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would it be crazy if i posted whump ideas about my chosen profession?

cause uhhhhh, i have ideas, but it's a pretty niche job and i don't 100% know if there is ANY demand

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Whumpee with bruise tattoos 👀

Two scenarios in my head rn:

1. Whumpee has the tattoos before being captured. Whumper sees them.

"Oh, I'll give you something that *really* hurts."

2. Whumpee gets them AFTER escaping, because they don't recognize themselves without bruises anymore

Bonus points if they get recaptured.

"Aw, you missed me that much? Welcome home."

That's all 🙂‍↕️

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Migraine whumpee (me) sitting on the cold floor because extra strength ibuprofen, cold packs, heat packs, and mildly caffeinated drinks are doing anything 😔✊

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throwback to when a post of mine made it outside the whump community and people were PISSED that I wrote about forest fire related whump because it was "insensitive," as if I wasn't ACTIVELY EVACUTING BECAUSE OF FOREST FIRES

like jesus actual christ let a girl (he/they) cope 😭🙏

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Those of y'all who wrote/daydreamed about whump as a kid, did you have any common scenarios you went back to?

For me it was falling off cliffs, finding the whumpee in an alleyway, or building fires.

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Augusnippets Day 3: Thunderstorm

Zombie Apocalypse Lesbians | Julie & Claire | One Shot | Stitches | Really bad weather lowkey |

CW: Stitches done outside of a sterile environment

**Please note that Julie is a trans woman. Her injuries in this are NOT from gendered violence or transphobia. If reading about transfemme whumpee's is triggering, this is your warning!**

Julie needs stitches and it's raining really bad oh nooooo.

Taglist: @whumpinggrounds @wondero28

Once upon a day, Julie had enjoyed thunderstorms. When they knocked her power out, it forced her to slow down, to stretch her fingers and step away from her sewing. She would stand in the dark, looking through the glass doors of her parents house, her silhouette blazoned by the lightning striking before her. She always returned to her projects rejuvenated, rested, and reinspired.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, you're doing really great."

Now though, thunderstorms were a different kind of distracting.

Julie was chilled down to her bones, her long hair plastered to her face as a rude reminder that having long hair in the apocalypse was a bad idea. Dysphoria be damned, she was one bad night away from shaving it all off.

Claire was working quickly beside her, stitching up a nasty slice on Julie's arm. To her credit, Claire's hands didn't shake, not even when thunder seemed to shake everything around them.

"Ow." Julie meekly complained as Claire finished another stitch.

"I know baby, we're almost done."

But it was never going to be over. The wound may close. The rain may stop washing her blood off the pavement. The sun may shine again, but there was never going to be an end.

Claire's warm hands wouldn't end either though. There were tiny blessings in the new world.

Julie supposed she might've finally learned to be okay with that.

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Helicopter helicopter

Turning Red | Taeyoung and Jesse | Whumptober Day 4 | Shock | "You in there?" | Post Plane Crash

CW: Post traumatic incident (Plane Crash)

Taeyoung and Jesse were taken from the scene first.

Taeyoung was shaking. Even with the emergency blankets, even with the attendants watching him closely, even when he was offered an extra layer.

He couldn’t look out the windows. Being up in the air never made him uneasy before, but each shutter of the helicopter threatened to throw him back into the ocean. He didn’t quite believe that such a horrible thing could be truly over, like he was bound to that island.

It wasn’t right to leave like this, with the fates of three of the members up in the air.

In sharp contrast, Jesse was not shaking. His eyes were hazy, unseeing, it put Taeyoung off.

“Jesse?” He whispered.

Nothing.

“You in there?”

Nothing. Figures. Such a horrible thing couldn’t truly be over.

He rested his head on Jesse’s shoulder.

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Down with the sickness

Turning Red | Robaire and Aaron T | Whumptober Day 2 | Thermometer | Delirium

CW: Implied Past Child Abuse/Neglect

Robaire and Aaron T have been quarantined to Aaron's room (they each have a fever) and Robaire still somehow manages to take care of T.

The wee hours of the morning cast a light grey hue over Aaron T’s room. Robaire counted the seconds in each minute, too restless to actually sleep. Aaron T was a heater next to him, softly snoring despite how sick he’d seemed forty minutes ago.

They were both sick. That’s why they were together.

Robaire twisted under the covers and reached for the thermometer on the bedside table. It sat at a steady 20 Celsius, about 11 degrees hotter than it felt. He fiddled with the end of it, watching the little red line reach up higher and higher as his fingertips warmed it.

Aaron mumbled something, so Robaire turned back to face him again. His brows were furrowed. The bed shook along with him.

Robaire shuffled closer, wrapping an arm around him. Aaron nuzzled into him and mumbled something barely legible.

“Mom?”

It took everything to stop himself from flinching.

“I’m cold.”

Robaire pulled the covers up higher, pulled him closer, did everything he could to make him comfortable. “I’ve got you.”

Aaron sighed into him, the tension leaving his face as he fell into deeper sleep. Robaire laid there, eyes open, and went back to counting the seconds in each minute.