Whump Happens

Turning all the whump fics I'll never write into prompts and stuff

[oopsthewhump]

Whumpee hanging by the wrists pissing Whumper off one too many times.

Whumper breaks Whumpee's legs and leaves them hanging.

[oopsthewhump]

During the rescue, the team finds Whumper's detailed journal of what they did to Whumpee.

When they realize what it is, what do they do?

Do they read it, saving Whumpee the pain of telling them? Does Whumpee feel shame now that the team knows?

Or maybe they decide not to read it, waiting for Whumpee to tell them in their own time? Does one of them break and read it in secret? Does Whumpee even know they have it?

[wiimiiminime]

post-whump whump

yeah seeing the injuring is fun but the aftermath can be just as good...

character(s) racing through a building—prison, stronghold, base, hospital, etc.—in the hopes that behind one of the hundreds of doors lining the long, dark hallways is their captured companion...

without the knowledge that their friend is even alive, even within the limits of successful rescue, run render themselves ragged and their arms numb by tearing open each and every door.

perhaps there's a time constraint...only a few minutes until the guards see through the diversion they'd created, or a fire has started somewhere in the bowels of the building. either way, they have to find their taken friend, and soon.

finally one of the group mates shouts, their frantic call echoing down the halls. their missing companion has been found. the squad convalesces to find the crumpled body they'd come for.

bloodied, beaten, and barely conscious, their friend isn't able to register exactly who it is that's touching them, running shaking fingers along the underside of their neck. they think it's the one who put them in this state. the only face they can see is of their cruel, relentless assailant.

taken companion begins to scream, to fight back with what little strength they can muster—perhaps injuring one of their rescuers in the process...they bite or kick or punch or choke someone they love dearly.

eventually another party member knocks them out with a hit to the head and the the group moves out. but the weight of their unconscious companion takes its toll and escape will prove to be much more difficult than they'd thought...

[oopsthewhump]

Whumpee with a small but irritating injury - a broken toe perhaps, or a sprained wrist. They can still function, but painfully, and they feel like they don't deserve to ask for help - It's only something small, it could be much worse, other people need more help/care/attention - and they definatly can't burden anyone with their complaints.

[whumporama]

When a character steps closer to the weapon pointed at them. Pushes into the knife, places their chin on the sword, and just laughs at their attacker.

"What could you possibly do to me that hasn't been done a hundred times before?"

[oopsthewhump]

The first time Whumpee came back from spending time with Whumper, they smile and laugh with the team, and while being physically hurt they really seem mentally fine.

The second time, they come back different. They're quiet, scared, and can't even meet their teammates eyes, leaving the team to wonder - what happened?

[oopsthewhump]

Whumper fits whumpee's muzzle with a rough leather strap that is designed for whumpee to bite down on, but it is longer than whumpee's mouth, and is constantly scraping their cheeks, drawing blood, until a permanent scar is left

[oopsthewhump]

There is something just so beautiful about a strong, confident, in-control character going through the Whump, as short as it may be, and being reduced to a broken, nervous, scared whumpee

[oopsthewhump]

When Whumpee wakes up bound, looks around and sees their team unconscious and tied up like them, they promise themselves - no matter what happens, they will not allow Whumper to hurt their team. Never.

[oopsthewhump]

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.

[whumperofworlds]

I don't care if that character is an invincible, tough, and unstoppable force.

I want them tied up and gagged, beaten within an inch of their life, and crying like the pathetic whumpee they are.

[oopsthewhump]

"They were treated like one of the animals- Actually, no. The animals were treated better than they were."

[straight-to-the-pain]

Shoutout to hands tied behind the back, gotta be one of my favourite positions

[sleepy-dog-boy]

I love a defiant whumpee that slowly loses steam over the course of captivity, but never gets less defiant.

Starting out biting and kicking and screaming, lashing out at anyone who gets close like a rabid dog.

When they run out of energy to thrash, they’re spitting insults, hurling threats and curses at everyone in earshot.

By the time they can’t shout anymore, they’re sneering and flipping the bird at anyone who can see them.

Once all they can do is lift their head, they raise up just enough to glare and spit blood at their captor.

[redd956]

Obsessed with the idea of an already wounded/exhausted character going "I... can take it." Like no bish you can't, but love enthusiasm and the horrified looks of your team.

[adeisinyourcloset]

"I'm not gonna beg. I'm NOT gonna beg, you sick fuck."

"Oh, come oooon. You're getting kinda boring, ya know?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Truly. But don't ya think I'm done with ya, sugar."