So this probably comes as no surprise but I very much appreciate all the whump and hurt/comfort elements of bleeding and blood loss. The aesthetics, the whump value, the plot value: it’s all glorious!
- symptoms of blood loss: cold and shivery; feeling faint; losing coherency; heart racing; hands shaking; vision dimming
- the injury reveal where a hand or jacket is moved aside to show a spreading red stain
- a manic grin with bloodstained teeth
- being held down so someone can put pressure on the wound
- needing to somehow put enough pressure on his own wound
- being pale and tired for days afterwards from the blood loss
- being pale and tired because of anemia
- ‘buddy’ transfusions - someone giving blood directly to the injured person because there’s no time for ‘proper’ treatment at a hospital
- internal bleeding: all the symptoms of blood loss without drawing attention to the injury for some time
- dark clothes which hide all of the blood he’s lost
- someone touches him and their hand comes away red
- bright red leaking through white bandages
- standing in a shower and the water on the floor turning red-brown as the blood washes off him
- the desperate panicked chaos of a sudden injury that causes a lot of bleeding
- the quiet desperation of watching someone bleed out slowly over hours
- a ragged cough which ends with blood on his lips
- the sudden, surprising warmth from torn stitches and fresh bleeding
- accidentally finding a blood stained shirt and new medical supplies when no-one was thought to have been injured
- blood welling up between hands pressed hard against the wound
- smears of blood left on a wall, marking which way he went and how he had to support himself
- tracking a trail of blood
- tenderly cupping someone’s face with a blood stained hand, and leaving a smear of blood
- gently washing away the blood from his hair and skin and hands
- putting back on clothes which are stiff and cold with old blood
- staring at his own blood stained hand in confusion
- desperately trying to finish a task before the blood loss becomes too much; feeling the adrenaline pushing him through but also speeding up the blood loss
Two characters that are beaten to absolute shit, but still manage to drag themselves across the ground so they can collapse next to each other instead of apart. <3
Also consider: In the midst of a battle, the slightly less injured character dragging themself over to their more gravely injured companion’s side. (To see if they’re still alive? To try to put pressure on a bleeding wound? To try and get both of them to a more sheltered location? Or simply because they’re bound and determined to stick together, no matter what.)
Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, back and forth, over and over. Sensing that Caretaker is waiting by their side, wanting to wake up and stay alert for a proper reunion, but their exhausted mind and body just keep dragging them back down.
Holding their abdomen as they cough up blood. Doubling over, trying to cry, trying to relieve the pain any way they can. But it just gets worse, their pressure, trying to find some sort of outlet, makes it so much worse. They’re sobbing trying so hard to reach someone who can help. Stumbling, falling against the wall, shaking, all the way down to their knees.
When caretaker finally reaches them they hold them close, but they’re not the medic. They don’t have any pain meds, and worse still they’re pinned down. They can’t get anywhere until extraction can reach them. So caretaker’s best bet is to try and hold them in a comfortable position, and help them calm down. Gently help them slow their tears so that their ribs don’t suffer as much, wiping the blood from their mouth.
I’ll probably update or edit this post as things go along.
You can just call me Cracked or Cracked Crystal or whatever.
I go by she/her. I’m 18.
To start off, ever since I was young I’ve been drawn to these types of things. I just kinda like them, and sometimes they’ll give me butterfly-type feelings. Which I kinda seek everytime.
I didn’t really understand it, and I would write about it without knowing what it was. So later on, it was nice to learn I wasn’t alone on this. But since I’m incredibly shy I just kind of looked at alot of whump-relates Tumblr blogs without making an actual account for over a year I wanna say (I have way to many saved tabs lol).
I got a boyfriend, he already knows and we happily tease about it together. In fact, you have him to partially thank for the existence of this blog.
I’m into art. Both traditional and digital. I still have yet to set up a thing for commissions but I do want to at one point. I also have a different and regular Tumblr account but I’m going to do my best not to link the two, obviously. This is just for whump stuff.
I also have stories and as a result- alot of OCs. Which I’ll probably be making art of in the future and posting here. (Although I can’t gurentee every single OC post will stick around depending on what I do with the stories in the future)
I hope to get more engaged in the community, despite my shyness (about everything lol). I’m not really worried about popularity or anything like that. But if you have any questions or want to talk feel free.
-Now for my whump trope list-
In no particular order
Absolute favorites
Lab and subject expiements stuff
Magical and power caused whump. Either by curses or side effects to that ability (I like to get real particular and specific with it too lol)
General weakness
General Fear (and sometimes paranoia)
(intense) nightmares
Passing out
Bleeding out/Blood loss
Impaled or stabbed
Dizziness and vertigo
Unconfused eyes and mental confusion
To weak to stand/faltering
Coughing up blood (or some kind of blood equivalent)
Cuffs, Chains, or bound whumpee (+struggling and straining)
Entanglement or trapped in a vulnerable spot
Vines or ya know, the restraints that are alive or controlled by an outside force.
Whumper become the whumpee
A sudden cause of pain that takes whumpee by surprise
The pain or weakness eventually overcoming a very determined or emotional whumpee (suddenly succumbing)
Self inflicted wounds
Painful nessiarily for healing or getting over something worse
Posioning/posioned
Betrayal and backstab (mayhr even revealed by a physical attack, such as a literal stab).
Smart whumpee slowly manipulating the current situation to their benfit, but still having to go through all the suffering regardless to get to a point.
Vampire whump (both victim and vampire)
Snakes. Squeezing and posion bite.
Choking and stragulation
Breath knocked out (and that’s just the start of what’s to come)
Being dragged towards the danger
A lil’ bit of manhandling
Long progression of curse or posion that slowly gets worse (and worse).
Some psycological and moral complexity of the whumpee, whumper, and/or caretaker. (And some angst lol)
Caretaker become whumpee (most of the time)
Whumpee being harmed during a running scene.
Drowning and water related scenes.
Whumper having (slow) change or heart and begrudgingly being a caretaker
Whumpee having to save the whumper or caretaker (despite wounds)
Electrocution
Trembling
Memories and flashbacks and panic over that (usually alone)
Whumper or unwilling teamate taking advantage of a whumpee’s (pre-existing) injury (clutching it to make them succumb or get their point across)
Webbed up.
Held captive (usually)
Jail or designated lab cell.
Headache that keeps getting worse and worse
Once defiant, now broken. (+Whumpee’s previous confident demeanour suddenly or even slowly shattering, from the personal or/and physical attacks that cut just a bit to deep)
Immortal whumpees or characters that aren’t quite human, that aren’t used to or supposed to feel pain, feeling pain.
Certain royal whumpees
Gunshots to the whumpee (usually)
Certain times of minimal torture
Multiple whumpers
Dark room and/or blindfolded (they don’t know what’s coming to them)
Some intimate whumpers.
Failed escape
Character who risks their life a little to often (sometimes due to feelings of worthlessness)
Nausea
Starvation (and sometimes dehydration)
Just won’t die
Loss of control over self mentally or physically (such as a body part being controlled by an outside or unwanted force)
Whumpee uncomfort
Those slight sounds
But also- AGONYYY
Ok/mid things (still like them but to moderate or fluctuating degrees. It can also depend on the scene)
Emotional whump (sadness ig)
Recovery
Whumpee dies
Mob situations (close to favorite)
Non-human whumpees (depends, half the time it’s a favorite)
Regular coughing
Colds and most sickness whump
Collars
Hypothermia
Defiant whumpee
Cages
Whipping (sometimes will be a favorite though, depends on the scene)
Temporily blindness
Spider and creepy crawlies (the bigger the better, the smaller the more nah)
Severe burning (the more burning the more nah it is)
Nosebleed
Headwound itself
Memory loss (close to nah)
Live action whump (very rare when it’s a favorite)
Begging
Overdosing (can really fluctuate between mid and favorite and sometimes nah)
Depressed whumpee
Injections
Ehhhhhh- Nah.
(very) intense gore and guts
That one moment where something sharp and sometimes needle like it slowly gonna pierce an eye
Most Pet whump stuff (some can be mid)
Most female whump
Way to much screaming
Genuine concussion
Blood-gut squishing noises (ya know the sound effect)
Overkill (with just about anything)
Almost all surgery without anesthesia (some can be mid tho)
Teeth pulling
Amputation, missing limbs.
Minor or pregnant whumpees. (Cool if caretaker tho)
I love it when restraints aren’t necessary, when the captive’s hands aren’t tied together and they aren’t dragged anywhere by forceful hands but they still follow when they’re called because they just know they have no choice. There’s no need to stop them from fighting or trying to escape because they’ve already been made to see that it’s useless.
That hiss when the caretaker first touches the whumpee’s wound and the eye contact immediately after - whumpee’s tears welling up in pain and caretaker’s concerned gaze.
A team had been sent out to scope out a possible location for C’s den and as it turns out, it was. A had been missing for three months and they’d finally found her. B won’t believe it till he sees her for himself.
Where is she
The van with the team and A finally pulls up. Agents swarm them, trying to get a glimpse of the agency’s finest spy who was violently taken from them.
Where is she
Where is she
B pushes his way through the crowd and sees her.
A’s hair hides her face as she hunches forward. She’s wearing an oversized jacket probably placed on her by a team member. Many hands support her waist and her shoulders as she limps heavily. As he finally pushes himself before her, B sees one of the sleeves of the jacket hangs limp - it’s empty.
'A,’ B says to his girlfriend.
A looks up, her amber eyes undo him. Seeing B, A gasps softly and she pushes out of the others’ hands to limp towards him. He sees her right arm in a makeshift sling inside her jacket. It looks utterly broken and bloody, bright blood has already seeped through the sling.
She makes it one step before she falls forward into his arms. A cries out at the impact but she smiles up at B.
'B,’ A says softly. 'I never thought I’d see you again’
B helps her to stand but her legs give out from underneath her. A stretcher arrives and B helps to lift her onto it before walking alongside it to the infirmary.
B isn’t allowed in when they treat her but he sits outside the door listening, waiting. Right beside the door, he can hear A’s every scream and groan as they treat her. His insides twist and wrench at every sound and he feels so uneasy listening to her in pain. Tears prick his eyes and then they fall in rivulets. He sits for hours, head in his hands until the doctors finally emerge and allow him to see her.
A lies slightly propped up on the bed. Her right arm is fully casted and rests propped up beside her. Her right leg also rests in a cast, it peeks out from beneath her blanket. Every part of skin B can see is bruised. His stomach drops at the sight of her so broken.
'B,’ A smiles, her voice hoarse. 'You’re still here’
'I-’ B chokes up. 'You are everything to me’
A chuckles. 'Sappy isn’t your style, B’
B smiles slightly, how could she be cheering him up at a time like this?
'A’
'Yep,’ A looks up at him curiously. Her eyes aren’t as bright as they used to be. B looks at her solemnly.
'I know he hurt you badly. I know that. You don’t have to pretend you’re okay because I want you to feel safe with me.’
A’s features soften, her brows furrow.
B continues, 'I love you. I love you so much I wish I had told you more. I want to be there for you when you want me to.’
A’s eyes are glassy and she nods. 'I just.. want to laugh again’
B’s eyes also shine as he nods back. 'You will. I promise’
Whump prompt - vampire enemy but it’s forced proximity
Character A and their enemy - a vampire, join forces against a common enemy. They’re hiding from soldiers who are gradually converging on them. Vampire is weak and shuddering due to injuries and starvation. Vampire’s eyes grow feral and they become increasingly twitchy at the smell of A’s blood. A snaps at Vampire to ‘get it together’ but they are obviously not listening. So before Vampire’s erratic sounds reveal them to the soldiers, A offers up their wrist. Vampire looks at A, their face flashes apology, wanting to say no, before they’re overcome with hunger and lunge for A’s neck. Vampire’s jaw clamps on and blood sprays as they aggressively bite down. A tries to struggle against it but they slow and their expression turns euphoric. Vampire holds A in their arms, holding them closer to their mouth. A closes their eyes. The soldiers find the pair and hold weapons up to them. Vampire unclamps from A’s neck and suddenly comes to their senses. Now stronger, Vampire easily takes down the soldiers. But when Vampire looks back, A is still unconscious.
The spy and the healer (Enemies to lovers First meeting fic): ‘Your bloody knuckles betray you’
A strides quickly up the dark corridor, constantly checking behind her for the security chasing her. Her lungs burn but she manages to keep her breathing silent. It’s her first mission and she’s so lost despite having spent hours poring over the blueprint of the enemy’s headquarters.
The grey walls feel as if they’re closing in on her until she sees a door of frosted glass near. It’s dark on the other side so she opens it quietly and slips inside. A fumbles for her flashlight, allowing herself to pant freely in her temporary refuge. She can’t discern any wind that may come from a window. The room feels small, an office perhaps. She finally grabs a hold of her flashlight but before she can shine it, the room’s lights up in brilliant white.
A’s heart near leaps out of her chest, she almost curses aloud. Looking around, she sees a desk before her. It’s covered in paperwork and books. Behind it, a chair with a white coat laid carelessly atop. Against the far wall is a patient bed and various medical equipment lays beside it. There’s another door on the other side of the room, across from the bed. That’s where the figure steps out from.
'I don’t usually get visitors at this hour,’ B says, closing the door.
He walks up to A, running his hair through his messy black curls. He looks at her, and stops.
A averts her eyes and her hands move behind her meekly.
'Recruit!’ B says jovially, regarding her ill-fitting disguise.
'I’ve never seen you before. Guess you’ve never had the pleasure of being injured enough to see me’
A looks up and their eyes meet.
He looks young for a healer, he’s probably naive too. Under the white lights, his soft brown eyes sparkle.
'Recruit, take a seat’ B pats the patient bed.
Hesitant to leave the door, A steps slowly past the desk and toward B. She feels his eyes on her, assessing, undressing.
Sit sit, he gestures. And she does.
He pulls his chair close to her. Tutting softly, he brings a soft cotton pad to the angry red cut along her right jaw. It stings but as he does so, she looks around the room further. As she suspected, there are no windows in this room but she’s not sure about the room that the healer exited from earlier. Her best bet is probably to leave the way she entered. Right now, she’s sitting duck in this healer’s office.
'Luckily, your cut isn’t that deep that I need to stitch it’, B says softly, sticking the adhesive bandage to her face.
'Now, let me see these,’ B reaches for her hands. A’s knuckles are split and bleeding. She bites the tip of her tongue to stop her hiss as he takes one hand in his and spreads an antiseptic gel over them. Although he’s wearing gloves, his hand is warm and soft. A watches him as he focusses on cleaning her knuckles. The healer’s dressed in a sweater, he doesn’t wear his coat. He looks around her age. She feels a small guilt for deceiving him.
B finishes applying the solution to her hands and reaches over to his desk to retrieve a book. She holds her hands out as he fans the book over them. The cool air instantly relieving the heat and pain.
B smirks. 'Recruit, you’re a model patient. Even the toughest pros tear up when I give them the antiseptic for their cuts. But not you, recruit.’
He takes a small roll of white bandage out of a drawer and begins to wrap her knuckles.
'Tell me recruit, what’s your name?’
'A’
'Nice to make your acquaintance A. I’m B’
'Doctor B?’
'No no, just B’
'A, how did you injure yourself?’
The question is posed casually but A grows wary.
'Training. I, er, went too far’
B hums acknowledgment. He finishes up wrapping her second hand and leans back over to his desk. His fingers find a button beneath and press it.
Looking at A, he says
'You sure you didn’t get them from our guards, Agent A?’
He smiles crookedly.
'Your bloody knuckles betray you. All our recruits are forced to wear hand wraps during training’
The distant sound of boots approaching grows louder and louder. A stands up abruptly in an attempt to make a mad rush for the door but there’s a sharp, cold prick under her chin as B holds up a pair of scissors.
'Uhuh, not so fast little recruit. I’ll cut you a deal, since you were such a good patient. If you go now, you’ll have like five seconds on 'em.’
'In exchange for what?’ A asks through gritted teeth.
'This.’ B undoes the zipper of her jumpsuit and tugs off the locket at her neck.
A’s eyes go wide and she lunges for it but B jumps out of reach. She’s torn between retrieving her locket or running for her life. A bolts for the door but as she leaves she hears B call:
'See you around recruit’
When she’s gone, he looks at the locket in his palm.
Spy fic imagine - ‘You couldn’t be more wrong.. I worship you’
Agent A sags against her chains in her cell. Her hands and feet are bound with cuffs with spikes protruding inwards. Blood is smeared on her arms and ankles, it also drips off her chin from her broken nose.
The basement is dark and dead silent, save for her pained, shaking breaths. Then she hears steps and the cell door rattles.
'A! Are you okay?’ A voice whispers.
A is losing consciousness but at the sound of B’s voice, it’s low rasp, she jerks awake.
'B?’ Her voice cracks hoarsely from the two days without water or food.
She searches for his brown eyes but they’re focused on padlock. Deftly, B picks the lock and enters her cell silently. He doesn’t look at her and instead eyes the locks around her wrists and ankles. Bending down, his hair brushes against her knee as he picks the lock around her ankles. When it springs free he grasps her calves one at a time, just above the wounds where the cuffs have cut her, and guides them out of the chains. His hand is warm against her freezing skin. Her knees are on the verge of buckling.
'Can you stand?’ he asks in a low whisper.
'Yes’ she manages to croak out.
He stands, moving to pick the locks for her wrist cuffs. B looks up at the lock that holds A’s hands above her head. She stares at his chest, his broad shoulders, his neck, his adam’s apple..
'Done’ he says, lock springing free.
A sighs deeply as she lowers her aching arms and bloody wrists. She can’t see how badly they’re torn up but they sting like hell.
'Come on’ B says, walking over to the cell door.
He exits and holds it open for her to step out. She follows B’s lead as he walks quickly out of the basement. Darkness bites the edges of her vision as she moves, limbs burning.
B turns a corner, telling her to wait behind. He’s spotted two men and goes to distract them. She watches and waits for his signal but is suddenly pulled backward. Another man holds her against him, her throat in his elbow.
Instinctually, A manoeuvres out of it. For a brief moment, she feels powerful, kicking the man down. But very quickly the adrenaline fades..
Pain shoots up her limbs and dizziness overwhelms her. B runs back in time to see A kick the man away and immediately collapse onto the ground, eyes closing.
'No, A!’ he shouts.
More gang members rush to them. B runs toward her and loops his arm around her back.
'A, wake up! Come on!’
A stirs enough to move her legs weakly. B runs, half carrying, half pushing A till they are out of the den and in the clear, narrowly missing the gang members at their heels.
Out in the open, the mid afternoon sun hits them straight in the eyes. B radios urgent pickup from the crew on standby. A’s knees buckle from the pain and she collapses.
'Woah!’ B bends with her and moves his other arm behind her knees. He sits on the ground, cradling her weak form in his lap. A looks up and his brown eyes, now brilliant in the sun, meet hers.
'Why are you here?’ she asks
'You’re one of the best. There’s no way..’
'No, why are you here?’ A’s eyelids are daring to close, her limbs feel heavy.
B stills at the question and looks up. In his lap, A’s breathing slows and he realises he needs to keep talking to keep her awake.
'Because I had to find you’
A huffs. Her eyes slightly open as she mumbles,
'You don’t care where I am. Eight years we’ve been.. been in this job and you.. you never cared.. what I was up to’
'You couldn’t be more wrong.. A, I worship you’
His own confession has his heart hammering in his chest. B hears the distant sound of a helicopter and looks down at A’s face, unconscious on his elbow.
He bends over to kiss her forehead, almost sorry that he chose the worst time to confess. Then he lifts her, cradling her close and walks toward the landing helicopter.
Why do you always insist you’ve got it covered when you so clearly don’t?
Get your head out of your ass. You’re not strong enough to save us all on your own
And where did that get you?
I was going to have you punished for disobeying me but looks like they got to you first
You were stupid enough to get hurt in the first place so you’re damn well not allowed to pass out now
Quit your whining or I’ll shove the blade in further
(yelling) Afraid I’d yell at you? Your punk-ass would rather die than get yelled at?
Hey actually I do want your opinion on one thing- does it hurt more getting the blade shoved in (pulls blade out much to the painful surprise of whumpee) or out?
(Upon seeing whumpee’s bandages drenched in blood) *Sighs. This wound is almost as stubborn as you are.
Hi do you have a second to think about a whumpee on the ground in seriously heavy rain? And (wait!) they’re bleeding heavily from a wound in their stomach but it’s raining so hard, their blood runs rivers away from them. The whumpee drags themselves painfully forward with one arm - the other holds their wound. Their legs drag behind them, one broken and the other is too weak to hold weight at all. Raindrops piercing into them like icicles, the whumpee groans with every effort but each end up in a fit of coughs from the cold. The ground, though roughly paved, turns muddy. Whumpee grimaces at the pain but also at the sound of their useless body dragging heavily across the coarse ground, rain pelting onto them like bullets. They slow, unable to pull themselves much further and black out completely. The rain eventually stops and whumpee stays unmoving, barely breathing and cold as ice in a wide, slick puddle of their own blood.
Hero is on the run from a traumatic event and is looking for Villain, their last hope. Hero experiences more trauma and accumulates serious injuries along their journey yet they don’t lose hope. The characters’ history makes Hero nervous, given that they parted on less than amicable terms but they’ve come too far to be ashamed - Villain was right all along.
Hero nervously approaches Villain’s camp in the woods, emerging from the dark like a wounded animal. They’re starved, dehydrated, unwashed and bloody. Villain recognises Hero immediately and rushes to them.
‘Hero, what are you doing-’
Hero’s gaze meet’s Villain’s and their eyes immediately well up in tears. Their throat chokes up with sob and they begin to cry heavily.
Villain stares at them for a second before wrapping their arms around Hero, stroking the back of their head.
Nearby campmates reach for their weapons and slink away into the shadows where they’ll have a clear shot of hero nonetheless.
Hero’s sobs weaken to whimpers and their eyes roll back. Hero collapses suddenly but Villain lifts them and runs toward their tent. Villain yells to the others to bring water, medicines and other resources. The other campmates look wary but obey, hurriedly grabbing what they can and following Villain into the tent to collectively heal Hero.
A character’s POV where a teammate offers a hand to help them up and they take it, grimacing and grumbling but relieved that everything is over. Yet when they are upright, the world tilts dramatically onto a sharp downward plane. They don’t feel themselves falling, but the teammate’s shocked face is moving further away. The sudden impact of the ground jolts their bones in their weakened body. Dizziness consumes them, the world spinning on a different plane to them. And pain creeps in - biting their brain, pinching their nerves, seizing their body to move awkwardly and pull at torn muscles.
There are snatches of voices - their name, reassurances, and they wish they could speak and tell them not to worry. But they are no longer in control. There is only dizziness and pain and soon, nothing.
Little white scars. Ones that accumulate on the hands and forearms from a lifetime of sparring.
Giant, jagged scars. They’re breathtaking if they cross the face or go through an eye, leaving permanent damage to sight or the movement of facial muscles. Or even on the leg, giving them a limp. Strong characters who are proud of their scars. But I melt at the mention of these scars being hidden by a character who is ashamed of them. A large scar that constantly hurts them and people they’ve known for years who have no clue of trauma that they carry.
Angry red scars. Well, glorified cuts that won’t heal. I’d give this to a character who’s always getting a blade shoved beneath their jaw and refuses to get it looked at because ‘the other bastard was just trying to send a message’. Also to characters who are still inexperienced at combat and always get run across with the end of a blade. Blood wells up beneath the surface but the cut isn’t deep enough to break skin.
Surgical scars. Typically quite neat and discrete so are a good segue to a backstory of traumatic injury. Most noticeable (and badass) on the scalp as the white, hairless scar stands out from darker hair. These are so good for giving backstory for frequent serious headaches or migraines and even for slightly odd whumpy behaviour such as fainting, feeling dizzy, nausea, memory loss, drowsiness, spacing out, mood swings, changes to personality
Branding scars. Very few things are more traumatising to me in whump fics than branding and branding scars. The dehumanisation, the shame and the excruciating pain of the burning metal itself. And the symbol being a constant reminder of it all? It’s serotonin in the most sadistic way. But I’m all about putting a character through the worst of times then splurging on the comfort chapter before repeating it over again.
Emotional scars. I know everyone has these, okay, I know. But a whumpee who needs a LOT of convincing that they are safe with caretaker to even talk about the smallest details about themselves is peak character design. I don’t make the rules.
Whumpee is kidnapped and tortured for caretaker’s identity. Every time they’re asked ‘What is their name?’, Whumpee always answers the same.
'They never told me. They never told me’
But the punches and the stabs keep on coming. Till Whumpee is on the ground, terribly wounded and barely conscious. They still painfully mutter the same thing.
Till Caretaker shows up after realising that Whumpee is missing. They beat up the kidnappers and untie Whumpee. Caretaker supports Whumpee’s weight, trying to keep them upright. But Whumpee whispers their name, Caretaker’s realname, before collapsing into their arms.
Caretaker had never told them their name yet somehow Whumpee had figured it out themselves. They told half-truths to their kidnappers to protectcaretaker and almost died in the process.
I dare you to write your favourite oddly specific whump tropes
These are mine:
Hidden injury
A stubborn whumpee and a caretaker who’s angry at them for constantly risking their life
Exhausted due to excessive use of magic (and fainting afterward)
Trying to get up, then being immediately hit by dizziness and collapsing
Limping or staggering (this ain’t even a trope but I’m obsessed with how whumpees are depicted as so vulnerable when they can barely keep themselves upright)
Tag a friend or five so they can add theirs!
Some accounts I absolutely adore and would love to hear from (hope you don’t mind):
It’s all fun and games till I imagine my caretaker character throwing themselves over the severely injured whumpee, begging the whumper to hurt them instead.
A character helps others get to safety before falling to their knees. Now that they’re alone, exhaustion grips them and pulls them to the ground. They fall heavily and lay unmoving. There’s no energy left for the way back.
Villain challenges Hero who is gasping for air on the ground. 'I want a real fight’
Caretaker crying over whumpee’s unresponsive form. 'Please get up’
'Can you hear me?’
Communications crackle as Hero tries to radio into HQ
Whumpee is fading and can hear Caretaker’s voice as if it is in the distance. Despite Caretaker shaking them, their eyes close and their body becomes limp.
'Here, let me’
A is struggling to complete a task. Impatiently, B takes over.
Whumpee tries to stitch up a wound themselves but their hands shake in fear and pain. Caretaker gently takes the needle and thread from their hands and hands them a bottle of alcohol instead.
'I can’t’
Hero drops the dagger, shaking. 'I can’t. I can’t kill you’. Villain, tied up, huffs and retorts 'So what are you good for?’
Tears run down caretaker’s face. 'I can’t leave you’. Whumpee smiles despite the pain and reaches up to cup Caretaker’s face, wiping their tears gently with their thumb.
'Where have you been hiding?’
Whumper’s sinister call echoes as they search the woods near their property. With those wounds, whumpee couldn’t have gone far.
A strokes hair out of B’s face as they lay beside each other. 'Where have you been hiding my whole life?’ they say softly.
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Classy (although cliche to most) examples of whump in comedies. I love them so much that even though the whump is minor it ends up being the most memorable part for me.
By trope:
Drunken misadventures
Getting injured while incredibly drunk and not even knowing it. Then, upon waking the next morning, realising that something really hurts and it’s not just their hangover. Cue the awkward small talk about their heavily bandaged limb where someone asks about how it happened and they panic and come up with a crazy story that makes them sound like a hero
Getting absolutely hammered and taking a stranger home. Yet the next morning, the stranger wakes up injured and blames them for it.
Reunited (and it does not feel good)
Meeting a stranger while they’re both in sick bay (or urgent care). Bonus point if protagonist ended up there doing something embarrassing. They tell the stranger all about their embarrassing tale, since of course they’re never going to meet again. Cut to running into them later in life and they teasingly address protagonist by their injury (or a detail from their embarrassing moment).
Protagonist gets into a heated argument with a stranger (be it road rage, they’re taking too long at the coffee shop), yet later they’re injured and find out that the stranger is their doctor
Leaving after an argument only to get injured outside and then having to swallow their pride and call the other person to come get them
Impromptu mentor
Professional (Athlete/ dancer/ musician..) gets injured before a big competition and ends up having to mentor their replacement
It hurts on rainy days
Jokingly showing someone how their joint makes a fun clicking sound but the other person grabs them and tests it out. They cry out in pain, scolding the other person for twisting so hard but the other person just goes. ‘It’s broken’
Trying to reason with others as their limb is being bandaged and casted and they’re told not to use it weeks. The dialogue is so chaotic - 'I’m fine’, 'It doesn’t even hurt’, 'Guys, come on, you’re joking right’, 'This is ridiculous’, 'I’m never telling you anything again’
Fool behaviour
Any instance of dumb protagonist accidentally ramming into another person - be it a door, hitting them with their car, skating straight towards them while not knowing how to stop or steer away
A clumsy protagonist that slips and panics, instinctively grabbing onto another person’s shirt. The shirt rips, causing the person to fall and blackout anyway
Good taste
Character wears things for the sake of fashion rather than practicality:
Thin clothing - they start sneezing and feeling feverish
Tall heels - arguing with others that the heels are actually very comfortable despite how they look, then falling almost immediately and twisting their ankle
Shoes with no grip - causing them to slip and fall hard on their bottom
BONUS - if another character tries to help them but falls in the process too
When they whisper ‘Catch me’ before fainting and the other person doesn’t understand what they said but instinctively reaches out anyway. The dead weight dropping into their arms. The sharp realisation that the other person is really very not okay.
Fantasy prompt on Immortals - Whump, H/C are always a given :)
Characters A and B are a couple that used to love to travel. One day, they’re deep in the forest and come across a cave. Inside, sleeps a minor God who is chained there as punishment for mischief. The couple accidentally wake them. The God is bitter for being woken and reminded of their imprisonment. They lash out on the two humans giving them immortality and no mortal weakness except one.
Each other.
If any other person tries to harm them, weapons will just pass through. No blade can cut them. No poison can kill them. But the catch is, as soon as they are near each other, they are more susceptible to injury. Normal blades can’t cut them but an enchanted one might. And not to leave out the most important part but any weapon or means of killing will work if done directly by the other person. They are completely at each other’s mercy.
The couple feel the ground shake as soon as the curse is given. The cave begins to collapse around them. They just manage to make it out. Adrenaline fading, they look at each other. Both are sceptical but something innate tells them it’s true. They decide to call truce, no longer able to stomach the fact that the other person is how they will die, and separate for centuries.
Until..
A walks out of their house into the crisp morning air. It’s a humble abode they’ve built for themselves in seclusion. The morning is silent save for the crunch of their footsteps.. and the explosive sound of a gun. It’s hits them in the thigh and pain explodes in their leg. They fall, blood immediately pooling on the ground.
Panic sets through A.
‘No, there’s no way.. Impossible,’ they mutter.
It cannot be B, they have always kept tabs on each other’s whereabouts and made sure it was always at least the diameter of the Earth away.
'B!’ A calls. Silence resumes.
Overwhelmed by pain which they have not felt for centuries, A maneuvers themself back inside. They haphazardly stitch themselves up and bandage their thigh. They couldn’t find a bullet so they figure it was a graze. Unable to get up, they lay there. Feeling cold and faint, they stay unmoving and pass out.
A wakes hours later to banging at their door. Grimacing, they pull themselves up using nearby furniture. They move from object to object, limping heavily until they reach the door. Delirious, they open it. Their half lidded eyes open wide in shock. It’s B.
A lunges for them. 'You bastard, you..’ A slurs curse words ancient and new. B grabs them by the shoulders, fingers digging in.
'I should be the one saying that..’ But their words falter when they see the state of A, feverish and bathed in their own blood. B lets them fall into their arms.
'Oof’ B groans at the sudden weight, hand reaching for their side.
When they look down at A, the latter is barely awake. Their face is drained of blood, their body is only held upright by B’s arm.
'Let me go’ A says coldly.
And honestly, B would love to. Holding A’s weight to their abdomen presses on their wound. Yet, they hold A up, helping them limp to a seat before collapsing into one themselves. Unbuttoning their shirt, B bares the bandages that bind an injury to their side. Blood has bloomed through. Face set in a wince, A stares at B’s wound.
'I didn’t..’ They start.
'You give me no reason to doubt that’
'How did you get here so fast?’
'It took me a whole day. That’s not fast.. When did you get hurt?’
'A couple hours ago, I don’t know, this morning’
'No I wasn’t close enough. It couldn’t be someone using the loophole’
'Then who?’
B’s fingers pinch the space between their eyes. They groan.
'The God’
'The God? But..’
'A, we were both shot but there is no bullet. Nothing’
Looking at their wound now, its placement on A’s thigh, they realise it couldn’t have been a graze. There should be a bullet in their thigh. But there wasn’t.
'So what now? We go hunting for a GOD?’ A’s voice is raspy. They’re fading and exhausted.
B nods and stands slowly, hissing in pain. They place a blanket over A’s bloody form as they watch as A’s eyes close.
'But the truce holds, darling. Now that we’re together, I cannot let you out of my sight’
