#implied amputation

[3y3-jesters]

I support women's and feminine enby's rights and wrongs.

[whumperofworlds]

A Whumpee who is hurt SO bad they begged Caretaker to mercy kill them. The pain is too much for them to handle, and they want it to stop.

Caretaker struggles to do the deed. They know that Whumpee is suffering, but killing them? It sounds cruel to them.

But would they rather suffer like this?

ALTERNATIVELY: Whumpee is hurt so bad in a certain part (ie their arm, leg) that they beg Caretaker to just cut it off, since the pain is so terrible and the fact that the part is gone and needs to go.

[studyofwhump]

Whump Prompt 298

“Do whatever you want. I don’t care anymore. I’ve got nothing else to lose.”

“Well, don’t be too quick to say that. You’ve still got a full set of fingers, don’t you? And two ears? I’ll even go as far as an arm or legs if I had to. You’ve got a lot more to lose than you think.”

[weird0strawberry]

What a tragedy we’ve become.

[whump-me-all-night-long]

😇🧠

😇 - angel

🧠 - trauma

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CW: angel whumpee, winged whumpee, demon whumper, multiple whumpers, nightmares, implied amputation

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The angel was running, frantically trying to reach the blood red door at the end of the hallway.

All around them, they heard the laughter and the jeers.

Their hand reached out, fingers barely grazing the shiny brass knob-

They were pulled back hard, yelping in pain as they felt several of their feathers get ripped out.

Being shoved to their knees, the angel sobbed, curling their shoulder inward as the demons above them smirked and sneered.

"Looks like the little birdie got away again," one said, voice gleefully cruel. "I think maybe it's time we clip its little wings."

The angel screamed-

They bolted upright, breathing heavily. It was dark out, the digital clock next to their side of the bed revealed it was still the middle of the night.

Next to them, they heard the steady rise and fall of their partner's breathing. Human, utterly human, their partner was. Unaware of the supernatural that lurked in the corners and background of the world.

As the angel laid back down to sleep, their back twinged in old, forgotten pain. They had never recovered losing their wings.

[worm-writes]

Day 13 - Restored

She finally woke up! But it's bad news every way she looks. Tears are everywhere and she needs to face the present

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[whumblr]

Bits and pieces

Continuation from 2. Return to sender / 1. We’re gonna have so much fun

@castielamigos-whump-side-blog

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Whumpee hung limply in Whumper’s grasp, their arm over his shoulder, their wrist in his grip, his other arm around their waist.

“No...” they muttered softly. “Give it...” their hand reached out to Whumper’s pocket, trying to steal back the capsule.

Their team had warned them. Get caught, you’re on your own. Get caught, die!

They didn’t need the warnings. Whumper had been so... kind to release the previous scout they had sent. Whumpee had seen Whumper’s methods. It had been the main reason why they volunteered to be the next. Whumper’s victim was their friend. And when they got him back, they could barely recognise him.

Whumper pulled them up by their waist, earning another soft groan. Blood seeped into his combat fatigues, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“First things first. We need to remove that bullet.”

He deposited them none too gently on a bare table.

Whumpee flailed and tried to close their fingers around anything they could find. Preferably the scalpels on the tray next to them.

“No, no, no.” Whumper nonchalantly moved the sharp objects out of reach, pried one from their weak fingers. “This won’t go anywhere near your throat, much as you’d like.”

He hovered the stolen scalpel above their abdomen, carefully cutting their shirt open.

“Oh, that is nasty. That looks painful.” His hand rested on the bullet wound, thumb and index finger circled around the hole. Whumpee howled when he pressed down. Blood ran over his fingers.

“This cannot do.”

He put the scalpel out of reach and started fiddling with the straps on the table, tieing Whumpee down. A large leather strap covering their torso so they wouldn’t be able to trash around causing Whumper to sink the scalpel deeper than he’d want. Deeper than Whumpee would want.

Two harsh snaps caught Whumpee’s attention away from their tired struggle. They looked up and their breath caught when he saw Whumper pulling on the latex gloves.

“No...” they muttered, breathless. “No, please...”

“I’d hate to waste my anesthetics on you. You’re probably gonna pass out from the barest touch anyway.” Whumper poked around the wound with his scalpel, testing his theory. Whumpee disproved it with an agonising wail.

Whumper continued on with just a shrug. “We’ll see how far we’ll get, then.” His indifference was sharply contrasted by the glint in his eyes and the pull of a smile on the corners of his mouth. He ignored Whumpee’s pleading.

“Oh, don’t be like that. If you wish, I will return you to your precious team. Later. Just... maybe not in one piece. Maybe I’ll keep the biggest piece here.”

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A couple of days later, the team received another small envelope. Again, there was no note, but the message was clear. Inside was another small glistery item. This time it did contain a little blood.

It was the removed bullet.

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Continued here

[callaeidae3]

Febuwhump Day 16: Broken bones

Yuuki had his arm shot with a blaster, three times and at point-blank.

It damaged nerves and shattered bone beyond recoverability. (This is the reason for the arm having to be amputated.)

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This is probably how Yuuki looked watching the antagonists take Kyle away, or when the Harrisons showed up to save them.

@febuwhump