Whumps All Over the Place

Another personal fave of mine

Whumpee having lost their powers/or being turned mortal, and is now in more trouble then ever

Getting sick for the first time, not knowing how to take care of themselves

Not knowing they lost their powers, until it’s too late

The shock of Whumpee experiencing a genuine brush with death

Being attacked by their religious followers for being a “sham”

Being treated as if they’ve gone insane

Being weak/ill without their divine magic

Being harmed by something originally related to their divinity (storm god shocked by electricity, sea god almost drowns, etc.)

Finally being affected ailments and conditions such as alcohol, sleep, hunger, and etc.

Whumpee being brought down in order to be exploited

Being locked up in terrible conditions, vowing that once they’re lose everyone will see the wrath of a god

Whumper constantly reminding them of their vulnerability by hurting them or increasing their worse living conditions

Being sick and treated by Whumper because they cannot lose something so valuable

Only being brought out to use their powers, and punished when they fail to meet expectations

Being kept at a weakened state so that they cannot use their magic to their full extent

Being shown off as a great marvel, and grand god

Captured by their own religious followers, and treated both as an idle and prisoner

Whumpee starting to doubt their own divine status

Whumpee being taken out by another divine entity

Mortal caretaker coming across an injured person, not knowing they’ve just accidentally begun their journey of nursing a god back to life (bonus points if Whumpee is a god of something negative or evil)

Whumpee assuming the form of a weaker creature in order to heal

Having to keep up a disguise or lay low otherwise their enemy will return to finish the job

Extra:

Whumpee obviously keeps little traits relating to what they are the god of (might make a posts of those later)

Whumpee having a dangerously high ego, or is crippled as an effect of a shattered one

Caretaker constantly being blessed, and always baffled at their own luck

Subtly making their healing procedures more drawn out and painful because “this is the best way to do it, you’ll heal faster,” skimping on painkillers to “save them for when we really need them”

And the team doesn’t ever notice because they don’t know anything about medicine

- refers to their body as "my data", their number-name as "my designation."

- when asked 'what's the matter', whumpee replies with their detailed medical status as though reading a file.

- whumpee doesn't understand sarcasm, metaphors, or many basic phrases.

- whumpee speaks in scientific terms. "caretaker. I am experiencing mild myalgia around the lower quarter of my latissumus dorsi." "hm? your back aches?"

- "you're okay, I promise. just keep breathing." "if- if I did not keep breathing, I would asphyxiate. I would not be utile in a deoxygenated state."

- "jesus, whumpee.. you're nothing but skin and bones.." "and muscle and fat and nerves and organs?"

- whumpee doesn't understand why they need saving in the first place. they parrot whatever justifications whumper assured them with.

- despite their developed understanding of human biology, whumpee knows very little about the world around them.

- either they don't know their birthday or place of origin, or they track their age down to the hour.

- they have to get used to not calling everyone they meet "doctor" or "nurse".

- refuse to sleep without benzodiazepines for fear of not sleeping for the convenient amount of time.

- everything in their life has been scheduled for them. they wake up early in the mornings instinctually; the routine of their daily shots or examinations drilled into them.

- wants a percentage probability for everything. it distresses them that caretaker doesn't calculate them.

And what does Whumper think? Do they enjoy that moment of indecision, or does it enrage them?

"Screw you, fuck-face, I'll never do what you want."

to:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, PLEASE-"

Consider lab rat whumpees who are fully aware on what's going to happen. Not because Whumper told them but because Whumpee made those tests.

They were initially experimenting on animals. Rats and other small animals mostly. They were working with Whumper to figure out the big question they've had since the tests started. They worked with Whumper because they both were interested in answering that question and concluded that it's better to work together.

Now, they're on the operating table, strapped down and looking at Whumper with fear. Berating themselves as they recall how easy it was for Whumper to drug them and take them to who knows where.

Whumper telling them not to worry and how it's practically an honor to be one of the first people to figure out the question and be the solution itself. Whumpee panicking because they know that some of those tests were not pleasant. Some of those tests were not pleasant and whenever that happened, Whumpee would have the utmost care in making sure the rats would be as comfortable as they can.

Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential

Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all

Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done

Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?

Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.

Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart

Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.