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You know that feeling you get when you’ve spun around in circles for too long? The one where the whole world is unsteady and you are physically incapable to remaining upright or walking in a straight line?
Yeah. Make your whumpee so sick/malnourished/dehydrated/concussed that that’s all they feel. Make them stumble from side to side, slam into walls, find themself on the floor without knowing how they got there, and try to crawl but only manage to flop pathetically before collapsing outright and closing their eyes against the nauseating experience.
#whump#whump prompt#whump idea#whump scenario#whump community#whump tropes#whump prompts#whumpee#head injury whump#sick whump#dehydration whump#whumpblr
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Day 18: Head Injury
The first hit came out of nowhere.
His vision went white for a painful moment, before slowly fading back in, along with an overwhelming, high pitched ringing sound that reverberated around his skull.
Hiccup was lying on his back atop the rocky earth, where he was quite sure he'd just been standing.
What...?
or: Hiccup is attacked during a battle, leaving Berk to fear for his survival.
read it here!
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Whumptober2023 Day 18: (Alt 7) Examination
"How many fingers am I holding up?'
#whumptober2023#no.18#examination#altprompt#kindall k series#OC#art#head injury whump#cradled#bandages#whump aftermath#whump art#susan harrison#kyle kindall#kk1#the case of kindall k#original story#original characters#hurt comfort
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this is probably an overdone trope but a personal fave of mine: whumpees with concussions
whether it’s from an explosion/accident or just a plain ol bonk on the kitchen counter. they’re my JAM
when the whumpee wakes up they’re confused and nauseous and disoriented and out of it. they’re not quite sure where they are or what happened but they do know there are gentle hands guiding them to sitting and muffled voices speaking to them
when the whumpee can’t vocalize anything except for ‘’my head hurts” because it does and they feel the unexplainable urge to tell the people around them that, maybe in hopes that someone will do something to ease the pain
whumpee being so exhausted but they aren’t allowed to sleep because it’s dangerous until they can get proper medical attention so caretaker (very reluctantly) has to keep resorting to increasingly uncomfortable ways to keep them awake (ex: slapping, pinching, shouting, shaking), which leaves whumpee whimpering and crying softly
when whumpee finally does get to sleep, it isn’t even that restful because caretaker has to wake them up every four hours and when they do they are greeted with the pitiful whines and groans of whumpees who just wants to rest
feel free to add to this (please do actually) but this has been in my brain and i needed desperately to share it with u all ദ്ദി´▽`)
#whump#whump prompt#whump ideas#whump tropes#whumpee#caretaker#concussion#head injury#found this in my notes and idk why i never posted it#if anyone adds to this pls tag me#or if anyone writes anything
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Love a character with a black eye. Love when their chin is lifted to the light and their eyes wince and rest, full of exhaustion. Love when they’re covered in dirt, and their hair is in tangles. Love when they relax their head into a stranger’s hand, hoping the gentleness lasts.
#whump#fear#angst#injured#head injury#eye injury#caretaker#captured#whump tropes#whump prompt#whump ideas#whump inspiration#whump scenario#writing prompts
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Ayooo I saw you were doing whumpy LU requests? Would you be willing to do a thing with Hyrule and his blood curse? Idk how angsty you wanna go XD anyways thanks and hiiiiiiiii
Heyyyy! I know this is veeeery late but i still hope ya like it!
Thank you for your request @hotcheetohatredwastaken 💙
CW! Blood, head owchie
#I started this one weeks ago but artblock took hold and would not let go#linked universe#linkeduniverse#my art#whump art#lu fanart#lu whump#delirious#cw blood#cw head injury#concussion#cw whump#angsty#lu legend#lu hyrule#hero of legend#hero of hyrule#i had no idea what i was gonna do for this one XD#but i still wanted to do something. so i came up with this lol#poor hyrule is not ok. that hit to the head def made him delirious#i shall leave the rest up to the imagination hehe
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'Salem’s Lot (2024): “You all right?”
#salems lot#whumpedit#salem’s lot#whump#lewis pullman#ben mears#shock#shivering#head injury#blood#fear#movie#my gifs#salems lot spoilers#poor meow meow#yeah watched this movie for lewis pullman *wink#movie was good too hehe!
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Whump Prompt #1360
Whumptober #10: Slurred Words
A: “B, do you copy? Where are you?”
B: “‘m here… sort of… kinda cozy in this corner…”
A: “There you are! Are you alright? What’s your status?”
B: “Status… uh… bit fuzzy, but I’m still kickin’… well, kinda… head’s… spinny.”
A: “B, did you hit your head? Are you hurt? Where are you?”
B: “Um… was tryin’ to… get to, uh… sector …can’t remember. Everything’s sorta… blurry, y’know?”
A: “Okay, okay. Just hang on. Keep talking to me. I’m tracking your signal, but you need to stay awake.”
B: “Aw, c’mon… I’m not… not goin’ anywhere… room’s doin’ enough spinnin’ for both of us…”
A: “Yeah, I bet. Just keep that radio on, alright? No shutting down on me.”
B: “Hey… do I sound funny to you? Can’t… can’t get my mouth to… to say things right…”
A: “You’re doing fine. Tell me what you’re seeing.”
B: “Uh… somethin’ like… a hallway… I think… and some kinda… uh, blue light… real pretty…”
A: “I’m almost there. Just stay focused on that light, alright? Talk to me. What’s the first thing you’re gonna do when we get you out of there?”
B: “Gonna… take the longest… nap… maybe grab… somethin’ to eat… got this craving for… uh… pizza…”
A: “Pizza sounds good. Hang tight, B. We’ll get you that pizza, after we get you to a doctor.”
There’s a distinctive groan over the radio, and A can’t help but chuckle.
B: “With sides?”
A: “If you don’t fight the doctors this time.”
B: “...f-fine.”
#whump#whumptober#whumptober2024#writing#prompts#long prompt#dialogue prompt#search and rescue#head injury#trying to stay awake#clint barton core
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head pain
#injury#illness#whump#whump art#my art#I love head pain hhhhh#take this how you will idk#it could be an illness or it could be the after effects of a concussion or a migraine#the possibilities are endless
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My boy Kageyama bonked his head on a volleyball cart - turns out sharp metal will slice your skin right open ☠️
Head injuries bleed like wild so he's shaken up, but Ukai's a good coach (dad) and takes care of it 😤👏 Ukai loves his 12 sons fr
Based on a whump fanfic I'll probably never finish the draft for 🤪
#my art#fan art#haikyuu#kageyama tobio#ukai keishin#coach ukai#angst#light angst#injury#head injury#whump#tw blo0d#artists on tumblr#illustration#digital art#disabled artist#queer artist#anime#manga#autistic artist#latine artist#sketch#doodle#csp#clip studio paint#hq
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Helo helo, just asking...r u planning to update heroic betrayal? 👁👁 NO RUSH THOUGH IT'S JUST REALLY GOOD AND I CAN'T WAIT SJSJHSHSH
GOOD DAY!!
Heroic Betrayal (X)
Read part one // Continued from here
This part is dedicated to everyone who commented under the last part, that made me cackle like a maniac, and everyone who asked for a continuation of this series that warmed my heart— I’m so sorry it took so long, and I hope you enjoy <3
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The concrete cut into her cheeks like a sharp edge, her shoulders hitting the walls and her feet tumbling over her head until she crashed and bashed every point in her body on the way down. She ended up on her stomach, blood dripping from the side of her head. She tried to push herself up, but a hand grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her stumbling to her feet.
She felt like she was going to be sick, stuck in a twister of Supervillain’s strong sharp movements that she couldn’t anticipate with her pounding headache raging.
“Now, here we are,” Supervillain said and he shoved Hero forward again. Hero tripped over her feet, her ankle rolling as they tried to stop her momentum in vain. An edge of something metal caught her around the hips and she fell forward, her torso folding with an oomph. A click and the room flooded with light. Hero squeezed her eyes shut, the light burning compared to the pitch black it was not a moment ago.
Hero squinted taking a quick survey of the room, searching for an escape, but no, no, no, no. There would be escape from this room that was just a concrete square of torture devices. Hero’s heart jumped into her throat as she glanced down at the metal bench below her hands. It was a table. A surgical table. Her stomach bottomed out as she gasped involuntary, stepping back and right into a solid chest.
Her blood ran cold and she couldn’t stop the tremors of fear tearing through her. Two strong hands settled on her shoulders and she flinched despite herself, her entire body trembling, her eyes and brain disoriented from the fall and the lack of oxygen and her fucking pounding headache. And she was really starting to wish she didn’t open her mouth.
Hero let out a sharp breath, a claw of panic grabbing at her chest as her eyes scanned the room searching for a window or anything that would tell her she wasn’t underground right now. She couldn’t… couldn’t breathe, oh fuck, there were no windows, there was a window in the cells, she gasped, pushing back against the chest shaking her head.
“Oh that’s right,” Supervillain cooed behind her, his voice painted with sick delight as his fingers tightened on her shoulders. “Villain told me you were claustrophobic. Does being underground trigger it, Hero?”
Hero drove her elbow back wildly hitting her mark, but Supervillain didn’t flinch or even grunt. Instead he grabbed her wrist, twisted her arm up and around her back, the other going to the back of her neck and slammed her down against the table.
“You really have no manners, Hero, do you know that?”
“F—fff— fuck you,” she said between fretful breaths. Every action, every movement was lessening and lessening, she only had a little bit of oxygen left in her lungs that was stuttering out. The walls pulsing closer, shrinking and she squeezed her eyes shut. At least the metal of the table was cool under her cheek.
Supervillain pushed her wrist further up her back until Hero was crying out, trying to kick back at Supervillain to get him to stop but the lack of oxygen in her lungs was dizzying as she scrambled. Her brain was fried, and she couldn’t remember any of her combat training as panic seized her throat.
She splayed her fingers, mind reaching, the invisible pull of her blades familiar as they rushed back to her hands. If she could just— two clangs against the door upstairs and Supervillain straightened, letting up some pressure. Hero pulled and pulled, trying to rip the daggers through the obstacle but Supervillain grabbed her splayed fingers and pushed them back down into a fist, smothering her connection to her daggers.
“No!” Hero wailed, struggling furiously under him, kicking back, trying to do anything, get anywhere away away away away from the danger, be able to breathe again properly. Her tears hit the metal table with wet, metallic drops, like a leaky tap dripping into the sink.
“What did I tell you about using your powers, Hero, hmm?”
“Let go of me, you fucking psychopath!” Hero cried, anger flooding her veins. With Supervillain’s hand off her neck, Hero threw herself back with a roar of adrenaline mixed with fury. Supervillain’s grip tightened on her wrist, about to push it up but Hero wedged a knee up between the table and shoved until the pair went stumbling.
Hero slipped free of Supervillain’s hold in his stunned state, but he recovered quickly, grabbing at her hoodie but Hero was too quick, and she was ascending the stairs, her breaths getting heavier but her breathing becoming even the closer she got to the surface.
She got to the door and grabbed the handle and shoved it open.
Only.
It didn’t open.
Hero stared. No. No. No, no, no, nonononono!
NO!
Hero slammed an open palm on the metal, screaming. “FLYNN! FLYNN I’M SORRY PLEASE! Please!”
Footsteps on the staircase. Hero slid down the door, banging weakly against it and crying out for Flynn to save her as Supervillain advanced again.
“Did you really think I’d leave a handle on the way out of this room, Hero?”
Hero swallowed the lump in her throat, focusing all her energy into the glare she shot at him, hoping he would melt right on the spot. Which he didn’t.
“You can come down and your punishment will be less severe than if I have to drag you down.”
“Fuck you,” she said, her voice cracking halfway through. She splayed her fingers again and wished, hoped, prayed that somehow they would get through the thick metal door she was trapped behind.
Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! What was she going to do? There was only one option for her right now and that was down, down into a tight, underground nightmare that was threatening to kill her. She needed— she needed to be able to breathe to think clearly, but even thinking was difficult at the thought of being dragged back down to Supervillain’s torture chamber.
Supervillain sighed, a few steps away from her. “Okay, Hero. Have it your way.”
He reached down and grabbed her ankle and turned to walk down the stairs. Hero kicked at him, landing a few solid ones on his arm and back before he was dragging her down and Hero’s head smacked off the concrete steps. She didn’t even have time to scream or groan or whine, small gasps at every bounce fogged her vision until she was back on solid ground.
Supervillain appeared above her, grabbing her, one arm under her shoulders, the other her knees as he bent over and scooped her up. She protested weakly, her brain rattled and her reaction time non-existent. Supervillain placed her on something cool under her skin, but she could feel something wet on the back of her head.
She reached a hand up to find the source of the wetness, but Supervillain grabbed her wrist before she could investigate and strapped it down to table in leather. He pulled the cuff tight around Hero’s wrist, so tight she couldn’t move it left or right, just up and down. She whined when he took her other wrist and restrained it the same way by her side. Then he moved onto her ankles and soon Hero couldn’t move an inch, her eyes glazed over and staring blankly above her.
Supervillain grabbed Hero’s cheek, appearing in her scope of vision, but there was two of him now, a shadow or a clone. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“Hmph, you spoiled some of my fun, Hero. I was hoping to teach you this lesson to remember, but, oh well. I guess I’ll just have to leave a reminder for you when you’re more conscious, won’t I? Something you can’t ignore.”
Hero blinked at him, the entire world moved like cotton and she was completely out of it, Supervillain’s words echoing around her head. On loop over and over again, but still seemingly so far away.
“Lemme go,” she pleaded weakly, pulling at her restraints.
Supervillain smiled a wicked smile down at her. “I’m thinking something like a three strike system, Hero. Like tally marks or something to that effect. Something easy to understand, strike one was your insolence at dinner which will not be tolerated. What to do,” Supervillain mused stepped away from the metal table and out of sight.
Hero pulled against her restraints, trying to loosen them as hot tears ran down her cheeks. Flynn… she thought hopelessly. Please, please, rescue me. Please.
Supervillain returned to the table, a hunting knife in hand. “Wait, no, please.” Hero didn’t even know what she was protesting, but the words fell from her mouth anyways as Supervillain grabbed her right hand.
“Three strikes, Hero. While I know I could cuff you in power dampeners and leave you down here to hyperventilate all night I think this will be far more effective.”
“Tell me Hero,” Supervillain began as he started undoing the cuff of her right wrist. “Is it all knives you can summon with your ability?”
“Yes,” she replied. “Any will do.”
“Fascinating. And do they all sharpen your senses when you feel them in your hand?” Hero glared at him as he free her wrist and turned it so the back of her hand was positioned above the metal table. Hero didn’t bother asking him how he knew that, because she knew the answer he would be all too happy to supply. The reason Supervillain knew everything about her; Flynn told me.
“It depends on the knife,” Hero answered, the pained fog of her mind ebbing and flowing allowing some coherent thoughts to pass through her brain. “None are as good as my blades, but that’s because I made them myself.”
“I will never cease to be awed by adepts and their crafts,” Supervillain said fondly, tracing the tip of the hunting knife up Hero’s elbow and forearm before pinching it down slightly on Hero’s wrist. Hero didn’t dare struggle or move, afraid if she did the knife would slip and she would be dead. “But now that you’re more conscious, I’ll repeat your punishment.”
“We will do a three strike system, this is strike one. With every strike I will leave a wound on you, a scar that will remind you not to make another mistake again, okay?”
Hero shivered at how easy he explained his punishment system for her, as if he was telling her that her car needed an service or one day it would just stop. “Three strikes, and I will drag you along to watch Sidekick being murdered and you’ll know it was all your fault. Okay?”
“You’re a fucking—”
“Wonderful.”
In one quick movement, Supervillain slid Hero’s right hand over the rim of the table and plunged the hunting knife in all the way through her palm. A howling, banshee’s scream tore through Hero’s throat as she bucked against her restraints, howling and screaming: please, please, stop! Stop!
Tears and snot clogged her senses as she shook her head, her arm violently trembling against the trauma and Supervillain’s tight hold. Hero splayed her fingers on her left hand, trying to summon the knife out of her hand, but Supervillain’s grip was too strong, or Hero’s pull was too weak, and he twisted the knife in her hand instead, pulling more shrieking screams of pain from Hero.
“There, now. The first two strikes will be in your palms, Hero. To remind you that even if you try to fight back, with your knives or your words or otherwise, you,” he said, stressing the final words, “will fail.”
Hero sobbed as her fingers tried to curl around the blade but could barely move more than a flinch in any direction. Hero wouldn’t be able to summon her blade for this hand for a while, until the wound healed and even then? Would she get physio for the muscles and tendons Supervillain just cut through with a terrifying amount of strength?
Supervillain put a hand on Hero’s hair, brushing the strands from her face like a parent would a child who’s eating an ice cream and threatening to get their hair stuck in it, chiding but fond.
“This doesn’t have to happen again, Hero. We can be civil with each other. You and Flynn, I know you have a special connection. A bond. You can have a nice life here, free from the burdens of being a hero in this city, of always fighting uphill battles hmm? Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Hero was shivering, staring up at Supervillain and she knew she probably looked sickly pale and ashen as she felt the blood harden around the blade in her palm, dripping down to the floor on the other side. She knew it would leave a scar, the reminder that Supervillain wanted her to know in her gut and it made her sick.
“So Hero,” Supervillain beamed, smiling down at her. “Will you behave?”
Hero’s bottom lip trembled as she nodded, warm tears flooding her cheeks as she sniffled. Supervillain’s smile turned softer, comforting, like a concerned parent. “Use your words, Hero.”
Hero sniffed. “Y-yes,” she croaked.
“Yes, what?”
Hero sucked in a breath. “I’ll… I’ll behave.”
Supervillain smiled. “Good. Good. Excellent. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”
Supervillain removed her restraints and sat her up on the metal table, and said he’d be a minute getting the things he needed around the room.
Hero sat upright shaking violently and trying to hold her hand steady by supporting it with her free hand at the wrist. She stared blankly ahead, both staring at nothing and staring resolutely at one white painted brick, where the groove was a faded, paler white, less glaring at her while Supervillain gathered supplies.
Before too long Supervillain was in front of her, setting bandages and gauze and rubbing alcohol down on the tray beside the bed. Along with other stuff Hero wouldn’t think was necessary like a ruler and Q-tips and other supplies. He was wearing surgical gloves as well, and despite herself Hero was thinking about what he did for a living.
“Are you a doctor?” She asked, her voice hollow.
Supervillain smiled a secretive smile at the question, as if he just found her out. “Ah. You’ve noticed, have you?”
Every once in a while Hero forgot that Supervillain was her nemesis of the last year, the Moriarty to her Sherlock Holmes, the Joker to her batman, although really more like the Riddler with how elusive he was. When she considered Supervillain’s job back before she knew him, she suspected it would be something as cerebral, like a lawyer, or a judge, or a doctor. She didn’t feel good that she was right.
“Yes, I’ve been a doctor since medschool. Long hours, overworked conditions, but I won’t bore you with hospital tales, snd luckily for you I happen to be an acute trauma surgeon,” he told her, smiling up at her through his lashes. “So your hand won’t have too much lasting damage. I didn’t hit any of the important muscles or tendons.”
Hero gasped, which sounded more like a bewildered laugh, “thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
She hissed as Supervillain pressed down on the wound. He smiled. “Sorry, I just have to make sure I didn’t hit anything important. Okay, yes.”
He took a Q-tip from the table and said, “okay, Hero. I need you to remain as still as possible while I do this. Try not to move too suddenly.”
Hero let out a sharp gasp of pain aa Sueprvillain inserted the Q-tip through Hero’s wound until it almost poked out the other side. “You’re doing great Hero.”
But she wasn’t. She was going to be sick as he pulled it out and she saw the blood. The smell had never annoyed her before, but now the metallic kiss hung on the air like a factory that had to suddenly cease operations, a promise of something to come.
He set the Q-tip on the table and measured the blood stain against the ruler. Hero stared down at it, her vision blurring slightly as her mind went woozy and she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Supervillain was standing over her hands on her shoulders sitting her back up again. Hero blinked, bile climbing up her throat.
“Here,” Supervillain said and shoved a bar of chocolate into Hero’s hand, the wrapper already opened. Hero blinked at it dumbly, and Supervillain gently guided it to her mouth. Hero took a small bite of the sweet, velvet chocolate. “You fainted. You’re okay. It’s normal with this kind of injury, but I would like you conscious while I tend to it.”
Hero blinked at him and when he was certain she wasn’t going to faint again he released her shoulders and Hero remained upright.
“If you’re a doctor…” Hero said, her head spinning, but she was determined to get this out of her head. “Didn’t you take an oath to do no harm?”
“Ah,” Supervillain smiled. “Yes. The hippocratic oath. I did.”
“Then how can you justify this?” Hero asked, nodding to her hand. Supervillain was silent for a moment, dabbing at the bleeding of the wound, staunching the blood and cleaning around it. His movements were so methodical, so clean and purposeful, Hero found their eyes drawn to it as she took another bite of chocolate.
“Where I stabbed you, Hero, is a very delicate place to be stabbed. There is a flurry of activity in the centre of your palm.” Supervillain squeezed just below the wound and Hero squirmed with a groan. “Here is your carpal ligament that controls the movement of your thumb, index and middle finger.”
He squeezed Hero’s thumb and said: “and here are all the muscles for full use of your thumb. If I went too far to the right I could risk damaging the ligaments that connect to your other two fingers, or hitting a clump of nerves.”
Supervillain dropped Hero’s hand and held up his own, pinching the spot the dagger went through Hero’s palm. “Here, there is a hole in your hand. No bone, no muscle, no nerves or ligaments. Minimal damage and less time for recovery. No need for more than standard hand physio and six weeks recovery at most.”
Supervillain smiled at Hero. “The Hippocratic Oath is an oath all doctors must take to do no harm. However, all doctors must accept that in order to make something better, there must first be pain. To treat the sick they must make the sick endure the pain, and fight infection, the body must fight.”
“Your defiance, in the long run, will make you worse than if I curb it now. So I am doing no harm, by ensuring that you quit fighting me unnecessarily. The same way I am trying to stop this city from running straight to ruin.”
“I must do no harm,” his smile was warm, “as a doctor. But as a civilian I can’t stand by and watch this city burn. Does that answer your question?”
Hero stared. Then shrugged with their good shoulder. “Not really, but I’m kinda woozy from blood loss right now.”
Supervillain laughed. “Mmm, let’s do something about it.”
Supervillain worked fast, careful to only press too hard when Hero gave him a snarky reply, and later on she would wonder how she got so comfortable with the man bandaging her up being the same man that stabbed her in the first place. She would attribute it to blood loss and Supervillain would bandage her head and help her up the stairs he threw her down before, and when they got into the kitchen he gave her painkillers and water.
Flynn rushed through the doors, his heart racing when he saw Hero. Her head bandaged and her hand bound so tight and thick that Hero couldn’t close her fingers even if she wanted to.
“H-Hero?” He asked, breathless. Hero smiled at him when he came in and waved. Flynn was by her side in a second, while Supervillain stopped chatting to her about the reason they chose to replace the black and white tiles for the floor in the kitchen. “Are you okay? Hero, oh—”
“She’s fine,” Supervillain said lightly. “We’ve cleared the air, haven’t we Hero?”
Hero nodded, smiling at Flynn. Something she’d attribute to her concussion later because everything was just a little too smiley, a little too comfortable, a little too easy, and she wasn’t entirely convinced that Supervillain didn’t give her the floating, high end painkillers.
“I’m fine.”
“I heard the screaming,” Flynn said, his hands going to Hero’s cheeks, checking her over and looking for any sign that she was lying to him. Other than her too large pupils she seemed okay. “I— your daggers— you—”
Hero grabbed Flynn’s hand with her unbandaged one and interlaced their fingers. “I’m okay. I’m sorry for worrying you.”
Tears brimmed on top of Flynn’s bottom eyelids as he looked at Hero, his Hero, acting so unlike herself. So compliant and soft. It made him ill, the fact that he was the reason Hero was injured in the first place. That she was being subjected to the whims of his family.
God, he didn’t think Dad would do this…
“Will you stay with me tonight?” Hero asked with wide eyes.
Flynn ran a thumb over her bruised cheek, his touch featherlight. “Of course. Will you give out to me tomorrow about it?”
She shrugged happily. “Probably.”
Flynn laughed, and leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’d love to.”
Flynn helped her stand, and wrapped his fingers around hers keeping her close. “Be sure she doesn’t sleep for the next hour or two.”
“We can watch a movie!” Hero said, her voice light and chirpy, so like it was when she’d get excited before that it made Flynn’s heart ache.
“Yeah,” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat as he guided her out of the kitchen, away from his father and up the stairs to her room, terrified that if he dropped her hand for even a second he would lose her forever. “We can watch a movie.”
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#Heroic betrayal#Lady whump#lady whumpee#hero x villain#villain x hero#Male whumper#Supervillain whumper#hero whumpee#whump writing#hero villain writing#hero villain snippet#hero villain story#villain#hero#whump#concussion#tw head injury#head injury#Hero is delulu#Supervillain doesn’t care#backstory#and lore?#med whump#bad doctor#cruel whumper#stoic whumper#intelligent whumper#defiant whumpee my beloved#defiant whumpee#but I wish she would shut up so she stops getting hurt :(
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Head and Face Injury/Illness List
Black eye
TWO black eyes
Bloody head wound
Slash across face
Bloody lip
Bloody nose
Broken nose
Split bridge of the nose
Split lip
Bleeding from eyes
Bleeding from ears
Ear cut/ripped off
Hair ripped out
Busted eyebrow
Bruised cheekbone
Bruised jaw
Broken jaw
Concussion
Lightheadedness
Ringing in ears
Burst eardrum
Ear infection
Runny nose
Red puffy eyes
Knocked/pulled out tooth
Bit tongue
Something in eyes (dirt, mace, etc.)
Skull fracture
Blinded by bright light
Add any others y'all can think of!
#whump#whump tropes#whump prompts#whump ideas#injury whump#face whump#head injury whump#eye whump#ear whump#nose whump#mouth whump#blood whump#bruise whump#whump aesthetic
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Why Won't It Stop?
Warnings: explosion, head injury, blood, bloody nose, unconsciousness
Caretaker staggered out of the burning building, Whumpee following closely on their heels. "Why won't it stop?" Whumpee whined.
"What?" Caretaker couldn't hear out of one ear.
"The ringing. In my ears. It's so loud. Why won't it stop?" Whumpee stopped walking and clamped their hands over their ears. "It's so loud, Caretaker."
"Whumpee, we were just in a major explosion. It's normal to have some tinnitus."
"Some what?" Whumpee let their hands drop. Caretaker could see blood trickling from their right ear.
"Tinnitus--ringing in your ears. I'm sure when my hearing comes back in this ear," they pulled on their left earlobe, "it'll be ringing and ringing and ringing."
Whumpee screwed their face up. "It's so loud."
"I know, Whumpee. I know. If there's something the medics can do, they will. Are you sure that's the only thing wrong?" Caretaker stopped and really looked at Whumpee.
Whumpee's hair and clothes were coated in a fine layer of dust. Both ears had blood slowly trickling down--both ear drums had probably ruptured in the blast. Whumpee's face was pale, but Caretaker wasn't sure how much of that was dust. They were sure they looked just as bad as Whumpee.
"'m fine. Why?" Whumpee stopped and stared at Caretaker.
"Because your nose is bleeding," Caretaker said as they patted their pockets for a tissue.
"Hmmm," Whumpee muttered as they took a stumbling step and listed sideways. "I....I....I'm gonna be sick."
Caretaker had a moment to register Whumpee's words as Whumpee dropped to their knees and collapsed forward. "Whumpee!" Caretaker tried to rouse Whumpee. But as Caretaker turned Whumpee onto their side and placed Whumpee into the recovery position, Caretaker's stomach dropped. Blood dripped in a steady flow from Whumpee's nose and had begun to drip from Whumpee's mouth. "HELP!" Caretaker roared hoping someone would come. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
#serickswrites#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump community#tw explosion#tw head injury#tw blood#tw bloody nose#tw unconsciousness#febuwhump#febuwhump 2024#febuwhump day 8#prompt: “why won't it stop”#queue
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tbi that goes beyond mild to moderate concussion is underutilized in whump imo. you want whumpee to sleep 14-20 hours a day? or maybe you want them to get insomnia? vertigo? nausea? migraines? blindness? memory issues? blood from the nose and ears? spinal fluid leaking out? like, just pick and choose the symptoms you want. the recovery time varies wildly too. there's people who went back doing heavy physical work in under three months after a literal skull fracture and there's people who get lifelong chronic migraines from what looked like a simple bump on the head.
It's so versatile!
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Avatar the Last Airbender (2024) 1x06 "Masks"
#whumpedit#whump#avatar the last airbender#atla#atla netflix#netflix avatar the last airbender#my gifs#mod post#zuko#dallas liu#aang#gordon cormier#waking up#weak#stumbling#head injury#injured#worry
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“You’re very beautiful. Why are you crying?”
“I can’t…I can’t fix what they did to you. Not this time.”
“What do you mean? Is there something wrong with me?”
#whump#fear#angst#caretaker#captured#injured#whump prompt#team#whump tropes#whump ideas#brainwashing#magic#head injury
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