Content: Implied terminal illness.

Whumpee is well aware of how long they've got left to live. The looks they get from friends and family are not lost on them - the looks that say "is this really how you want to spend your last days on earth?"

But, Whumpee has never been an outdoorsy person. They've never sought the thrill of skydiving or getting on roller coasters, nor have they ever enjoyed parties. At least, not like their friends did.

No, Whumpee was happy at home. Surrounded by the one person who understood and accepted their decision, their two cats and all the movies they'd loved over the years, ready to play on the TV. Caretaker massages their consistently-sore joints and helps them through those moments of pure terror as the reality of their situation settles beneath their skin.

But, despite everything, they know this is what they want to do with their time. They're happy, even if that joy is accompanied by fear, too.

Content: Mouth whump, amputation, eye whump, gore, immortal whumpee.

There's something so good about immortal whumpees and the fact that their bodies can heal on their own. Limbs that can be ripped off, eyes that can be gouged out, teeth that can be pulled - repeatedly. No matter how bad the wound is, it'll just grow back. Sometimes the healing process might even hurt just as bad, but in the end it's like nothing ever happened.

Content: Recovery, PTSD/trauma.

"What on earth are you doing on the kitchen bench?" Caretaker asked curiously as they stuck their head into the kitchen to see what was making noise. There, Whumpee sat on the island with their legs crossed, grinning from ear to ear despite their clear nervousness.

"You told me I was allowed to break Whumper's rules. They never let me sit on counters, so that's what I'm doing."

Caretaker's confused frown curved up into a smile, pride no doubt evident. They took a few steps into the room and leaned against the nearest wall behind them. "Yeah? How's it feel up there?"

"Great!" they chirped. "I always used to sit like this, before. It's only a small aspect of the freedom I'm trying to reclaim, but one I'm excited to have back nonetheless."

Whumpees who are so used of always having the upper hand, finally meeting their match. After years of having no trouble protecting themselves and believing that nothing was a threat to them, being reduced to nothing.

Bonus points if Whumper isn't stronger than them. That must make Whumpee's humiliation even worse.

Content: [Implied] Monster whumpee, captivity.

Whumpees knew, without a doubt, that they could overpower Whumper. They had the physical strength. They just lacked the confidence. Every time they considered it, the horrors in their mind of what could happen sent them fleeing into submission once more, and it saddened them to know that not one person cared enough to look beyond the outer layer of them. Didn't care to understand why it was so hard. All they saw was a coward.

Whump Prompts: Self-Soothing

Content: Honestly, nothing.

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Whumpee has severe separation anxiety, which prompts caretaker/whumper to purchase a pet to keep them company while they're gone.

Content: Burns, recovery whump, self-harm, past captivity, PTSD/trauma.

The last thing Caretaker had been expecting when they gave Whumpee that steaming cup of tea was for them to down the entire thing in seconds. Trembling hands gripped onto the cup, liquid spilling out the sides and trickling down their neck as they forced themselves to keep swallowing.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker scolded, carefully taking the cup away from them again. They set it down on the coffee table behind them and knelt down by Whumpee's legs. "What the hell were you thinking?"

They received no response. Whumpee couldn't speak for a moment. Tears welled in their eyes as they held both their hands over their mouth.

Then as Caretaker became more visibly concerned, Whumpee forced themselves to answer. "Mm- I dunno why bu-ut- I thought I was- I was in captivity again. I got scared, and then you handed me a hot beverage and I just did what I thought would get me out of trouble."

They sobbed. "It hurts so much more than I remember."

Content: Starvation, dehydration, social isolation, mentioned beatings, betrayal, bad caretaker, implied captivity.

"You knew what I was going through and did nothing."

Caretaker practically fell to their knees following their confession, tears welling in their eyes as they wrapped their arms around Whumpee's legs. "I'm so sorry. I let them manipulate me into thinking it was what was best for you. I- I realise now, that it wasn't."

Their heart just about shattered when Whumpee gently pushed them away again. "But... I was beaten. I was starved and dehydrated and locked in a dark room for weeks. How could you-" They cut themself off as their voice broke. "How could you, even for a second, think that was best for me?"

Content: Alcohol, addiction, recovery, relapse, experimental whump, lab rat whumpee (kind of), non-con drugging (kind of), mentioned withdrawals, mentioned multiple whumpers.

"Have you been drinking?" Caretaker asked as they sat down their bag beside the living room couch. Much to their disappointment, Whumpee's slurred speech was enough of an answer without even having to listen to what they were saying. "Whumpee..."

"I've heard it all b'fore," they mumbled. "I don't care anym're."

Caretaker crouched down in front of them, resting a hand on their knee in an attempt to gain their attention. "Hey, we're gonna get through this, okay? It's just a little setback. That's to be expected."

"Shouldn't have t'get through it." Whumpee's voice broke as they said it. "Was doin' well. Had a job, 'n' friends 'n' family. Then- then they had to ruin it."

They knew it was wrong to ask. Whumpee had been so secretive about what they'd gone through, it was hard to pinpoint why they'd developed a lot of the behavioral habits that they had now. They clearly didn't want anyone to know, and yet Caretaker couldn't help it.

"How did they ruin it?" they asked gently. "What did they do to you?"

There was a small pause as Whumpee seemed to have an inner fight with themself over what to say. For a moment, Caretaker thought that they might refuse to answer, like they'd done so many times before. However, the words eventually started to tumble out one by one before they could stop.

"They gave me this f-fucking addiction." They held the half-empty beer bottle close to their chest, staring down at the floor beneath them. "Kept usin' me as their little lab rat. Feeding me different alchohols t'see how I reacted to it. There were three of 'em... They only wanted me gone when my withdrawals b'came too much t'handle."

Caretaker remained silent, gently stroking Whumpee's knee with their thumb as they waited for them to continue. The weight in their chest was getting heavier, the moisture in their eyes getting more noticeable. They hated the vivid images that played in their mind. It was hard to tell whether they regretted asking or not.

After a few long moments of obvious consideration, Whumpee sniffled and shakily placed the bottle down on the side table closest to them. "I can't sleep without it. I can't feel anything without it. It's- it's not that I w'nna be dependent on it, b't..."

"You don't have to keep talking about it," Caretaker whispered. "Thank you. Thank you for telling me, and I'm so, so sorry that you had to be there for so long before someone found you."

Whumpee rested their head back against the couch, shutting their eyes for a moment as a few tears fell down their cheeks. "I w'nna try again tomorrow. To- to stop, I mean."

"We can do that." Caretaker took a deep breath, as though trying to rid themself of the weight of the conversation. "I don't think you're going to remember a lot of this tomorrow, though."

They gave a sluggish head shake. "Y'can tell me all about it when I wake up."

Caretaker nodded. "I will."

Whumpees who physically can't talk because they're in so much pain vs Whumpees who can't stop talking when they're in pain.

Whump: Asphyxiation.

"You told me... you said you'd never hurt me again."

"...and you believed me?" Whumper laughed as they tightened their hold around Whumpee's neck. "That's not my fault, Whumpee."

Whump Prompts: Desperation

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Content: Implied starvation, begging, captivity, escape, wounds/injuries, betrayal.

Content: PTSD/trauma, begging, recovery.

"Can't we stay up a little longer?" Whumpee whispered as they pulled their knees to their chest. Caretaker frowned at them, though not in a disproving manner. Just concerned. "Please?"

Careful to remain within Whumpee's line of sight, they shuffled towards them and put a hand on their shoulder. "Why don't you wanna go to sleep, Whumpee? You've done this every night since you got home."

They were silent for a moment, as if contemplating their answer. After a moment, however, tears welled in their eyes. "Whumper keeps showing up in my dreams. Telling me t'come home 'n' that they love me 'n' stuff. I just want it to stop, so... I haven't been sleeping."

They sniffled. "Please? Just a little longer?"

"Sure," Caretaker agreed after a slight hesitation. "A little longer, it is."

This or That: Whump Edition

Guess who made an official This or That game for whump enjoyers:)

Rules: Drag a line over your preference. If you need to elaborate, do so in the ‘extra info’ section below! If neither are your cup of tea, you can either ignore it or make up your own system to show that it’s not applicable:)

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Content: Mentioned murder, degrading, implied captivity.

"If you think you're irreplaceable, you're wrong," Whumper informed Whumpee as they ground their head into the floor. Whumpee merely whimpered, saying nothing in return. "When you die, I'll just find another lost soul to prey on. I'll do it over and over again for as long as I'm able to. So, consider that the next time you think I won't kill you."

Content: PTSD/trauma, mentioned rape/non-con, non-con drugging, mentioned alcohol, mentioned pet regression, mentioned self harm, mentioned violence, conditioning, implied sadism, forced to hurt, forced to hurt.

Whumpees who cope with trauma by getting addicted to or continuing to explore the traumatic thing they experienced.