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You know feeling when you're sick? You know the one. You're entire body tingles and you can do nothing but roll around. The slightest breeze from your ceiling fan makes the hairs on your neck prick and every nerve is painfully tickled. The touch of your blanket. Your hair. Your own breath. Everything hurts and tingles and tickles. There's no medicine for that. There's no release from this hellish prison. It's, in my opinion, the worst part about being sick because you just have to deal with it.

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You know something that isn't talked about enough in sick fics? Whumpees with empty stomachs that can't stop dry heaving.

🥣The feeling of their abdomen slamming inwards as it tries to force out even an ounce of vomit.

🥣That unrelenting sick feeling in their throat that won't go away.

🥣The pressure from repeated gagging causing them to soil/wet themselves.

🥣 Whumpees drinking water just to throw it up and feel better.

🥣The occasional gurgling gag before the smallest amount of spittle comes up.

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A sweet Whumpee inflicted with anxiety. Their caretaker is nowhere to be found and they can't shake their paranoia. What that weird smell? Is it gas? Fire? No one knows. The poor Whumpee huddles into a random corner, rocking back and forth as they wait for someone to help.

It'd suck if I was going through that, lol. Totally not

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I apologize for my unexpected absence. I've been very under the weather. I'm still sick, but I have the energy to continue running this blog

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Let's talk about my OC, Liam Nelson.

He's a very dumb 17 year old boy. He's tall, lanky, and always in some form of trouble. He's also the world's biggest Whumpee.

In terms of appearance, he looks like a mix between Skeptic {MHA} and Spike {Cowboy Bebop}

Liam shares in Skeptic's height and skin color, while sharing Spike's hair and eyes.

He gets hurt pretty often just due to general clumsiness and lack of common sense. He's a good boy, just very small brain.

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Talking is Overrated

Maybe lying to the head of the girl's wrestling team was a poor idea. Maybe claiming to be a photographer for the school newspaper was a move only a pervert would make. Maybe openly sniffing girls panties as they showered wasn't something that should be done in broad daylight. Despite all of these "maybes," Liam found himself doing these things and getting himself in trouble. Rather than the usual suspension or expulsion, however, the female wrestlers were in charge of dishing out their own sort of punishment.

Tied to a wooden chair with a pair of gym shorts balled up and shoved down his throat, Liam found himself at the mercy of 15 strong, muscular, and fiery women. The ropes holding him in place were course and made his skin burn. The shorts in his mouth became damp with his saliva, dripping onto his bare lap. Bright florescent lights lit up the small broom closet he had been shoved into, illuminating the one other person in the space.

Ashlyn McCaffee.

A sinister grin was spread across her glistening, sweat covered face. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red and her eyes burned with hatred. Every breath she took hissed with desire to tear Liam apart. She took a step towards her immobile victim, grabbing a clean towel that had been hanging beside her. As Ashlyn walked, her eyes stayed fixated on Liam. Like a predator stalking their prey. In one swift motion, she stepped behind him, wrapping the towel around his throat and pulling it tight.

Liam gagged loudly, feeling his oxygen supply quickly run out. He flailed and squirmed in his chair, fighting to break free and breathe again. His eyes filled with tears as he knew that he couldn't best his female torturer. Her muscles tensed as she pulled harder, turning the tender flesh on Liam's neck red. Before he could fully lose consciousness, Ashlyn dropped the towel in his lap. Liam struggled for air, gasping around the shorts lodged in his mouth. His throat burned from the rough texture of the cloth.

"Do you feel bad?" Ashlyn asked, tilting her head. "Sneaking up on girls like the filth you are."

Again, Ashlyn wrapped the towel around Liam's neck and began to strangle him.

"Are you disgusted with yourself? Are you sorry? Are you?" With each question, Ashlyn would tighten the knot she had been forming. "Are you sorry!?"

Every part of Liam wanted to scream. He wanted to get on his knees and beg for his release. He did feel bad. He was sorry. He was disgusted. Once again, Liam tried to fight and work himself free. Once again, he was met with an unmatched strength.

"Do you wanna talk to me?" Liam nodded frantically.

Ashlyn dropped her makeshift garotte and stood before Liam. She threw her head back and let out a wicked laugh until she turned a deep red.

"Talking's overrated," she spoke, opening the closet door. "I have a better idea."

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I woke up in the middle of the night to throw up and now I can't go back to sleep. My body's exhausted right now.

I suppose I can write a little more. Hopefully that puts my mind to sleep.

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All Trussed Up and Still Nowhere to Go

Liam held a torch high on the night, scanning the dimly lit cavern of the catacombs. His heart thumped against his frail chest, beating wildly as his eyes struggled to adjust. The sound of water dripping from stalactites echoed through his ears. Everything seemed eerily quiet. It made Liam’s skin crawl. Placing an unsteady hand against the wall, the lanky teenager felt a circular, button-like object protruding from the wall. Upon his touch, the object slid into the wall with a loud click. In an instant, a vine of metal barbed wire wrapped itself around Liam’s arm, pulling him against the wall. The wire grew taut as it dug into the soft, pale flesh of Liam’s forearm. A scream of agony bounced from every wall of the catacombs as Liam cried for help. Each time he attempted to pull himself free, he was snapped back against the jagged wall of rock. Crimson liquid poured and pooled on the floor from his fruitless efforts. Liam slammed his trapped fist against the button, again and again, praying that it would release him. Bruises formed on his hand whilst the button defied his desperate orders. Instead, the barbed wire cut deeper. Slicing through more of his flesh and burrowing deep within. The wire began to retract back into the wall, and it was determined to take Liam’s arm with it. Liam was just as determined to free himself, tugging and pulling against the wall. Despite being able to rope out a nearly endless amount of barbed wire, once he stopped exuding force, his arm was snapped back into place.

“Help me!” Liam’s voice was laced with panic as he continued to fight against his restraints. “I’m stuck!”

Echoed words were all Liam got in response. His stoic expression of anger faded and turned to panic. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he looked around. Maybe there was a switch somewhere that would let him go. Holding the still lit torch against the wall, Liam noticed something etched into the stone. It was covered in dust and crawling with nocturnal bugs, but he could  make out the words “You Have To Let Go.”

“Let go of what?” He asked aloud, as if a voice from above would answer him. 

Looking around more, Liam couldn’t see anything that he could possibly be holding on to. The only thing being held was his arm. Was that what he was so supposed to let go of? It couldn’t have been. He was being held against his will. Perhaps it was the button? But he had let go of that ages ago. Pressing his hand against the wall again, Liam heard the familiar click of the button being activated. He held his hand there for a moment, pondering what exactly was supposed to happen. The air was still and silent as blood quietly dripped on the ground. The wire was still burrowed in his skin. His flesh still burned. Nothing was being fixed. Liam sighed in defeat and removed his hand from the wall, using it to wipe the tears forming in his eyes. He was truly trapped. Stuck in place. Bound to a wall.

A searing pain unexpectedly shot through Liam’s arm as the wire rapidly uncoiled itself and retreated into the wall. In its wake, it left torn skin and bloody gashes. None of that mattered, however, for Liam was free. He clutched his wounded arm tightly, stifling a cry of agony. Tears of joy dripped  into his open wounds as he examined the damage. The lacerations were deep, but not too deep. Quickly backing away from the wall, Liam sprinted in the other direction. His sneakers slammed against the hard cobblestone floor. His chest heaved as he turned sharp corners. A trail of red followed in his footsteps. None of that mattered. Liam was free. And he desperately needed help.

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Whumptober 2021

Welcome to Whumptober 2021! May the Whump be with you :)

To all of you who participated last year - we have changed a few of the rules, but overall things have stayed the same. To everyone new: WELCOME!

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I've been dealing with migraines for about two weeks now, so I made some fun scenarios.

Whumpees feeling their way through the house with closed eyes to help with the pain.

Caretakers shutting off all the lights in the house and drawing the curtains to keep Whumpee comfortable.

Whumpees fainting from the pain and dizziness they feel. Bonus if someone catches them.

Whumpees that try to hide their pain, walking around with half opened eyes and their head in their hands.

Whumpees that can't handle the agony and cry into their Caretaker's lap

Caretakers soothing their Whumpees to sleep in order to give them a break

Whumpees taking headache medicines, only to find them ineffective

Whumpees that can do nothing but sleep all day because of how much pain they're in

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Cleaning Up Scenarios

🚿 Holding up a Whumpee while they try to stand in the shower

🚿 Lovingly wiping a Whumpee's face after they've thrown up

🚿Helping a Whumpee change clothes either after an accident or some cold sweats

🚿Cupping a Whumpee's face in your hand as you brush their teeth for them

🚿Brushing a Whumpee's messy hair after they've been laying down all day

🚿 Assisting a stuffed up Whumpee in blowing their nose

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Hello! My name is Whump. I enjoy lots of sick fics and whumpee/whumper situations. Ironically enough, I live through a lot of these situations. So I decided to make a blog where I make prompts and stories based on my life! Feel free to use these however you wish.

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