Greetings fellow beings and welcome to my silly little whump blog!! ⋆˚꩜｡
My name is fishbone, or just fish for short, and my pronouns are they/it/xe, although I don't mind he or she either! 🫀💫
On here, I'll reblog whump stuff that I like... I'm a SUCKER for intimidating characters being reduced to a trembling, bleeding mess, you know? Maybe with some medical stuff later on..? 👀👉👈
I'll try to write things myself, even though I'm a bit insecure... English isn't my first language, so please excuse any mistakes I might make 😔💔
Right now, my requests are closed!! I might open them in the future
Warnings: aftermath of tongue being cut out, lots of blood/blood loss weakness, mentions of gore (and obviously things revolving around severed tongues), humiliation, needles (for numbing medication), medical whump, stitches in mouth, brief mention of feeding tube being installed
Vigilante kept his explanation vague, pointing the two teammates in the right direction before heading to clean himself off and change into fresh clothes.
As soon as Vigilante left, Medic bolted to her lab, scooping up an armful of supplies and rushing back to the prison. If she was going to have any hope whatsoever of reattaching Hero's tongue, time was essential.
Henchman and Assistant were already waiting outside the heavy steel door when she arrived, and followed her into the room and down the staircase to where the carnage was.
Both of them inhaled sharply at the sight. Medic felt a stab of guilt for having to drag them into such a mess. For her, she'd seen worse injuries countless times before. It was part of her job. But for them? It must be utterly horrifying.
She quickly took charge of the situation. "Henchman, get him down. Assistant, take these bags of ice, wrap the tongue in this cloth, and sandwich it between them." Medic shoved the supplies into Assistant's waiting arms, the latter of whom wrinkled her nose in disgust, though she did as instructed.
Henchman was quick to release the cuffs around Hero's wrists that had been previously pinning him upright on the wall. He caught him when the captive hero crumpled limply into him with a garbled cry of pain, smearing blood all over Henchman's front.
Hero looked pale and disoriented, his whole body trembling violently, and it worried Medic deeply. He was likely going into shock from all the blood loss. The lingual artery ran beneath the tongue, and it was completely severed. Honestly, she was surprised he was even still conscious. It had been almost half an hour by now since he'd lost his tongue. And that was a long time to be bleeding.
"We need to get him out of here," Medic said, and Henchman wasted no time slinging Hero's near-limp body over his shoulder.
Hero was by no means a small man, made of big muscles like Henchman was, and the average person might not be able to carry someone so heavy... but Henchman has superstrength. A power Medic was eternally grateful for right now.
She was back out of the room within six minutes of her arrival, Henchman bringing Hero and Assistant bringing the severed tongue to the medical wing.
Henchman dumped Hero on the nearest medical bed.
"Tie him down," Medic ordered as she hurried to get a surgical cart put together. The last thing she needed was Hero to have a moment of lucidity and start trying to fight her mid-operation.
Hero's wrists and ankles were properly restrained in leather cuffs by the time she was ready with gloves on and medical instruments on a rolling cart next to the bed.
Hero had started choking on his own blood again, unable to lean forward and cough it out. But Medic was prepared for that. She gestured for Assistant to come stand at Hero's head, giving her control of a suction device to regularly suck the blood from Hero's mouth and keep it from going down his throat, simultaneously giving her a better view of what she was doing when she focused her headlamp into Hero's mouth to look closer at the remaining stump of his tongue and see if the missing piece could be reattached.
But it was obvious upon a single glance that it was impossible. Tongue reattachments in of themselves were extremely difficult, but with how much time had passed since the injury, and how the severed tongue hadn't immediately been put on ice... a reattachment was unlikely to be successful in the long run. It would never be a fully functional appendage for Hero, even if the wounds healed.
Medic cursed angrily under her breath, shoving a device between Hero’s teeth to hold his mouth open and keep him from biting. Then picked up a full syringe with a long needle attached.
Hero’s eyes locked onto it, widening. He started tugging at the restraints, distressed grunts bubbling up from his throat.
“Relax,” Medic hissed, not bothering to keep her tone polite. “This is just to numb you. Unless you’d rather tough out the stitches without it.”
Hero’s eyes kept sliding out of focus, but her words seemed to register, because his muscles uncoiled and his body went limp.
“Good boy.” She patted his cheek condescendingly, and numbed the tongue-stump.
The medication worked fast. She watched the pain ebb out of Hero’s face. And once she was positive it was as numb as possible, she picked up her surgical needle and got to work sealing off the severed artery and stitching flesh together.
The procedure itself was simple. The aftermath was not. Medic was heavy-handed with anti-inflammatory drugs to keep Hero’s tongue from swelling up and cutting off his airway, along with antibiotics to prevent infection.
Considering the fact that he'd be unable to eat any real food in the near future, she set up a nasogastric feeding tube that would supply all the calories and nutrients he needed.
After everything was done, she was left to confront the grim reality.
Vigilante had gone too far. Way too far. Hero would need a prosthetic if he was ever going to be able to eat and talk again.
But a tiny, vicious part of Medic felt that maybe this was a fair outcome. Karma catching up to him. Maybe he deserved this.
She shook her head to herself and got to work cleaning up the bloody mess Hero had left behind in her medical facility. It wasn't her place to decide what counted as 'justice'. In the end, Villain would decide whether Hero would be allowed to receive a prosthetic tongue, or left to suffer.
She winced sympathetically at the reminder of Villain. Vigilante had torn open a lot of old wounds and done a great deal of damage in a very short period of time. Medic made a note to check on Villain as soon as possible once she was done sanitizing everything.
⏪️ Back (((hmm I'm not sure if I'll continue it from here, I'm open to ideas)))
leader sits on the floor, knees to their chest as they try to ignore the tapping of sidekick's boots on the floor as they pace the cell.
sidekick stops in front of leader and shouts, "how are you so fucking calm right now!?"
leader tenses as another one of whumpee's screams rings through the echoing hallway. "if they're screaming, they're alive. there's nothing we can do for them right now, but whumper's going to drop them back in here and we need to be ready for it."
When the book is whumpy and the tropes seem so close to happening and everything feels like it’s leading up to the perfect hurt/comfort storm but you’ve been disappointed too many times so you have to restrain your ravenous soul to prevent grievous injury to spirit
I love characters who dont think they deserve to be loved. Maybe they've been hurt, maybe someone has convinced them theyre evil, maybe they've hurt people in the past... and when someone comes along who loves and cares for them, they just dont see it as something they deserve
Eheheh I'm daydreaming about this silly little whump story right now where a healer gets injured but the big scary villain carries him to safety but oh nooo villain gets captured and imprisoned and tortured for like a year and he's completely broken and and and
And then the healer finds him and barley recognizes him and he's very cautious of him but he still wants to help him but but but
Villain is scared of him cause he thinks he wants to hurt hiiim 🥺👉👈
The door was thrown open and the two henchmen hurled Whumpee in and shut the door immediately, just as they had done with the other four team members who were taken to the interrogation room.
But this time, something was different.
Unlike the others, Whumpee didn’t groan, stand up and join the rest in the circle of light provided by the single, hanging lightbulb, but instead silently propped himself up against the bare concrete wall next to the door, breathing heavily.
“Whumpee?” asked Leader, “Everything OK?”
“Yeah,” Whumpee answered steadily, but Medic has treated this team of stubborn idiots enough to realize something was wrong.
“What is it?” he asked. “What did they do?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
Medic exchanged looks with Leader and they rushed to Whumpee’s side, ignoring his protests.
“Dammit, Whumpee!” Leader swore as he reached for Whumpee in the dark and felt something warm and wet.
“I’m fine,” insisted Whumpee, “It’s nothing.”
“We’ll see about that,” Medic frowned. “Help me bring him into the light.”
As they half-carried, half-dragged Whumpee across the room, Medic felt the blood flow from his stomach. The rate of it was a very bad sign.
Second-in-command gasped as Whumpee finally came into view. “What th-the fuck happened, Whumpee?” their tongue still spasming after the electrical shock they received.
Whumpee sighed as Leader lay his head across his lap. “I might have pissed Whumper off a little.”
Whumpee really did look horrible, paler than Medic has ever seen him, the blood streaming from the deep gash in his abdomen colouring his torso and pants a dark, unsettling red.
Leader already had his shirt off, bundling it up to press against the wound, but medic stopped him and examined Whumpee closer, careful not to touch him and risk an infection. Suddenly he stood, stomped in front of the camera over the door and started yelling.
“Hey!” he waived his fist at the camera. “Do you have any idea what the FUCK you did, you son of a bitch? Get us medical supplies in here, or he’s gonna bleed the fuck out, you hear me?? I bet you don’t want that to happen, otherwise you would have just finished the fucking job, right??”
Youngest exchanged looks with the rest of the team as he helped Leader apply pressure to the wound. He had never seen Medic so angry, and by the looks on their faces, neither had the others.
Medic continued shouting abuse at the camera as Whumpee’s breath became more and more laboured.
“Medic!” called Second-in-command anxiously. “Do something!”
Just then a small latch in the door opened, and a tray was pushed through it. Medic grabbed it and hurried to kneel at Whumpee’s side. He checked the supplies – Thread, a needle, a few bandages in filthy plastic wrappings, half a bottle of antiseptic, and… nothing. No pain relief, no anaesthesia. He met Whumpee’s eyes with a worried look.
“I can’t do it,” He said. “Not without anything for the pain.”
“Just do it,” said Whumpee.
“I can’t, there are a lot of nerves there, the pain will be-“
“Just do it!” interrupted Whumpee loudly and winced.
Medic thought for a second. “OK,” he said. “Leader, hold onto his shoulders, make sure he can’t move them or jump up. Youngest, Teammate A, sit on his legs, pin them down. Teammate B, Second-in-command, grab the arms.”
Everyone took their positions. Medic cleaned his hands and placed one of the folded bandages in Whumpee’s mouth to stop him from biting his tongue.
“Ready?” Medic asked, Whumpee gave a short, decisive nod.
Whumpee’s eyes widened as Medic began with the first stitch. He instinctively tried to curl up and protect himself, but the team held him down. By the fourth stitch, Whumpee started screaming, the sound muffled by the bandage in his mouth. By the ninth stitch, Medic was yelling at Youngest to distract Whumpee. By the sixteenth, Whumpee’s arm somehow got free from under Second-in-command and Medic barely avoided getting hit by the flailing limb before it was caught again. By the last, nineteenth stitch, everyone was sweating and breathing heavily.
Medic finished bandaging the wound and motioned for everyone to let go of Whumpee. Whumpee spat out the bandage.
“A piece… a piece of cake,” he smiled weekly.
Medic rolled his eyes at him, but exchanged a worried glance with Leader. The rescue team had to come soon. They just had to.
There’s enemies to lovers, and then there’s Character B getting banished for the bad thing they did to Character A and a year later A finding B in the forest injured/half-dead and reluctantly nursing them back to health and slowly developing a new, healthier relationship with B that both never thought possible and it doesn’t even have to be that romantic, just two people who’ve seen each other at their worst and can love each other anyway
my endless love for whumpees decked out in an absolutely unnecessary amount of restraints
blindfolds, gags, and ear covers on whumpees who already know exactly who’s hurting them and couldn’t even be heard by anyone who would help them if they could scream
heavy iron chains, cuffs, and collars on whumpees who couldn’t have even broken out of thin ropes
muzzles on whumpees who are completely lacking in fangs or any kind of biting capability
extremely intricate bindings covering every bit of whumpee’s body, leaving them completely incapable of movement, when they were already trapped somewhere they had no hope of escaping on their own
it just really sends a message, y’know? whumper painstakingly wrapping them up, like a present for themself, as if to say, yes, i already know how helpless you are - i just need you to feel it too ❤️
Accidental trauma reveal my love. When friends or enemies unintentionally discover Whumpee’s tragic background. For instance
The classic nightmare scene. Whumpee has never slept with people close by for this very reason. Unfortunately, they don’t have a choice this time, and they do, in fact, scream (or cry) in their sleep, in front of someone/everyone.
The person behind the trauma suddenly reappearing in Whumpee’s life. Whumpee losing it—running away, hiding, refusing to engage with anyone. Or even better, trying so hard to pretend they’re okay until they just. Shatter.
Truth serums, spells, and items. Flippantly asking Villain, “Why do you keep doing this?” only to get a gut-wrenching answer in return.
The mind probe. Whumpee is sick/unconscious, and someone does the magical mind probe (I swear this comes up so much in media) to figure out what’s wrong and stumbles on Whumpee’s tragic past.
Teammates unknowingly triggering Whumpee for a while until Whumpee finally just screams it out. The looks of horror.
Also shout out to intentional trauma reveals. For trusting the found family enough to tell them the things that hurt the most.
Any other tropey goodness that results in Whumpee finally getting the comfort they deserve.
