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mj-iza-writer · 2 days

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Whumper led Leader through the dungeon halls.

"I can't believe I have the great Leader in my possession. You're here, shackled at the end of my chain", Whumper grinned enthusiastically, "I'm just such a fan of yours. I truly wish we weren't enemies."

"I won't be here long, my team is probably already on the way", Leader looked at them angrily, "I'm only doing this willingly because of my injuries you've caused."

Whumper frowned, and gave a harsh pull to the chain they were leading Leader with.

Leader stumbled forward and dropped to their knees.

"Knock it off", Leader yelled as they tried to stand up again.

"Keep yelling, it goes well with the back ground noise... don't you agree?", Whumper chuckled.

Leader took in the sounds of screams coming from different parts of the dungeon.

"No", Leader watched Whumper start walking and jerked the chain back.

Whumper lost grip of the chain for a second before grabbing it again.

"Okay, you know what?", Whumper frowned as they pulled out a short whip and hit Leader, "behave."

Leader groaned from the impact.

Whumper stopped in front of a cell.

"I'm afraid I don't have any free rooms. Had I known I'd have such an honored guest I would have prepared", Whumper slammed the door open, "for right now, I'm rooming you with Whumpee. I hope you don't mind."

Leader allowed Whumper to lead them into the room and chain them to a length of chain welded to the floor.

Leader eyed a dirty, bloody person curled up on the floor.

"Are they even alive?", Leader watched for movement.

"They were this morning before their beating", Whumper went and grabbed a fistful of hair.

"Yoo-hoo, Whumpee.... you here still?"

The person winced as their head was forced up.

"Yes they're alive... good, I'd hate to see my favorite play thing dead", Whumper chuckled, then looked at Leader.

"If they get to be annoying just tell them to shut up... call a guard if they don't listen. Guards will straighten them right out."

Leader frowned as they watched Whumper leave.

They glanced over at the beaten human, and caught a single eye poking out from under their arms. They quickly buried their face once they were caught.

"Whumpee I presume", Leader sat down.

They cautiously looked up and nodded.

"I'm Leader, I'm glad to meet you", Leader leaned back against the wall.

"Th-thankyou", Whumpee whispered hoarsely, "I hope I won't bother you."

"You won't", Leader smiled, "don't worry."

"Dinner", a guard carried in a flimsy paper plate and handed it to Leader.

Leader looked at the plate and tried to hide their disgust, "Uh, thanks."

The guard went to leave and Leader realized Whumpee hadn't received anything.

"What about them?", Leader called after the guard.

"Trash isn't allowed to eat unless their Master says... if they're lucky Whumper will send them a few table scraps", the guard chuckled before slamming the door.

Whumpee continued to lay down not bothering to look up.

"Whumpee I hate to ask.... how long has it been since you've eaten an actual meal. Not just scraps?", Leader frowned.

Whumpee looked up weakly, "a long time. Honestly I haven't even had scraps for a while either. They get dished out amongst the others being starved. I'm last on the list normally."

"Here eat this", Leader tried to get up and pass the food, "it's not amazing, but it's something at least."

"I can't", Whumpee frowned, "Master will force me to throw it up. They are giving you permission to eat. Many of us prisoners don't get that, enjoy it", Whumpee rested their head on their arms.

Leader's heart sank.

"Can I tell you my dream meal", Whumpee sighed, "I often think about it when I know they're passing food to those allowed to eat. If you don't want to hear it though, I understand."

"No please tell me", Leader insisted, "I don't know if I'll be able to gut this. That might help."

"It's starts with warm freshly baked bread, and soup. I don't care what kind of soup", Whumpee looked up at Leader then at the floor, "I could eat so many different things right now. I remember the team I was with would have pizza every Monday. It was great. I think pizza and salad would follow the soup and bread. Dessert, hmm. A birthday cake, I've missed so many birthdays being here, it's just sounds so good."

Leader watched as Whumpee came to life. This was the most they had said since Leader was brought in there.

"That all sounds delicious... definitely better than this", Leader frowned.

After a few minutes of silence Leader looked at Whumpee who seemed to still be thinking about food.

"You said you belonged to a team?", Leader tried to take another bite, "I can't eat this."

"Yes, we were captured together by Whumper. They managed to break out, but said I'd slow them down because I was injured. I was left behind. I've received multiple beatings on their behalf", Whumpee looked down, "it's hard... I understand that I was the weakest one and injured. I wasn't important and I accepted that. Still I wish to have seen at least a glimmer of sorrow as they slipped out."

Leader stared sadly, "I am truly sorry that your team did that. I lead a team, and I don't think I could ever leave one of my people. We either all get out or not at all. I'm supposed to take care of them, that's why I was made Leader."

"I wish I could have been in your team then", Whumpee sighed, "you are so nice to me. My team was never like that."

"I'm sorry Whumpee", Leader frowned, "I truly am. No one deserves any of this."

During the night, Leader could hear muffled crying in the room.

Leader unfortunately also heard Whumpee's stomach growling. No one had come into the room after Leader was given food. Whumpee wasn't given any scraps, and they were to afraid to eat from Leader's food.

In the morning, Whumpee woke up to the sound of chains clanking around.

They looked up to see Leader studying the shackles.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I'm trying to see how easy this would be to pick", Leader smiled sheepishly, "one of my teammates is really good at picking locks. I'm hoping they will be able to get these undone."

"Do you think they will be coming for you?", Whumpee questioned curiously.

"I hope so, Caretaker and I have a rematch coming up", Leader continued to smile, "though I guess they win by default if I'm here."

The door opened and Whumper came in.

"How did my favorite prisoners sleep last night?", Whumper grinned, "I slept like a baby in my bed."

Whumper menacingly approached Whumpee, "you're not being annoying are you? They are an honored guest."

Whumper kicked Whumpee's side harshly.

Whumpee screamed and cowarded away.

Leader watched in horror.

"Please Master, your slave is being good... I-I'm a good slave", Whumpee cried.

"Stop it", Leader quickly stood.

"What are you going to do about it", Whumper turned and slapped Leader across the face, "you have no power in here."

Whumper shook their head at both of them, "see if either of you receive any food for the next few days", Whumper turned to leave, "we'll see how we are feeling after that."

Whumpee winced as they laid back down.

"Are you okay?", Leader tried to get closer, but was limited by the chains.

Whumpee moved in a way that revealed one of their legs had been amputated at the knee.

"I-I'm okay, are you? You shouldn't have done that, I'm not worth it, now you're in trouble", Whumpee looked down.

"It's okay Whumpee, do not worry about me", Leader sighed, "can I ask what happened to your leg?"

"Do you... do you remember what I said about being injured and my team leaving me. I had gotten badly injured while being captured. I couldn't walk well. After a while, it had gotten infected. Master enjoyed hurting me so much, they decided to amputate me, and help fight the infection. It's healed now... this was a few years ago."

Whumpee moved their leg around to show it more, "it's gross looking, the person who did it was not a doctor, but it healed so that's good. I'd rather have died though."

Into the afternoon a loud explosion made both Whumpee and Leader jump.

Whumpee looked at Leader with concern, "what was that?"

"If I'm not mistaken that was a good sign", Leader grinned, "that sounds like an explosion from Tunnel Rat."

"Tunnel Rat?", Whumpee questioned.

"My explosion expert", Leader got up and tried to look out the window, "they're here."

Whumpee looked down sadly, "that's good."

After about an hour, the door was thrown open.

A gun was pointed in, then two people walked into the room.

"Leader you've been about a pain to rescue", someone complained.

"Sorry Caretaker, this wasn't exactly planned", Leader sighed.

"We've taken control over the entire hideout. Most of the guards have been destroyed. The one named Whumper has been captured, and we are awaiting your orders."

Leader watched as their shackles were removed, then looked at Whumpee happily.

"There are other prisoners here that need to be rescued. They all require medical attention and need food and water. Some are being starved. Do not rest until everyone is accounted for", Leader stepped toward Whumpee, "this one is coming with me, Caretaker meet our new team member."

Whumpee quickly looked up, "yo-you're not leaving me?"

"No, I'm not leaving you", Leader grinned, "I'm going to need someone to help you out though, I just remembered I am fairly injured myself."

Whumpee lay in a med bay bed. They had just received full medical care and were now resting.

Someone came into the room and smiled at them.

"Hello, I don't know if you'll remember me. I'm Caretaker, I carried you out", they came in and sat down.

"Leader talked about you", Whumpee whispered as they tried to sit up.

"I'm going to serve you some broth, I'm waiting for it to warm up. Leader has told me about the meal you want to eat", Caretaker smiled, "I take care of the medical needs of the team by the way."

"Yes", Whumpee nodded.

"We will definitely plan on having that after you get some strength back. We have to let your body get used to food again or you'll get very sick", Caretaker stood, "we will start off slow with the broth and move you to more solid food. After a while we will have fresh baked bread, a delicious soup, pizza, and salad. We will also have some cake. We can have that in celebration of rescuing you prisoners and you joining our team."

Whumpee's smile grew more and more with every word Caretaker said.

"Uhm, is Leader okay. I haven't seen them yet", Whumpee realized.

"Yes, we had to do a tiny surgery on them to fix the injury. Leader is resting now, and will have a full recovery soon", Caretaker went for the door, "I'll be back shortly with the broth, and I'll help you eat."

Two months went by.

Whumpee had to wait a few weeks longer due to a surgery to reamputate their leg. This time, it was done by a real doctor and had healed properly.

"Where are we going Caretaker?", Whumpee looked around the halls as Caretaker pushed their wheelchair.

"It's a surprise", Caretaker chuckled.

Whumpee had almost forgotten about the dream meal they had while in the dungeon.

Leader, Caretaker, and the team made sure Whumpee had all of the best food. Whumpee had settled into the team quite well now. They had even helped several times on different missions.

Caretaker stopped at a room and opened the door.

"It's dark in their", Whumpee whispered.

The light flicked on to reveal the whole team had gathered.

The tables were decorated for a party.

"Surprise", everyone shouted.

"Wow", Whumpee looked around excitedly, "what is all of this?"

"A celebration", Leader walked over smiling and helped Caretaker pull the chair in, "to celebrate our rescue from that place, our recovery, our team. We are so happy to have you as part of our team."

"Really", Whumpee's eyes glistened.

"We don't know why your other team didn't like you. You are awesome on missions and quite skilled", someone called out, "they missed out."

"We have a bit of a spread here", Leader pointed to the table, "you absolutely melted my heart when we were in that dungeon.... remember."

Whumpee nodded.

"I've never forgotten how excited you had gotten when you talked about your dream meal. You came to life.... we had to replicate it", Leader grinned, "of course none of us are bakers, so the bread and cake were made by a bakery."

Whumpee gasped as they remembered and looked over the table.

Sliced breads. Several pots of different soups. Boxes of pizza. Salad. At the end of the table, a giant cake.

"You really did all of this for me?", Whumpee looked at everyone with an air of shame, "I don't deserve this."

"Yes you do", Caretaker chimed in, "we absolutely believe you deserve this."

"We've also decided to have pizza on Mondays from now on", Leader reached for Whumpee, "I know we've already said this dozens of times, but welcome to the team Whumpee, it's an honor."

Whumpee felt tears come to their eyes. They shook as they started to cry.

"Thankyou", Whumpee sobbed, "thankyou so much."

"You're welcome", Leader knelt down in front of Whumpee, holding their hand, "let's get this celebration started."

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serickswrites · 2 days

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idk if you write nsfwhump but if you do could you make something with whumpee and caretaker with comfort and fluff? like whumpee is crying because they're being intimate with someone and, for the first time, it doesn't hurt

Hello, Anon. I absolutely write nsfwhump (sometimes it's more vague than explicit), and I can definitely write you a comfort/fluffy piece :D

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced restraints, referenced/implied noncon, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee, flashbacks, ptsd

Whumpee led Caretaker back to their bedroom. They were sure that they wanted Caretaker more than anything. And they were sure that Caretaker wanted them. But Caretaker had let Whumpee take the lead after everything.

The first time Whumpee tried to be intimate with Caretaker after they had gotten home, they had frozen and sobbed. They could feel the ropes Whumper used to bind them to the head board on their wrists, though the rope burns had long faded. They could feel Whumper's lips on their neck as Caretaker went to kiss them.

Caretaker had stopped instantly and held Whumpee as they sobbed. Whumpee sobbed because of the memories. They sobbed because of the flashbacks. But they mostly sobbed because they felt Whumper had completely ruined them. They loved Caretaker and now every time they went to show their love, they only thought of Whumper and what Whumper had done to them.

But tonight was different. After months of therapy, months of recovery, Whumpee felt tonight was the night. As they kissed Caretaker, they only thought of Caretaker. As Caretaker caressed their body, they only felt Caretaker's touch. And as they touched Caretaker's body and Caretaker touched them, Whumpee began to cry.

"Love, I'll stop. What's wrong?" Caretaker said as they started to pull away.

"No....don't. I'm just....I'm just so happy." Whumpee smiled through the tears streaming down their face. "I'm so happy because I feel only you. Think of only you. It's only you, Caretaker. I love you so much."

Caretaker smiled and kissed down Whumpee's neck. "And I love you. And only you."

#serickswrites #queue #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw referenced captivity #tw referenced restraints #tw referenced/implied noncon #hurt/aftermath #hurt/recovery #hurt/comfort #caretaker and whumpee #requests #tw flashbacks #tw ptsd

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dresden-syndrome · 2 days

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A lovely whumpee boy Simon for @whump-card ! Made for @artwhumpersanonymous OC trade event :)

Art tag: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg @onlywhump @whumpedydump @whumpthefifth @monarchthefirst @sunshiline-writes @project-xiii

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump art #whumpee #whump ideas #whump things

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whump-mania · 2 days

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yo i love your whipped whimper caretaking prompts? could you do some more caretaking prompts for other random types of whump? whatever you’re feeling like, but esp wounds or hyper/hypothermia

Assorted Caretaker Lines

For sure! I’ll make some little sections for as many as I can think of:

Wounds

1. “Hold this down. It’ll stop the bleeding…for now.”

2. “Shit, I…I’ve never treated a would like this before, I-I don’t really know what I’m doing…”

3. “It’s infected. Someone get me a bottle of alcohol before this spreads to their immune system.”

4. “Don’t worry. We’re gonna close this thing right back up. You’re gonna be okay.”

5. “What do you mean, it already bled through? …Oh…shit.”

Hypothermia

1. “Jesus—is their skin supposed to feel like ice?”

2. “Whumpee…how long did they leave you outside…?”

3. “I don’t care if you’re cold, Whumpee’s gonna fucking die if they’re not warmed up! Give me your blanket!”

4. “They’re shaking like a leaf…I-I don’t know if they’re gonna be okay.”

5. “I told you not to go out in this weather, Whumpee. Don’t go risking your life for me.”

Hyperthermia

1. “I told you we needed to stop for water! Look at them now!”

2. “Whumper, please, just let them take a break. They’re gonna overheat like this. Let me go out there, I can handle it.”

3. “I know, I know. We’re gonna get you somewhere cool. Just hang in there.”

4. “Absolutely not. Your skin is hot to the touch right now, there’s no way you’re taking that punishment for me.”

5. “There’s no ice left, I’m sorry…it all melted. You’re just gonna have to sweat it out.”

Psychological

1. “Don’t listen to them. None of that was true, they’re just trying to get in your head.”

2. “Hey…Whumpee, you still with me? Hello?”

3. “Look at me. Breathe. You feel my hand? You’re here. You’re with me now, you’re okay.”

4. “They don’t have any physical scars. Whumper’s more inclined to leave…um…mental ones.”

5. “It scares me when you do that. When you…go somewhere else. In your head.”

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itswhumpday · 2 days

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Hey, I know I've been MIA for SEVERAL YEARS now, but I am writing a fic and I CANNOT get through my next chapter so I'm caving and asking for help.

In this fic, I have a whumper who is into games. They're making the whumpee go through trials. The whumpee nailed the fist trial and they're not happy. The whumper is also in posession of whumpee's family (of which I want two to perish in this chapter and three to survive). I'm having trouble thinking about the second trial.

I would like something intellectual: that is, the whumpee would choose to control the outcome, but it would always be terrible (Sophie's choice sort of deal). At first I thought something akin to the chess in Harry Potter in which each of the charaters represents a piece and if the piece gets captured they die. But I feel like that would be 1) hard to narrate 2) hard for readers to follow and 3) it's literally a rip off.

But I'm having trouble thinking of other ways that might happen. Does anyone have any suggestions on where I can look for inspiration?

#whump #whump community #whump writing #whump question #whumpblr #writing whump

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kabie-whump · 3 days

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Curse whump, anyone?

I've had this idea in my brain for years of a Whumpee who is cursed with empathy. Like, they can feel the pain of everyone around them all the time.

Ovbiously they avoid going out in public whenever they can, especially to really crowded places. All of the minor aches and pains from the people around them really build up. A trip to the grocery store has them falling to their knees and sobbing in the produce asile. Grocery delivery services are their best friend.

Hospitals are out of the question. That's a no-brainer.

However! Imagine how good of a nurse or doctor Whumpee would be with this curse. They would know exactly what hurts their patient and where. But of course it would be an unbearable job to do for too long.

Cursed Whumpee discovering that their teammate is hiding a serious injury because they can feel that bullet wound. Cursed Whumpee being the reason their friends and family always take such good care of themselves. Cursed Whumpee feeling guilty for having to leave the room when their best friend gets hurt and need emergency stitches.

And if we want to get silly with it, a cursed whumpee who is also a misogynist going on and on about how women are all dramatic and periods aren't actually that bad, and then he has to spend time in the same room as his female friend and he almost passes out.

#whump #whump community #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump ideas #whumpee #cursed whumpee #empathy curse #hospital whump #gun tw #tw mysoginy #multiple whumpees #magic whump

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screams-n-shackles · 3 days

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Encountering Truths - Hero / Villain Whump

After a long and exhausting day leader finally arrived home. It was already in the middle of the night and the light from the defective streetlamp was less than enough to lit the porch. But when leader climbed the steps to their front door they found the doormat slightly moved from it's original place. Not enough to raise the suspicion of others, but Leader instantly knew that something was up.

That someone got their hands on leaders key.

They already changed to their casual clothes so their gun was safely locked away. They resulted to their second best option and retrieved their emergency knife from their boot. This would have to make do.

Taking out their keys they slowly opened the door, ears trained to pick up any weird noise from inside the dark hallway.

A few Seconds passed in which leader waited for an attack only for nothing to come their way.

They opened the door completely and stepped into the darkness. Only the awful light from outside casting weird and flickering shadows, while they moved a few steps into their apartment.

Still no further noises except for the wind from outside and their own footsteps.

Leader decided to atleast close the door for the time being, so they gave it a light kick before they followed the floor to the living room.

Then, right before they set foot into the room they heard it.

Soft breathing. Barely audible and apparently a little bit strained. And it came from the couch.

Knife ready to slash into the flesh of the unwelcome intruder Leader slowly approached the couch, to encounter a figure draped over it.

Deep asleep. Or atleast good at faking it.

Due to the now nearly none existent light source they couldn't tell who or what decided to invade their very own home and save haven.

But that was an easy fix.

Knife prepared to hold off the unknown person, their other hand extended to the table next to the couch. Switching on a small lamp the living room was doused in a yellow shine.

And finally leader came to see their guest. More or less.

As they stared right into the cracked porcelain mask of Villain. Red stains were smeared all over, and before Leader decided to end it once and for all, their eyes slipped to the torso of villain.

Which was covered in bandages died red from the bleeding. Blood that was probably also soaking the couch right now.

"Allright. What the hell, Villain?", was the first mumbled wonder leaving leaders lips as they rounded the couch to inspect their newfound injured.

#whump #whump community #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump scenes #whumblr #writing #leader whump #villain whump #leader caretaker #villain whumpee #tw injury #injury #escaped whumpee #whumper turned caretaker #whumper turned whumpee #Asphalt OGs

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whump-kia · 6 hours

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I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks

welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course.

Image transcripts, tagging rules, and guidelines under the cut!

RULES

Any and all art types allowed! GIFs, drawings, music, writing, etc.

NO AI ALLOWED

OCs and Fandom works alike are welcome :)

Trigger and content tag. Even if the prompt explicitly requires the content (eg. Vomiting), still tag emetophobia

If enough interest is showed, I will make an Ao3 collection

TAGGING

Tag with, per example: #whumperless whump event day 1, #whumperless day 1: [prompt], and #whumperless whump event

Tag me (@whump-kia) if you desire on your work!

Again, make sure to trigger tag and content warn

Prompts (text):

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”

Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”

Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”

White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”

Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”

A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”

It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”

I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”

Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”

In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”

I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”

The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”

Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”

Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”

That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”

Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”

I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”

Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”

ALTERNATES:

Seizure

Choking

Withdrawal

Drugged

Wild animal attack

Hangover

Strain/sprain

Broken bone

Bloody nose

Panic attack

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump prompt #whump event #whumperless whump event #whumperless whump #situational whump #sickfic

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the-bar-sinister · 2 days

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The precious last moment between lovers. The shaking fingers. The whispered promises of something after the end. The freeze frame on the final act of tenderness. Then cut to black.

#death whump #hurt no comfort #whumblr #whump #whump community #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #romantic whump #darkfic #dark fic #🔍⚔️

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crimsons-whump-pile · 7 hours

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today I offer you: hiding injuries!

consider, however: whumpee isn’t hiding this injury because they don’t want their team to find out they’re hurt, but because they’re afraid of what whumper will do to them if the extent of their current injuries is revealed. whumper can find them anywhere — that much has been made quite clear by now. no matter how far they run, where they try to hide, there’s nowhere that they can truly escape from whumper.

their injuries are bad enough as it is. smaller wounds, of course, nothing that can’t be hidden under loose clothing, but it’s enough for them to feel the sting of the cuts and bruises every time the skin around their joints stretches. it’s enough that they can’t escape the feeling of the wounds on their skin even days later. it’s enough that they have to put in an effort, consciously remind themself that no, they can’t go to the infirmary, because if they do it will be so much worse.

so they hide it. they stay quiet, they patch themself up as well as they can (but never too much, lest whumper suspect they had help), while the secret slowly eats them from the inside out. they can see the concerned glances from their friends, but no one will say anything to whumpee — not when the slightest question of are you okay has whumpee snapping and storming off.

(they know their friends will find out far too easily if they don’t.)

and so they hide, as slowly, not slowly enough, the injuries start to get worse. they’re harder to hide, going further down their limbs and taking longer and longer to heal each time, until finally, whumper decides it’s time to go for the face. now, whumpee is faced with a decision: how on earth are they supposed to hide the wound this time? it’s a huge bruising slice, right down their cheek — their hair can cover a good bit, but not enough to conceal this. the best they can do is put a patch over it and hope that no one asks.

but of course someone asks. of course someone corners them in an otherwise empty room, backing them to the wall with an expression of so much concern and worry in their face. of course caretaker just has to reach up and tug the edge of the patch up, just enough to reveal the edge of the barely-scabbed-over cut running down the length of whumpee’s cheek.

and of course whumpee can’t stop the tears from dripping down as caretaker holds their jaw so carefully and whispers, what happened to you?

because now that caretaker knows, whumpee knows it’s going to get so, so much worse.

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This story comes from an extremely hot day, and watching some children get excited when an ice cream truck drove pass. -Mj

Caretaker had talked Whumpee into going out on the front porch to soak in the beautiful day with them.

"This should feel really good not to be cooped up inside all day", Caretaker smiled as they set down two cups of lemonade.

Whumpee weakly nodded, "thankyou", they whispered, "I didn't get to go outside often while with Whumper, but I'm still nervous to be out here. You're sure they're in jail?"

"Yes, of course Whumpee. They are in jail, and you are safe", Caretaker assured.

Whumpee nodded again before reaching a shaky hand for the lemonade.

An ice cream truck started to sing at the end of the road. Caretaker and Whumpee watched as several neighbors ran out to buy ice cream.

Whumpee smiled weakly, "I remember being younger and begging my parents for ice cream. They would often say no, but on occasion I'd get a special treat."

Caretaker stood with a grin and made their way off of the porch and to the end of the driveway. They couldn't go far away from Whumpee due to the protection orders in Whumpee's care.

Whumpee watched timidly, wondering what Caretaker was up to.

After a few minutes Caretaker walked back with two ice creams from the truck.

They had a smug grin as they handed one to Whumpee and sat down with the other.

"You didn't have to do that", Whumpee blushed with embarrassment.

"I know, but you deserved a treat", Caretaker started to open the package, "I think these are my favorites from the ice cream truck, that's why I picked them. Maybe next time we get an ice cream, you'll have enough strength to go pick what you want."

"Thankyou so much", Whumpee smiled as they looked at the package again, "I really appreciate you getting me this."

"You're welcome Whumpee", Caretaker started to eat their ice cream.

Whumpee's shaky fingers fidgetted with the package for a few seconds before they managed to open it. Then, ever so cautiously started to eat the ice cream.

After a few moments Caretaker glanced over at Whumpee to watch them.

Whumpee gave a big smile to Caretaker.

"How does it taste?", Caretaker smiled back.

"This is so good", Whumpee looked over the treat, "thankyou so much Caretaker."

"You're welcome Whumpee, we will definitely do this again if you like."

"Yes please", Whumpee smiled before taking another bite of the ice cream, "I would really like this again."

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