#beat up

[trashg0blin37]

The cutie patooties being sleeby (anatomy’s not the best but I think it’s ok 😂)

Also bonus whumpy Kurt because I’m deranged and I know others will also enjoy it

Thank you, have a good evening

[obligatedart]

I can never resist the urge to draw this babygirl 🥹

[sarathrwizard]

Did someone ask for Donnie angst? (rottmnt)

Oh, and maybe some brains & brawn duo art as well! 😁💔

[undead-knick-knack]

He better watch out he better watch hE BETTER WATCH OUT--

[bonkshoo]

Jeffery.

What some of you guys were waiting for

[whumpdoyoumean]

The people have spoken! This year's Whump March Madness winner is...

Drugged!!!

Thank you for another great year!

Here are 6 excellent druggings for you to watch (or rewatch):

~Stranger Things, 3x06

~The Man From UNCLE (2015)

~White Collar, 1x10

~Endeavour, 4x02

~Constantine, 1x03

~9-1-1: Lone Star, 3x12

[just-here-for-the-whump]

Thrashin' (1986)

[animeglitch]

[soninandknucklesuniverse]

Tag me in.

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

CHAIN GANG 

by Aaron “cobaltplasma” Nakahara

[obligatedart]

Made a part two of my bloodbank!steve duo. If you want to snag the pair I do have an Inprnt shop (link in bio)

[librathefangirl]

@whumpgifathon | Day 4: Captivity | Caged Killjoys | S02E08 | John "Johnny" Jaqobis

[rot-rot-fruit]

[solarattackgoose]

Just Alex getting thrown around like a ragdoll

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #20

part 1

xxx it's not your fault

Neal is slumped on the ground against the wall. His right arm is held tight against his stomach, and it looks like that's where the blood is coming from. Peter pulls out his phone, quickly dialing Jones as he crouches in front of Neal, setting the flashlight down on the ground.

"He's here," Peter says as soon as Jones answers. "We need an ambulance to his anklet coordinates, now."

He hangs up, shoving his phone in his pocket before reaching forward to give Neal's shoulder a gentle shake.

"Neal. Neal!"

Neal groans, lifting his head from where it's dipped down toward his chest. Peter can see now that there's a huge bruise forming over his left eyes and his lip is split.

"I knew you'd find me," Neal rasps. "Would've called but m' phone broke."

So that's why he'd stopped moving once he was outside of the perimeter. He'd gone just far enough to set the anklet off and then waited, knowing Peter would come find him and get help.

"Move your arm," he says, trying to ignore the guilt that rushes over him. He grabs Neal's hand when he doesn't move. "Come on, let me see."

Neal allows Peter to pull his arm away from his body, letting out a hiss of pain.

"Careful," he groans, and Peter realizes that the blood isn't from a wound on Neal's flank like he'd initially feared. That doesn't offer much relief, though; there's a huge gash on Neal's forearm, and it's bleeding badly.

"Ambulance is on the way," Peter says gently, reaching forward to pull the tie from around Neal's neck. He loops it around Neal's arm. Neal lets out a cry as Peter ties a tight knot.

"Sorry, about that," Peter murmurs. "Sorry, just trying to slow that bleeding down some."

Neal nods breathlessly, eyes screwed shut. There are little beads of sweat as his hairline and across his upper lip, though whether it's from the pain, or, god forbid, and early sign of hypovolemia, Peter's not sure. He puts a hand on Neal's shoulder. The man is trembling.

"What happened, Neal?"

Neal opens his eyes, staring down at his shoes.

"Owen Kang is dead."

For the second time in just a few minutes, his heart feels like it drops into his stomach. Owen Kang, witness in their current case.

"He – what?"

Neal looks up at Peter, and his eyes are shining with tears.

"He called me about an hour ago, told me he wanted to talk. I was going to tell you, Peter, really I was. But he begged me, and I just – I thought it would be fine. We were just a few blocks south of here, and this guy just-just came out of nowhere. His face was covered and he had gloves on and I knew. I knew he was there for Owen, and I pulled out my phone but he grabbed it from me and smashed it..." He trails off, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as tears roll down his cheeks.

"It's okay," Peter assures him. "Take your time."

"He went for Owen and I – I tried to stop him. That's why he cut me." He winces, as if remembering the moment the knife bit into flesh. "He wasn't actually going for me, I just got in the way. The second time I got in the way is when he hit me."

Neal's breathing starts to quicken and he closes his eyes. Peter tightens his grip on his shoulder. When Neal speaks again, his voice is quiet and strained.

"The guy hit like a boxer. By the time I came to, he was gone and Owen was...And my phone was broken, and the edge of the radius was closer than any people were, so."

He'd been knocked unconscious, then, long enough for the man to kill Owen and escape, which means that on top of the wound on his arm he's probably got a concussion. Concern and guilt, and anger at whoever did this, all twist in Peter's gut.

"You could've been killed," he says, and Neal lets out a miserable laugh.

"If he'd wanted to kill me, I would've been." He looks up at Peter, and his expression is one of anguish. "If I had just called you..."

"Don't," Peter says.

"Peter, a man is dead because of me." It's like all the strength drains from Neal and he slumps forward, dissolving into sobs as Peter wraps him in a hug, pulling him tight against his chest.

"It's not your fault," Peter says, relieved when he hears the approaching sirens of an ambulance. "Neal, it is not your fault. It's gonna be okay." He rubs one hand down the back of Neal's head. "Everything is gonna be fine."

xxx

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