one of the best ways i’ve found to combat that inherent depressive pessimism without veering into toxic positivity territory is simply the phrase “i’m open to the possibility”

this particularly works with anything negative i’ve forecasted. “i woke up feeling like shit today, so my day is gonna suck” isn’t a particularly helpful thought, but “it’s a great day to be alive!!!!!” feels hollow and insincere when i have a pounding headache & am running on three hours of sleep

instead i’ll tell myself, “i really don’t feel good right now, but i’m open to the possibility that coffee and breakfast might perk me up a bit.” or “i’m in a lot of pain today, but i’m open to the possibility that my workday might still have fun parts despite that”

sometimes, when your impulse is to slam the door on anything good, but you’re not exactly up to going out & hunting it down yourself, leaving the door open just a crack makes all the difference

I bring up electric cattle prods to normal people and they're like what in fuck is that but when I speak to my fellow whumpeteers about the cattle prod they're like oh ya. the hot stick. cattle prod. love that guy

i will never ever get tired of this trope 🙏

tenderness

Love when whumpee gets severely injured, beaten within an inch of their life, trying to protect a loved one. Then when they wake up in medical care, they immediately bolt up and demand to see who they protected, as whumpee didn't know if they were safe before whumpee was knocked unconscious. Whumpee needs to be held down before they injure themselves further, but they keep struggling, repeating "I need to see them, I need to see them" over and over. Whumpee is only calmed down when someone fetches their loved one, and whumpee can finally hug them, knowing they're both safe now.

What Have You Done III

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, broken bones, body modification, unconsciousness, rescue

Caretaker hurried behind Teammate One. Teammate One had led the charge into Whumper's home with the agreement that Caretaker could immediately go release Whumpee and get them whatever help they needed. Caretaker had reluctantly agreed because, as much as they wanted to beat Whumper to a pulp, they had more first aid knowledge and Whumpee likely needed a lot of help.

Teammate Two's instructions had been clear. They hadn't led Caretaker or Teammate One astray. It was only the beginning of the penance Caretaker would ensure they did to repay Whumpee. They weren't sure they would ever forgive Teammate Two. And they certainly wouldn't let them ever be released from their prison. Whumpee could decide if they could forgive Teammate Two or not. Caretaker was hoping not.

Caretaker skidded to a halt as Teammate One stopped in front of them. Teammate One threw out their arm to keep Caretaker from careening into them. They turned to Caretaker, horror filling their gaze, as they spoke, "Hurry!"

Caretaker peered around Teammate One and their mouth went dry. Whumpee was strapped to a chair at the chest, wrists, and ankles. Their bare feet were bloodied and bruised. Their head lolled back on their neck, obscuring their face from view. Their body was bloody, clothes torn in places. What little Caretaker could see of Whumpee's face was bruised. Two of Whumpee's fingers were bent at an odd angle.

Caretaker wasted no time hurrying forward, trusting that Teammate One and the others would handle Whumper. "Whumpee!" Caretaker called, hoping to rouse Whumpee. Whumpee didn't respond, but Caretaker kept going. "I'm here. I'm sorry it took so long. Whumpee!"

But still, Whumpee didn't respond.

"Whumpee, I--OH NO!" Caretaker froze as they saw Whumpee's face.

One eye was swollen completely shut. Their nose was clearly broken. Blood had dried around their lips. Caretaker realized with dawning horror that Whumper had sewn their mouth shut. "Please, please, please," Caretaker muttered under their breath.

They pressed their shaking fingers to the pulse in Whumpee's throat. They almost fell with relief as they felt Whumpee's thready heart beat. They wasted no time unstrapping Whumpee. "Hold on, Whumpee. Hold on!"

Caretaker scooped Whumpee's limp body up and began to run. They had to hurry. Whumpee needed help and fast.

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Found

Author's Notes: Just an idea that I've been turning over in my head for a while! My fallen angel OC Seraphina finds a demon some of you might know. It's Daero.

Content Warnings: demon whumpee, left for dead, chained up, captivity, implied beating/torture, rescue

Manhandling--especially done in silence.

Content: manhandling, humiliation, beating

Warnings: dislocated shoulder, intense pain, careless/annoyed carewhumper

Heehee here's a short scene where Shadow gets to be a grumpy, reluctant carewhumper when Thomas accidentally dislocates his shoulder during a fight. How inconvenient for Shadow to be forced to help! 😂

Poor Thomas, he never catches a break.

It was too late for Thomas to dodge the soldier rushing toward him. The soldier was making a mad dash for the exit he was standing in front of, and that was the problem: he was standing in front of it.

Thomas tried to scramble out of the way, but was a hair too slow. The soldier was too desperate to escape, and couldn't care less about the human of an object in his path. He charged right through him, accidently clipping him in the shoulder on the way out, hard enough that it sent Thomas slamming into the wall behind him.

As soon as he hit the wall, there was a sickening pop, followed by a zing of sharp pain that ran through his whole right arm, and then he suddenly couldn't move it anymore.

Thomas crumpled to the floor with a gasp as pain radiated throughout his entire arm and shoulder, quickly spreading across his chest. It was an intense, overwhelming agony that overtook him, and he gritted his teeth against it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could Shadow moving nimbly around as she took down the last few soldiers in the room, before she leaned down to pick up her dagger and sheath it again. He could only hope she'd be able to help him out of whatever he'd just gotten himself into. But it hurt... so... much...

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*Switching to Shadow POV*

Shadow heard the cry of pain, but was too busy fighting to spare the source a glance. Only when she had knocked the last man out did she look over to see Thomas twitching on the floor in pain, one shoulder sticking out at an unnatural angle.

"I… I can't move my arm!" He exclaimed, panicking. "Am I dying? I'm dying, aren't I?!"

Shadow walked over and loomed over him with arms crossed over her chest and rolled her eyes at what she thought to be his over-dramatization, before remembering that Thomas had never experienced a serious injury of any kind before, and it made her understand why he would be so terrified. From his perspective, it must literally feel like he was dying. She could hear his heart racing faster than a rabbit's with adrenaline.

She kneeled next to him with an unhurried sigh and tentatively touched his shoulder, feeling around the muscles to get an idea of how bad the dislocation was. Thomas yelped in pain, and instinctively tried to jerk away, but Shadow put her knee over his stomach and leaned her weight onto him to keep him pinned down.

"Mmhmm, that's definitely a bad one," she said in absent observation after a few moments. Shadow knew how to relocate the joint, but first needed Thomas to stop panicking. She needed his muscles to relax a little to make it easier for the joint to pop back into place... and his hyperventilating was only exacerbating the whole situation.

"Good grief, you're not dying! Pull yourself together," she snapped, exasperated. She could tell that Thomas was on the brink of passing out because of the fast, shallow breaths he was taking, which was causing the carbon dioxide in his blood to drop too low. She let out a weary sigh and put a firm hand on his chest.

"Look at me, listen to my voice. You need to calm down. Slow your breathing, okay? Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly," she instructed sternly, trying to sound reassuring, which certainly wasn't her strong suit.

"Focus on filling your lungs up as full as you can, and then let it all out, and relax. Release the tension. I'm right here to help you, kid. You don't have to keep panicking."

There was something oddly comforting about her words, even though "comforting" was probably the last thing Thomas would use to describe Shadow. Regardless, he tried to focus on her gruff voice, gradually slowing his breathing down increment by increment, feeling his racing heartbeat finally start to calm.

"Good. Now I'm going to put your shoulder back in place, all right? It’s guaranteed to hurt like crazy, but bear with me. Are you ready?" Shadow said, looming over him. She took his wrist in one hand and placed the other near his shoulder.

Thomas nodded weakly, bracing himself.

Shadow gave him a countdown. "Three, two, zero--" In a single sharp, swift motion, she suddenly jerked his arm straight forward, and a loud pop followed as the shoulder joint slid back into place.

It was cruel of her to surprise him with a fake countdown, Thomas distantly thought. He let out a strangled shriek, and had to bite his tongue hard to avoid screaming in agony.

Then, he felt gentle waves of magic flow through his arm, repairing damaged ligament and muscle tissue. It took the edge off his pain, lessening it to a dull throb. One of the many perks of having someone like Shadow as an ally. He finally let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, relief flooding him.

"See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" Shadow smirked knowingly. She put an arm under his back and helped him slowly sit up, before effortlessly pulling him to his feet with surprising strength.

"Let's get out of here before anyone sees us, shall we?"

"Shadow... Thank you. Seriously," Thomas croaked gratefully, gently trying out his newly healed shoulder with a wince. He looked at the floor sheepishly.

Shadow shifted her weight uncomfortably at his sincere gratitude.

"Let's... just try not to ever do that again, all right?" She said tensely.

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headcanon that percy is historically hard to beat at monopoly. and it's intially the most mind-boggling thing ever watching him turn the tide of a game. because he's definitely losing at the beginning. but percy is not only an amazing strategist. he has a deep understanding of money and knows how and when to bet on the board. he knows when to test his luck. and he's amazing at getting into people's head.

Loving how this whole bit is built on the pun of "turn the tide". Really pulls it all together.

I loveee fantasy settings doing magical exhaustion:

Druid, low on magic: I'm [coughs up flowers] fine.

lament of a lab rat