Anon With Whumperflies

Hi, hello, my dear friend! This blog is run by a lazy person who gets inspired to write whump stories appropriately once a year. I hope you enjoy!

[anonwithwhumperflies]

! Please, if you see any mistakes, let me know! I’m still learning English and I’m eager to improve my skills :) !

Whumperful menu:

• @mj-iza-writer’s prompt fill (Main ingredients: sickfic, graphic emeto, graphic descriptions of an eye injury):

Part 1, Part 2

• Sweat (Main ingredients: fever whump, delirium):

Read here

• Whump piece (Main ingredients: Sickfic, emeto, reluctant caretaker, nightmare whump):

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (cooking)

[anonwithwhumperflies]

It’s been a while since this blog got anything posted on it, so let’s get rid of some dust over here with the help of nice fresh whump content!

I had a honour to read a new whump story by @meraki24601 recently, called Living Weapon (highly recommend reading this little masterpiece to all the whump lovers here, as well as looking into Meraki’s other writing!), and had a sudden art inspiration.

So here it is!: (Tw: blood, injury)

[anonwithwhumperflies]

A doodle of a sick Victorian-style Whumpee :)

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Whump piece. (Part 2)

Part 1

****

They were in the bathtub at home, people outside the bathroom were chatting, vague sounds of something being cooked could be heard. There were faces of others and yet they were alone in the bathroom, there were too-small and too-big bottles of shampoo, towels and cleaning supplies were floating in the air and yet at the same time stayed firmly in place. Was it dark or was it unbearably bright? They couldn’t tell for sure. The water was crystal clear, they could see their own legs perfectly. Were they wearing shorts? Why would they do that, who in their right mind bathes with clothes still on?

Then, they spotted something in the water, multiple somethings, green and reddish and whitish flecks of colour were moving there. The worms were quickly multiplying and spreading in the water, no matter how much they squirmed and tried to jump out of the bathtub. Then, the first few worms touched their bared skin and… started seeping underneath. They screamed and thrashed around, unable to leave the water, resulting only in more worms interacting with their skin. Someone behind the door laughed…

***

Whumpee jolted awake and abruptly sat up in bed, feeling sick to their stomach. They kicked away the duvet and frantically looked over themselves, their skin still itching in places where phantom worms disturbed it. Only after they were sure no other living creature was in bed except for them, Whumpee dared to slowly close their eyes again. Images of water and flecks of colour moving in it aroused in their mind…

A few moments later Whumpee was hovering over their sink, gagging. Their stomach was churning and they could feel something stuck in their throat. Whumpee heaved again, bringing nothing but bile and saliva. They winced at the burning sensation, taking a moment to take a shaky breath. Their eyelids were burning and they felt slightly lightheaded, a dull headache making itself known right behind their unfocused eyes. Whumpee squinted and slowly raised their head to look at their own reflection in the mirror, their knuckles going white from how hard they were gripping the edge of the sink. Oh, they didn’t feel well. Whumpee swallowed through the persistent nausea and breathed noisily through their nose. That unmistakable dull ache deep inside Whumpee’s joints made them frown and put the back of their hand to their forehead. Were they… feverish? With a groan Whumpee rubbed their eyes. Why them? Gods, and they were foolish enough to offend Caretaker earlier, now they will have to deal with this alone, and they didn’t want to, they are always miserable when sick, and they can’t function when they are miserable! Stupid! If only they filtered their comments…

With this grim train of self-hating thoughts Whumpee made their way to the kitchen, fumbling with the light switch for a second, then wincing as the sudden bright light made their irritated eyes hurt. They poured themselves a glass of water and took a few small sips, mindful of their lingering nausea.

Two full mugs of now cold chamomile tea were still standing on the table. The sight of them made Whumpee feel a new, very different type of pain in their stomach. For a split second they contemplated calling Caretaker to apologise, but then their eyes landed on the clock. Uh, perhaps four in the morning wasn’t the greatest time for such dialogues.

Whumpee sniffed and coughed, rubbing their aching chest. Right, they need to check their temperature first.

Eventually, after all the fussing and searching for the thermometer, Whumpee settled on the tiny couch in the kitchen (they didn’t feel up to going back to bed and awaiting worms, just not yet), a thermometer under their armpit and a blanket on their shoulders. They were mindlessly scrolling through some stuff on their phone, not actually reading or watching anything, just to have something to pass the time. When their eyes started burning and they started feeling nauseous from the flashy images, Whumpee sighed and put their phone away. After enough time had passed, they took the thermometer and squinted to see the tiny numbers. 37.9 degrees Celcium (100,22 degrees Fahrenheit). Hey, that’s not too bad, after all they had worse, Whumpee reassured themselves as they put the thermometer away.

The rest of the night they spent in a fitful sleep, half-sitting on the same couch as before, waking up a few times to a persistent cough they couldn’t shake off.

***

At about 8 am Whumpee was heading down the street to a nearest pharmacy. When they woke up, they quickly realised they felt worse than they did yesterday, the cough seemed to take a deep hold in their chest. Sadly, they also ran out of any cough medicine. So now, the only thing Whumpee could do to ease at least a little bit of their own misery was to put on two layers of clothes and a scarf big enough their face didn’t scare passerby. They suppressed another painful cough and rubbed their shoulders. They were starting to feel chilly… That fever was definitely rising.

Whumpee cursed their luck and, coughing in their hand, quickened their pace. Just a few more streets and they reached the pharmacy, they could surely do that. Right?

By the end of the route, Whumpee was stumbling, receiving side glances from the strangers who no doubt thought they were either drunk or high. They just… couldn’t get enough air. Now, Whumpee didn’t bother hiding their cough, they swayed and braced their arm against the nearest wall, doubling over. Whumpee’s lungs felt like they were on fire, and the coughs soon turned wet. They… they needed air, fast. Whumpee tried to gulp the air in between violent fits of coughing, but they couldn’t, and the panic started slowly seeping through their being. They felt tears welling up in their eyes, black spots were dancing in their vision. Numbness started spreading through Whumpee’s body as they tried and failed to get at least a little bit of precious air inside of their spasming lungs.

Then, there was movement in their vision, and suddenly they weren’t standing anymore. Whumpee felt a slight pang of pain as their head collided with the pavement, but the wave of numbness quickly swept over them. There were sounds, many sounds. And flecks of colour, red and blue, just like the worms in their dreams…

——————

P. S.: The worms Whumpee was dreaming about (A few types of planaria worm)

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Whump Piece. (Part 1)

Part 2

The too-bright artificial lights of staff’s bathroom burned Whumpee’s eyes even through their closed eyelids, as they leaned heavily against the pristine white sinks. They left their lab once all of the research reports started swimming in front of their bloodshot eyes, in hopes a quick splash of cold water would return them back to their usual self. Needless to say it didn’t, and a five minute break turned into a fifteen minute one. Gods, they had so much to do, they had to get themselves back together.

Whumpee sighed heavily, opened their eyes and straightened their back. Black spots were now dancing in from of them, a telltale sign of a rapid blood pressure drop. They swallowed loudly and grabbed the edge of the sink with white-knuckled grip. Wonderful, now they feel nauseous too. No, that way the report would never be done.

Fifteen more minutes later Whumpee was fumbling with their belongings and shooing away their concerned lab assistant.

Seven more minutes later they were leaning heavily against the wall of an (luckily) empty hallway, breathing hard through a new wave of nausea and going through the contacts on their phone with shaky hands. They hated what they were about to do, but, unfortunately there was only one person close enough to them, who could drive them home.

“Caretaker?” Whumpee croaked once the person on the other side took the phone call, “I need…”, they took a few shallow breaths and swallowed slowly, “…need you to drive me home…”

Whumpee didn’t remember what concerned answer they got exactly, nor did they remember how exactly did they get inside a car, heavily supported by someone else’s arms.

….

“You ruined my day off, you know that?”, Caretaker huffed as they caught swaying Whumpee once again and readjusted their firm grip on the latter.

“Didn’t have to pick up the phone call then,” Whumpee muttered in reply as they fumbled with their keys.

After they both entered the flat, Whumpee pushed Caretaker away weakly and clumsily took off their shoes. Caretaker followed suit and headed straight to the kitchen. They took a note of the relative neatness Whumpee kept their flat in, before unapologetically opening the fridge only to get mildly disappointed at the absence of its contents.

A few moments later Whumpee entered the kitchen, their work clothes changed to much more mundane t-shirt and sweatpants. The change of surroundings seemed to make them a bit more lively.

“But still, thanks to the big heart of yours, you were kind enough to come to my rescue and save me from my misery,” Whumpee added in a sarcastic voice as they watched how Caretaker goes through their cupboard as if they were at home.

“Oh yeah? I don’t even know why I’m the one caretaking you, it’s your job that’s connected with medical shit, not mine!”

“I’m a microbiologist…”

“Er, whatever, pay-check’s still just as bad,” they glanced around the room with a skeptical look, “I have no idea how you even managed to buy this flat, judging by your appearance you probably sold your kidney or something.”

Whumpee’s patched lips curled into a fake smile, “You see, my parents love me enough to satisfy my every whim, supporting me financially is a clear example. Unlike yours, I suppose.”

Oh, maybe in the end they did cross the line a little bit. Heavy silence followed the careless comment, only interrupted by a quiet ticking of the old clock. Caretaker has turned their head away, and yet Whumpee could still get a glimpse of their suddenly darkened gaze. The tension stood thick between the two of them, the seconds seemed to go by agonisingly slow. Finally, the silence was broken by a high-pitched whistle of a kettle. Caretaker stood up to pour the scalding water into two mugs and then threw two teabags into them, while Whumpee let out a sigh they didn’t even know they were holding. A mug of piping hot chamomile tea (was it really theirs? They didn’t even remember buying a package of one) appeared in front of them, and Whumpee took their time staring at the tiny chipped fragments of its rim, instead of looking into Caretaker’s eyes.

They only raised their head when they realised Caretaker didn’t sit back at the table, instead pulling their jacket off the back of the chair and hastily putting it on.

Whumpee sprung up from their own chair, an apology stuck in their throat, only to be immediately stopped by Caretaker’s cold gaze.

“I have to go,” they said I a dull voice, then turned their back to Whumpee and added, without looking at the latter, “Don’t think I truly care about you. It’s just a matter of keeping appearances.”

Whumpee stayed frozen in silence, even their front door closed shut. Stupid, they thought. Stupid, arrogant bastard. Family was a painful topic and they knew it well enough, why the hell didn’t they bite their own tongue in time?

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Book thief snippet:

Tw: an unspecified gun wound

Ah, spring! Perhaps one of the best times of the year. When earth slowly wakes up from its snowy slumber, the trees grow back their shiny, emerald leaves, the birds start singing serenades just outside the window and the sun caresses everything with its warm beams… Truly a great time for a nice walk in the woods and a deep breath of fresh air.

Unfortunately, Thief didn’t get the chance to enjoy such a walk; they were much more preoccupied with running, jumping over the fallen logs and ducking under the dark spruce branches. The distant sound of barking grew uncomfortably stronger, as the hunting hounds were finally catching up, and it forced Thief to speed up. Their lungs were burning with each frantic breath, and their heart felt like it was going to burst out from their rib cage. They are being chased, hunted just like some sort of a wild animal… What a shame! And the very reason for that was bundled up in a piece of cloth and hidden inside Thief’s bag. It was a small, intricately decorated book, with silk underside, tiny gems and golden lettering on its cover, something that one would consider a real piece of art. And this beauty, hidden away in a lonely widow’s house had been gathering dust for gods know how many years. Thief was doing everyone a favour by stealing it, they really were! Who knew that the widow’s sons had decided to visit her today? And that they had brought hunting guns with them!?

They saw the clearing in front of them and nearly cried out in relief. There, an old statue and a ditch! The widow’s territory ended there, which meant that her sons had to stop their mad chase. Just a few more steps…

A loud ‘bang’ shook the air. Thief stumbled, ears ringing. They…couldn’t feel their legs all of the sudden. The ground under them shifted, and they suddenly found themselves falling. Everything — the barking and the hunters’ voices — sounded muffled, as if being far away. Thief hit the cold ground. The impact resonated deep within their bones, knocking the air out of their lungs. They convulsively gasped for it, desperate to get just a bit of the precious oxygen in their bruised and burning lungs. A disgusting sight. The warm blood soaked the cold ground under their body, turning into a messy reddish-black mud. They hardly felt hot tears running down their cheeks. It hurts, and they couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t—… No, no…no! They…they couldn’t just go like this. Like some kind of a prey animal.

[whumpschild]

He's stubbern as always.

[anonwithwhumperflies]

A little dusting of the blog. At least now it’s more presentable

[just-a-space-rabbit]

Find your villainous rival! Tag game

I made my first quiz, so here is a little tag game. Take the quiz and share the results then tag someone else!

also, super thank you to @thepenultimateword for helping me with some questions and stuff 😊✨

A hero is only as great as their villain. So! It’s time to find out. Who is your villainous rival?

tagging (no pressure✨): @heroes-villains-side-blog, @hufflepuffwritingstuff2, @puddleslimewrites, @tratieisdabest, @rainy-knights-of-villany

[heroes-villains-side-blog]

While I'll probably be Kuzco if this happens:

AWWWWWWW!!!!!!! <3<3<3<3<3

Found family is the best!!!

@surplus-of-sarcasm @chaoticgoodthief @eahravinqueen @world-of-fire-and-flight-admin @nixylubouv and... @just-a-space-rabbit because I see they didn't tell us their own result 👀

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Of course I get the traumatic angsty one because it's in my blood, babyyy

Tagging:

@faytelumos @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @sunnynwanda @justalittlecorrupted @deckofaces @those-damn-snippets

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

...Yeah that tracks

Thanks for the tag Nat! And Space Rabbit, this quiz was really fun!

@rainy-knights-of-villany @thelazywitchphotographer @but-is-it-whumpy @lilywolfgray and anyone else who'd like to play!

[thelazywitchphotographer]

i just... the way this is so true haha

thanks Huffle and Space Rabbit <3

@creweemmaeec11 @watercolorfreckles @serickswrites @fa1rie @laffy-taffy-creations @kaleidoscope-of-thoughts and anyone else who wants to play!

[fa1rie]

this is- ridiculously accurate???! even though I would probably be close to ripping my hair out daily, watch me fall for this villain lol

thank youu aurora!! :DD

@mj-iza-writer, @bedtime-scenarios, @sunnynwanda, if you guys would like to play!

[mj-iza-writer]

Just can't leave me alone stinkin Whumper.

@anonwithwhumperflies @watermeezer @electrons2006 @expressionless-fr anyone else who wants to join in... just have fun.

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Mmm. Interesting.

Tagging @lawrencespen1777, @fallenwhumpee :) If you are up to it, of course!

[oursaviorkellinquinn-deactivate]

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

[fruitisthenewvegitable]

Ragnarock ||: The Calling, by The Mechanisms :D

@toris-the-odd-thing @jane-crow @toomanyfandomsorkinafs @aggressivenesswhilecrying @humanteethmarksonhumanbone :DDD

[humanteethmarksonhumanbone]

H O TT O GO YOU CAN TAKE HOT TO GO

HOT TO GO! by chappell roan :3

@silly-lil-scribbles @justbugsnstuff @encryptidarchivist @mechanical-v1scera @futuristicreviewdelusion

[drowninginredink]

Be Nice to Me by The Front Bottoms

[thehistoryone]

Riddle of the sphinx by the mechanisms

@foxy–stoat @yonderghostshistories @literary-lesbian @a4chocolate @memorial-sewer

[yonderghostshistories]

I Got My Mind Set On You by George Harrison

@commonguttersnipe @knoxoverstreet16 @unrealcorvus @moccason @right-stopthat-its-silly

[commonguttersnipe]

Rainbow Connection by Kermit the Frog.

@plasticsoulder @sirrobinsminstrel @gazeboo @loretta-dont-you-oppress-me @lastseptembersunsets

[loretta-dont-you-oppress-me]

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage

@amagnificentobsession @angelina-rib-shack @angelo-chuck-wagon

[amagnificentobsession]

Telephone - Electric Light Orchestra

@ellietheduck @pissylittlebirdboy @the-metatron

[goldenchips]

The house md intro

[minty-fresh-toothpaste]

Lysergide daydream - will wood

@tap3wormm @the-bitchinest @please-im-a-star @nahokura

[the-bitchinest]

rats- ghost

WHICH IS WEIRD UTS NEVER BEEN MY FAV

@fairydelusions @american-dream-denial @xeoadri @teliathetv

[ari-the-woof]

nice nice- dazey and the scouts

(rats is actually so real dude)

@imsotallsettos @standard-human @plutos134340 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @wizardiest-wizard-of-oz @wielderofthechainsaw @saltosu @kayneshadow561

[wizardiest-wizard-of-oz]

it’s currently great expectations from the outsiders because I got super hyperfixated on it yesterday

tags - @boredsoup @milolovesbmc @myeoomski @fishcow99 @sondheim-girly

[sellingbonesforsapphirestones-d]

Achilles come down - gang of youths

@nanochittle @four-leafed-queer-gal @garden-of-runar

@lils-ki @margaret-the-duck @quintessentially1 @bisexual-bat

[nanochittle]

I / me / myself - Will Wood

I’m literally listening to it on spotify rn so yeahh

@shakespeare-official-account @theetherealraphael @darthpastry (haven’t talked to you in a while now, how are you?)

[electrons2006]

Dancing with our hands tied : Taylor swift

@fandom-trash-goblin @laurenhufflepuff2 @mj-iza-writer @a-living-canvas @sleepingkittyonatram @shestrying

[mj-iza-writer]

Oh geesh, I haven’t had a song stuck in my head for a while. I think a song that randomly gets stuck up their is Masterpiece by Motionless in White though. I can’t think of any others right now.

@watermeezer @anonwithwhumperflies @monarchthefirst @generic-whumper

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Cancan by the composer Jacques Offenbach. Please, dear brain, I wanna sleep.

@fallenwhumpee @lawrencespen1777

[letrayofash]

What kind of frog are you?

*not my quiz

npt: @juniperberrypipebomb @thelycanwitch @freelancing-mycologist @zipthegreat @glitchyycatt @niredsw @hefkerut @emo-space-wizard @karkat-homestuck-vantas @p-r @im-too-emotionally-involved

[glitchyycatt]

@casuallydyinginthecorner @theylovewinnie @yannig @rabbityfrogs @party-in-the-ipa @onetimemacaroni

[onetimemacareblogs]

NOW THIS. THIS IS MY KIND OF QUIZ

@leafgorge

[leafgorge]

it says that we have to take a nap together the rules are the rules

no pressure tags: @reinagony @ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face @dollettebambi

[thecrazyalchemist]

Me? Smol boi? Fine

But no nap yet

No pressure tags + open tags:

@alchemicalwerewolf @amethyst-aster @anna-is-bored @annotated-catastrophe @anotherhumanperson @be-gentle-with-littluns-2

@bleep-bloop-boo @breadismylifeline @chocolate-cake-enthusiast @coswinx @dragonerd8224

@dumbass---tm @green-001 @homelessnerd @the-stars-ar3-with-us @ima-bellwoo

@loki-god-of-mischief-13 @mun-urufu @onetimemacaroni @orion--tt @passtheranchpls

@raylaismad @rosiiclouds @sketchy-potato @supermilkshakebanana @that-dam-heartstopper-fan

@thebookshelflord @thehumandictionary @theoncelee @twordishdragon @unstableunicornsofasgard

[electrons2006]

@hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @mj-iza-writer

@a-living-canvas @unforgivenn

[mj-iza-writer]

KeroKero

@anonwithwhumperflies I need to know what frog you are. @expressionless-fr and @watermeezer too. Please and thankyou.

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Mmm. Okay. Cool

@mj-iza-writer, thank you for the tag!

Tagging … @fallenwhumpee ? It’s becoming a tradition. You might already quietly hate me :)

[whump-tr0pes]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

Athena-core was fun to search 😍

I tag @newbornwhumperfly @grizzlie70 @butwhatifyouwrite @sapphoslibrary @wildfaewhump @deluxewhump

[wildfaewhump]

ooh athena-core looks so goooood

lmao i haven't been on pinterest in ages and the algorithm didn't know what to do with me or with vic core

no-pressure tags for @for-the-love-of-angst @redwingedwhump @ashintheairlikesnow and anyone else who wants to!

[for-the-love-of-angst]

Oh that fits you so well, Vic! 😂

@flowersarefreetherapy @oddsconvert @gottawhump @cepheusgalaxy @winedark-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Thx for the tag!!

Tagging w/o pressure!: @whumble-beeee @quietly-by-myself @pigeonwhumps @generic-whumperz @there-will-always-be-blood @forthetaintedsorrow-whump

[generic-whumperz]

Thankx for tha tag! 💜

What in the Midwest emo meets liminal space is this?! That’s what I get for using a name like “Generic” lmao.

No pressure (& open as always!) tag @3-2-whump @whumped-by-glitter @whumpyourdamnpears @mj-iza-writer @whumpty-dumpty-doo

[mj-iza-writer]

Sounds fun. MJcore.

Oh geesh... which to tag now. Open tags, I would love to see everyone's. These are who I've recently talked to in the last little bit. @sunglasses-in-the-bentley @electrons2006 @anonwithwhumperflies @skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr @a-living-canvas

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Thank you for the tag, @mj-iza-writer! :) So here are my pics:

Tagging: @fallenwhumpee , @lawrencespen1777 and you guys: @whumpbug @seth-whumps , @meraki24601 , @whumpwillow

[mereelskirata]

Get to know me tag game

Rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with.

Tagged by the lovely @hastalavistabyebye and @whiskygoldwings <3

Favorite color : Blue

Last song : Spotify says it's The Summoning by Sleep Token

Currently reading : Colorless by KENT

Currently watching : A vod of CohhCarnage playing The Calamity Mod for Terraria, and House of the Dragon

Currently craving : Either cheesecake or mint ice cream

Coffee or tea : Peach Tea!

A hobby you would like to try : Watercolour painting or clay modelling

An AU/Alternate universe you've been plotting for : I have quite a few, but the ones I have worked most on: a No O66 AU where Wolffe builds his own home after the war (this one I would like to finish one day) and Royalty!QuinFox

NPT : @serri-i @the-starry-seas @rooksunday @starwarsanthropology @bladelei

@aerjnn @coffeeandbatboys @i-eat-worlds @brokenphoenix99

[i-eat-worlds]

thanks for the tag!

Favorite color: #00CCCC

Last song: idk but it was from What Happened To The Heart

Currently reading: The Hundred Years’ War on Palestine

Currently watching: Various documentaries about unethical plastic surgery practices

Currently craving: Rammen, spaghetti + meatballs, carrot cake, sushi, a whole charcuterie board, and an entire sleeve of soda crackers (I had surgery and have been on a liquid diet lol)

Coffee or tea: Water!

A hobby you would like to try: Aerial silks! Or maybe a sling. It looks so fun.

An AU/Alternate universe you've been plotting for: The Alex and Friends Platonic Omegaverse AU. (For some reason it won’t leave my brain) and some Sabidala Padmé lives! AU. As a reward for when I finish clonebang (and starcross)

Tagging: @pigeonwhumps @snaillamp @whumpacabra @wounds-seen-and-unseen @whumped-by-glitter

@cepheusgalaxy @king-chaos-world @4th-dimensional-writer @smellofsnoww @theres-whump-in-that-nebula

[snaillamp]

Tag game!!!!!

Favourite colour: Blue

Last song: Šta Bih Ja - Joker out

Currently reading: Maus - Art Spiegelman

Currently watching: My university lectures and Kaiju No.8

Currently craving: The fried chicken I had on Monday

Coffee or tea: Coffeeeee

A hobby you would like to try: Muscle building

An AU/Alternate Universe you’ve been plotting for: I have a joke AU where Enjar is a merman and he’s called Fishjar

Tags:

@syncopein3d @friendlesscat @fallenwhumpee @whumpprentice

[fallenwhumpee]

Thank you for the tag snail <3

Favourite colour: Red, blue and anything between.

Last song: Star wars main theme— orchestra was playing it on TV

Currently reading: Foundation's Edge

Currently watching: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Currently craving: soufle. Gimme all the chocolate.

Coffee or tea: Black coffee.

A hobby you would like to try: Stargazing

An AU/Alternate Universe you’ve been plotting for: Nothing for my own fics, but I've got two sw fix-its on ao3

If anyone is interested:

@porschethemermaid @roblingoblin285 @leafywritingwhump @anonwithwhumperflies @chaoticdreamers-world

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Thank you for tagging me! :)

• Favourite colour: Dark green and yellow, I think

• Last song: Soundtrack from the movie ‘Isle of Dogs’ (I’ve never watched it by the way, just came upon the list of soundtracks from it on YouTube.)

• Currently reading: Theatre by William Somerset Maugham

• Currently watching: ‘Midsomer murders’, ‘The Boy and the Heron’, ‘Game of Thrones’.

• Currently craving: Mmm, I don’t know actually. Maybe some fresh pineapple?

• Coffee or tea: Tea for sure! I can’t live a day without tea :)

• A hobby you like to try: Horticulture, hiking, birdwatching

• An AU/Alternate Universe you’ve been plotting for: Since I’ve never actually written down my story or posted it online, there’s no point of plotting for an AU

If you have some spare time: @mj-iza-writer , @lawrencespen1777 , @meraki24601

[starry-eyed-wild-child-deactiva]

TAG GAME: two fictional characters that make you go "omg it's me!"

randy meeks (scream)

charlie walker (scream 4)

tagging: @taintandviolent @fear-is-truth @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @marchsfreakshow @slutforgarlogan @slvt4jamesmarch @lacucarachapisser

[for-the-love-of-angst]

Numbah 5 (codename: kids next door)

Allura (Voltron: legendary defender)

Gonna taaaag @flowersarefreetherapy @cepheusgalaxy @flailingfrog @cosmic-deeds-undone @winedark-whump @noirineverysense @oddsconvert @gritpyre aaaaand @ocean-blue-whump

[flowersarefreetherapy]

JD (Heathers)

Rodimus Prime (IDW Transformers: Lost Light)

Tagginggggggggg @eatyourdamnpears @whumble-beeee @generic-whumperz @there-will-always-be-blood

annnnnnnnnnd @pigeonwhumps

[eatyourdamnpears]

Ruby Daly || Quasimodo

two isolated people who have such a deep hatred of themselves from what they were exposed to as children that are actually incredibly kind and lovable and powerful in their own ways, despite being incredibly awkward due to lack of socialization? yeah, that’ll do it

tagging @generic-whumperz and @torture-themed (I forgot your main I’m sorry babe 😭)

[generic-whumperz]

(Thanks @flowersarefreetherapy & @eatyourdamnpears for the tag! 🫶)

GOD THIS IS SO HARD because I don’t usually see myself in characters. But conceptually, these two weirdos who live on the fringes of society but in very different ways, partake on solo missions, and get shit done. They are part of a team, but like, also not? Idk, relatable.

Unproblematic answer: Obi Wan (rolls with the punches, deals with shit as it happens and acts like he isn’t bothered by it, reliable and dependable—the bitch you call for backup, a fucking G, knows what up, your favorite uncle, is in my intro gif post)

Problematic answer: Rorschach (angry child, slightly insane, obsessive, misanthropic, anonymous, vigilante, ginger, anti-hero asexual who is committed to the bit and does what the fuck he wants)

Open tag & tagging @3-2-whump @mj-iza-writer

[mj-iza-writer]

Thankyou @generic-whumperz for the tag 😊

I won't lie this one took some thought. I guess I've never thought about it. I think these two might be good.

Both grew up with overprotective parents. They both had a sense of wanting to get away.... to be free... go on adventures.

I'm waiting to either blow up and let it all out like Elsa did, then run away to a different place. Or, for someone to come along, love me for me, and take me on adventures with them.

I'm okay with either.

I'm also a bit of a loner and have deep connection to nature and the elements like Elsa.

Then I have a more alternative style like Mavis.

I'm tagging: @anonwithwhumperflies , but would love to see anyone else as well.

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Thank you, @mj-iza-writer, for tagging me! :)

Well, I’ve been thinking about it for almost all day, and…

I think I’ll go with Ségolène from French comedy “Serial (bad) weddings’ as one of the characters, because, to be honest, I tend to get extremely emotional and sensitive. I also like drawing strange things, which other people sometimes call weird.

The second character choice is a little bit silly, but… when I was a child I used to relate myself with Sparkle. Mainly because I was a little nerdy sometimes and loved learning about all the different things around me.

Tagging @whumpurr . If you don’t mind, of course!

[anonwithwhumperflies]

@mj-iza-writer , if you are still interested…👉👈

Here’s part 2 for you:

Part 2.

The heavy snow flakes were falling from the rapidly darkening sky, turning into cold mush under the hot tyres of numerous cars and boots of endless pedestrians, all of them rushing somewhere. The glowing outdoor sighs of shops, the traffic lights and the city lights, even the sounds of the city life — everything seemed to turn into one big blur, shrouded with the veil of unreality.

Caretaker raised the collar of their coat higher and cursed quietly, marching on. The damn weather… Their day had been long and tiresome, and they had genuinely hoped for a nice quite evening in their dearest sibling’s cozy flat, however the fate clearly had other plans for them. Of course, Caretaker couldn’t blame Whumpee for ruining their evening, no — the poor thing rarely bothered anyone with their problems, especially when it concerned their health, which means they must be indeed ill (if not on the verge of death); they just… a lot of things happened in a day, and Caretaker was a little bit on edge. That is why they took a few deep breaths as they rounded the corner, and Whumpee’s block of flats appeared in their sight — a sad-looking old grey building, with broken bottles of cheap alcohol scattered nearby the entrance, now half-hidden under the fresh snow and only slightly glistening under the street lamp light. Caretaker could vaguely hear the drunken laughter. Just in case, they put their hand inside the coat’s pocket and felt for their keys, calming down a little bit after touching the metal.

Whumpee lived on the last, fifth floor of the building. Which had been quite a disappointment for Caretaker, taking into consideration the fact that the building did’t have the elevator (although, judging by the general condition of the house, where was quite a possibility of caretaker getting stuck in it, in case there had been one). After finally making it to Whumpee’s flat, Caretaker paused, regaining their breath, before knocking on the door.

A few minutes passed. They knocked again. Then, finally, the old door creaked open, revealing Whumpee leaning heavily against the doorway. Caretaker quickly looked over them, taking in their unnaturally pale and sweaty skin, matted hair, which covered their eyes, chapped lips and their occasional shivering. Such a miserable creature.

“You came…”, Whumpee half-whispered, dry lips stretching into some kind of a relieved smile. They opened their mouth to say something else, but then they suddenly clamped a hand over it, abruptly turned around and made a dash towards the bathroom.

“W-wait!”, surprised, Caretaker ran in the same direction Whumpee did the second they heard unmistakable sounds of gagging. Just as they rounded the corner and entered the cramped bathroom, Caretaker was met with quite an unpleasant sight: Whumpee, slumped over the toilet and clutching the porcelain with whitened knuckles, was heaving and gagging so hard, that even the sound seemed painful. Caretaker grimaced.

“Whumpee—…! U-uh… Do you… Do you need any help? A glass of water, maybe?”, the only answer to Caretaker’s nervous chatter was a hoarse moaning, “O-okay, a glass of water then. I’ll-I’ll be right back. Please don’t die here.”

With that, they quickly left the bathroom and found the kitchen, which didn’t take long: Whumpee’s flat is, after all, quite small. Caretaker glanced over the pile of empty takeaway boxes and cans in the corner as they made their way to the water pitcher. Someone definitely needs to improve their diet. They filled the glass with water from the pincher and, after thinking for a second, grabbed the half full bag of crackers from the cupboard.

When Caretaker returned back to the bathroom, Whumpee was sitting on the edge of the tub with tightly closed eyes. They somehow looked even paler then before, almost reaching a shade of gray. The only thing that indicated that Whumpee was still alive was the slight, uneven rise and fall of their chest.

“Hey,” Caretaker stepped forward and gently brushed Whumpee’s shoulder. Whumpee opened their eyes a little at the touch and looked at the glass of water Caretaker had been offering to them. They took the glass in their shaking hand and slowly (with Caretaker’s help, of course, because they didn’t trust Whumpee to not accidentally spill everything on them) raised it to their lips, taking a few small sips.

A few moments passed in silence, Whumpee drinking and Caretaker supporting the glass.

“I’m cold,” Whumpee suddenly interrupted the silence with their quiet, hoarse voice, startling Caretaker. They put the glass on the tile floor and helped Whumpee up, noticing that, indeed, the latter was shivering slightly.

“We’ll get you to bed, let me just—”, as Caretaker’s and Whumpee’s eyes accidentally met, Caretaker falls silent. Almost half of Whumpee’s left eye was covered in blood. It rimmed their hazel iris, spreading even farther, under their eyelid. Caretaker felt sick.

Whumpee, finally realizing the reason for such a reaction, said, “Oh, you see… I must have broken my blood vessels while vomiting. Er, before you came. It doesn’t hurt, though. It’s okay, don’t worry,” then they thought for a second and added, with a smile in their voice, “I was scared too, when I saw it.”

“Are you sure? This does not look good in the slightest,” Caretaker replied, still staring at them. Even if Whumpee had assured them they felt fine, Caretaker still made a mental note to suggest a visit to a doctor later.

Whumpee nodded and wrapped their hands around themselves, feeling that their teeth are starting to chatter, “Caretaker, I’m so cold. Please. Bed.”

“Oh, right, I’m sorry. Here, let me help you,” Caretaker wrapped their arm around Whumpee, supporting their weight, “My, you are shaking like a leaf!”

With that, they made it to Whumpee’s bedroom, Whumpee leaning heavily on Caretaker’s side. They collapsed on their bed, sucking air through their chattering teeth. Oh, how cold they were all of the sudden. Caretaker tucked them in, wrapping the quilt around the shivering lump. They were thinking of making some hot tea for Whumpee, when they suddenly heard a hushed whimper behind them. They whirled around, hand hovering over the trembling blanket.

“Whumpee?”, Caretaker cautiously called, uncertain of what to do. Were they crying? Was it something Caretaker did? Or maybe they felt nauseous again? Gods, what was it? “Whumpee, dear, what is it? Are you hurting?”, ‘well, of course they are hurting, you idiot’, Caretaker mentally slapped themselves, realizing what they had just said, ‘they’ve been puking their guts out ten minutes ago’. Receiving no answer, Caretaker tentatively touched the shuddering blanket lump. Whumpee didn’t push them away, so Caretaker started gently stroking their back

“I just…I don’t feel good…”, Whumpee sobbed. Their face was hidden under all the layers, so the words come out muffled, yet still Caretaker was able to understand them.

“I know, hon, I know,” and Caretaker really did. They had seen people reaching breaking point a few times, be it from either mental or physical strain. It wasn’t surprising for them to witness Whumpee turning into a pitiful mess, considering what they were going through. Yet, Caretaker’s heart broke with each new sob. Ah, if only they knew the way to make Whumpee feel better. It then suddenly occurred to Caretaker, that they hadn’t even asked Whumpee about the possible cause of their condition; it didn’t look like a regular food poisoning, nor did it look like a disease. Caretaker suspected it could be some kind of substance poisoning, but they were sure Whumpee is not a drug addict.

They glanced around the room, and a small empty bottle, caught their eye. What if…

“Hey, honey,” Caretaker softly called Whumpee, still stroking their back, “Have you been, by chance, taking any medication recently?”

Whumpee, not expecting a question, calmed down a little and peeked out from the blanket, “I-I did. From the cold. Why?”

Ah, then everything makes sense. “I just thought that you might be having an adverse reaction to it”, Caretaker replied.

Whumpee pulled the covers away from their face and looked at Caretaker, two bloodshot hazel eyes meeting two grey ones, “You know, I’ve been thinking the same. It doesn’t really help though. I mean, there’s nothing to speed up the process of… er… processing the medicine.”

“You are right,” Caretaker sighed, then looked at Whumpee and grinned, “You are well enough to talk now, as I can see. This is good. By the way, how about a nice cup of tea? You look like you could use something warm.”

Whumpee returned the smile, “Yeah, sounds good.”

***

Empty tea cups rested on the bedroom floor, next to the plate with half-eaten bag of crackers. Whumpee snuggled closer to Caretaker, who in turn wrapped an arm around the other, letting them get even more comfortable. Whumpee was still occasionally shivering, though not as much as before, of course. They even managed to eat a few crackers and drink a whole cup of warm herbal tea Caretaker had made for them. Even their headache subsided a little. All in all, Whumpee was feeling better. For now.

“Caretaker?”

“Hm?”

“I was thinking…”, Whumpee paused, as if searching for right words, “I was thinking… if you could stay with me tonight. Please? I just don’t really wanna be alone.”

Caretaker turned their head to look at Whumpee and smiled fondly, “Of course I’ll stay. I wasn’t planning on leaving you in this state. I don’t really trust you to take care of yourself, considering the diet you’ve been on recently.”

“Oh, no lectures now,” Whumpee jokingly pushed Caretaker away. Then they added, more quietly, a bit of colour paining their pale cheeks, “And thank you. For staying. I appreciate it.”

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Sweat.

It’s the second day of Whumpril, and I wanted to participate (even though I’m late, I know). So, um… I made a thing. Hope it’s not too bad:

There were quite a few things that Whumpee truly hated.

One of these things could be considered to be the room they were currently in. The said room was cramped and stuffy, with cracked walls and no windows and that general gloomy aura, that it gave the impression of not being a regular room at all, but rather some sort of a big lair, inhabited with monsters, just barely hidden behind the human flesh. Spiders, waiting patiently for an unfortunate soul to get tangled in the web. Dust particles in the air irritated the lungs and stuck to the sweaty skin. The sweat could be probably considered to be the second thing that Whumpee hated right now. They were too hot and uncomfortable, feeling like they have been sitting right next to the oven for hours, and at the same time so cold, that it was hard to to stifle a shiver crawling up their spine. This stuffy room seemed to seep in Whumpee’s very being, like the spider’s venom, slowly weakening them and waiting for their inevitable demise.

Cool fingers ran along the hot, clammy skin of their neck, making Whumpee shudder and shy away from the touch, a sudden flash of anger appearing on their face. Gritting their teeth, they snapped quietly,

“Don’t touch me.”

The other person only chuckled softly, moving their hand away from Whumpee’s neck and instead grabbing their chin and forcing them to turn their head. Whumpee glared at Them grimly and, despite the slight fever gloss, their eyes seemed to follow each tiny movement of the other’s face. After a moment of silence They chuckled again, apparently mildly amused by Whumpee’s reaction, and murmured in a deliberately gentle voice:

“You are still quite unwell, my dear, and are not thinking straight,” while saying this, They traced Whumpee’s jaw line with Their and caressed the other’s cheek gently, “You should stay here, with me. I’ll take such a good care of you, darling…”

Whumpee slumped down on the conveniently placed chair, the last bits of strength leaving their sickly body. They no longer could rip the web. Whumpee looked up at Them, at the Spider dressed in such beautiful flesh, too good to be real with so much anguish in their eyes, and whispered in a broken voice:

“What are you doing to me, what are you doing to me, Spider?”

They let out a small laugh of surprise at the new name, showing off perfect milky white teeth. Slender cold hand took Whumpee’s sticky and trembling one.

“Your fever seems to be getting to you, my dear. Let me lead you back to your room.”

Whumpee slowly stood up.

When the Spider’s arm wrapped around their shoulders a little too tightly, when the door of the room opened to reveal a dark and narrow staircase, which led to even more cramped, gloomy and coffin-like private bedrooms, Whumpee suddenly remembered something. They remembered the wind.

And the door of their bedroom was shut.

[anonwithwhumperflies]

Well, @mj-iza-writer , I tried.

Part 1:

The dim blueish light from the window and the distant sound of cars driving through the thick, rapidly falling snow contracted heavily with the artificial glow of an old yellow lamp, that was hanging from the ceiling. It was buzzing lightly. Sometimes the steady hum of cars from the outside and the yellow lamp were interrupted by an occasional ticking of the broken clock on the wall as if it suddenly tried to return back to life, before falling back into a peaceful slumber.

Whumpee was lying motionlessly on their bed. The last two hours (or maybe even more? They lost count) were spent on a silent battle with their growing nausea. They had figured out that slow shallow breaths and complete stillness were probably the best strategy to fight the queasiness, so now they were listening to all the the little sounds in the chilly room, eyes closed, and concentrating on taking slow breaths. In and out… in and out…

Whumpee was almost sure, that the culprit of their current state must have been the medicine which they had been taking to fight off a cold for the last week. Unfortunately, that information could do nothing to help them, apart from offering a vague hope that the relief would come in a few days. They grimaced and swallowed the excess saliva, before turning on their side and slowly sitting up on the edge of the bed. Bare feet shuffling against the cold floor, Whumpee made their way to the bathroom. Luckily, their small, cramped bathroom, with once pristine white but now faded and yellowed tiles, a sink with small cracks in the stained porcelain, a greasy mirror, a toilet and a small, barely fitting stained bathtub, was just across the narrow hallway. Whumpee opened the door and took a moment to lean against the doorway, before taking a small step inside and fumbling with their hand for the light switch. The bathroom was even colder than their room. Whumpee shivered. They moved to the sink, heavily leaning on it, and looked up in the mirror. Pale face, messy hair and dark circles under their eyes — Whumpee looked just as bad as they felt. The nausea hasn’t disappeared, instead only intensifying, sending goosebumps down Whumpee’s spine. They felt a lot sicker all of the sudden. And then everything just turned into a blur. Knees hitting the cold tiles, Whumpee almost collapsed in front of the toilet and threw the lid open just in time. A few violent dry heaves wracked their whole body, before they vomited, not even having a moment to take a shaky breath, before retching again. And again. And again… a pained groan from their burning throat. It hurts, it hurts so much… They just can’t stop…

At some point, Whumpee found themselves sprawled against their bathtub, the cold of porcelain slowly seeping through their thin clothing. Apparently they had fainted for a few moments while vomiting, and now they were lying on their filthy floor, with a tiny puddle of their own saliva on it. Revolting. For a whole minute they focused only on breathing and mustering their strength. With a small whimper Whumpee willed themselves to sit up, using the edge of the bathtub as their support, and then they slowly stood up on trembling legs. Their stomach muscles hurt from such violent heaving, the soreness radiating through their chest and ribs, and they were still too nauseous to leave the bathroom. It took them another few moments to realize that they were crying while vomiting: indeed, their cheeks felt wet from tears, so they wiped them with their sleeve, just like the thin trail of saliva from their chin. A quick glance in the mirror, just to check… and Whumpee was met with a sight, that did nothing to help with their ever growing nausea: half of their left eye’s sclera was covered in blood. Whumpee felt like they were becoming lightheaded. They stared in the mirror in horror, not able to look away, almost feeling hypnotized by what they see. A big clot of blood surrounded their hazel iris, spreading all the way up and disappearing under their eyelid; their other eye had a few broken vessels webbing around it’s corners. Whumpee slowly looked away, instead focusing on turning on the sink and rinsing their mouth to get rid of foul taste and soothe their burned throat a little bit. Fortunately, their eye didn’t really hurt, which means they didn’t hit it when they had fainted. Whumpee shivered at the thought and moved away from the sink, taking care of the mess. After they flushed the toilet, mopped some of the saliva and bile from the floor, they took a moment to sit down. Their head felt heavy. Chilly air in the bathroom sent goosebumps down Whumpee’s spine. They shivered again and wrapped their arms around themselves, wishing they could crawl back into their bed. But they just didn’t have enough strength. If only they weren’t alone in this stupid apartment… Gods, what if they need medical attention? What if they were dying? The swarm of grim thoughts settled in Whumpee’s aching head. They shut their eyes, shook their head a little and made an annoyed sound. They are panicking like a baby, not thinking straight. Just a deep breath… Yes, it probably would be wiser to call someone. The next question: who should they call? Not their family, they live in different cities. Someone close? Well… Opening their eyes, Whumpee sighed. They knew who they want next to them right now.

A walk back to their room felt more like a torture, not to mention that Whumpee had to vomit the almost nonexistent contents of their stomach up a few more times on their way, lucky they were wise enough to grab a plastic bucket with them. Crawling closer to their bed on all fours, Whumpee fumbled for their phone, finding it under the blanket. With trembling hands they managed to find the right number. The phone rang agonizingly slowly. Eventually, the person on the other end answered the call. A quite rude “What do you need?” made Whumpee hesitate for a second. They licked their dry lips and hoarsely answered:

“Caretaker… It’s Whumpee. I need your help.”