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Whump Prompt #571

The whumpee gets laid up for a while. It takes them forever to become coherent enough to leave the hospital, and even then they have a long recovery ahead of them.

During this time, perhaps it began when the whumpee is still delirious on painkillers, a character starts watching a TV show in their room while they keep vigil.

Perhaps this character is their best friend, maybe it’s someone they don’t necessarily get on well with. Maybe is the oldest or the youngest, but either way they begin to bond over the show. Perhaps it’s the thing that brings the whumpee back to reality, as through a haze of painkillers they mutter and offhand comment about the plot or characters:

“Who does he think he is.” A mumbles beneath an oxygen mask, “cheating bastard…”

The two characters continue to watch this show, and others if they finish it quickly. They bond over it so much, other characters have entered the room to A (smothered by blankets because B is convinced A still needs coddling) leaning against B as they argue/cry/laugh over the antics on screen.

There’s nothing I love more than a bound and gagged whumpee.

Thrashing and struggling against their restraints, muffled screams and whimpers…

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

One of my favourite simple yet effective whump tropes??

Pistol whipped!

Maybe they’re on their knees, held at gun point yet still quippy and sarcastic. Their captor gets fed up and with one quick strike, they crumple to the ground, out cold.

Uhhh heres a weird little drabble for the first one fjjdjsje

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It was the first time I'd ever seen him sit still.

Always in a rush, he is. A constant blur of arms and legs. A flurry of movement.

He wouldn't stop jabbering in the car.

It's like he said every word that went through his brain.

I couldn't get a word in, not that I tried.

And the waiting.

Either his leg was bouncing at 1000 miles per hour or he was pacing back and forth as if he was being persued. Every so often he'd get up to go pester the nurse again before sulking back to his seat when there was no new information.

When we were finally called, he practically leaped out of the chair. He interrogated the nurse on the way to the room, walking at a pace that was clearly hard for her to keep up with. Impossibly long strides and darting eyes, he was.

And that's when we arrived at the room.

And that's when he saw you.

And he froze.

Then, gingerly, he made his way over to your bed, sitting softly in the seat adjacent.

He hadn't taken his eyes off you, I'm not entirely sure he'd even blinked since seeing you.

He hesitantly reached a hand out but halted an inch away, as if you might crumble at the slightest touch.

He looked to me, stuttering out "Can,,, Can I,,,??"

Just as soon as I had nodded, he had carefully taken your hand, pulling it a little closer to himself.

And honestly, I couldn't blame him for his caution.

There, laying dead to the world on that hospital bed, you seemed so small. So fragile. So helpless.

The nurses had done a good job of cleaning you up but the dark bruises on your skin were impossible to ignore. The stark white bandages seemed as if they might be the only thing holding you together. The careful stitches didn’t do much to hide the bright red lines.

The inherent feeling of just how wrong this felt, seeing you injured and unconscious when you should be happy and healthy. How you should be at home right now, playing some kind of game with the others when instead you were here in this hospital.

And so he sat still.

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First time I’ve ever posted something like this on here lmao hope it was alright

I’m such a sucker for the Chaotic character going all soft for their injured friend and also the Coolheaded Wise character going batshit crazy for their injured chaos friend.

That’s some good shit.

Whump+Found Family

When the weakest one gets injured, and they all hover around them like mama hens, desperately trying to take care of them.

When the STRONGEST one gets injured, and they all flail around, trying to figure out how to take care of the one who always takes care of them.

When one character doesn’t realize they’ve been accepted into the family/think of themselves as outsides, until they get hurt and everyone takes shifts watching over them and taking care of them.

The Revenge for hurting one of their family.

Group cuddles after horrible days, where they all just pile up together in front of the couch.

One taking punishment for the whole group.

“Who did this to you?”

The recovery room being packed too tightly with people who love the whumpee and are worried.

Working together to carry the injured one.

“Why did you save me?” “That’s what family does.”

When one of them loses their voice, and the others have to try to guess what they mean.

Crying together.

The whole group just wrecking havoc in order to rescue their kidnapped teammate.

Whump without a whumper

What happened to regular old whump? Here are some scenarios for prompts I kinda miss

Sickfics. Someone with pneumonia or a stomach flu. Give me glazed eyes and chills and being weak from not being able to keep anything down. Their caretaker being run into the ground trying to take care of them.

Injured by a nameless assailant. Shot from afar by rebels, mugged in the night, hurt in a hit in run. The struggling walk or run back to their loved ones and catching them when they can’t stay upright anymore. Being put to bed and finally feeling safe.

Clumsiness and random accidents. Falling down the stairs, fainting in the shower bc of exhaustion after a trying day (combo these with illness for mega bonus points), someone else falling on them.

Being hurt by a tough loved one who gets surprised or has traumatic flashbacks. Trying to hide it, being found out. The guilt!! The black eyes! Please.

Chronic illness or mental illness. I’m not trying to trivialize these - a lot of the great fics I’ve read seem to come from people who let out their own experiences on characters. Putting up with it, being strong but breaking down, trying to hide it, bad days.

Emotional h/c. Loneliness, guilt, bad memories being brought up at inopportune times and having to hide it until they have a second to breathe. Caretaker trying to comfort them once they realize, feeling guilty for not realizing, and eventually breaking through to them. Making a little progress that gives us hope.

Caught in bad weather. Hypothermia, heat exhaustion, deserts and rain and snowstorms. Complaining and being ignored until they faint.

Give me it all. Not that I don’t love torture fics (that sounds straight up sadistic) but I long for the simpler times. The magic writers made out of the everyday, that still tug at your heartstrings.

miles “who’s morales” morales’s biggest weakness is the cover story

Character B hacks another cough into their hands, probably their hundereth of the day.

Except this time, as they glance down, they see specks of blood amongst the phlegm.

Well that’s new.

Aesthetic: Curling Up

It is an instinctive reaction - for survival, to protect the weakest organs, but also for safety, that childish belief that burying your head in your knees will make you safe.

It won’t.

In the middle of a beating, giving up on fighting and curling up into a ball in panic and waiting it out.

As a response to pain, withdrawing from the situation, and curling up until they can breathe again, until the pain is no longer overwhelming.

As a fearful flinch, drawing back and curling away - from either the enemy or from a friend, memory writing over the present.

As a coping mechanism, curling to get away from the situation, to block it out, until the only thing they can hear is their own heartbeat.

“That’s practically a blizzard out there- you’ll never find them!”

“Well I at least have to try!”

This is crazy :00 Thank you so much @whumper-boi for tagging me 🥺

Gender: He/him but they is cool too ((you know ya boys having a constant gender crisis))

Star sign: Pisces

Height: 5’1 pray for me

Time: 9:54pm babey

Favourite band: Gosh so so many djdjsj to name a few?? AJR, mcr, glass animals, tally hall, the correspondents, half alive, pomplamoose, ok go, caravan palace, lemon demon, idkhow, mother mother, foster the people, lyre le temps??

Solo singers: Again so many but uhh?? Hozier, dodie, gerard way, and I weirdly cant remember many at all lmao so Ill also say Im very into musicals

Following: 212 fjdjejje

Followers: 91 and thats so crazy

Last show I binged: Superstore! I was looking for somewhere to stream it for ages then it was added to Netflix out of no where it was brilliant :00

When I created this blog: 19th January, just over three weeks :00 Just a young blog aha

Last thing I googled: “Where to watch Broadchurch” lmao. Sadly, no options available to me in this country- Alas, Im sure Ill find something :P

Why I chose this URL: *blank* time babey is a phrase I use literally every day aha, its just fun sounding

Hours of sleep: Probably around 8 last night?? Used to have an awful sleep schedule but I’ve gotten a lot better :)) Only issue is Im going to bed a bit late and therefore waking up late also

Lucky number: Maybe 4 or 12??

Instruments: I play quite a few, actually! I do voice, ukulele, piano, banjo, guitar and a little bit of drums and violin :))

Favourite food: It sounds gross but one of the only meals I eat is pasta in chicken stock with some buttered bread. Thats Autism™️ for ya

Favourite song: Oh jesus christ far too many djdjkw maybe “Pork Soda” by Glass Animals, “I will, tonight” by The Brobecks, or anything from the Neotheater album by AJR :))

Dream trip: Hmmm idk Im not really a travel sort of guy. Though, there is a museum in Sanok, Poland- The Beskiński one- that seems incredibly interesting. But Poland isn’t exactly a friendly place for my folk.

Dream job: Honestly, who knows. About to start an acting and theatre course in college but other things Ive really considered are ethical hacking and being a conservation ranger ((Id like to start an environmental group for teens, I think its a great way to connect with yourself and nature)) or go into music

Nationality: Scottish :))

Tagging:

@whumpsorbetism @aceofwhump @ledmixtape @livi-asdfghjkl @appalachianapologies @5000angryspiders @lave-whump @probablyarmedpossiblynot @straight-to-the-pain @lektric-whump @vampirelecter

No pressure! Im pretty new here so I don’t really know many people dhdjsjjs If I didn’t tag you and you see this feel free to do it anyway :)) And sorry if someone already tagged you and I didnt noticr aha

interview tag ! ✨

the rules are to answer questions and tag some blogs you are contractually obligated to know better :)

tagged by @stardustcityhag

gender: she/her

star sign: Taurus

height: 5'3″

time currently: 9:16 PM

birthday: May 17th

favourite band/group(s): Fleetwood Mac, Angus and Julia Stone, Smoke Trees, The Wailin’ Jennys, Tegan and Sara, The Weepies, Heart, The B52s, I could go on and on I’m a total audiophile

favourite solo artist(s): Dolly Parton, Stevie Nicks, City Girl, Renee Fleming, Joyce DiDonato, Susan Graham, Billie Eilish, Ingrid Michaelson, Kacey Musgraves, etc (see above L O L)

last show you binged: Letterkenny! “you’re spare parts, aren’t ya bud?”

when you created your blog: this one I started in last year during quarantine because I had been off Tumblr for quite some time due to life things but now I have aaaaall the time in the world UGH

last thing you googled: cars, I need a new one because I’ve beat my poor old Honda to death 

why i chose my URL: Janeway is BAE, duh

how many people are you following: wouldn’t you like to know ;)

how many followers do you have: don’t know, not that invested in it really, this is all just star trek screaming into the void and I’m happy if literally even one person responds ahahaha

average hours of sleep: at least 7 or 8. this bitch gotta sleep, yo.

lucky number: 4 because it’s such a lovely, even number 

instruments: I play a real mediocre ukulele and I used to be a classically trained singer but if you don’t use it ya lose it apparently

favourite food: sushiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii and also my grandma’s fried catfish and hush puppies

favourite song: at present I can’t get enough of Jenny by Studio Killers, check it out ;)

dream trip: Scotland and Ireland, go see the ancestral homelands

what i am currently wearing: long sleeve t-shirt of my brother’s old college soccer team and some hella expensive (but like. the Most Comfy) yoga pants from Balance Athletica (I will sing their praises til the end of time, y’all go check them out)

dream job: idk man, I keep thinking about going back to school for like. woodworking/carpentry or some shit. I really just wanna make stuff with my hands.

nationality: American

tagging @blackcat2016, @captaincarriekathryncoffee, @setyourphaserstoslutty, @queenology, @mylittleredgirl, and @miralparis but y’all are totally not obligated :*

also anyone else who wants to join!

In light of all the snowy weather my area is having, consider:

Character A, their friends or their team following a trail of bloodied snow to find an injured and lost Character B.

I love little more than watching a dude get his shirt wrestled off him while he struggles to get away

Guess who screwed his fingers going sledging yesterday lmao. Nothing much but I like how the plasters look :))

And you can’t really see it but I did something to my right hand?? Not sure what, but its swollen and pretty sore, must of smacked it. And they seem to have mostly faded but my left hand got all scratched up.

“Now, now, darling- You just keep your pretty lips shut.”

One of my favourite rare/underused whump tropes??

Locked in a freezer.

Especially those kind of ice chests?? Like freezer boxes?? Only just big enough for someone to fit in, not much room to move at all.

Someone beaten and shoved into one of those. The bad guy either locks it or shoves something heavy on top. Our character jolts their back into the lid, realising with horror that it won’t budge. Maybe they’re manhandled in, bound and gagged, praying for their friends to find them.

Or one of those walk in freezers in stock rooms?? Our character is moving some boxes around when whatever’s propping the door open shifts and the door swings closed, locked. Or perhaps our character is fighting our bad guy, who shoves them in and locks the door, making eye contact through the little window before leaving. Or maybe our characters friend or co-worker closes the automatically locking door, without realising someones in there.

Maybe I’ll go on about it another time but I think the concept is pretty niche, I never really see it

Character A is left standing alone in the hallway of the hospital, clothes stained with Character B’s blood.

A feverish Character B leaning into Character A’s cool touch

Leader pushed (reluctant) Caretaker away harshly, shoving them into the wall of the hospital's hallway.

"You don't get to be here, you don't get to show up when it's fucking convenient for you!" Leader shouted, blocking the door to Whumpee's room. "They go missing for weeks and where were you? We finally find them and it takes you days just to come visit!"

"I was- I- I know, Leader. I know," Caretaker said, surrendering in their guilt.

"You know, huh?" Leader scoffed. "Did you know that they called your name when they heard us coming. That they begged us and begged us just to let them see your face, to hear your voice? They trusted you and you abandoned that trust, you abandoned them, you abandoned all of us, Caretaker." Leader turned their back to Caretaker. "You need to think long and hard about your place here, figure your shit out. I don't want to have to do it for you."

Something I enjoy: Person not used to being carried gets carried

Character A enters the dark living room to suppressed whimpers and hitched breaths.

“Character B?? You okay??” They ask, barely able to make out Bs hunched form on the couch.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” B hisses through grit teeth.

Character A furrows their brow before fumbling around for the light switch, flipping it on as they find it.

The first thing they see is Character B slumped on the couch, face a sickly pale shade.

The second thing they see is the wad of paper towels Bs got clutched against their stomach, soaking up an alarming amount of blood.

May I also add: Imagining your favourite characters comforting you or saving you so you feel cared about

fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone

Whumpee played with their fingers anxiously, trying to get the strength to go to Caretaker.

They kept thinking about it. Almost a week ago, the nightmares had them up and screaming. Caretaker had come in, pulling Whumpee to their chest and carding their fingers through their hair, singing them to sleep.

That was some of the best sleep they’d had in a while. The reoccurring nightmares made them crave every single feeling of that night again.

They just wanted to have a peaceful night of sleep.

“Alright Whumpee, I’m heading to bed, you need anything?”

Whumpee was knocked out of their stupor, trying to catch up with what Caretaker said. “W- I’m sorry, what?”

Caretaker gave them a friendly smile. “I asked if you needed anything?” They then came closer, resting their hands on top of Whumpee’s fidgeting fingers. “Is everything alright?”

They opened their mouth, trying to form the words. The worst thing they could say was no, right? It really isn’t, a little voice in their head told them.

“Uh, can...” Whumpee couldn’t bring themself to ask. “Never mind, never mind, sorry to bother you Caretaker. Goodnight.”

Caretaker gently grabbed their arm as they turned. “Hey, what is it? You can ask me anything.”

“Uh, well-“ they took a deep breath. “CanIlaywithyoutonight?”

“Um... a little slower?”

Whumpee swallowed harshly. Then, in a voice no higher then a mumble, they spoke: “my, er, my nightmares are getting really bad. Can- can I lay with you?” Frantically, they added. “It doesn’t even have to be all night, it can be for like, twenty minutes, or you can just say no, it’s-“

They were cut off by Caretaker gently cupping their face. “Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”

Whumpee tried to blink back their tears. “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You could never.” They then grabbed Whumpee’s hand. “You must be tired, come along.” They pulled them into the room, closing the door and turning off the light.

They crawled into the bed, Caretaker holding them in a spooning position, one hand in their hair and the other wrapped around their torso.

Their fingers fan gently through the locks of hair, making Whumpee melt in their fingertips.

“Goodnight Whumpee. I love you.”

The exhaustion of the last few nights quickly caught up to them, making Whumpee’s eyelids heavy. “I love you too.” They were out moments after.

my favorite trope isn’t really “forbidden love.” it’s “strongly disapproved of love.” no one can stop the two characters from being together; it’s not illegal, but, boy howdy, nobody likes it very much.

𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂

cw abuse

Caretaker blaming Whumpee for being weak

Caretaker snapping at Whumpee when they cry

Caretaker telling Whumpee to suck it up

Caretaker forcing Whumpee to exhaust themselves

Caretaker belittling Whumpee

Caretaker exposing Whumpee to their fears

Caretaker mocking Whumpee when they stutter

Caretaker claiming to discipline Whumpee

Caretaker purposefully saying trigger words

Caretaker being kind to everyone but Whumpee

Caretaker telling Whumpee they’re a burden

Caretaker saying they regret saving Whumpee

Caretaker controlling Whumpee in every way

Caretaker taking their anger out on Whumpee

Caretaker deceiving and betraying Whumpee

Caretaker making Whumpee believe they’re delusional

Caretaker denying/ignoring Whumpee’s trauma

Caretaker isolating Whumpee from everyone else

Caretaker forcing Whumpee to confront Whumper

Caretaker rolling their eyes at anxious Whumpee

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Caretaker taking advantage of weak Whumpee

Caretaker telling Whumpee it’s what they owe them

Caretaker telling Whumpee it’s what friends do

Caretaker treating Whumpee like an object

Caretaker drugging Whumpee and having their way with them

Caretaker using a sexually conditioned Whumpee

Caretaker telling Whumpee to show their gratitude

Caretaker helping Whumpee in return for sexual favors

Whump Prompt #552

When the unconscious/injured whumpee gets hauled up/dragged by their collar or suit.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Character A says softly, inching closer with placating hands, “It’s okay, I’m here to help.”

Character B, skittish like a wild animal, attempts to squeeze themself further back into the corner.

i love the term “found family” because it can mean anything from “over the course of our epic adventure we gradually came to realize that we had found the loving home and family we were all searching for in each other” to “i woke up in the same dumpster as this troop of idiots who immediately forcibly inserted themselves into my life despite my loud and repeated objections and increased the amount of problems in it by 200% and it hasn’t even been a week but i’m already prepared to die for every single one of them without a moment’s hesitation”