tanto through the gut lookin' real sexy rn

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[snarehare]

Whumpee who cries out in fear in a dream = good, good

Whumpee who apologizes in a dream = Even better

Think about it for a moment. Whumpee asleep beside Caretaker, perhaps in the same bed. Caretaker wakes to the sound of some kind of dry, hiccoughing sobbing. They turn towards Whumpee and find them trapped in a restless sleep, face pale and contorted.

“…’m sorry,…” Whumpee slurs, sleep sticking to their voice.

And who are they apologizing to?

Whumper? “I’m sorry, don’t hurt me, I’ll be better?”

Or Caretaker? “I’m sorry, don’t leave me, I’m worth saving?”  

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whump March Madness

Final Four Round 1

drugged

coughing up blood

Voting ended onMar 25

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1454

The whumpee falls asleep on the couch, they don't mean to, they're just so exhausted/under the weather they can't help but close their eyes for just a moment...

When the caretaker walks in and notices them, they quietly drape their coat over the whumpee, and lets them rest.

Maybe the whumpee wakes up later, the TV/radio on softly in the background as the caretaker sits reading on the chair opposite. They're instantly embarrassed but the exhaustion in their bones, and the overwhelming feeling of safety quickly drags them back under. The caretaker pretends not to notice, and instead places a cool hand on the whumpees feverish forehead, before getting up to make some tea.

[plasmodiumpyrexia]

"...I've lost a lot of blood so you'll have t... to repeat that, like... one word at a time."

[jordanstrophe]

I love a war over a single little whumpee.

One side wants them alive, the other wants them dead. The ones who want them alive only want to use them in a bloodier war.

Whumpee's seared with paranoia. They avoid caretaker, they location hop every day till exhaustion, they forget where home is.

[bugpurity]

sickfic/whump prompt:

someone reverting to their native language when theyre sick/traumatised. caretaker panicking bc they do not speak that language and need to understand what the hell the whumpee is yapping about

[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.

[cowboyproletarian]

Prev these tags are everything to me

[seth-whumps]

I'm being waterboarded

[whumpvvoid]

ppl who dont follow my main blog (most of you) wouldn't know i've gotten into warhammer recently but there's so much whump in this setting. magnus's primarch book is the most egregious example bcos this guy is suffering from magical exhaustion, wracking pains, gets nauseous at multiple points in the novel and almost gets a psychic lobotomy... people are pinning this guy down and arching his back... wtf...

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

HEY!

So, I don’t know who this is going to reach, but I hope it reaches anyone or everyone <3

I really want to meet small whump creators on here. I do obsess over a lot of whump creators who are big and somewhat popular, and I always wonder how to find smaller blogs that are lurking around like I do. As a small blog myself.

So if you’re a small whump blog and want to meet new friends, I’d love to read your stories and see what you create. Even if you don’t make anything and just reblog, that’s okay too. I really do think there are hidden gems out there that I’d love to find, but sometimes it’s hard to.

And if you interact with this post, we’ll all find each other and make more friends. At least, that’s what I’d like to think would happen.

And while you’re here, maybe say something in the comments about yourself, your blog, or your stories. What’s your favorite whump trope? What have you put your characters through? What’s the whumpiest media you’ve consumed lately?

As usual, I’ll say that I obsess over everyone’s OC’s and literally want to eat every crumb of lore I can get. I love drawing them too! So please talk about them!

Have a whumperful day!

[seth-whumps]

five small whump things

jaw twitches; whether the character is biting back an insult or a groan of pain or, deliciously, a scream

little breath shudders; those small hitches when something is jostled, or when they can't the words out without their voice trembling from exhaustion or emotion

apologies; mumbled, under their breath, or scraping through the lungs. shoutout to "please" in a hoarse voice or from someone near tears

for androids, thick chunky cables; ports on the back of the neck where they connect, reactions of electricity visible in slightly twitching fingers or rapid blinking

nosebleeds; I especially love them when the character barely acknowledges it, too busy staring at chaos or a wounded friend or the world ending as rivers pool beneath their hands, dripping from their chin

[mothervvoid]

judecca | 5.2k wc, 1/1ch

horus wins the heresy. sanguinius survives it.

[ read it here! ]

[seth-whumps]

characters apologizing for things they have no control over. mumbling sorry while losing consciousness. feeling ashamed of a bleeding wound. embarrassed when an infection sets in. deep seated feverish guilt when they need to be carried, when their legs won't keep them upright anymore and they lean heavy on a friend, slurring apologies..........

[dizzyandseeingstars]

whump things i've been thinking about lately

shaky hands - imagine an exhausted whumpee, dragging their shaky hands across their face, through their hair, or picking up a pen, whatever (caretaker's just gotta see those tremors)

more of a magic whump thing: bleeding from frying your senses: for eye-based magic, maybe whumpee's eyes are bleeding. magic where whumpee needs to channel from their hands -- their fingers are slippery with their own blood. magic words spoken -- whumpee starts coughing up blood. etc. etc.

hypothermia - cold and tired. just like me. except i don't have hypothermia and i don't plan on getting it soon (LN2 got nothing on me trust)

hungry but the whumpee has been hungry for long enough that they learn to ignore it. caretaker finds out whumpee hasn't eaten in [x] days and tries to make them eat food. now maybe whumpee is suddenly nauseous after not eating for so long, and then they throw up. or they're recovering from bad injuries and can't have much more than broth, which makes the hunger worse. idk take your pick

[sickfictropes]

five dialogue prompts for characters who have a hard time resting :)

"Don't sit up. You'll rip your stitches."

"You need to calm down. Your heart rate is spiking."

"Stop trying to get up. I don't want you fainting again."

"Lie back down, please. Your fever is too high for you to be moving around."

"I know we have to keep moving, but if we don't treat that wound now, it'll slow us down even more."

[autumnstar06]

A whumpee who escapes

Either by themselves or with the help of another

Freaking out as they run into the night

Eventually being found by someone, that leads to the authorities being informed

Whumpee did it, they're free. They escaped.

[whump-in-the-closet]

Five Types of Living Weapon Whumpees

The guard dog -> loyalty has been ingrained into their bones, following their handler around like their shadow. No one dares stand against the organization because of the legendary dread surrounding this living weapon. They hardly say a word but every movement is calculated, eyes always darting, always watching. (“You always were their lapdog.”)

The loose cannon -> dangerous for both sides. Always talking back and never predictable, their value is dependent on their skill. If it wasn’t for that, they’d be dead a long time ago. Their loyalty is earned, not bought. No one wants to be on their bad side, walking on tip toe whenever they show up. And they enjoy it. (“What’s everyone looking at? Aren’t you happy to see me? I even brought my rifle!”)

The broken down -> most common type of whumpee I’ve seen. They’ve been overpowered and forced into the commission. They hate their handler more than anything else but see no way out. When they’re told to shoot, they don’t even blink. It’s always “yes, sir” this and “yes, sir” that. If they feel any sympathy, they don’t show it. They’ll do anything to avoid punishment and flinch at quick movements. Nothing they face on the field is worse than the cards they’ve been dealt. (“I understand, sir/ ma’am. I-I’m sorry.”)

The dissenter -> Usually recruited into the organization or joined as a last ditch option. Not necessarily against using their abilities or skill, they just hate being told what to do. As time goes on and their disobedience is punished over and over again, they grow reluctant. Bitter. With every order, they slip in a snarky comment. Roll their eyes. Anything to assert their own identity. Or what’s left of it. (“ah ah ah, you didn’t think i’d notice? The middle finger was a bit much. I’m afraid it will have to go.”)

The ghost in the machine -> known only by their codename by outsiders and by their number in the organization, they’ve been stripped of all humanity. They live, breathe, and think by their handlers orders. They’ve been told over and over again that they are just a weapon. And a weapon does what it’s told. Their anonymity is attached to the organization in the same way a gun is simply an extension of their arm. But at night they still stare up at the ceiling with a blank stare— did they ever a life before this? They can’t remember. (“It’s not like it’s a person. It doesn’t have feelings like that.”)

[dying-crying-pining]

that completely limp sprawl a character does, head tipped back or over someone’s arm, limbs out at odd angles. when they’re sick and finally pass out. when they couldn’t take another step and just stayed where they fell, gone to the world. when they’re knocked out. the vulnerability of that deep, deep lights out moment where they’re just 100% dead weight.