

WoW Birthday Whump Day 15 !!!

Prompt: Hidden injury / Outnumbered / “I’m sorry.” Additional content: implied character death, blood

Whumpee and Caretaker crouch behind the safety of a wall, both panting and sweaty. Things have gone quiet for now, but there’s no doubt that the calm will end as soon as their attackers find them. 

“We can do this,” Caretaker gasps. They know it’s a little too optimistic when they’re so heavily outnumbered, but optimism is all they have left. Optimism and Whumpee. “We’re together.” 

“Caretaker…”

“We’ll be okay as long as we’re together.”

“Caretaker.”

Caretaker looks up at Whumpee. There’s a grave look on their face as they lean heavily against the wall. 

Something’s wrong.

“What? What is it?”

“I’m sorry.” Whumpee sounds like they’re on the verge of tears. “Caretaker… I’m so sorry.”

“Whumpee, you’re scaring me.”

Whumpee moves their hands from their stomach, revealing a mess of blood staining their palms.

Caretaker’s heart sinks. “What…”

“I didn’t want to tell you. Didn’t want to… To stress you out.”

“Well I’m fucking stressed out now!”

Whumpee flinches, and Caretaker’s face falls.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. Let me see.” They move in close, examining the wound.

It’s bad. So bad that they can’t comprehend how Whumpee managed to hide it for so long. It must be agony. “You…” Caretaker blinks back tears. “You’ll be okay, okay? We can get through this.”

Whumpee gives a weak smile. Their eyes have gone unfocused, their skin pale and clammy. “Keep saying that? Please?”

Caretaker takes their hand, openly crying now. “You’re okay,” they sob. “I’m here. You’re not alone.”

[urlocalwhumper]

whumpee is in a coma. and, actually, they are expected to wake up eventually. their body is successfully recovering from whatever put them in the coma, and the doctors say it's only a matter of time before they wake up.

and caretaker knows this. they're optimistic, the chance of whumpee being okay is far higher than the alternative. but... it still hurts them so much to see whumpee like this. so small and frail and vulnerable. and they miss them too, they miss whumpee even when they're sitting right beside them.

they know that all they have to do is wait. but god does the wait feel like torture.

alternatively: whumpee with locked-in syndrome. fully conscious and cognizant but unable to move or speak.

[jump-in-the-whump]

so give it to me. prompts for a whump who's overly optimistic but has severe ptsd and has a bit of a setback/state of regression pls? 🙏 (with their partner being the caregiver)

you asked and you shall receive. here's some prompts for you!

Whumpee’s smile is bright as ever, but Caretaker catches the slight tremble at the corners of their mouth, the distant, haunted look that flickers in their eyes before they quickly look away. They keep up their cheerful chatter, but their hands fidget and twist in their lap. Caretaker sits beside them, listening patiently, and Caretaker’s understanding smile breaks through their defenses. “It’s okay to let down your guard with me,” Caretaker whispers. Whumpee exhales slowly, finally letting the forced cheer slip away, and leans into Caretaker’s arms, grateful for a moment to just be.

Caretaker wakes up to the sound of Whumpee’s muffled whimpering, their fists clenching the blankets as they twist and turn in their sleep. They’re mumbling reassurances to themselves, as if trying to convince their own mind that things are fine. Caretaker, moving slowly and carefully, sits beside them and places a calm hand on their shoulder, murmuring words of reassurance. When Whumpee wakes up with a start, wide-eyed and gasping, Caretaker offers a gentle smile, whispering, “You’re here. You’re safe.” They stay close until Whumpee’s breathing evens out, rubbing comforting circles on their back.

Whumpee is overly enthusiastic about running errands, chatting brightly as they walk alongside Caretaker, practically skipping down the street. But the crowds and noise seem to overwhelm them more than they expected. Their chatter falters, and they start to tense, breaths coming quicker. When Caretaker notices Whumpee gripping their own arms tightly, blinking too rapidly, they gently steer them towards a quieter side street. “Let’s take a break,” Caretaker says softly. Whumpee looks up, forced optimism crumbling as they murmur, “I thought I was ready for this.” Caretaker just smiles. “You’re doing great. Let’s just breathe together.”

Whumpee insists they’re okay, smiling with a forced brightness that doesn’t quite reach their eyes. Caretaker knows the signs: Whumpee’s hands are trembling ever so slightly, and there’s a tightness in their posture, as if holding themselves together by sheer willpower. Caretaker gently asks, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Whumpee’s smile wavers for a moment, their shoulders slumping before they give in, whispering, “I don’t know.” Caretaker sits down beside them, letting them lean their head on their shoulder, and quietly reassures them that it’s okay to feel however they feel, without needing to pretend.

Whumpee is in the middle of an animated story, smiling and laughing, when something they say suddenly brings back a memory they weren’t prepared for. They fall silent, their expression going blank as they stare off, lost in the memory. Caretaker notices the change immediately and doesn’t interrupt, waiting for Whumpee to come back to the present. When Whumpee finally snaps out of it, they look at Caretaker apologetically, as if they’ve done something wrong. Their hands shake as they murmur, “I thought I was done with this.” Caretaker wraps an arm around their shoulders. “It’s okay. I’m here. We’ll get through this, together.”

Thank you for the ask, i loved writing these and i hoped you like them. <3

[sacredwrath]

Action and Echo

Here we go fellas...

In which a rebel hero gets caught and tortured by a sadistic villain. Will their team rescue them before its too late?

Oc whump, nonbinary whumpee, male whumper, torture, graphic violence, mental health issues, toxic headspaces, angst, drugs and alcohol use and abuse (not arc 1), surreal, happy ending (eventually)

The first arc is the most tame and can be read independently. Let me know if I should tag anything else, I'm bad at tags lol

Arc 1

Captivity, torture for information, defiant but breaking whumpee, vague military setting, self-worth issues, mental decline, confusion, slightly surreal

Three days

Optimist

Fight it

Permanent Damage

Bite me asshole

An invitation

Happy ending

Arc 2

PTSD, flashbacks, recovery whump, past torture, memory issues, came back wrong, hallucinations, angry caretaker (not at whumpee), polyamorous family,

Logan

Care

Are you ok?

Sunshine

Breakfast

.

.

.

Arc 3

Revenge, whumper turned whumpee, caretaker turned whumper, defiant whumpee, asshole whumpee, cptsd, suicidal ideation, self harm, suicide attempts, psychological whump, torture whump, masochism, self hatred, dark headspaces.

Blanket warning for all of arc three!!! Extreme suicidal masochism. Self-harm. Fucked up relationship to pain.

You

A little rage

Meeting the monster

Guilt

A good man

What's cookin'

Hot Stuff

A little extra suffering as a treat

Scent

.

.

Arc 4

Extras!!

[sickfictropes]

So I had this idea where there were a bunch of whumpees being tortured by the same whumper, but most of them are tortured in one way in the same room and another one (the carewhumpee) is the whumper's "favorite" and gets special torture...

When they're NOT being tortured, though, they are all in the same room & have time to bond and take care of each other. Carewhumpee seems the most well-adjusted --- she doesn't flinch away from touch as much as the others, never seems to have that many injuries, etc. So she takes on the role of the caretaker in the group, calming down the other whumpees when they're having bad days. All of them assume that carewhumpee must have it "easier" somehow (how else could she be so calm and optimistic all the time?), so they don't worry about her that much.

Eventually, they all escape. I'm fuzzy on the details about HOW they escape, who comes up with the plan, how they slip past the whumper etc etc but what really matters is that they're out and they're all safe now. They end up living in a house together (they're not used to being apart so they plan to live together indefinitely) and they're not used to being without whumper but they're coping, they're getting better

The whumpees still have a rough time adjusting. They get flashbacks, pain flare-ups from old injuries, stuff like that, but they have their family to help them out (especially carewhumpee, who always knows what to do)

One day, though, something happens. Maybe one of the whumpees says something that whumper always said to carewhumpee when they were alone, or touched her in a certain way, or something else. All they know is that she's suddenly on the floor, scooting away from them and shielding her face. Looking at them with those big, fearful eyes they've worn so many times before.

What happens next? No clue! I do get the idea that carewhumpee will probably try (through a strained smile and shaky voice) to reassure the others that she's okay but it is Not Convincing

just some nice good old fashioned caretaker-turned-whumpee angst for you :)

feel free to add on anything that springs to mind (you don't have to of course but I'd appreciate it a whole lot)

omggggggg this is such a good prompt!!

I like to think that after she backs away terrified, she needs a little help to calm down and come back to herself instead of reliving the torture. They do some grounding excursuses with one of the team members, maybe the leader. grounding exercises that they only learned because carewhumpee has guided them through it so many times.

meanwhile, the others gather all the things she usually uses to help them ground: a mint to focus on to help stay grounded because taste is a powerful sense, a cold compress for their forehead to alleviate the heat from the panic and probably the embarrassment, a stress ball or fidget toy (which she bought with her own money to soothe her teammates) or anything that might give her another sensation to focus on.

Once she's finally calm, the team tells her that it's not fair that they've all been leaning on her so heavily without taking into account that she was traumatized, too. possibly more than any of them. she's been hiding it under smiles and laughter because it's easier to act tough than to talk about it. then, they promise that they're going to help her work through this just like she's helped them.

for the rest of the night they just do something chill. they watch GBBO and snuggle under blankets and eat popcorn and candy and just generally hang out. and it helps her feel like she might actually get through this and find a new normal. <3

thank you SO much for this prompt, i simply ate it up!!

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee was an upbeat and optimistic person, so the fact that they had tried on multiple occasions to get through the whumper using words shouldn’t surprise anyone. The whumper tries their best to break this side of the whumpee, but the whumpee’s optimism seems unyielding. The whumpee does want to help the whumper, but they’re also desperately clinging on to their own hope.

[justletmereadmywhump]

Whumpee who is chipper and happy and the most enjoyable person to be around, optimistic and never letting any negative comment or horrible situation keep them down.

Until Whumper takes them, and when they come back, they just aren’t the same. Whumpee is left cold and empty, staring off like a deer in headlights constantly and almost never smiling, leaving Caretaker to wonder what the hell could’ve happened to destroy Whumpee like that.

[ironwhumper359]

Tenets of Growth: Part 9

Honor and Obey

First: The Path of Cultivation Prev: Groundwork || Next: title

CW: conditioning, kneeling, restrained, stress position, humiliation, conditioned whumper (whumper is also a whumpee, who believes they are doing the right thing), religious themes, religion used to justify torture, fantasy world.

Word count: 2,300~

Author's Notes: This chapter is a little lighter on the whump itself, and is more a way to exposit some stuff and set future scenes up, but there's a little bit of whump there too!

— — — 

After a successful replanting, Initiate Cedar has responded relatively well to his first meditation. The subject was the Vow of a Seed. Additional goals for his first day of study include the Initiate’s Code of Conduct, and I hope to introduce the First Tenet of Growth either today or tomorrow. 

Aster hesitated, her quill hovering over the page of the logbook Lady Lantana had given her. Her instructions had been to write about every aspect of Cedar’s training for the Cultivator to review, but something held her back from putting her question to paper. She had learned that she was not to show any doubt, so how would Lady Lantana react if she expressed her difficulty? 

A challenge I have encountered is my own inexperience with the– 

She paused, considering her words. 

–physical aspects of cultivation. I find myself wishing for the knowledge that Pruners have of the human body, of how much it can take before succumbing to pain or exhaustion. Still, I remain optimistic about Initiate Cedar’s progress. 

Nodding to herself, Aster set her quill down on the desk and stood. It had been perhaps two hours since she left Cedar’s cell, instructing the youth to meditate privately on the Vow of a Seed. In that time, she had taken a meal, spent some time in personal study in the Nursery’s library, and meditated on the Vow of a Cultivator. The shape of the Vow in her soul was still new and unfamiliar to her, and she knew she had many more hours of meditation ahead of her before she truly understood it. But for now, she had to put all of that from her mind. 

“When you are working directly with Initiates, your focus must be entirely on their growth,” Lady Lantana had instructed. “For as a Cultivator, their growth is your growth. You yourself become closer to Perivyta as you guide others to her.” 

Aster took a deep breath, then turned and left her room, leaving the log open on the desk. She attempted to find her way through the Nursery’s corridors on her own, but she was still so unused to navigating the Nursery without a leader. Eventually, after ten minutes of wandering, she was forced to ask for directions to the kitchen, where she procured a bowl of thin, watery porridge to bring to Cedar. Thankfully, she managed to make it from the kitchens down to the training cells without further incident, and soon found herself outside his cell door. 

She took another breath, straightened her spine, then opened the door and stepped into the room. 

Cedar was still chained so that he knelt on the floor, unable to look up, but the flinch at the sound of the door clanging shut let Aster know that he was awake and aware of her presence.

“Initiate Cedar, what is the Vow of a Seed?” she asked. 

“I am a Seed,” Cedar said immediately. “As a Seed, I am helpless. I am dependent on Perivyta for every gift of life. I owe my very breath to Her, and so I give Her thanks.” 

“And what does this vow mean?” 

“I am a Seed. As a Seed–” 

“I did not ask you to recite the vow again,” Aster interrupted. “I asked you to tell me its meaning. Or has your time of meditation been in vain?”

“No!” Cedar said quickly. “Um, it means…” he took a shaky breath. “It means that without Perivyta, we can’t survive. She gives us everything, and we…we are nothing, without her.” 

Aster nodded, though Cedar could not see the motion. 

“You are beginning to understand,” she said. “Though you have not yet fully embraced the meaning of the vow in your heart. The sooner you do so, the sooner the fullness of Perivyta’s gifts will be made known to you.” 

She sat the bowl of porridge down on her cart, then leaned forward and put her hands on the collar around Cedar’s neck. As she suspected he would, the boy flinched and tried to jerk away from her touch, but she simply gripped the leather edges tighter.

“Be still,” she commanded, and after a moment, Cedar complied, his breath coming in shaking gasps. 

He clearly expected to have his air cut off again, and for a moment, Aster considered doing so. He would need to meditate on the Vow of a Seed many more times, why not do so now? But no, this was not the right time for such an exercise. She didn’t want him fainting while trying to memorize the Initiate’s Code, he needed his strength for now. So instead of pulling the collar tight, she unclipped the chain that forced him to keep his head down. 

Cedar began to straighten, looking up at her with fear and confusion in his eyes. Aster’s heart twisted at his expression, but she did not let it show on her face. 

“Did I give you permission to move, Initiate?” she asked, and Cedar immediately bowed back down, nearly touching the floor with his forehead. 

“No,” he whispered. 

Already, he is learning to show proper deference, Aster thought to herself as she selected a longer chain from her cart. He’s a faster learner than I was. 

She attached the longer chain to his collar, then retrieved the bowl of porridge. 

“Now you may rise, Initiate Cedar.” 

Slowly, Cedar obeyed, straightening as far as the longer chain allowed. He was still on his knees, but now his back was straight, and he could lift his head to look up at her. Nodding, Aster dipped a spoon in the porridge and held it out to him. He stared at it, and she could see the conflicting emotion in his eyes. 

He had to be starving; Aster knew that this was the first meal he was being offered here in the Nursery, and Perivyta only knew how much he’d been fed at the prison they’d brought him from. But to accept the spoonful was to relinquish this final bit of control over his life. It would not come naturally to him, which was why these few early days were so crucial. Aster herself had failed to submit fully to Perivyta and the Order as a young Seed, and she had paid dearly for that failure. She would not allow Cedar to suffer the same fate. 

“You will eat this now,” she said simply. “Or you will not eat at all.” 

Cedar hesitated for a moment, then his eyes dropped to the floor and he opened his mouth. Aster bit back a smile as she fed him the first mouthful. 

A much faster learner than I was.

“This too is meditation,” she found herself saying as she spooned the porridge into his mouth. “And meditation is a gift. We rely on the Goddess for every aspect of our lives, but it is so easy to lose sight of her presence in our day to day existence. But when we walk the Path of Perivyta, we are constantly given opportunity to take notice of her gifts and give her thanks for them. Whenever we finish eating, we say ‘I give thanks to Perivyta for this gift of her bounty,’ to acknowledge our reliance on her.” 

Aster set the empty bowl on the cart behind her, and looked down at Cedar expectantly. 

“I…I give thanks to Perivyta for…this bounty.” 

“For this gift of her bounty,” Aster corrected, and Cedar repeated the words. 

“Now,” she said, clasping her hands together in front of her. “We return to your training.” 

— — — 

“You embark on the Path of Perivyta, a path that others have walked ahead of you. In order to prevent you from going astray, there is a Code that you and all Initiates must follow.” 

After his meager meal, Cedar had been forced to lower his head back into a bow while the girl swapped the longer chain she’d briefly given him back for the short one. His skin chaffed uncomfortably beneath the leather collar around his neck, and his back and knees ached from being forced to kneel for so long. 

Still, he forced himself to pay attention to Lady Aster’s words. He still wasn’t quite sure what was going on or what she wanted from him, but an “Initiate’s Code of Conduct” sounded an awful lot like “rules” to him, and he had a feeling that knowing what exactly the rules were to be in his new life would be very useful. Every time he had failed to uphold one of these standards that he hadn’t known about, he’d been met with pain and derision, which was something he’d like to avoid as much as possible going forward. 

“Understanding the guidelines of this Code is paramount to your walk with the Goddess, and thus, questions for clarification will be permitted during this lesson. Now, repeat this after me: 

“As I honor and obey Perivyta, I honor and obey her Cultivators, in my heart, in my mind, and in my actions.” 

“As I honor and obey Perivyta…” Cedar said slowly, trying to match the girl’s words exactly. “I honor and obey her Cultivators, in my heart, in my mind, and in my actions.” 

There was a pause, and when Lady Aster didn’t speak immediately, Cedar hesitantly asked, 

“What’s a Cultivator?”

“Cultivation is one of the Paths of Perivyta that one may walk when one’s time as an Initiate is over,” Lady Aster explained. “Cultivators lead the Order, and guide all its Priestesses, Priests, and Initiates.” She paused for a moment, and Cedar glanced up just enough to see her straighten her spine. “And I am your Cultivator. Now, repeat the first guideline again.”

For what Cedar could only assume was hours, Lady Aster drilled the “guidelines” into him. His head was swimming with flowery language and redundant points, but for better or worse, he could at least understand what was being asked of him with each part of the Code. 

As I honor and obey Perivyta, I honor and obey her Cultivators, in my heart, in my mind, and in my actions. 

Always follow a Cultivator’s orders. Simple enough to understand, at least.

To walk Perivyta’s Path and to study the Tenets of Growth is the truest purpose of my life, and I will not forsake these teachings.

Be a good student of all the spiritual lessons that said Cultivator kept rambling on about. 

All work done in the Nurseries and in Perivyta’s name is sacred in nature, and I will perform this work with humility and gladness. 

Apparently, he’d eventually be unchained and expected to perform manual labor, and he was to do so without any complaint.

Posture is a reflection of the spirit. All who look upon me will know the truth of my heart and the Path that I walk.  

From what he could gather, this is why he was chained on his knees with his head bowed. The “Posture of a Seed,” as Lady Aster called it, was meant to both be a constant reminder to him of his place and to show others at a glance what that place was. Eventually, he’d be expected to hold the pose without restraints, but for now, the chains were to help him “learn the posture’s shape.” 

As I heed the will of Perivyta and her Cultivators, I also heed those who have walked the Initiate’s Path before me and are rich in the Goddess’s fruit. 

Cultivators were only one kind of Priestess, and Cedar was expected to obey any Priest or Priestess who gave him an order, so long as that order did not contradict the order of a Cultivator. 

As I am not fully grown in my walk with Perivyta, I associate only with others who are on this walk with me and with those who guide me. 

“What does that mean?” Cedar asked bluntly. He’d understood the other mandates well enough, only needing minor clarification, but this last one made no sense to him. 

“You are freshly replanted, Initiate,” Lady Aster explained. “It is important that you are surrounded only by those who will help in your growth. You are not to have any contact with those who do not also walk the Goddess’s Path.” 

“So don’t talk to anyone who’s outside the Nursery,” Cedar clarified. 

“Or even those within the Nursery who do not walk the Path of Perivyta.” 

Cedar frowned. 

“Who in the Nursery isn’t on that Path?” 

Lady Aster paused, and for a moment Cedar thought she wasn’t going to answer at all. 

“Sometimes there are visitors, or those who have come seeking guidance,” she said eventually. “As a general practice, simply do not speak to anyone who does not wear the robes of the Priesthood. Is that clear?” 

“Yes, my lady,” Cedar said aloud. But inside, his thoughts were racing. 

There was something more to this rule, something that the girl was unsure how to speak about. Why was this so important that it got a special entry in the Initiate’s Code of Conduct? Don’t speak out of turn, don’t act out of turn, follow orders, memorize the rituals, all these rules he at least understood the purpose of. But this last one… 

“Initiate!” Lady Aster snapped, and Cedar realized she had spoken without him hearing. 

“Yes, my lady?” 

“I said recite for me the entire Initiate’s Code.” 

Cedar grimaced. He knew he wouldn’t remember every word perfectly, which meant more “meditation.” Taking a deep breath, he began to speak. 

“As I honor and obey Perivyta, I honor and obey her Cultivators…”

— — — 

Aster picked up her quill, and wrote a final line in her logbook. 

I also am in need of guidance on the best way to introduce the subject of the Chaff.

— — — 

Prev: Groundwork || Next: title

[flurriethefox]

Dude I gotta stop making myself fucking cry.

Back on that animatronic rant so here we are (I think this counts as robot whump?).

Cw: robot whump, isolation, abandonment, optimism that results in very strong denial, please let me know if I miss anything!

The park has been out of date for years now. 3,437 days, 3 hours, 51 minutes, and 9 seconds (counting).

Of course, that’s not gonna stop Whumpee. They just have to keep the park as well kept as possible, and eventually, people will start coming back. Everything will be back to normal, with people visiting from all over just to meet them and their friends! They’ll be able to entertain again! Just as it used to be! And they’d just had two visitors! Granted, they’d left a bit early and a bit quicker than expected, but they were still visitors!

Their programming insists that everything is fine; the crumbling of the buildings is just renovations being prepared for, the overgrown weeds in the cracks of the concrete are just to make the park feel more natural, his friends are just resting. Everything is normal, the park is just closed for a bit so the renovations can be made! That’s all!

They walk into the theater, flipping a switch, watching as the lights flicker a bit before barely turning on, casting an eerie, dim glow over the rows and rows of seats. The stage is barely illuminated, with most of the stage lights burnt out or broken, the few that are still working either flickering weakly or simply giving off a glow that really only gives the glass a tiny bit of color.

“Hey guys!” They call out, their voice glitching. They walk unsteadily towards the stage, their legs occasionally buckling a little before they manage to drag them forward.

They look up at the figures on the stage. Whumpee 2 is standing on the far end, their eyes completely dark. Their expression is still in a smile, their hand up in the air as though waving hello or goodbye.

Whumpee 3 is closer to Whumpee 2, their eyes the exact same as the latter. Their expression looks a lot softer, less proud than Whumpee 2’s. Their hands are clasped in front of them, a smile on their face, their mouth open as if they’re about to speak.

Whumpee 4 is closer to the front of the stage, almost in the middle, their arms splayed out to the sides like a ringmaster welcoming the guests of the circus. Their face looks proud, but more of a gentle kind of proud than Whumpee 2’s expression. They look content.

Whumpee 1 laughs a little. “You’re not gonna believe this, but we had visitors! Real visitors! It’s been so long, they were so excited!”

They walk forward and heave their metal frame up onto the stage. “You all would’ve loved them, I’m sure. They were two teenagers, a boy and a girl. I think they came to try and escape their parents for a little night out,” they continue with a chuckle. Even though the two visitors had been adults, Whumpee 1’s optics aren’t in the best shape; their system is outdated by a landslide, their parts are in need of repair, some in need of replacing, and their voice box has definitely seen better days. Their programming insists that they had been teenagers.

“You would’ve loved them especially, Whumpee 2,” they say optimistically, going over to their shut-down friend and wrapping an arm around their frame. “They were so nice, and they were so excited! You would’ve loved to show them the rides. Especially yours!”

The only response they got was silence, the only thing breaking the noise being the whirring and creaking of their own metallic joints.

“And Whumpee 3, they would’ve loved you! They seemed a little scared of me,” they add with a sheepish look, “but you would’ve easily been able to reassure them. You’ve always been great with kids!”

Again. Silence.

They stumble over to Whumpee 4, stepping off the stage and looking directly up at them. They pause for a moment, a bit of nostalgia hitting them. “And you would’ve been so proud of them, Whumpee 4,” they say softly. “They were just the kind of people you’d want them to be. You would’ve been honored to perform for them. They’d have loved to meet you, I’m sure.”

Nothing.

Whumpee 1 sighs, getting back up on the stage and standing beside Whumpee 4, staring out at the empty theater.

They smile a little. “Once the park’s renovations are done, it’ll be filled with people and kids, and we’ll get to perform again. Everything will go back to normal.”

“Just like it used to be.”

[staydandy]

Numbers (2023) - 넘버스: 빌딩숲의 감시자들 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Jang Ho Woo is the first high school graduate accountant to join the top accounting firm in the country. With his skills and sense of justice that ordinary accountants rarely have, he is more than a perfect employee. Han Seung Jo, the son of the Vice President of the firm, is the ace accountant who's quite the opposite of Ho Woo. These two work together with numbers to achieve their own goals. Their goals are different, but they are headed towards the same target. Will they be able to serve justice in this accounting firm? (MDL) AKA : Accounting Firm | Numbers: Observers in the Building Forest

Whumpee : Jang Ho Woo played by Kim Myung Soo (left) • Han Seung Jo played by Choi Jin Hyuk (right)

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Thriller, Mystery, Drama, Business, Bromance

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • A LOT of business jargon ... yeah, I know it's a show about accountants .. but .. ya know .. I was hoping it'd be a little more interesting. I'm always optimistic that "business" dramas will slide in some big, twisty, dramatic, whumpy, event or something, idc how cliche it is ... there were some decent, whumpy scenes, but they always were a little shy of actually being good, imo ... idk ... needless to say I skipped a lot [all] of the business talk, & I don't think I missed anything doing so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Episodes on List : 8 Total Episodes : 12

*Spoilers below*

01 : Jang Ho Woo is in a fight; hit with boards, strangled … nightmare

03 : (near end) Han Seung Jo & Ho Woo are in a car accident

04 : Seung Jo has an anxiety attack; chest pain, ear ringing, collapses, passes out … Ho Woo has a nosebleed … Seung Jo is punched

05 : Slapped … (near end) Ho Woo has a nightmare

06 : Working in a freezer, coughing

08 : (at end) In a fight, Seung Jo is blown back by an explosion

09 : … continued from previous ep. ... Ho Woo in a fight, Seung Jo is blown back by an explosion … attacked, grabs a knife blade

10 : Ho Woo slapped, fight, arrested, bruised

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[whumperfultime]

June of Doom Day 12

@juneofdoom

Prompts: "I can't stand seeing you like this." | Dehydration | Grief | Coma

Contains: Bedside vigil, whumpee in coma, hospital setting, worry/guilt, mild dehydration, environmental whump, heat whump, heatstroke, and mention of kidnapping/captivity

It's hard for Kalei to care about her own physical needs when Dace is in a coma.

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They had no way of knowing that the target was aligned with Fen. They didn’t know that his organization had spread to Ezanu or even into the neighboring solar system in the first place.

Not until Dace wound up captured.

Evidently the target was on Fen’s bad side and figured that handing over three of his rivals would mend the relationship. He only managed to grab Dace, snatching him up when he was casing the outside of the mansion they intended to rob. Kalei and Matago stayed behind onboard the ship, preparing some of their supplies for the job.

Neither of them knew much of what happened after that. Just that Dace  was being held in an outbuilding on the property when they found him – some grimy, cramped garage. He could barely speak and whatever he said was the result of delirium. He couldn’t even stand on his own, forcing Matago to do most of the heavy lifting while they brought him to the transport parked behind the building.

Kalei knew heatstroke when she saw it.

Dace passed out on the drive to the nearest hospital. That was two and a half days ago and he still hadn’t woken up. The doctors told her that he was in a coma. Any longer in captivity – in a locked building amidst the desert heat, given little to no food or water – and he might be dead.

If it weren’t for the sounds and glowing screens of the machines monitoring him and keeping him alive, Kalei might have believed he was. He looked so small amongst the wires and tubes. All the strength and energy she knew him for suddenly gone, leaving a pale and too still body behind. She hoped that strength was still in there. That he would have enough to fight his way back to the surface.

Sleeping on the Azaphia probably would have been more comfortable, but Kalei couldn’t bring herself to leave. Not after he’d been alone in that place. Not when he still hadn’t woken up. She couldn’t sleep that much anyway, just relying on brief dozes curled up in the uncomfortable hospital chair.

A quick knock at the doorway jolted her out of her latest attempt at rest. Rather than one of the many doctors and nurses who came in to check up on him, it was Matago. He’d left a couple hours earlier to check on the Azaphia – it always felt risky to leave her unattended. Even more now that an interplanetary crime lord likely knew they were on Ezanu.

“Sorry to wake you,” Matago whispered. Then he caught himself, remembering that he didn’t have to be so quiet. That Dace wasn’t just sleeping and couldn’t be woken up so easily. “Any developments while I was gone?”

Kalei shook her head. “Same as always.”

Dace’s primary doctor seemed to be optimistic despite the lack of changes. She wasn’t sure if he was being genuine or just trying to keep their spirits up, but she clung to the sliver of hope anyway. At least his condition hadn’t worsened.

Matago pulled up a chair of his own, slinging his backpack onto the floor. “Guess he could use the extra beauty sleep.”

Normally Kalei would have shot him a glare for the ill-timed joke, but she knew it was one of the things he used to cope. (Besides, Dace would probably laugh if he heard it.) Instead, she hugged her knees to her chest and stared at Dace’s unchanging expression. She could feel Matago’s gaze lingering on her.

“How are you holding up?” he finally asked.

Kalei shrugged, trying to muster up the energy to give an actual response. “Mentally feel like shit. Also physically feel like shit.”

“When was the last time you ate?”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Clearly she was not the one who should be warranting concern in this situation. “When we ate breakfast together this morning. You saw me.”

“What about the last time you drank?”

That was…admittedly harder for her to answer. “I had a few sips of tea then, too. Couldn’t finish it because the tea here is gross.”

“I meant water.”

Now she found herself avoiding looking at him altogether. “I don’t know,” she mumbled. “Sometime yesterday.”

“Oh for the love of-” Matago sighed, bending down and rustling through his bag. He retrieved a full plastic water bottle, slick with condensation after being removed from the Azaphia’s fridge, and shoved it in her direction. “I can’t stand seeing you like this. Drink, woman.”

“I’m fine.”

“You are clearly not. You are dehydrating as we speak.”

Kalei wanted to argue. To snap at him from taking the focus away from Dace, who was in actual danger, and putting it on her, the one who had just barely found him before he was too far gone to save. But the protest died in her throat…which was uncomfortably dry.

If she were being honest, she knew Matago was right. She recognized it overnight when she couldn’t sleep. Those quiet moments were when she allowed herself to cry over the situation, only last night it felt as if her body had no tears to give. Plus there were the times she got up to stretch her legs – Dace’s room in the ICU was cool, but in other parts of the hospital where she walked, the air conditioning did less to ease the desert heat. Which meant more sweat. And now that she was both awake and not spiralling over Dace’s condition, an evergrowing pain in her head finally registered.

She took the bottle without a word, too tired to argue anymore. Matago didn’t stop staring at her until she took her first sip…which turned to her chugging half the bottle once the cold water hit her tongue.

“That’s better,” said Matago, sitting back. “Just don’t drink so fast you get sick.”

Kalei managed a small smile. “You want me to hydrate or not? Make up your mind.”

“You know what I mean, you fucking smartass.”

She took another sip, feeling lighter if only for a moment.

Both of them turned their attention back to Dace…and found his eyes beginning to open.

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Whump Prompt #1080

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

Whumpee starts the series (or movie, book, game) cheerful and optimistic. But as they get traumatized over and over again they become as shell of their former self.

I’ll add:

Their recovery was going well, and even their friends suggested this show/film/game/book unknowing of how it would affect the whumpee... 

Maybe the plot is exactly what the whumper put them through.