The Whump Edition

🖤Call me Flick! I write sickfic (mostly emeto) on main @angstyaches. 18+ only please! Read tags and content warnings and stay safe 🖤

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Aaron and Friends Masterlist

Aaron and his Friends have a private island and an online audience of millions.

Unfortunately, Aaron doesn’t have friends. Aaron has playthings.

Welcome, Friendlies.

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Febuwhump (well, half of it)

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Occasional NSFW and dark themes. 18+ only please, minors please don’t interact.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

debris part 1 | part 2 |

Content Warnings: tiny whump, faerie whump, dehydration, sunburn, heat stroke, fever, dry-heaving, stomach ache, headache, exhaustion, human caretaker

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A light trickle of cool water rinses the sand from Shae's body. Gideon handles him gingerly, all too aware of how fragile a thing he is. Fragile...but resilient. Shae has told his him about some of the things he has endured, and survived, and it leaves Gideon in awe. He's never met a human half as brave as the little faerie in his hands.

This can't be it. He has to be okay.

Gideon pats him dry and settles him on a folded towel on the kitchen table. He removes the tattered remains of Shae's clothes and puts a pair of shorts on him.

Shae can't have been out there more than an hour or so, but the sun took its toll. He is badly sunburnt, from the back of his neck to the soles of his tiny feet. His skin is clammy and warm to the touch. His face is flushed with fever, his lips are dry and cracked, and his breathing is raspy and shallow.

But he's breathing.

Gideon brushes the pad of his thumb over Shae's feverish forehead and gives his hair a little ruffle.

"Hang in there, buddy," he whispers.

Slowly and gently he presses a cool, damp washcloth to Shae's hot skin, from head to toe and back up again. He does this a few times, as focused and careful as when he is carving details into a project. Perhaps it's just wishful thinking, but when he's finished, Gideon could swear Shae's skin is a little less red and his breathing a little more steady.

He tries to get Shae to drink some water, but the faerie is still out cold, and the water just trickles down his chin and neck. At a loss for what else to do, Gideon treats his sunburn with aloe gel, wincing sympathetically at how hot and tender the worst spots are. Maybe it's better that Shae isn't awake. As much as Gideon wants to see his eyes open again, he also dreads watching Shae suffer.

To ease that suffering as much as possible, Gideon shuts the curtains to block out the sun and puts the ceiling fan on its highest setting. He drapes the washcloth from before over Shae like a blanket. Then he sits in a chair, rests his chin on his folded arms on the table, and he waits.

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Consciousness returns in a slow, grueling struggle, like walking through water up to the knees. With each step closer to waking, Shae's every instinct urges him to go back, back into the loving embrace of darkness, where nothing hurts. But his mind is in a thick fog, unable to think, let alone control the will of his body. And so he starts to wake.

And awake hurts.

Awake is a headache like a nail driven through his skull. Awake is a parched throat, an aching belly, stinging skin. There are so many horrible feelings at once that he can hardly breathe, overwhelmed by the weight of all of it crashing down on him at once. Moaning, Shae opens his eyes and immediately regrets it. The world spins before him. A strong and sudden nausea stirs in his belly and, though he is in no shape to move, he rolls onto his side and begins to dry heave.

Shae almost blacks out, but then...a familiar voice.

"Shae? Shae? Wait - come on, don't pass out again, you need water..."

Water...

“W…water,” Shae rasps.

Again he opens his eyes, even tries to sit up, but another dizzy spell quickly overtakes him. The too-sudden movement pulls painfully at his skin. He feels set on fire, burning inside and out, from his lungs and throat and eyes to his feverish skin, and worst of all, his sun-ravaged back. Shae is left shuddering and gasping for air, still softly mumbling, "water...water..."

Gideon's voice reaches him again through the haze of pain.

“Shh…it's okay…you're okay…I've got you, Shae…”

Gideon cups a hand behind him and eases him up into a sitting position. Weak and heavy-limbed, Shae can't move, can't even keep his head up on his own to accept the offered water. It's heavenly to his dry lips and throat. He drinks, coughs, drinks some more, relishing the one good feeling in the midst of so much hurt. Gideon brushes some hair from Shae's face with his thumb, and when he's finished drinking Shae presses his warm cheek gratefully into the cool, gentle touch.

The relief is short lived. A sharp pang in Shae's stomach has him groaning again…or maybe it's the incessant headache, or the dizziness, the nausea, the scorching pain of his back…he can't tell anymore. It's all too much. Shae sobs once, unable to even find the strength to cry properly.

“I - ngh - I feel...so sick,” he whispers, his voice as frail and broken as the rest of him.

“I know,” Gideon replies calmly, still petting his hair. “You got way too much sun. I found you in the sand, I thought you were…” he stops short, but Shae hears the unspoken ‘dead’. 

“I feel like I'm dying,” Shae replies miserably.

“You're not,” Gideon insists. “You won't. I know you must feel horrible but you're going to be okay. You have to be.”

Only then does Shae notice - Gideon looks like he's been crying.

Tears build in his own eyes. Still so dizzy, he closes them and sniffles. “ ‘m sorry.”.

“What on earth for?” Gentle fingers brush the tears away, and one fingertip touches Shae's forehead. The touch disappears only a moment, then reappears in the form of a cool, damp cloth dabbing his feverish skin. Shae shivers and sighs.

“I...I ruined our trip.”

“Shae, no. You didn't ruin anything. This wasn't your fault.”

“Shouldn't have…left the house…” Shae's words come out slurred. He's fading fast, though the pain is still too sharp to allow him to truly relax. He coughs weakly, then winces and puts a hand on his stomach, wracked with hunger pangs.

“It wasn't your fault,” Gideon repeats. He eases Shae's hand away and rubs the gentlest little circles onto his belly. "Do you want some medicine?"

"Please..." Shae eagerly accepts the offered medicine. He still makes a face at the bitter taste, which never gets better no matter how many times he takes the foul liquid. Gideon knows this, and is quick to follow it with sips of mango juice that he knows Shae loves. The familiar, comforting taste gives Shae the first glimmer of hope he has felt since waking. When he's finished, Shae sinks back into the cradle of Gideon's hand. He breathes slowly, relishing the caress of those calloused fingers, always so careful not to harm him.

"Better?"

"Mmhmm." He winces again. "But m-my back still hurts..."

"Let me see." Gideon settles Shae's body to lie on his front, apologizing when the movement makes Shae whimper. "Oof...yeah, more aloe."

Shae closes his eyes and clenches his fists while Gideon applies a generous amount of aloe gel to his burns. He flinches at first, but Gideon's touch is light, and soon a cool tingle spreads across his hot skin. Shae releases his breath. His hands relax, then the rest of him from head to toe. The pain isn't gone, exactly, but has calmed to a simmer rather than a boil. The sleep that previously evaded him comes easy now. Shae gives himself over to it without fear.

He's in good hands, after all.

[0idril0]

Nico-The body wins

Okay, so this is.... Something. I wrote the beginnings of this a couple of years ago and was too anxious to post it. It's gross, i'm just warning you. But the thought wouldn't leave my mind so it's written down and maybe someone will want to read it.

There's supposed to be a filler piece between this one and Brian's POV, but I haven't written it yet and I don't know if it'll ever get written so ya'll can have this anyway.

TW:Emetophobia, Bodily Functions

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Consciousness came in waves, knocking Nico in an out of of a sea of darkness. The roar of the world around him blended into the cascade of noises coming from his own body, letting him float between the two states seamlessly.  

Nico could hear his own chest moving, the thick crackle as he breathed in, feel the sharp pain in his throat when he released it in a too quick gasp. God he was so tired...

A wave came to swallow him again, and Nico tried to follow it, to just flow and let it take him away but a sharp tug drew him back. Pain pain… His heart hammered faster in his chest as he fought against his heavy limbs. Trying desperately to just ride the wave of consciousness without letting it destroy him completely…Breathe in....out.... 

His throat clicked as he swallowed a groan, matted hairs clinging to the fabric behind him as he moved his head from the hollow it had created. His neck cracked as he moved, joints that he hadn’t moved in an eternity breaking apart like brittle glass.   

Breathe in.... out....He settled into the familiar mantra as his body throbbed...Can’t make any noise...

The wave of consciousness was rising steadily and he felt a spike of trepidation lance through him as he shifted, crashes of pain overwhelming him. He barely registering the soft surface beneath him as the throbbing in his body clamored for more attention. Fuck...His hands twitched, bandaged fingers clutching at his stomach as he became more aware of the rolling pain. Fuck... His stomach hurt. 

“Heyheyhey, it’s alright Sugar, no need to move.” Fingers caressed his forehead, and he flinched away from the reassurance. The voice was a dull roar, crashing around him like a waterfall and breaking apart in his head before he could parse the meaning of the words.The hand left, settling beside his head, close enough for him to sense but not close enough to be touching. “Shhh... Easy Doll... you’re right here with me...” 

Nico chewed on his cheek, and swallowed thickly around the pooling saliva in his mouth, focused entirely on the pain radiating from his stomach. The pain was familiar but he couldn’t think past the instinctual panic as he shifted again. He needed to get up, move-somewhere- he needed to get up. 

Panting Nico squeezed his eyes closed,  surreptitiously testing his ability to move his hands and arms as his heels dug into the spongy material below him. His hip throbbed with a warning and Nico gasped, silent tears spilling down his cheeks as he rose partially from his recumbent position. 

The person bracketing him in yelped, jostling Nico’s battered body as they flailed in surprise. 

“Whoa, heeey, eeeeasy Darlin’, lay back down, there’s no where to go...” An enormous hand grasped his shoulder, the other cupping his head as a wave of blackness threatened to take him down. He fought it, instinctually grasping at consciousness as his body went limp, slumping back and losing what little ground he’d gained when trying to sit up. His lungs gurgled in his chest as he impacted with the cushioned surface behind him, a wheezing grunt the only sound he made as he collapsed. “It’s okay, it’s okay…” 

Nico froze as he registered the strong hands holding him down, the sharp twitching of his depleted muscles sinking deep into his bones. He took another hitching breath, swallowing a gag as his stomach cramped again. He fumbled at the hand holding him down, eyes rolling in their sockets as he eventually found the mirage that was restraining him, their face a blur in the overwhelming sunlight of the room. 

Please... have to get up... 

“It’s all okay Darlin’... you’re just fine...” the hand didn’t let go of his neck, squeezing the base of his head in a way that made him want to go limp. So he did, bandaged fingers releasing thick wrists even as his face scrunched in discomfort. “Kristy go get Evan- It’s okay Sugar, shhh....” 

Evan? Wha- 

Nico struggled, squinting against the light of the room, eyes unused to interpreting images, unused to constricting against the light. His head rolled, matted hair sticking and pulling against thick fingers as he tried to figure out where he was, what was happening.

He was in a living room?

His surroundings were familiar, a sense of deja vu creeping in on him. 

Nico’s breath hitched as memories started to trickle past the foggy wall in his brain.  He vaguely remembered being at the vets office, overwhelming pain and then a mass of confusing images. Nicos shoulders shook as he sobbed, overwhelmed and confused, the worsening pain in his stomach making him squirm in the gentle hands. 

“Please Nico, Doll, you’ve got to relax, I don’t know what you need—“ 

He knew the rumbling voice was supposed to be soothing but he just couldn’t understand. Arms shaking, he grabbed onto the blurry figure above him, trying to turn away from the hand on his shoulder, gasping and hiccuping as he drug in a hollow breath. 

 “Help-“ his voice crackled around the syllable, and he coughed, a slurry of acidic liquid filling his mouth with a thick gurgle. 

“FUCK!” The hands weren’t gentle anymore, forcing his body into a tight curve that put more pressure on his still cramping abdomen. “Cough it up Nico—“

Something struck his back with a hard whack, and Nico gagged as pain from the blow lanced through him, slime and bile spewing from his nose and clenched teeth.

“Aww fuck Sugar..” a cool hand came up sweep away the matted hair on his brow, carefully tipping his head forward so he couldn’t choke. A clammy sweat broke out on his neck and face, and he gagged again, spots dancing in his limited vision. “Okay… Get it up Doll…” 

He sniffled in misery, gasping around strings of mucous clinging to his face as he hung in limbo. Pain pounded into him and he moaned as his injuries lit up, stomach rolling again. 

“Ohmygod, Clint what the- Ewww!?” 

Nico twitched at the sounds of the new voice, swallowing thickly. “It’s fine Sugar, just Kristy, shhh.... Look, I just need more blankets and stuff-“ 

Please...please let him up...His stomach cramped again when he was shifted, forehead connecting with something warm and solid. He lifted his shaking hand up to clutch at the figure, fingers finding soft cloth and skin. A wet groan rattled his whole frame when his stomach kept cramping, tears sliding down his nose to land on the warm shoulder holding him up, the hand that had come up to cup the back of his head gentle as it held him in place. But it wouldn’t let him tip back when he tried, shushing him when he tried to lift his head, mouth moving silently as he begged. Please...

 “Almost Doll... just let me get you some new blankets, then we’ll get you comfy again...”

Nico shook his head, only understanding that the person he was leaning against wouldn’t let him up. His stomach still hurt, and at this point it was masking the rest of the pain in his body, but he could still feel it, beating him further and further down. 

He couldn’t fight it anymore and sniffled around a wet hiccup when some more of the pain in his stomach eased, warm liquid spreading across his lap to join the contents of his stomach. He sighed, the tight wind of his shoulders loosening slightly, giving more weight over to the person holding him up, grateful when some of the pain lessened.  

“Aww shit-“ the pillar he was leaning against jumped, jostling him as it jerked, like it thought about jerking away from him but changed its mind. It caused a ripple of pain again, previously ignored injuries flaring white hot.

“Nghnnn...” warm tears slipped down his face, eyes fluttering as his body throbbed. He fought to breathe, airways burning and whole body trembling with exhaustion.

“Fuck-Fuck, sorry Darlin’, godbless....” the pillar supporting him held him tighter, cursing as it took all of his weight, their free hand struggling with something cocooning his legs and torso. 

He let his eyes finally open, bloodshot orbs taking in a torso in a ragged shirt, freckled skin visible through slit sides. He took a surreptitious sniff, relying on the sense that hadn’t been taken from him during his captivity. When he couldn’t smell anything, he felt a thrill of fear crawl up his spine and tried again, sniffling weakly. His nose was clogged and running, thick liquid running down his chin from both his mouth and nose. 

“Oh …grossgross…” 

The soft soprano broke through Nico’s lethargy, tearing away some of the delirious shell he’d been in. 

Humiliation flooded through as he realize what happened, the bile and urine coating his stomach and legs a disgusting slurry. The person-cause it was a person- holding him up growled, the powerful rumble resonating in Nico’s chest. “Get the fuck out, NOW!!” 

The terrified yelp as the owner of the voice fled didn’t even register to Nico as he hyperventilated, fear and panic making his heart pound and skip. They were going to be so angry, they were going to make him pay for this, they were- please no- he shuddered, sobbing and coughing as he was laid back down . Convinced he was about to be hurt, Nico fought, Clint’s face swimming in front of him as his eyes went wide with undiluted terror.  

“Look at me Doll face, breathe-“ Clint’s eyes were as wide as his were, hands cupping his cheeks gently, headless of the revolting mess on his face, thumbs sweeping away the tears that trickled down to join the mess. “She’s young and stupid, she’s never taken care of someone who’s sick before, never had that responsibility-“ Clint growled again, and Nico could practically hear his teeth grind as he hid a snarl. “She was not trying to make you feel bad, you did nothing wrong, you’re sick and your body is just trying to get better.”  Clint nodded at him, like he was trying to push the understanding into his very marrow. “You hear me? You focus on getting better, I’m going to take care of you, I don’t care what messes I have to clean up, got it?”

The words were sliding past, barely comprehensible as what little energy he’d had was rapidly consumed by the struggle of being sick and the terror that had flooded him. But Clint face was clear, letting him take a deeper breath, chest rattling. He leaned into the hands on his face as Clint talked, taking in the soft touch. He was still shuddering, lung straining with too quick breaths but Clint’s presence was soothing as he kept talking. “You don’t have to do a thing, just rest for me.... that’s it.... you don’t have to worry about shit, not ever again...” 

Nico’s eyes fell shut as Clint’s calm spread through him, relishing the feeling warm lips pressing against his forehead.

“I’m going to get you cleaned up okay?” 

Nico blinked, owlish and numb. When he didn’t respond Clint rubbed at the corner of his eyes, forcing him to open them wider, his eyes were barely half mast when he grunted, hoping that was enough of an answer for the wolf. 

“I’ve got you Doll, I’ve got you…”

Clint shifted him, supporting him in what felt like the crook of his arm, careful of the wounds on his back as the wolf pulled him closer. A cool wet cloth started on his lips and Nico barely twitched, sinking back down, limp in Clint’s arms. He felt for the tattered remains of sleep, the discomfort from the mess on his face and body washing away under the tidal wave of exhaustion. After the fear of Clint’s reaction it was barely a blip in the pain and discomfort of his other injuries. Clint’s hands were soft against his skin, warm and safe. 

It was easy to fall away and let him catch him. 

[goodwhump-temp]

Allen Walker Whump | D. Gray Man

fellas, is it gay to think all lives are precious?

Ep.01 - Knocked back Ep.02 - Sliced/weapon arm damaged, [Flashback; knocked unconscious], nerve damage, pain (repair), restrained, electrified, nerve pain Ep.03 - Guilt, knocked back into wall x2, kicked Ep.04 - Stabbed, trapped under rubble, weak Ep.05 - Punched, swallowed, body exhausted, blood, weak, crying Ep.06 - Tackled x2, disrespected, onion bombed, crying, insomnia, shot, briefly infected Ep.07 - Traumatized childhood lore, collapse Ep.08 - Captured, tranquilized, weak, emotional Ep.09 - Tinnitus, pain Ep.10 - Hit with icefire blast, unconscious, captured Ep.11 - Pain from ripping out restraints, eye stabbed, hit with icefire blast, briefly unconscious, passes out, protected Ep.12 - Eye pain, slapped, crying, wounds re-appear x2, unconscious, bleeding out, hospitalized Ep.13 - Hospital cont., scared Ep.14 - Tired, sledding crash, hit with snow blast, buried in snow, passes out Ep.15 - Carried, fever Ep.17 - Knocked down, slashed multiple times, arm paralyzed, held pulled, bodyslammed Ep.18 - Stuck in octopus, upset (its not coming off) Ep.19 - Eye shot, pain, weak, bandaged, scared Ep.20 - Freaking out, finger bit, briefly weak (gas), caught in explosion, exhausted Ep.21 - Neck bit, knocked through wall, unconscious, dizzy, trips, pinned, crushed, punched x12, very weak, thrown, unconscious Ep.22 - Thrown out window Ep.23 - Smacked by vines x2, crying Ep.25 - Crying/overwhelmed Ep.26 - Heartbroken Ep.27 - Nausea/nervous, painful childhood lore (flashbacks; sprained ankle, knocked down, depressed, heartbroken, crying) Ep.29 - Knocked down, guilt Ep.30 - Knocked down, talks about mourning Mana Ep.31 - Sneezes x2 Ep.40 - Trips Ep.41 - Starving, shot, briefly infected, scratched Ep.46 - Cold & hungry, hallucinating, knocked down, sliced (saw blades), carried, unconscious Ep.47 - Starving Ep.48 - Knocked down Ep.50 - Knocked down x6, punched Ep.52 - Arm deteriorating, SNATCHED x2 Ep.53 - Consumed, intense pain Ep.54 - Hand bit through, bleeding, arm snapped, extreme pain, tears Ep.55 - Weak, ear bit, extreme pain x100, electrocuted, arm bitten, heartbroken, crying Ep.56 - Arm deteriorating, great pain, impaled, organs threatened, arm broken, choked, arm amputated & destroyed, heart bitten, dying Ep.58 - Heavily bandaged, crying x2, weak/limping, anguish, bleeding Ep.59 - Knocked down, kicked x3, bandages sliced, collapse Ep.62 - Intense eye pain (present and flashback), collapse, Ep.64 - Sliced x6 Ep.66 - Knocked down, depressed, struggling will, punched x2, angry outburst Ep.67 - Eye pain Ep.68 - Intense eye pain x2, collapse, unconscious, nightmare, impaled Ep.69 - Impaled, intense pain, deteriorating, unconscious, carried, weak, tackled, crying, sacrifice Ep.70 - Body cracking, electrocuted Ep.75 - Crying Ep.76 - Headbutted Ep.80 - Spiteful memories, shot by blue bullet Ep.81 - Debt trauma, angry Ep.82 - Depressed, trapped x3, suffocating, thrown, electrocuted, knocked down x2 Ep.83 - Electrocuted Ep.84 - Stunned, (08:10) Ep.86 - Electrocuted, knocked unconscious, arm cracked, bleeding, trapped in vacuum, weak, passes out, impaled Ep.88 - Punched x3, gut-kicked, electrocuted unconscious, engulfed in flames Ep.89 - (09:00) pain, punched, engulfed in thorns, great pain Ep.90 - Super punched x4, very weak, held, knocked down, 6 combo punch, unconscious Ep.91 - Knocked down x3, falls, thrown, heartbroken, bleeding, Ep.92 - Bleeding, angry, weak, uneasy Ep.93 - Uneasy, emotional timcanpy reunion Ep.94 - Hospital, Mana lore Ep.95 - Betrayed/tried for Heresay Ep.96 - Investigated/mana lore Ep.98 - Head squeezed x2, kicked, punched, unconscious Ep.100 - Heartbroken, crying, revolted, scared, intense pain, unconscious, devastated, passes out Ep.101 - Kicked, beaten, weak, seriously injured, bleeding Ep.102 - Knocked down x3, weak, motionsick, uppercutted Ep.103 - Exhausted, crying, pinned, weak/immobile, carried, crying,

HALLOW

Ep.01 - Arm electrocutedly bandaged, arrested, slapped, heartbroken, comforted Ep.02 - Kicked, headbutted, bleeding, possessed; crying, infected, shot x20, unconscious, weak Ep.03 - Weak, punched, stabbed, extreme pain, bleeding, talks about Mana Ep.04 - Dream; stabbed, bandaged, punched, thrown, bleeding, kicked Ep.05 - Pinned, choked, fighting control, bleeding Ep.06 - Mental overload Ep.07 - Angry, punched-ish (19:50), pinned, infected Ep.08 - Guilt, kicked, knocked down x2, body controlled, extreme pain, leg snapped, arm sliced, fighting control, stabbed, serious bleeding, unconscious, transformed Ep.09 - Caught in explosion, bleeding, crying, restrained Ep.10 - Restrained, imprisoned, crying, depressed, fighting control, weak/difficulty breathing, extreme pain Ep.11 - Extreme pain, panic attack, comforted, head grabbed Ep.12 - Hand haywire, scared Ep.13 - [Childhood; after Mana died/unconscious, thrashing, great pain, held down, mental problems, fatherly Cross moments, crying], weak, fighting control

MANGA

Chapt. 211 - Face rubbed painfully, upset Chapt. 212 - Fighting control, weak, crying, passes out, carried Chapt. 225 - Passes out

[iggystarpup]

Ghost Kirby Embroidery (SOLD)

Link to shop here

[darkdumbass]

Mentally I'm stuck in Thriller Bark

[whump-side]

Whumptober 2023 No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.” Blanket | Found Family | “You will regret touching them.”

Two mimirs...

[greelin]

let me dig this bullet out of your shoulder in the most homoerotic way possible. that’s crucial to the healing process. i know what i’m doing

[greelin]

one in your thigh and abdomen as well? say less

[animeguysindistress]

PERSONA 5 the Animation Episode 1

[justwhumpythings]

"Yes please!"

Taskmaster things that sound like whump things - 4/god knows how many

[dramastream]

KIM WOO BIN as 5-8 BLACK KNIGHT (2023) dir. Cho Ui Seok

[i-love-me-a-lotta-whump]

WHUMP LIST LINK

[kaciart]

“W-Wait, please dont…”

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Patreon | Ko-Fi

[ofinkandstardust]

i made a whump wheel

want to beat up a character but don't know how you wanna do it? same here, friend. behold, the whump wheel! it currently has 60 different prompts/tropes on it and is ready for use! 🎉 i...love this thing. it is wonderful for writing exercises. (if you wanna know what's on it before using it, take a peak at the screenshot below)

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Made even better by the fact that every time a selection is made, there’s confetti. 

[anigst]

What I love most in this anime is how protective Tenka is with his little brothers :((

Donten ni Warau (Ep 01)

[anigst]

some Joe whump from the new season (feat. withdrawal symptoms)

Nomad: Megalo Box 2

[whump-or-whatever]

Got any whumps for a workaholic?

I may have some ideas… 🤔

Not getting any sleep either cause they’re busy doing work or they’re too stressed to sleep

Lack of sleep=bags under the eyes, easily confused, headaches, etc.

They either forget to eat or are so anxious about work they don’t feel hungry

Lack of food=chills, lightheadedness, shakiness, potential for fainting, etc.

Shaky hands could mean slip-ups such as spilling coffee, accidentally cutting or burning themself in a lab, and so on

When someone is overworked they don’t operate at peak capacity, so they could end up making a mistake that costs lives (eg. Doctor mixing up patient charts), which results in hella guilt

Workaholic emerging from their workspace after being cooped up for a long time and squinting into the sun, shielding their eyes

Not keeping up with hygiene

Chugging coffee or energy drinks until they’re jittery and yet can still hardly keep their eyes open

Caretaker(s) trying to convince them to take care of themself and get some rest, to no avail

Maybe eventually caretaker(s) has to intervene by force, drag the workaholic away from their task kicking and screaming

Caretaker(s) finding the workaholic collapsed on the floor of their workspace

Maybe they’re using their work to distract themself from other issues

Falling asleep at their work table, resulting in back pain and sore joints/muscles

Increased stress levels could result in anxiety attacks, mental effects from long term exposure to anxiety such as depression, and physical symptoms of anxiety

Deteriorating relationships with the people workaholic cares about as they drift further and further away

Feel free to add!

[whumpster-dumpster]

“May I have a bite, please? J-Just a small one, with your permission…”

“Of course, Whumpee. You can have more than a bite, take the whole plate. I made all this for you.”