Love the concept of Bad Thing that provides protection from Even Worse Thing. This villan has dibs on killing me someday, so they’re not going to let anyone else do it. Person has a permanent illness that’s super hostile to any other type of infection. Lawful evil tyrant absolutely PISSED at chaotic evil invader killing their subjects. Person has been cursed by the gods but the curse supersedes all other hexes and magical ills. This shit absolutely charges my batteries.

Caretaker accidentally touching Whumpee a certain way that sets them off. They’re cuddling and Caretaker is absentmindedly caressing Whumpee’s cheek with the back of their hand, their hand slips a little lower, Caretaker's fingers brushing Whumpee’s neck.

Whumpee recoils, shrinking back instinctively, their eyes widening.

“I— fuck, I’m- I’m sorry, Whumpee.” Caretaker raises their hands in the air.

Whumpee touches their own neck. Looks back at Caretaker, trying to control their breathing.

I’m not in danger. I’m fine. It’s just Caretaker.

Whumpee slowly crawls back to Caretaker’s arms, tentatively, hoping Caretaker would still want them, longing for that closeness again.

Relief settles over them as Caretaker welcomes them back, arms wrapping gently around Whumpee.

“I’m so—“

“No need to apologize.” Whumpee said. “…you’re the best. Y-you know what I need… and you keep me safe.”

Defiant whumpee but they're cooperating

(sadistic whumper vibes)

[guys I have been gone for a while bc of bad life events but I'm coming back soon]

The whumpee would freeze up anytime the whumper was brought up, and it was making hiding what had happened to them harder and harder. Even small reminders like the sound of metal against stone, or the sound of a blade being drawn made the whumpee scared. People had started to ask questions, and the whumpee was growing more and more defensive.

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.

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

The whumpee trying new mobility aids. They help, somewhat. But the more they use them, the more they hurt.

Crutches bruise their armpits and misalign their hips. Canes cause wrist pain, eventually causing their entire arm to get too tired to use it. A wheelchair requires upper body strength they haven’t quite honed yet.

They wonder if it’s worth it to even use one if they’d be in pain anyways.

In recent events of my absolutely screwed sleep schedule: Whumpees who can't sleep.

They've done their normal sleep routine, whatever that may be. But no matter what they try they just can't sleep. When they do finally sleep it's close to their normal wake up time.

Maybe they're with Caretaker and Caretaker is happy to see Whumpee getting as much sleep as they are and leave them to sleep. But when they finally wake up, they are surprised to see that Whumpee is still tired.

Or

Maybe it worries Caretaker that Whumpee is suddenly seemingly sleeping so much and wake them up before they're ready to. It's not until Whumpee says "I just got to sleep" that they realise the mistake they've made.

Or

Maybe they're with Whumper and they get punished for sleeping for too long. The punishment starts with a bucket of ice water being tipped on Whumpee. Whumpee knows that's just the beginning and it's about to, get worse.

Or

Maybe Whumpee still gets up to their alarm to do their chores for Whumper. It makes them sluggish and causes them to make more mistakes. Their tasks aren't done on time, things are forgotten, and things are accidentally knocked off things.

Just Whumpees that can't sleep.

The shy, fearful whumpee having enough of the Whumper and biting them. Not just a fearful nip either, they grab on and won’t let go. They give the whumper nerve damage, yet they won’t stop. They have to be pulled off the whumper like some kind of rabid animal.

And there’s no telling what the whumper does with animals that don’t behave.

Defiant Whumpee who has been fighting Whumper at every possible moment, and Whumper who has been trying everything to get them to break. Hurting them didn't work, if the pain became too much Whumpee just shut down, but would be right back up when they had a break. Restraining them didn't work, Whumpee still mouthed them off and spat at them. Starvation didn't work, Whumpee seemed to just accept it. Blindfolding did nothing. The gag did nothing.

Whumper tried so much, and Whumpee's reactions were different and they did get weaker, but they still wouldn't. give. in. Wouldn't show weakness, wouldn't beg or plead, wouldn't do anything what Whumper wanted to see.

Until Whumper tried drugging them. They gave them something that leaves Whumpee dazed, making their body heavy and unresponsive, and their mind foggy.

They untie Whumpee, letting them fall to the floor, and mock them. Telling them that this is their chance, come on, fight me, isn't this what you want?

But Whumpee can't do anything. They try, but their body won't obey them, their mind slips away from them. And it terrifies them. Anything else they can take. External things? They will fight. But they've never experienced this before. Their body completely giving up on them.

And that, that, finally does something. The next time Whumper drugs them, Whumpee doesn't say anything. It's the same the third time. But the fourth... Whumpee flinches back, and chokes out a soft "please". They instantly shut their mouth, as if they didn't mean to say it, but it's too late.

Whumper finally found something that will break them.

a usurper(s) tying/chaining a captured royal to their throne just to mock them. bonus points: them throwing daggers and one of the blades piercing the back of the throne just an inch too close to royal's cheek.

Whumpee that's never had genuine comfort before

(comfort stuff)

Stoic whumpee things I want to do more of:

Content: mention of rape, torture, noncon touch

concept i'm a big fan of...

whumpee and caretaker normally have a relationship where they aren't very tactile with each other. maybe they don't know each other that well. maybe they do, but they try to keep things professional. maybe they're two guys who just don't really hug it out or hold hands because, you know, they want to seem masculine™.

but.

when whumpee gets hurt... all bets are off.

caretaker is desperately holding whumpee in their arms, trying in vain to keep the blood in whumpee's body. or maybe sitting by whumpee's bed -- holding their hand. or petting the hair of an unconscious whumpee. or a conscious whumpee. maybe whumpee is awake, barely lucid, and caretaker is just stroking their face as they beg whumpee to stay alive.

it's so good. because they're not usually like this, but the stakes have been ramped the fuck up, and everything is different now.

The whumper didn’t have to capture the whumpee to hurt them, after all they had enough dirt on them to threathen the whumpee to do anything for them. It was easy to keep the whumpee in line that way, any time they tried to fight back, the whumpee would taunt them with evidence that would destroy them.

a disorientated whumpee at a party with whumper's hand uncomfortably wrapped around their collarbone. There's a spiraling fear that they can't quite name-- they're losing themself in this nightmare of insinuating whispers.

The music is pounding and Whumpee can feel it in their teeth.

Whumper pulls them into a dark corner to push a drink up to their lips. "Your friends are coming," Whumper's voice is low, it's calm, it's measured, and Whumpee's skin crawls. "You're going to tell them you want to stay with me."

"No--"

"Or one of them will take your place."