”Don’t you feel bad?” + Whumper
hahaha. good one. got me thinkin
”How can you stand it?” + Whumpee
thank you!!!!
”I don’t want to go.” + Caretaker
great prompt. LOVE this one!!
Send me an ask including a line of dialog and a whump role. I will give you five or so responses to that dialog, from the perspective of the role.
For example, if you send, "I'll never break", and "Whumper", my responses will be:
etc. etc.
Send 'em in!
i'm not the biggest fan of "character refuses to rest because they think they're too strong to rest" but what i AM a big fan of is a character who IS trying to rest and something necessitates that they pitch in. whether it's being trailed by the enemy or a big fight that requires all hands on deck, i love watching a character who was trying to be responsible have to run themselves into the ground because they have no other choice.
So this is a silly silly idea that came to me after looking at some older posts that brought up "cottagecore whump" aka, cozy whump and h/c situations taking place in a cottage or cabin. I then got thinking about some other popular aesthetics and how to whumpify them so...this.
Cottagecore: Spoonfuls of honey-laced medicine, quilts, creaking floorboards, panicked hushed voices under the light of kerosene lanterns, no proper insulation; cold and heat alike seeping into an old cottage, a hot fire and wool blankets; a mug of tea clasped between shaking hands
Dark Academia: Storms lashing at the windows, sleepless nights, hoarding secrets that slowly eat away at the psyche, getting trapped in old buildings, reawakened old traumas, dark undereye circles, feverish nightmares, literal and metaphorical ghosts, fires started from spilled candles, old scars
Goblincore: Poisonous fungi, a healer's hut deep in the woods filled with tiny glass bottles housing unsettling contents, chased by creatures that look like familiar woodland animals but aren't, finding bones in the woods (whose are they?), getting lost in the forest late at night, having to build or scrounge for shelter before it gets dark
Light Academia: Waking up in an unfamiliar bed; cold winter light spilling in from the half open window, recovering with quiet but kindly strangers, blood spilled on white marble floors, exhaustedly finding a mostly hidden nook in the library to sleep in, weak tea and bitter medicine, windows rattling ominously late at night
Whimsigoth: Sinister potions from masked figures who claim to know what they're doing, eerie hallucinations, possession, vampire bites and werewolf claws, a murder of crows watching over someone's fitful sleep, hypnosis, breaking curses
Cyberpunk: Hurt and bleeding in a dark and rainy alleyway, running from secretive forces all on your own, unlicensed medical procedures, nowhere to hide, narrowly escaped assassination attempts, bloody hands and knees, numbers counting down to the day you die
royal whump scenario where a servant witnesses the heir to the throne makes a mistake in their training—they flinch away during sparring. They dare to raise a hand to protect their face.
The heir, without waiting for their trainer to speak, drops to their knees and pulls their shirt off over their head. Their bottom lip trembles. They don’t beg they don’t speak they merely bow their head with the full crushing knowledge that mistakes cannot be made. Their back is already scarred with winding lines that crisscross their skin. And their trainer lifts a short-handled whip, “I really thought you would have learned courage by now.”
The servant presses back into the corner, a hand clasped over their mouth, horror burning like a newborn flame. They make brief eye contact with the heir and see fear— raw and pleading. The heir‘s gaze darts away almost instantly, faster than a moth in flight, as the whip cracks down
"I think I'm okay" before finding out they're very very wrong. is that anything?
I freaking LOVE when a caretaker is scary but like not towards whumpee, maybe they had a pretty dark past or just have a resting bitch face; or whumpee and caretaker are simply members of the villain team so everybody is pretty afraid of them. Well, catch is, caretaker is actually quite friendly with people they know and like, but WILL be aggressive whenever whumpee is involved like
Cue whumpee behind them
"Excuse me they asked for no pickles."
give me whumpees with scars they can't hide. Not by a scarf, long sleeves, or even a mask. Give me whumpees whose hair has gone white with stress, give me whumpees whose hands shake and are always unsteady, give me whumpees with amputated limbs and scars that split their features. Uncomfortable scars. They aren't aesthetic they aren't pretty they just are. And then let them deal with hushed "oh god"s and the stares and the whispered conversations behind their backs. Let the recovery break them in ways not even the torture could.
love a fictional character who will scowl and tell people “I’m not sick” “I’m not hungry” “I didn’t get injured”
meanwhile he has an extremely high fever, he ate some soup last week, and the blood is soaking through his jacket
characters who can't go to the hospital because they're on the run from the law my beloved
i love you "situations that necessitate that injured or ill characters push through until they collapse because they have no alternative and people are counting on them"
amnesiac characters my beloved. sudden gaps in your memories. running through the moments before and after the blanks in your mind over and over and over and over as if it'll help you remember. the frustration setting in when you can't. the trigger of some slight shadow of memory and the headache surfacing as you pursue it; the tantalizing cat&mouse game of almost-there-almost-gone with your own past; the migraines, nosebleeds and little hitched breaths; the dam breaks and you are swept away in a waterfall of who you were.
a very specific involuntary whump pose: chest out, head tilted back, a gasp of breath and eyes open wide in pain, elbows back and hands level spread out in shock, whether it be from a blade sprouting from the middle of their ribs or a yank on the chains around their neck.
feeling like you got shot in the head but there's no bullet, just an absent, aching hole where the energy sank in and tore your mind open.
constant blinding migraine from the moment the spell hit. every time you blink it's white and searing pain.
it rubbed your brain raw and everything's too bright, too loud, silence is soothing like cold water through a burned throat.
you've never been so dizzy. it's like someone took a hand held mixer to your everything and now you're seeing in triples and quadruples, and a step forward leaves you on the floor, tasting the tile.
when it starts, you're pushed out of your head into a numbed place, and when you slot back into reality it's like waking up the morning after, like your whole skull is one big bruise and it's swollen and it doesn't fit your thoughts anymore.
