[whump-marks]

Hello Everyone!

So…I’m kinda late to this. I’m Nova and I created this side blog a few months ago to collect my favorite whump posts, hence the name Whump- (Book)marks. But the whump community has been so welcoming, I wanted to make an introduction post!

I’ve known about whump for a long time, but only recently decided to write some for myself. I prefer to keep this SFW and inclusive to people with triggers, so if there’s any post you need trigger warning tagged don’t be afraid to ask. I’d love to follow more blogs, so please suggest some. Just a warning: I do a lot of reblog-sprees!

My askbox is also open if you want to suggest some prompts directly or just talk!

[funstyle]

teenage girls in fiction: hes so cute i wanna slow dance with him at prom :3 hehe

real teenage girls: imagine if he got injured and i had to tend to his wounds and i could watch him seize up a bit as i disinfect them and in the haze of fever he sees me as an angel

[quasi-normalcy]

I think we need to explore the body horror possibilities of hyperspace. Like, you know how it's bad for astronauts to be up in space for too long because of radiation and the effects of weightlessness on human physiology? What of hyperspace was like that, but *worse*. What if it had effects on your body, or even your mind, that are difficult even to imagine? What if if you spend too long out there, your body starts spreading out along the fourth dimension because there's nothing to hold it in place; and then when go back into normal space, you get 'flattened' back down into three dimensions but everything isn't quite where it's supposed to be? Or the matter displaced along the fourth dimension just clips out and whole chunks of your body just disappear? Or there's some exotic form of matter in hyperspace that, over time, replaces the normal matter in your body until you can't return at all because it can't exist in our spacetime? Open to other ideas.

[tracingthetapestry]

whumper remembers how much whumpee used to hate being wrong. they were meticulous with what they used to do, and always had a justification ready for their reasonings. and when someone would point out a loophole they didn't notice, whumpee used to get this sour twist to their mouth, their expectations from themselves sky-high.

now, whumper occasionally likes to set whumpee up. they'll hide the leftovers from the previous day, engrave a little scratch on some old boots whumpee had polished, dirty the cleaned laundry. and then they'll ask whumpee what did you do, and whumpee— terrified and out of their mind, would whimper and shake and plead for mercy, still clinging to their little truths— still keen to justify— until whumper would beat those out of whumpee.

and slowly, whumpee begins to lose faith in their ability to remember right, do things in their right mind— and whumper is very amused to see how whumpee slowly loses all faith in themselves.

[bloodiedbriars]

touch starvation

too scared to ask for affection

testing the waters with “casual” brushes

“please, don’t go…”

meeting a naturally physically affectionate person and being thrown for a loop

freezing up when receiving physical affection and not knowing how to react

being uncomfortable when they do receive affection

seeking out hobbies associated with physical contact (dancing, wrestling, …)

watching someone hug and feeling envy

taking long, hot showers to simulate touch

hugging self in bed to self soothe

trying to replace human affection with animal companions

learning to ask for hugs and cuddles

once they feel comfortable with it, they become insatiable for touch

(is also sometimes called “skin hunger” and i just think that’s sick)

(Whumpuary 2026, Day 29: Touch Starved)

[phantomofthespaceopera]

mmm idk if it’s a prompt exactly but oh i love the idea of hypercompetent!whumpee. for the first couple days, they can’t accept they’ve been captured, inexplicably and unsolvably. they can’t get out, they’re stuck here, defenseless, but how is that possible? their backup plans have backup plans. they’re experienced, well-trained by life. along with all the typical whump that has already started and will continue to slowly break them down, there’s the shameful feeling creeping in day by day that they weren’t good enough at their job, or weren’t strong enough, or clever enough, to save themselves. and eventually, this is reinforced by the fact that no one comes to save them (your call whether that’s because their caretaker/s can’t find them or because they are a loner generally and no one has noticed they’re gone yet </3). it’s all their fault. they should have had it more together — they should have predicted this. had a contingency plan. had a brain. or a friend.

[tracingthetapestry]

living weapon whumpee blinks awake to feel warmth on their hands. there's blood. they are sitting in the guts of the enemy.

a cold chill shudders down their spine as they desperately try to wrack their brains for any memory of killing their target. nothing comes up.

this is the fifth time, they think, wrapping their gear up methodically. handler will be checking in anytime soon. they can't— can't stop. dread skitters throughout the entirety of them. what is happening to them?

they don't know if they want to know. everytime they— blank out, the scene that greets them is— it's gruesome. it's horrid. horrible. cleanup is a bitch.

and they know that they can't let anyone know. they'll be deactivated, if they do. faulty weapons are nothing but liabilities, after all. would you want a gun that might not shoot when it must? or worse: if it goes off randomly?

no, they think, panic brimming beneath their skin. if they can't even trust their memories, their mind, then what's left?

[bloodiedbriars]

Whumper owning trained dogs and living weapons and treating them the exact same. They sleep in crates next to each other, wear the same collars, have the same commands, even eat the same foods. Some of the weapons don't even know how to speak and have adapted bark and growl-like noises for communication. Whumper sharpening weapon's teeth once weapon begins biting enemies they same way the dogs do. Whumper sits down and has a dog resting its head on his thigh for pets, and soon weapon begins to mirror it. Whumper pets weapon's head the exact same way he would for the dogs, and the weapon's eyes close with bliss. "Good boy."

[tracingthetapestry]

the numbing pain beneath their skin feels like being boiled alive in their bones. "please, don't go," they plead. they don't want caretaker to go, even if it would be so boring for them to sit near and just. do nothing. and take care of them, when they could be making a better use of their time.

whumpee is delirious from the fever, sweating and shaking and shivering. caretaker smooths a chilly hand over their clammy skin. whumpee keens low in their throat, curling towards the touch like a sunflower following sunlight. the touch leaves. it is immediately replaced by a cold compress.

even as caretaker feels strangely upset, they watch as whumpee falls asleep and change the compresses all night, boil then some soup, give them a gentle scrub down.

"I'm not going anywhere," they promise whumpee. and they don't, staying right by whumpee's side.

[tracingthetapestry]

dyou have any prompts for caretaker discovering scars on whumpee and realising just how bad it was? they weren't just caught, they were hurt.

hello! <3 yes!! I love scar discoveries so much! always delightful.

whumpee getting too careless in the locker room. since it was getting terribly late and no one was around, they get undressed— only for their friend or caretaker to walk out of the shower stalls. whumpee never told anyone anything beyond the basic rundown. upon hearing the horrified gasp they immediately put something on, hurrying to leave.

during their first bath after many, many days, caretaker politely asks whumpee to get ready. any sense of shame regarding their state of undress was thoroughly destroyed while they were captured. they haven't seen themself in a mirror for so long— and they have a vague idea of scarring on their back, but they don't realise how bad it is until they turn around to see caretaker's anguished expression. it is surprising. they didn't expect any... compassion. caretaker asks if they can hold them. whumpee can only nod as they are pulled into caretaker's arms.

whumpee is always extremely conscious about being dressed. whumper made sure that they knew exactly how ugly they look under harsh lights as they consistently prodded at half-healed scabs until their skin would give, tearing open once again to bleed. they don't want anyone to know— they are so scared of being hurt again. and when caretaker finds out, it is accidental, completely blindsiding them. they hide for hours in their room. caretaker sits at the door, trying to coax them out. finally, the fear of punishment is what makes whumpee break, as they whisper, "promise you won't hurt me?" "ofcourse not," caretaker answers back fervently. whumpee doesn't believe them. still, it will be so much worse if they don't come out now, so they crawl out, baring their soft underbelly so it can be kicked in. but instead of a blow, they are met with a tight, tight hug and a, "it's okay," which has them dissolving into heartwrenching sobs.

[maxbanshees]

back of the canvas

watercolor, gouache, and graphite on paper (saunders waterford, hot press, 638gsm)

11 x 15 in / 27.94 x 38.1 cm

[oldbutchdanielmolloy]

[bloodiedbriars]

Physical Reactions to Pain

arching spine

brows knitting together / grimacing

clenching teeth together

cold sweats

collapsing to knees

covering the hurting area

crying out / screaming / yelping

disorientation / confusion

doubling over / curling in / stumbling

dropping objects

eyesight blurring / blacking out

flinching / jerking

flushing / going pale/ashy

gasping / hissing

going rigid / tensing up

goosebumps

holding breath and sharply exhaling after

inability to speak / babbling incoherently

lightheadedness

lips pulling back, baring teeth

nausea

nostrils flaring

protective posture

rapid blinking

reaching out for something to hold onto to avoid falling

ringing ears

squeezing eyes shut

tears welling / crying

voice cracking

vomiting

(Hurtcember 2025, Day 13: Pain)

[tracingthetapestry]

whumpee who doesn't have a caretaker. they were rescued, but seemed "okay" enough to go without one. and they think to themselves, yeah, I had it easy. easier than the rest of them.

they don't have a family, or anyone really, so as soon as they are discharged from the hospital, they have to find a job and a place to stay. their lack of an education has them working in the worst workplace conditions, with abysmal hours and subpar pay. they can barely afford the bills for their shabby apartment.

their meals are far and few in between. when they aren't asleep on their feet, they are weighed down by fatigue and pain that won't go. they keep waking up with a scream lodged in their throat.

and each time, they reprimand themselves: you had it easy. you had it easy. you have it easy, be grateful for once, as they plod through each day painfully, miserable and on the brink of giving up.

[justbreakonme]

Whumpee who doesn’t know who they are. Not in an amnesia sense or anything, but a “I don’t know what my favorite color is” kind of way.

Likes and dislikes, a personality of any kind wasn’t conducive to the life they had lived up until now, and it felt like they were starting from scratch.

Every decision takes seemingly forever as they searched through fragments of what little they knew about themselves. Did they want the blue toothbrush, or the green one? Did they prefer a hoodie or a sweater? Did they actually not care, or did they just not know?

[johannestevans]

Also, consider. A magical version of the bends. Whenever someone from a non- or low-magical land has to go into a very magic rich forest or land or dimension, having to take breaks to let their bodies adjust to the new magic exposure or else their blood will boil in their veins or they'll Transform

[wormtoxin]

actually the bends only kicks in when you try to LEAVE the high pressure area. or in this case, magic rich area?

Getting deeper and deeper into feywilds and knowing that however deep you get, it’s gonna take twice as long to escape without magic tearing its way out of you

[tracingthetapestry]

caretaker always keeps their calm. they are always so level-headed and matter-of-fact, and whumpee has rarely observed something other than their neutral, gentle demeanour.

but one day they look disgruntled, vaguely annoyed. whumpee doesn't know why caretaker seems distant and unreachable. they want to apologize, but they don't know if it might aggravate them further.

it all comes to a head when whumpee keeps fidgeting— maybe with their sleeve, or they keep bouncing their leg, or twisting and pulling at their hair— and caretaker briskly orders them to stop it. whumpee goes very still and tense, stammering, "I, I'm sorry— can you, will you, um," caretaker is not in a good mood, and it seems as though it's only getting worse by their stammering, "pleasedon'tsendmeback."

it's uttered in a rush and the stress of the day gets to the whumpee, making them burst into tears. caretaker snaps out of their fugue at this, guilty and trying their best to console whumpee. no, you're not getting sent back. no, I'm not mad at you, my mind was elsewhere. hush, darling, I'm not going anywhere.