Whump Fan Since Birth

whump is one of my special interests so I decided to make a separate blog for it. TobiasBones is my main blog

[whumpybones]

Know a whumpy movie you want to share? Send 'em here!

I am always looking for whumpy movie (show's and books too) to watch. I often say that whump is the only reason I watch anything!

I only ask that you specify

1. what media ex: show, book, movie, ect.

2. What kind(s) of whump ex: whipping, possession, drugging ect.

I think that's it, suggest away, I love whumpy movies, and I never know where or how to find them

[hurt-comfort-my-beloved]

character b is on the table while the doctors work. They’re out of it and are looking at character a, naively wondering why they won’t make the pain stop, why won’t they fix it? Character a is standing there helplessly, wishing more than anything that they could.

[burntblueberrywaffles]

[dying-crying-pining]

reasons B might be holding A’s face in both hands

• calming A down or keeping them from passing out. “it’s just you and me, yeah? you and me, breathing. you can do that, right, A? c’mon. breathe with me again.”

• distracting A from a heavily bleeding wound or broken bone being set. “ah, ah, ah. look at me. lemme see those pretty brown eyes.”

• shaking them back to awareness, or trying. “A? jesus. A?! you with me?”

• pulling them out of a trance or a freeze-up. “hey. hey.” *pats A on the cheek* “there you are. keep moving, kid.”

• B brushes away A’s tears with the rough pads of their thumbs. could be hospital aftermath, or the end of a traumatic, adrenaline charged moment and the realization of the true cost is hitting A like a ton of bricks. “i know,” B whispers. doesn’t shy away from the uncontrolled, raw display of emotion. holds fast. “i know.”

• A desperately needs rest and finally passes out with B there to anchor them. “let go, kid. i’ve got you.”

[whumpologyy]

Caretaker who doesn't believe in God or religion, who never prays, who finds themselves praying for Whumpee to be okay

[gay-lien-from-space]

Hello fanfiction community,

Just wanted to bring to your attention that the term whump was actually coined by the Stargate fandom specifically to describe making this guy suffer. He is the original Mr. Whump (no that's not his actual name). That's how torturable this guy is.

Everyone say mean things about him.

Here is a non exhaustive list of what he goes through in canon btw:

His parents get crushed to death right in front of him when he is a kid

He is forced to relive the memory of his parents death countless times

He dies and gets resurrected

His wife gets possessed

He fails to save her and she dies in his arms

He dies and gets resurrected again

He gets infected by a virus that makes him act crazy and gets put in an insane asylum

He dies and gets resurrected again

His ex gets possessed

He is exposed to a lethal dose of radiation

He dies and ascends to a higher plane, then gets kicked out of the higher plane and his memory is wiped

He gets kidnapped by a princess

He gets kidnapped by a fish alien

He gets kidnapped and tortured by some terrorists

He gets kidnapped and tortured by another alien

He is driven to insanity by an alien device

He dies and gets resurrected again

He dies and gets resurrected again

[fonthoura]

The one true character of all time, the suffering he must endure for us to be well fed. And I can't tell you how much this list cuts out, the SA, the other numerous deaths, the tortures, the addiction... He truly has done it all.

[rooksshinies]

UGH. whumpee high on meds, begging to sleep because they feel soo tired and strange. But they don’t understand that’s what’s supposed to happen. So they fight it and fight it until Caretaker sits on the edge of the bed and strokes their forehead oh so gently, softly telling Whumpee they can sleep, that it’s safe here and they’ll stay. You’re meant to sleep.

[cygnahime]

Hanahaki disease is a psychosomatic illness. It's a thing that your body does in response to stress over constantly repressing/concealing your feelings in settings with high background magic. It's like you've been ignoring pain for a long time and suddenly your vision starts going dark, because your affected body is just YANKING on random alerts trying to get you to PAY ATTENTION there is a PROBLEM. Yes the flowers do really exist. So do non-magical psychosomatic symptoms. The flowers aren't special.

This does of course open up the trope to options for non-romantic concealed feelings. Which I think is great. There is something viscerally satisfying about the person who seems so outwardly chipper coughing and hacking and spitting up Depression Flowers so now everyone has to know they're hurting. Isn't there?

[specificwatcher]

Hanahaki, but it's a child that feels neglected by their parents.

Hanahaki, but it's someone whose friends have started ghosting them.

Hanahaki, someone's wife is cheating on them.

Hanahaki, the disease that gives you three options: confront your feelings, destroy the love you hold for someone or perish choking on roses.

[totally-cis-offical]

Imagine this for transness

[mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026]

Hanahaki but it’s your body desperately needing you to love and care for it while your mind is trapped in the body that doesn’t fit, that’s wrong as it destroys you from the inside out the longer you aren’t able to get help to make your body feel like you

[philosophicalparadox]

An educational post for writers: the effects of malnutrition/starvation:

Malnutrition/starvation has a bunch of really fucky effects, and I see whump people use malnutrition/starvation from time to time, (i am utilizing it now, hence the post) but rarely do they depict the horrific suffering. I have actually starved before, so here's my medically accurate advice on what that looks like:

Among the most prominent of effects of lack of food/lack of nutritious food ironically not depicted, for it is the most common nutritional deficit on earth, is anemia - lack of iron means your body doesnt produce blood like it used to, which at a point makes you cold all the time! It also messes with your bodily sense of blood pressure, making you more likely to notice tiny changes, which in turn can trigger dizziness, severe anxiety, heart palpitations, fainting, and vascillations between cognitive clarity and a foggy feeling. Lack of iron causes lack of red blood cells, which means you can't distribute oxygen as efficiently. This causes fatigue, a general sense of unwellness, called "malaise", and causes you to breathe and your heart to beat faster than they normally should. This, in turn, can trigger more anxiety! Anemia is a very anxiety inducing deficiency on its own because your body knows it's in trouble and it definitely wants to tell you about it!

It only takes about 3-4 days without food to develop anemia to this degree, though it can take as little as 2 if you already have deficits. If you are eating food but it's lacking in iron this transition can take 2-3 weeks, as your body uses up its iron reserves located in your liver, spleen and bone marrow (where red blood cells are produced).

Malnutrition and especially starvation also screws with your electrolytes, making you prone to dizzy spells and vertigo, and can seriously affect the myelin sheathes around your nerves and the delicate proteins in your brain, which combined with electrolyte imbalance and probable anemia can cause anything from blurred vision, headaches, fatigue and cognitive impairment (pervasive brain fog), at best, all the way up to the moderate landing of muscle spasms and ataxia (loss of coordination) and functional loss of senses like sight and hearing, to the severe landing of seizures and total organ failure. Also, malnourished muscles hurt!!! They hurt to touch, they hurt to move, it hurts to exist!

I once went 8 full days with little to no food, so I know this stuff from experience. Let me tell you, hunger pains are God fucking awful and paradoxically make you feel very nauseous and can cause vomiting, (your body wants to get rid of the concentrated stomach acid) and are truly indescribable in their instinctual ability to instill desperation, depression and terror. You would eat a lot of things you never thought you would after just three days without food. At 8, I was very strongly considering eating my pet birds. I had already begun eating their seeds. The only thing that saved them was one measly bag of potato chips, the very last thing resembling human food in the pantry (the vending machine size chips) on day 6, which gave me just enough salt and fat to rethink that idea.

Anyway, muscles! Hurt!!! Especially if you don't eat a lot of protein to start out. Muscular degeneration or "digestion" (ketosis) can happen surprisingly fast if you arent eating anything at all. 5-7 days usually if you are healthy, though 3 is not unheard of, especially if you are expending a lot of calories and have very little fat. It's quirky hallmark? A strangely sweet and metallic taste in your mouth. Like a penny coated in sugar water. The ache is hard to describe, but it is constantly there, and honestly wore me down psychologically more than the hunger pains, which curiously went away after day 4, only coming back with a vengeance when I tried to eat anything. It hurt to move, it hurt to think about moving, and the constant low level pain was absolute torture. The fatigue didn't help. I normally slept about 6-9 hours. During that time after day 3 or so, I started sleeping 15 or more, in bursts, and had very little energy to do anything but rest. Every now and then I'd get a burst of restlessness, my body pushing me to find food or drink water. It was unpleasant. The headaches were pretty bad too, at first.

Malnutrition, and specifically a lack of protein, also causes pervasive muscle aches and all the neurologic issues mentioned above.

My experience led me to the development of ataxia that has never completely gone away. I remember the panic of nearly blacking out while trying to stand too, and not being able to cognitively focus on anything, much less visually focus. (Started about day 5). Mind you, I was 15 years old and weighed only 89 lbs prior to this period, with a fast metabolism and very little fat. After it I weighed 81 lbs. 8lbs in 8 days is a lot of weight to lose, and boy did my body hate me for some time after that. But my insomnia was cured for a while!

Anyway, i hope this proves insightful for all your whumping and torturous needs. I didn't plan on making it so personal, but hey, I've lived through that, so it seemed relevant to add that here.

Happy writing!

[whumpwillow]

“Lack of iron causes lack of red blood cells, which means you can't distribute oxygen as efficiently. This causes fatigue, a general sense of unwellness, called "malaise", and causes you to breathe and your heart to beat faster than they normally should. This, in turn, can trigger more anxiety!”

SO THAT’s WHY I FEEL THAT WAY

[forthetaintedsorrow-whump]

This is fascinating. But how do you recover from such a starvation experience? What does it take, and how does one get better? Is recovery pretty fast, or is it slow?

[philosophicalparadox]

The recovery is both fast and slow.

I recovered my mental faculties first. As soon as I had carbs in me I immediately felt better, and all I wanted to do was eat and eat and eat. I wasn't even "hungry" exactly, there was just this overwhelming urge to stuff my face.

But I knew that was a bad idea.

When you don't eat for a while, your digestion goes out of whack. You can't process food the same way, cause you've starved the bacteria that digests your food for you in your gut and stomach. Plus your stomach acid isn't being produced as much, and the smooth muscle loses its flexibility somewhat and "shrinks" (contracts). It means you feel full quickly, but are not satisfied at all by it. You just want to keep eating, and a kind of war begins between the impulse to keep eating and the feeling of a full belly. Many people vomit because they lose out to the impulse and their stomach, not having the enzymes or acid to digest much, and being cramped up so it can't move things, can't take it. That's why you start with starches. Carbs. They digest easiest, and restore your electrolyte imbalance.

After eating enough bread to just fill me up, I noticed almost immediately that I felt more alert and springy. But I still ached terribly. In fact it felt worse as the sugars entered my system 20 minutes later and my body shifted out of crisis conservation mode and into damage control mode, sending help to damaged muscles and nerves. Healing those creates inflammation, which increases the pain.

I kept on a diet of pretty much nothing but simple carbs like bread and potatoes, for three days, spending most the time sleeping off the fever that sprung from the inflammation. (101F). I then ate some turkey the landlord had brought us (more on that below the cut) in small bits. I was surprised to find it tasted disgusting, since I normally like turkey, and took that as a sign my body wasn't ready for that yet. It was probably a wise choice. I craved fat, and salt, so ate mashed potatoes like they were going out of style. My body sang and I felt so elated at even the smell of them that I literally ate nothing but that for another three days. I had more energy and the fever was receding, though I had headaches daily and BOY was my gut unhappy, but luckily I only had diarrhea. Long enough, (2 weeks or so) and you lose the ability to digest much at all, leaving you with a gut paralyzed by gas.

So I ate mashed potato until the turkey caught my nose. It smelled good, so taking my bodily cues, I ate some. Slowly. My headache almost immediately lessened, and i got a jolt of feel-good all over me, so I stated mixing it into the potatoes and transitioning slowly over 4 days onto eating the turkey on its own. I didn't want to shock my system in its fragile state, since there was no way to a hospital except by medi-evac by helicopter. (More context below the cut), assuming the weather allowed. If something went wrong I had no real help. People often died in this town due to medical emergencies.

And so it went with everything. I focused on carbs and protein, since that's what I craved, and just took it as slow as I could. It took a week of damn near eating half a turkey before my muscles improved, and the headaches went away entirely. Then we had beef in the form of hamburger, which I HATE, but never in my life had I loved it more. It was iron, fat, protein and salt. Combined with fried potatoes I was in bliss, and began to recover much more quickly. I was still weak and fatigued for another week or so, and still had bad dizzy spells, but those improved by weeks end.

All in all it took about a month to recover to where I had been before, body and mind, though I was functional after 2 weeks.

Context below the cut, for the curious:

We lived in a small mountain town in Northern CA with passes at both ends, which was the only way in or out of town. Those passes closed from November to May, no one in, no one out. That meant that from November to May, there were zero supply or food trucks coming in. There were exactly two places in town you could buy food at all - a CVS and the tiniest Wal-Mart ever, which was only the grocery. We had to travel north to Ashland or Medford, OR, regularly, to bulk buy food and sneak it back over the CA border. Everyone in town did this. We knew the passes would close, but we severely underestimated the severity of winter weather on the eastern slope of the cascades, at 4.5k feet elevation. We expected the passes to open at least periodically, and stocked food accordingly. They did not.

We had just used up most of our food supply by early November, and thought we would have time for another trip north to restock. We did not. A freak weather system came in November 3rd, and stayed into Thanksgiving. I was ok until Thanksgiving break, because I was eating at school. But by that time we had used up nearly every edible thing in the house already. My mother is stubborn and proud and insisted we could make it until the storm passed and the passes would re open. They never did.

She got by being fed by her coworkers, and bringing home scraps, for that's all you could call them. A few mouthfuls does not ease the hunger at all, and actually makes it feel more torturous, so after a few days I just stopped eating them. It was too much. It wasn't until day 6 or so that i ate the scraps again after the chips spurred my hunger back.

My mother finally caved to our landlord on day 8 that we were unprepared for the "starving time" as they called it, which we thought was a joke since it was our first winter living there and we didn't really know anyone, since we were "outsiders" and thus not really received warmly by the 3k people living there.

The landlord was suitably appalled and would probably have contacted authorities if there was any that could have helped. Instead his wife spent two full weeks bringing food to our house, including a whole turkey. She stayed around with me while my mom was at work, making sure I ate and was doing better since my mom had mentioned I was sleeping all the time and she wasn't sure what was wrong. (DUH?)

There was no hospital. A urgent care was next to the jail, but it had two doctors and was only open three days a week for a few hours. They had three nurses between them. All they could do was stabilize, in the event of a rattlesnake bite (not uncommon) and prescribe meds. If you needed help, a helicopter had to come and get you from Redding, which was a 4 hour drive in good weather.

So yes. Lesson learned kids - listen to the locals! They're not usually half as crazy as they sound!

[redd956]

Whump Prompt List: Parental Caretaker

Caretaker calling whumpee dear, baby, sugar, sweetie, champ, and anything similar

Like "Stay with me baby. You're doing great, just stay with me."

Parental caretaker guiding/encouraging whumpee with their words

"Hold on to me tight dear."

"I've got you... [Caretaker's] got you."

"It's alright. I'm here... I'm here now"

Caretaker giving whumpee permission to express their pain or cry

Caretaker hugging, holding, or cradling whumpee

"It's okay- It's okay... You did everything right..."

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

Caretaker patting whumpee on the back as they embrace

Drying whumpee's face with their sleeve

Lulling a whumpee to sleep. Maybe they're telling a story, humming or singing. Maybe they got whumpee a priceless gift like an white noise machine or music box, and whumpee is listening to it in order to sleep

[sicklybelly]

character who was medically neglected as a child and now they're horrible with illnesses

getting seriously ill but not going to the doctor until they're in extreme danger because their parents did the same to them as a kid

never getting tested for food allergies / intolerances and just vomiting anytime they eat a certain food or food group

ignoring a chronic symptom they've had since they were a kid just to find out oh, they have (insert chronic illness / disease / condition)

accidentally being a shit caretaker to another character because they don't know proper remedies or medications to help them feel better

being extremely emetophobic because their parents would panic severely infront of them anytime they vomited

character being terrified of shots because they never had them growing up and now they have to make up for all the vaccines they missed

not knowing the signs right before they vomit so they can never make it to the toilet on time

[dying-crying-pining]

reasons B might be holding A’s face in both hands

• calming A down or keeping them from passing out. “it’s just you and me, yeah? you and me, breathing. you can do that, right, A? c’mon. breathe with me again.”

• distracting A from a heavily bleeding wound or broken bone being set. “ah, ah, ah. look at me. lemme see those pretty brown eyes.”

• shaking them back to awareness, or trying. “A? jesus. A?! you with me?”

• pulling them out of a trance or a freeze-up. “hey. hey.” *pats A on the cheek* “there you are. keep moving, kid.”

• B brushes away A’s tears with the rough pads of their thumbs. could be hospital aftermath, or the end of a traumatic, adrenaline charged moment and the realization of the true cost is hitting A like a ton of bricks. “i know,” B whispers. doesn’t shy away from the uncontrolled, raw display of emotion. holds fast. “i know.”

• A desperately needs rest and finally passes out with B there to anchor them. “let go, kid. i’ve got you.”

[whumpybones]

I want to write fanfic so bad but my computer is like really bad, it’s soooo laggy that I can’t get anything done. I don’t know what to doooooo

[comfortingcatharsis]

An injured character has a sudden spasm of pain and can only gasp, freeze, and clutch at the nearest object as they ride it out, body curled and tense against the surge of pain washing through them, hands clenched and clinging to whatever's closest for an anchor until the pain subsides.

[1whump-dump1]

[aceofwhump]

Project Hail Mary (2025)

(please enjoy these screen caps while I work on figuring how the heck to make gifs of this insanely lit and very strobey whump scene)

[uh-whump]

They've been through this before, it's not an unusual occurrence. Whumpee and Caretaker have been sitting on the bathroom floor for the past hour, with Whumpee curled in Caretaker's arms. Caretaker is rubbing their back with a soft motion, praying that they won't go through another round of vomiting/pain/panic attack/whatever.

Suddenly they feel Whumpee's breath hitch and their shoulders shake. They frantically move Whumpee's face from their chest, searching for any sign of suffering, and they're met with red-rimmed, wet eyes.

"Hey, hey... What's wrong? Talk to me, come on... Do you feel worse?"

Whumpee can barely get air into their lungs as they let their tears fall freely. They shake their head, squeeze their eyes shut and bury themself back under Caretaker's chin.

They're exhausted, in pain, cold and so damn useless.

"I'm- I'm sorry"