#relieved whumpee

[whumpdaydreamerx]

Caretaker or team member immediately hugging and latching onto Whumpee once they’ve been rescued or returned home.

Whumpee groaning or hissing at the pain from contact. Caretaker apologizing profusely, hurrying to let go. But Whumpee doesn’t budge, just holds on tighter. Tucking their face into Caretaker’s neck, reminded of the reason they endured their torture.

[whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot]

Doctor whumpee, too injured/sick to deal with it themselves and so they have to tell Whumper/Caretaker what to do

There's so much potential to this! Just look

What exactly is preventing them from dealing with the wound/whatever?

their hands are shaking too much(love this one)/they have a bad fever and are delirious/don't have the strength to move an inch/or more

Then we have what the treatment is?

Cleaning, disinfecting, bandaging are the basics, how about an injection(go old timey and you can do morphine for painkillers), or full on surgery if you want intense scenarios(just think about it!! Whumpee has to be up and giving instructions for the entire ordeal I don't know how but make it happen if you want), holding broken bones in place, putting in dislocated limbs, stopping the bleeding with their own clothes, these are like just off the back of my head

If you go with bad fever and delirious you can say the Caretaker(or Whumper) realizes halfway through following instructions that Whumpee's instructions are wrong and will put Whumpee in more harm

Then we get what the reaction is

Perhaps Whumpee can't help but laugh at the bad job they're doing, even in this awful situation, and Caretaker laughs weakly along

or screams for them to do it quick, then maybe apologizes later

or completely disoriented in pain, tapping ground with finger furiously, groaning, repeating instructions quietly

Just come on this is so good

[spookyboywhump]

Thinking about a caretaker who kind of just got thrown into the role and knows they aren’t the perfect person for it but they’re trying anyway. They want whumpee to understand they have a right to make their own decisions and voice their own opinions but for the most part whumpee has just been doing what they ask them to without question and it bothers them immensely but has yet to change no matter how many times they try to explain they don’t have to obey them. Until one day they ask the whumpee to do smth simple, grab smth from the next room or if they’re okay with waiting an extra hour for dinner or just smth like that and whumpee says “no”. And at first they’re like what. What did you say to me? Which freaks whumpee out and they get nervous but they tell them again, they said no. And caretaker is fucking THRILLED. Whumpee repeats themself and caretaker is like “oh FUCK YEAH. I’m so proud of you. Do that whenever you want. Fantastic job.”

[galaxywhump]

What about the hostage for Macguffin trope? Whumper kidnapping Whumpee and holds them hostage in order to force Caretaker/the team to give up an important item that's needed to save the world, stop Whumper, etc.

I love the trope so much 😆

-- @whumperofworlds

YES I love it! I especially like it in hero/villain universe with the whumpee being a hero who "knew what they were signing up for". They're terrified, but they know this is for the greater good. Caretaker/the team know that too, and this should be an easy decision to make because of that, but they find themselves caring about Whumpee a bit too much, which might just end up ruining everything.

[elisabethrosewrites]

Whumpee goes on an absolute tear of destruction. They wipe out most of the enemies remaining forces and a little over half of their own before the general finally orders his second in command to retrieve Caretaker.

The Second is breathless, sweating and panting when he reaches Caretaker. He rambles the situation to Caretaker, fumbling all the while with the keys to the containment. Caretaker was already on their feet when they heard Second coming but now they are practically yelling at Second to get a grip and get them out of there.

The moment the containment is open Caretaker is sprinting towards the exit, praying to whatever gods exist that they will make it in time. When they reach the battle field, they see the General standing at the edge of decimated land. There's a roar of flames and screams from the battle. And at the center of it is Whumpee.

Caretaker spares no time on the General. They rush past him without a second thought. Their mind reeling as they ran. No real plan in their head but to stop their Whumpee from fully tumbling over that edge of insanity.

Whumpee is laughing in almost childish glee at the destruction around him. His power is crackling on the air. Sparks dance at his fingertips. His eyes are very far away and Caretaker briefly wonders what Whumpee is seeing, they've never asked before where his mind goes when it gets this bad. They do the only thing they can think of, they have to break Whumpee's concentration. They scoop up an abandoned sword, their stomach churning with guilt as they charge forward. Whumpee doesn't see them until it's too late. Caretaker buries the hilt in Whumpee's leg. His laughter is swallowed by a sudden scream.

With barely a thought, Caretaker envelops Whumpee in their arms. Pleading softly in his ear, begging him to come back to himself. Pain sparks along their back as Whumpee returns the embrace. At first, Whumpee's power tries to throw Caretaker off, but slowly, all too slowly, he seems to recognize who is holding him. He sags into Caretaker's hold and exhaustion, pain, and near madness drag him into unconsciousness.

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.

[pixelatedraindrops]

I just had a whump scenario pop in my head.

A Whumpee so badly impaired by a high burning temperature that drinking water from a cup is too hard for them. They can’t sit up, they can’t move, it hurts too much. Caretaker is at a loss of what to do. They were sweating too much from the fever. They needed some hydration somehow. And they had no straws on hand.

As they take a damp washcloth and brush whumpee’s sweaty forehead, it hits them. There’s water on this towel. They get a new fresh washcloth and dampen it with fresh cold water from a water bottle and place it to whumpee’s lips. Whumpee is confused and dazed, to which caretaker says

“Try to bite the towel and drink the water from it.”

Whumpee opens their mouth and bites down, and starts suckling the cold wet towel. They almost looked like a baby animal suckling milk from their mother or from a bottle. Caretaker was relieved that whumpee was finally hydrating properly in a way that they could with what little strength they had.

[defire]

Whumpee that's just stress reliever

Inspired by this post

Content: restraints, beatings, punishments, prisoner of war

Whumpee is already on the floor. Whumper kicks them over and over with every word, said through their teeth in pure rage

Whumpee tied up as whumper lays down on the bed next to them and starts rubbing over their whole body, maybe using them as a body pillow, telling them about their stressful day

Whumper goads whumpee into talking back so they can feel justified taking them down to the punishment room

Whumpee that is used to this and is SO good at being submissive. Until their self-esteem is so shattered they barely look whumper in the eyes.

Whumpee is the "favorite" prisoner of war to whump. Their reactions are the bravest out of anyone there, and the soldiers often drag whumpee off to a different cell to "take care of them" together

Other POW's trying to get special treatment and hating whumpee for getting treated "better". And whumpee can't bring themselves to tell them others what's ACTUALLY happening.

[cassieloveswhump]

Blindfold your whumpees.

Tie their hands together over their head, and put those bindings onto a hook dangling from the roof so that their hands are secured above their head and they can't move away, then blindfold them. Leave them there until they're so tired they'd fall asleep if they could, then beat them up. Punch them in the stomach, and watch them be unable to curl up to protect themself, or use a crowbar if you want more force. Watch them work themself into a panic trying to anticipate and brace for the next blow, then strike at where they're most vulnerable. Rinse and repeat until satisfied.

Bonus marks if whumpee's arms are secured in a way that forces them to stand on their tiptoes in order to relieve the weight pulling on their shoulders, and with every blow they take they lose their balance and have to frantically resume their tiptoe position before their shoulder gets dislocated.

[holidayinhell]

Whumpee’s breaths came in shallow, rapid gasps. 

Whumper watched his lips transition from blue to purple, finally fading to an ashen pink. His pale skin bore a faint flush, and his ragged breaths leveled out.

Finally, Whumpee let out a series of sharp, painful coughs.

He was alive. 

Somehow, Whumper had actually managed to save him.  

He studied the man in his lap with wonder, watching as his chest rose and fell shallowly. He was grateful. He let out a grand exhale, relieved. Against all odds, Whumpee had actually survived.

“Easy.” Whumper murmured, pushing a strand of damp, dark hair from Whumpee’s eyes.

Blinking through the blur, Whumpee’s mind began shifting into focus. 

His ears rang with a deafening pitch and his head throbbed with the most painful headache he’d ever had. His throat burned like hellfire, but at least he could breathe sweet, sweet air. Never in his life had he felt so cold, so weak-- so close to death, to nothingness.

The chill seeped deep into his water-soaked bones. Everything hurt. It felt like he was frozen solid, every nerve ending screaming from the biting chill, except for the small spot of warmth radiating from his back.

For one sacred moment, he sank deeper into the warmth underneath him. He almost managed to relax. But when he realized he was lying in Whumper’s lap, his eyes snapped open.

“You. Y-You tried to kill me.” 

His words were frayed, but the accusation sliced through the room.

Whumper removed his hand from Whumpee’s damp hair, frowning.

“Shut up, Whumpee.”

After all of this, not one ounce of gratitude.

He shoved Whumpee off his lap, dropping him onto the freezing porcelain floor.

Whumpee’s cheek pressed against the slick, frigid tiles of the bathroom floor. His slender body shivered in the icy puddle of water that had collected beneath him. 

"I-I'm-mm sorry..." Whumpee's voice trembled, barely above a whisper. He imagined the tall man yanking him up by the hair and dragging him back over to the tub, finishing what he'd started.

Whumper turned and rose to his feet, leaning against the granite countertop. He let out an irritated sigh.

"Please, d-don't... don’t do it again."

“Don’t give me a reason to.” The tall man said over his shoulder.

In the mirror, Whumper’s eyes traced over Whumpee’s naked body. He’d never seen someone so fragile, so vulnerable. Whumpee was sprawled across the cold tile like a ragdoll, shivering and too exhausted to move. He was so pale and thin. 

Whumper watched with fascination as Whumpee attempted to push himself up. But just before he managed to sit up, his arms wobbled as he lost his grip, sending his elbows crashing back into the ground with a dull thud. 

A smile flashed across Whumper’s face. It reminded him of a newborn horse trying to walk for the first time, clumsily wobbling until it tumbles in the mud.

He wanted to laugh at the pathetic attempt, but thought better of it.

“For what it’s worth, Whumpee,” The tall man said to Whumpee's reflection in the mirror. “I forgive you.”

Shivering, he crumbled in on himself, curling into a fetal position. Tears welled in his eyes. Whumpee couldn’t even remember what he’d done to deserve this in the first place.

“Why did you... you were gonna k-kill me. You tried, y-you were gonna kill me...”

Whumper sighed again, trying to swallow the irritation buzzing in his brain. Each second he spent in the wreckage of the dripping bathroom only made his impatience grow.

“Stop. You're alive!” he said, attempting a light-hearted tone. The forced cheer in his voice was a poor mask for his growing agitation.

“Now come on. Sit up.”

Whumpee braced himself, palms trembling as they pressed against the slick floor again, struggling to find his grip.

He actually managed to sit up this time, but the effort sent his head spinning. He drew his legs into his chest for warmth, deliberately avoiding Whumper’s chilling gaze.

“Good, see? You're better already. Are you cold?” 

It was a dumb, painfully obvious question. Whumpee nodded.

“Ah well, sorry, Whumps. I’d let you take a bath… but, I uh, kinda think you’d hate that right now.”

Whumper collected a half-soaked towel hanging from a silver rack before flinging it over the crook of his arm, taking a step towards Whumpee.

“I'll admit, I was a little hard on you. Things just got a little out of hand. But I wasn’t trying to kill you, okay?”

Whumpee’s eyes were locked on the water pooled on the bathroom floor, his mind distant.

“Okay?” Whumper repeated more harshly, demanding an answer.

Whumpee nodded frantically. He didn't believe it.

Whumper's words were hollow. Empty. When he’d held Whumpee’s head under the water, he wasn’t trying to teach Whumpee some fucking lesson. And when the water closed in around him, seeping into his nose and throat, no, that wasn’t a punishment. It was a death sentence.

Whumper stood squarely in front of him, leaning forward. "Here."

The damp towel fell over Whumpee’s head limply, doing nothing to warm his frozen body. 

“Hey.” Whumper said in a callused, hushed voice. “Hey. Look at me, Whumpee.” 

"Don't worry." He clutched Whumpee’s chin, forcing his tired eyes to meet his intense gaze.

“If I wanted you dead, you’d be fucking dead.”

----

this is a part 2 to Went Too Far, but works as a standalone :~)

[whumporama]

Magical characters who have the ability to see each other in their dreams. They used to do it all the time, but as the years went on and they grew older and apart, they did it less and less.

One day Whumpee goes missing, and nobody can find them. Eventually, Caretaker reaches out through their old connection, and finds them in their dreams. Whumpee sobs and is so relieved to see Caretaker, finally some comfort.

But Whumpee can't tell Caretaker anything. They don't know where they are, they don't why this is happening or who is doing it.

So Caretaker does the only thing they can; they sit with Whumpee and comfort them. The dream fades as Whumpee starts to wake, and they realize what's happening. They panic, clinging to Caretaker and begging them to stay, to please not make them go back there.

But Caretaker can't do anything, and eventually, they wake up again.

[topsheepstudent]

Months after whumpee has been rescued, whumper anonymously sends a package full of whumpee's torture tapes on caretaker's porch.

Caretaker has a bad feeling of knowing who sent who sent those, but still decides to watch them, despite knowing they could lose whumpee's trust once again, in the middle of their recovery.

Caretaker is so captivated, terrified, and disgusted by the content of the tapes that they don’t even hear whumpee quietly entering the room and knowing exactly what is being played om the screen right away.

Maybe whumpee feels betrayed? Maybe it had taken a whole lot of courage and trust to share their trauma with caretaker, only for them to utterly shatter it?

Maybe whumpee is still very conditioned, and a part of them thinks that caretaker is enjoying those tapes? Maybe they're relieved that caretaker and whumper aren't that much different after all?

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee obediently sat off to the side of Whumper's feet while Whumper flipped through the TV channels.

"Nothing on TV today", Whumper sighed and glanced at Whumpee, "pet?"

Whumpee hurried to their knees and crawled to Whumper. They then laid their head on Whumper's lap to wait for head pats or a command.

Whumper squeezed Whumpee's cheeks lovingly, "I am so bored, you got anything to entertain me, I don't care what."

Whumpee thought for a minute and had a thought. Would it be too much they questioned. 'I can test it', Whumpee thought to themself.

They crawled toward the coffee table and eyed a cup of water Whumper was sipping on. They eyed Whumper, who was watching them curiously. They raised a shaky hand towards it.

"No bad pet", Whumper stated, but still with a smile, "no making messes."

Whumpee laid their head on the coffee table and tried their best to make puppy dog eyes. They mustered a whine.

"Thanks for trying", Whumper smiled, "do you need to go outside?"

Whumpee jumped back and crawled towards the door excitedly; ready to go relieve themself. Whumper didn't pick up on their signs earlier.... they had to go bad now.

Whumper scrolled on their phone while Whumpee wandered around the yard.

"Hmm, things every pet should know how to do", Whumper spoke to themself as they started to read a post, "maybe we can work on a new trick."

"Muzzle training", Whumper snickered to themself. They had tried to do muzzle training a few months ago, but Whumpee had no interest at all. It ended in a horrible mess, and Whumper swore never again.

Whumper looked up at Whumpee for a few moments.

"I would like to have them muzzle trained, just to say they were. I would never cover their cute face", Whumper smiled.

"Use peanut butter or whip cream...", Whumper began to read.

Whumper dug through their closet until they found Whumpee's muzzle.

They tried it on themself first.

"Yep, that should still fit comfortably", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee was playing with a toy in the living room when Whumper came in carrying the muzzle, a training clicker, and a whipped cream can.

Whumpee nervously backed away until they bumped into the wall.

"Whumpee come", Whumper sat on the ground, "come on", they sounded cheerful.

Whumpee continued to stare at Whumper nervously. They tried to back even farther into the wall. There was no other exit, Whumper had trapped them. The only way out was trying to run past them or if the wall would move.

"Whumpee, come here", Whumper said a little sterner.

Whumpee shuddered at the stern voice and slowly started to crawl toward Whumper.

"You know better than to disobey", Whumper scolded, "are you a good Whumpee or not?"

"Good Whumpee", Whumpee whispered.

"Then prove it", Whumper held up the muzzle, "I would like you to be trained with this. It's not something permanent, I just want you to be able to do it."

Whumpee looked at the muzzle questioningly.

"I just washed it as well", Whumper patted Whumpee's head, "you'll be alright. I promise I won't let anything hurt you."

Whumpee whined lowly.

"Okay go ahead and give it a sniff", Whumper held it to Whumpee's face.

Whumpee sniffed over the torture device.

*Click... click*

Whumper clicked the clicker to tell Whumpee they did good.

Whumper smiled as they offered Whumpee a treat.

"And sniff again", Whumper held up the muzzle.

Whumpee did as they were told a little quicker this time.

*Click... click*

"Good job Whumpee", Whumper grinned, "I think you'll like this next part, though it's going to be a bit messy."

Whumper sprayed a dab of whipped cream into the muzzle and held it up to Whumpee.

"Clean it up", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee cautiously leaned into the muzzle and gave a small lick before they realized what it was. They lapped the rest up in seconds.

"Muzzle yourself", Whumper made a command.

Whumpee looked up with concern. 'What?', they questioned to themself.

Whumper sprayed more whipped cream into the muzzle and held it up for Whumpee, "clean."

Whumpee quickly leaned into the muzzle and lapped up the sweet cream.

"Muzzle yourself", Whumper commanded again.

Whumpee looked up with a questioning look and cocked their head to the side.

*Click... click*

Whumpee happily received another treat.

"You're doing so good", Whumper stood, "I'll be right back... stay."

Whumper reached for the whipped cream can and sprayed a tiny bit under Whumpee's nose.

They chuckled as they watched Whumpee work to lick the cream off.

Whumper came back with a cleaned muzzle.

"I thought this would be a little messier, but you are doing so good", Whumper sat down again.

"Muzzle yourself", Whumper held up the muzzle.

Without thought, Whumpee leaned into the muzzle. They were disappointed when their was no more cream.

The muzzle suddenly tightened and was locked into place.

Whumpee quickly backed away from Whumper and started to frantically shake their head and paw at the muzzle. They rolled around the floor wildly.

Whumper watched them get their angst out, completely unbothered by Whumpee.

After a few minutes Whumpee made a tired huff and gasped for air.

"You done?", Whumper sighed, "if you come here I'll spray some whipped cream into your mouth."

Whumpee pawed at the muzzle again, before finally crawling to Whumper.

"Alright open your mouth" Whumper held up the can and stuck it into a slot and sprayed the cream into Whumpee's waiting mouth.

After a few minutes Whumper removed the muzzle and let Whumpee rub their face.

"Let's try again", Whumper held up the muzzle, "muzzle yourself."

Whumpee pawed at the clicker and whined.

"No, no clicks until you perform satisfactorily", Whumper shook their head, "muzzle yourself."

Whumpee leaned into the muzzle and shuddered as they felt it tighten and lock.

It took them everything not to try and shake it off again.

Whumper grinned as they sprayed more whipped cream into the muzzle.

Whumpee happily lapped it up again.

*Click... click*

Whumpee coveted that sound.

"Very good job Whumpee", Whumper happily removed the muzzle, "you did so good. I think you will have this down after a few more training sessions."

Whumpee happily rolled on the floor.

"Such a good Whumpee... are you my good Whumpee?", Whumper cooed.

Whumpee happily trotted to Whumper.

"Come here, such a good pet", Whumper praised as they hugged Whumpee tightly, "though you are absolutely sticky from the whipped cream."

"Let's give you one more spray before we get you cleaned up", Whumper held up the can and sprayed into Whumpee's mouth.

After giving Whumpee a bath, Whumper finally settled back on the couch.

Whumpee rested on the floor right under them.

"Let's see if there is anything good on TV now", Whumper reached for the remote, "if not, we might have to find another trick to learn.

Whumpee quietly pleaded that Whumper found something interesting to watch.

"Oh good... you're in luck Whumpee. The new season is out", Whumper chuckled, "I guess you get a break for the rest of today."

Whumpee happily rested their head on a pillow Whumper had given them earlier in the day.

'Thank goodness', Whumpee sighed in relief.

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[ashdoeswhump]

Tws: dehumanisation, conditioning, abuse, intimate whumper, pet whump, basically just all the whumpy stuff that comes with pet whump and nonhuman whumpees

Animalistic and nonhuman whumpees hit just right.

Nonhuman whumpee with claws and fangs and wings and horns and fur. Does whumper tear these off? Use them to pin whumpee down? Slide a knife along them, not hard enough to pierce, but enough to draw blood, enough to hurt? Put them on display for their friends? Does caretaker know how to look after their nonhuman traits? Are they gentle, so gentle, with them? Do these things get in caretaker's way so they keep accidentally knocking it? Does caretaker preen whumpee's wings, polish their horns, trim their claws when they're too weak to do it themselves?

Werewolf whumpee who looks perfectly human most of the time, but who are constantly punished for the one night they don't. Does whumper keep them on a chain? Treat them like a dog? Make them sleep outside and eat out of a bowl without their hands? Keep them surrounded by silver at all times? How does caretaker deal with it? Do they find a way to keep whumpee calm during full moons? Are they forced to keep whumpee locked up every month for everyone's safety, whumpee's included? Do they give whumpee a blanket and a hug and some hot chocolate afterwards?

Avian whumpee who struggles with speech but can make other noises just fine. Do they squawk when whumper hurts them? Does whumper force them to sing? Feed them nothing but seeds and nuts? Keep them locked in a hanging cage? Keep them outside but chained down so they can't fly away? Does caretaker build them a nest out of blankets and pillows? Let them out whenever they want? Encourage them to fly, only for them to fall back to the ground and hurt themself because they haven't flown in so long? Bandage and heal their battered and broken wings?

What about whumpees who aren't nonhuman, but have had their humanity stripped away?

Guard dog whumpee forced to stay outside. Does whumper make them pace around the perimeter of their property all day and night without breaks? Punish them when they pause for even a second? Only let them sleep once or twice a week because when they're asleep, the place is undefended? Does caretaker have to train this out of them because the only way to remove this conditioning is more conditioning? Do they help whumpee rest? Are they so, so relieved when whumpee goes to sleep by themself for the first time?

Lapdog whumpee who's made to cuddle with whumper. Does whumper make them sleep in their bed? Have them curl up on their lap while watching TV or reading a book? Comfort them after or during punishment? Does caretaker have to learn what sorts of touch whumpee can and can't endure? Do they have to sedate whumpee anytime they need to carry them somewhere because they're too weak to walk by themself but starts shoving any time they're touched? Is it an upwards battle, getting whumpee to associate touch with genuine care? Or is whumpee so relieved to be out, or so conditioned, that they'd do anything caretaker asks without question or complaint? How long does it take caretaker to realise this isn't them healing, but the conditioning going on?

Living weapon whumpee who isn't allowed thoughts or morals, only obedience? Does whumper force them to kill people they know during training? Keep them muzzled and hooded to hide their identity? Punish them when their face shows what they're thinking or feeling? Is caretaker afraid or horrified or disgusted of them at first? Do they have to teach whumpee that they're a person and that they're their own person? Do they have to keep weapons away from them because whumpee will think caretaker wants them to kill someone?

What noises do they make? Do they hiss or snarl when they're scared? Let out a barking yelp or a squawk when they're hurt? Whimper or whine when they're nervous? Purr when they're happy? How much of this is taught and conditioned into them, and how much is natural? Are they afraid of making human noises, or do they wish more than anything that they could speak?

There's just so many possibilities with this trope, I love it.

[snakebites-and-ink]

Conditioned whumpees being "saved" from recovery by recapture.

Their conditioning feels safe. Right. They've found a way to be comfortable in it. But now their new master, Caretaker, doesn't want it. Whumpee either has to go against the conditioning in the way Caretaker wants, or they have to go against it by disobeying. It's scary and uncomfortable. They feel like they can't win either way. They wish things could be the way they were.

And when they're once again taken by a whumper, whether their old master or someone new, they're not frightened or regretful or otherwise upset: They're relieved. Finally they can be the way they were meant to again.

[hurtfortea]

Forced Caretaker

A former whumper who doesn't want to help the whumpee, but under fear of death or punishment, they do. 

They begrudgingly attempt to relieve the whumpee of every minor ache and pain. 

They take a demanding approach originally but are forced to be softer when their attitude jars the whumpee and makes caring for them harder.

They notice when the whumpee is uncomfortable when no one else does and goes about calming them down/getting them out of the situation. 

They allow the whumpee to cling to them after an episode. 

Bonus points if the whumpee gets an attitude about it and rubs it in their face OR doesn't want their help and tries to avoid them. 

[whumpninja]

Let’s set the scene: you happen to have a whumpee in a setting where modern day medicine is unavailable. And- oh no!- they get hurt! What’s a poor, not-close-to-the-nearest-Rite-Aid whumpee to do?

Allow me to introduce you to two of my favorite plants, which are definitely not my favorite solely because they’re good for whump fun, absolutely not, no sir!

Willow bark! This handy-dandy tree trick goes back centuries as a pain reliever, and I can say personally that it does work! (I’ve tried it!) All you need to do is find a white willow tree, peel off some bark, and get chewin’! If that’s not your forte, this plant also makes a nice- and still pain-relieving- tea! Which is how I tried it. I have not tried the bark-chewy method. Yet.

Broadleaf plantain! Just like its friend willow bark, this plant works wonders for pain relief! Once again, you can chew the leaves (or just crush them real good) and then apply them directly to area of whump. But! If your whumpee has gotten a little bit crispy, you can use the entire leaf and simply slap it on the burn, no smushing needed! Will not be effective on verbal burns, unfortunately.

I was going to include more plants in this but honestly most of the other ones I found just sound like my mother trying to sell essential oils, so I’m leaving it at two. But if anyone else knows any natural help for historical hurty people, feel free to add on!