Injury Prompt #1025

My average writing experience:

"Alright I think I'm almost done actually-"

*Google doc grows second health bar and a choir starts singing in latin*

A fun whump aesthetic: a character being helped out of heavy plate armor

Is it done fast, blood-slick fingers pulling at straps and hastily undoing buckles, the pieces thrown carelessly aside to be picked up later, time is running out and they need to get all that metal out of the way to treat the wound underneath?

Or slowly, gently, telling the character that shh, they can rest now, they've done their part and done it well, others will take it from here?

Harshly, on a captured enemy knight, forcibly stripping them of first their weapons and then their armor as they're fighting back tooth and nail, to put them in chains afterwards, vulnerable without their armor in the light, sweat-drenched shirt and arming jacket and breeches they wear underneath?

"Shut up!" The whumper kicked the whumpee's shivering form, "stop it. Stop crying- I can't fucking think."

The whumpee lay curled up on the cold hardwood floor, trying to hold in their sobs, "s-sorry."

"Jesus," the whumper rubbed a hand over their eyes, "don't look at me like that."

The whumpee quickly averted their gaze, whimpering softly.

"Now you're acting like I'm the fucking bad guy," they walked over to the whumpee and sat down.

The whumpee drew into themselves, hugging their arms into their chest.

"Stop it," The whumper pushed on their shoulder, forcing them to lay on their back. The whumpee didn't resist, letting themself be moved. They were unable to hold in a light sob.

"Jesus you're fucking dramatic. Just chill out," the whumper threaded their fingers through the whumpee's hair, "you were being annoying ok? And it's not like I fucking stabbed you."

The whumpee nodded weakly as the whumper pet them.

"There's no reason to get all upset, ok?"

"y-yeah, sorry."

they don’t tell you this, but loneliness is a knife that keeps finding you in the form of watching a father spend time with his kid, your friend laughing louder with someone else and standing in front of a grave that you should be the one in.

🤤🤤🤤🤤

【腐】団長と兵長 by 炭谷 || please do not remove source

“The writer's job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.” — Vladimir Nabokov

Your whump word(s) of the day

"We need to talk."

Your harassing neighbor dies. Then a bullying coworker dies in a crash. Within a month, people you’ve had bad blood with start dying. The police are watching you closely—but you haven’t done anything… at least, not that you know of.

just read a REALLY cute snowed in fic so now of course i have to make whumpy prompts from that concept heehee hoohoo

cw: intimate whumper, branding, (attempted) abandonment, caretaker whump, burning

cold, shivering whumpee whose only source of warmth is whumper/whumper's blankets, so they have to choose between sleeping on the floor or climbing into bed with whumper

whumper bringing a branding iron over to whumpee to help them "stay warm"

whumper trying to leave whumpee outside in the snow, but whumpee clings to their pants and cries for them not to leave them as they're inadvertently dragged along the ground

a whumpee who ran away, but has no choice but to come back to whumper as the weather gets worse. whumper drapes them in their blankets, puts them next to a fire, and all but invades their personal space as they whisper to them "welcome home."

caretaker who has no qualms about giving whumpee their bed and all of their blankets and suffering in silence as they lay uncovered on the sofa

whumper slamming whumpee against the iron cover of the fireplace, burning their back on it