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[misscrazyfangirl321]

Winter Whumperland Fic

Hello, @ouchthatwasgood ! I was your whumpy Secret Santa! I’m really sorry about the delay on this story. As promised, the explanation, which you are free to skip if you like:

When I first discovered the whump community, I was ecstatic. It seemed like an amazing community, and don’t get me wrong: It is. But I dove in headfirst, signing up for the whump exchange relatively quickly. Then, I began to realize a few things: 

1. I strongly prefer emotional whump to physical whump. In fact, I basically only enjoy physical whump inasmuch as it causes emotional whump. 

2. I much prefer reading whump to writing it. On the best of days, I don’t have the heart to write the intensely painful physical whump. On the worst of days, I don’t have the stomach for it. Reading it is different, but writing it, for some reason, is difficult and draining. 

These things said, I have written something, but it focuses strongly on the emotional aspects of whump. I’m afraid the physical whump in minimal, because I tried several times, but hated each attempt I made more than the last. Finally, I decided to write something I liked, and hope that you liked it too. I probably should have asked for a pinch-hitter, but I have an unfortunate stubborn streak. I hope you enjoy this, even if it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. 

Now, with all that out of the way, let’s get to the fic!

Title: Worry Is Illogical

Rating: G

Genre: Hurt/comfort, Friendship, Family

Summary: In which Spock is injured, but his family is there, and sometimes, it’s okay to be illogical. 

Disclaimer: Not mine. Even the Vulcan words came from a Vulcan language website. 

Story under the cut.

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Any of them would have done it.

They all would have made the same choice, without hesitation.

That was the kind of loyalty found aboard the Enterprise: relentless, unquestionable, even unto death if need be.

Maybe the loyalty was spread throughout Starfleet, but in all his life, Leonard McCoy had never seen it as fierce as it was aboard Captain Kirk’s ship. It wasn’t hard to understand why, either; as he’d once heard Spock say, Kirk was the kind of man to stand between a dragon and a child with nothing but a pointed stick, and yell until the dragon went away. Thankfully, he did have a fair amount of luck, (something Spock would never admit,) because otherwise, he would have been dead a hundred times over.

His luck was bound to run out sometime, and Leonard was sure that everyone aboard the Enterprise knew it. He also knew he wasn’t the only one willing to step in when the day came. Almost anyone onboard the ship would have taken a hit for Kirk without question.

But it wasn’t supposed to be Spock.

He could practically hear the Vulcan in his mind, calling his emotions “illogical… As the one who spends the most time with the Captain, I was significantly more likely to be in this situation.”

Thing was, he wasn’t here, so he didn’t get to call Leonard “illogical.” Stupid as it seemed, he would have given anything to hear that judgmental tone about then.

It was pure human luck that Spock was still alive, because if the bullet had been an inch to the right, it would have pierced his heart. A wound that would have been unpleasant, but barely threatening, for anyone else, could have killed Spock instantly, and he still wasn’t out of the woods. If surgery went poorly…. Leonard wasn’t too proud to admit that the thought terrified him.

A bullet, of all things. Not a beam from a phaser, but an old-fashioned bullet, fired from a handgun. Where the aliens had even gotten it, he wasn’t sure. Not that it mattered, but it was something to keep his mind occupied. The Favolian healers hand insisted on treating Spock, refusing to let Leonard into the room, and Kirk didn’t exactly have a choice. In the interest of maintaining peaceful relations and securing a treaty, he agreed.

The would-be assassin had yet to turn up, and they had several crew members out looking for him, but Kirk stayed, along with Leonard. For them, there was no other choice. Lieutenant Uhura was on her way, along with Christine Chapel. Kirk had insisted it wasn’t necessary, but Uhura had firmly insisted that it was. Not many people defied Kirk and won, but the Lieutenant held a stubborn fire unlike any he’d ever seen. They’d agreed to beam down outside of the hospital, at the request of the beings on the planet, but they’d be there soon. Not much time for him to do something, if he wanted.

“How are you holding up, Jim?” It was a ridiculous question. For the fifth time in as many minutes, the captain paced the room, hands clasped tightly together. His eyes were dark and weary, as if he hadn’t slept in days. If Leonard looked closely, he could even see a red rim to them, but out of courtesy, he didn’t look. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t shed a tear or two himself.

Jim laughed, empty and humorless, and shrugged. “How do you think?”

He knew Kirk wouldn’t believe him, but he needed to say it anyway. “You can’t blame yourself, Jim.” At the dismissive look that received, he added, “You can’t! Are you telling me you wouldn’t have done the same thing for him?”

Kirk didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. Of course he would have taken a bullet for Spock. Without hesitation. Just like Leonard would have. But that’s not what happened. “He wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.”

He realized the error of the words seconds too late, but by Kirk’s grimace, it was definitely an error. “Already speaking of him in past tense, doctor? Is it that bad?”

The thing was, it wasn’t. It shouldn’t have been. If they could have taken him back to the Enterprise, this kind of injury wouldn’t have even been on Leonard’s radar. There was no question he could treat it. But the Fovalians… He hadn’t been able to get a good look at their facilities, their equipment, or their medications. He had no way of knowing what they were capable of, or if they could save Spock. “Jim, I….”

“How is he?” The familiar voice of Christine Chapel broke in, and the moment was over. Kirk’s Captain Façade fell on like a second skin, and Leonard tried to match it. Christine and Uhura were frantic, scanning the room as if they expected to see Spock lying in the corner somewhere.

“We don’t know yet,” Kirk answered, voice deceptively calm, “but the Favolians are doing everything they can for him.”

Chapel scowled. “Why aren’t we doing everything we can do for him? He would be fine if we could just-“

“Nurse.” Kirk cut in, a hint of warning in his tone, and the younger woman pressed her lips together tightly, fire in her eyes.

“I’m with you, Chris,” Leonard admitted quietly, “but we’ve gotta follow the chain of command. Spock knew the risks, but he made his choice, and Starfleet wants this treaty to go through.”

Unlike Kirk, the women made no effort to hide the fact that they had been crying, although Uhura was surprisingly calm at the moment. Chapel, on the other hand, still had tears trickling down her cheeks. He moved instinctively, wrapping his arms around her, and she buried her face in his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kirk following suit with Uhura, though she didn’t linger as long as Christine did.

“Have we heard anything?” The lieutenant asked, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye.

Just as Leonard was about to reply with a negative, the door to the small room opened once more, and a Favolian walked in. “Your friend will live,” he announced, and even Kirk didn’t resist a sigh of relief, “but he needs rest. You may go and see him, but be quiet. He is asleep.”

“Lead the way, doctor,” Kirk ordered-not requested, but ordered, in his firmest captain tone-and the doctor nodded.

“Follow me.” They filed out of the room, down a narrow hallway, into a room that closely resembled the sickbay of the ship. Comforting, Leonard mused. They seemed to be somewhat modern, in any case. Maybe they knew what they were doing after all. Of course they did. They were an advanced society. To think otherwise would be... Illogical. Shut up, Spock, he thought, and he could have sworn he heard a smug I’m not actually speaking, doctor, in response.

There were four chairs scattered around the room, and they each grabbed one, pulling it up to Spock’s bedside. Kirk took the one closest to Spock’s left side, Christine took the mirroring one on the right, and Uhura and Leonard took up the seats by his feet.

With a final warning to stay quiet, the doctor slipped out, giving them much-needed privacy.

For a long moment, they all sat in silence, taking in Spock’s sleeping form. He was pale, even more than usual, but otherwise, he looked none the worse for wear. Leonard suspected that he would have his fair share of pain when he woke, but for the moment, he looked almost peaceful.

Christine reached out toward the sleeping Vulcan, but hesitated, hand hovering in the air. Spock was firm about his personal space, but Leonard wouldn’t have faulted her for ignoring that, just the once. A little physical reassurance that Spock was still alive? He wouldn’t mind that himself. In the end, she lowered her hand, not onto his, but onto the bed right beside him. Close enough to touch, but not quite doing so. She glanced around the room, half defiant, as if she expected judgment, but when she found none, she relaxed.  

“Surely, you all have far more productive things you could be doing,” a familiar voice cut in. They all turned in unison, and stifled chuckles filled the room. Spock was staring back at them, mildly curious but otherwise unbothered. “What are you all doing here?”

“We were worried about you, you ridiculous Vulcan!” Chapel snapped, and he turned his head toward her. His eyes lingered on her hand, so close to his, but only raised his eyebrow, not bothering to move away.

“Worry is illogical, Miss Chapel. It does not aid the healing process.”

She stared back, mouth agape, struggling to come up with some sort of retort. Kirk cleared his throat, answering for all of them. “Yes, well, humans are illogical, Spock. You know this. And when someone we care about is in danger, we worry.”

“I’ve noticed that, Captain,” the Vulcan agreed, turning his attention to Kirk, “and I cannot understand it.”

A snort escaped before Leonard could stop it, and suddenly, all eyes were on him. He thought about making an excuse, brushing it off as nerves or such, but there was a definite challenge in Spock’s eyes, and Leonard was never one to back down from a challenge. “Are you saying you weren’t worried when you saw Kirk in the line of fire?”

“I wasn’t.” If Leonard didn’t know better, he’d say Spock sounded indignant. And frankly? He didn’t know better. “I took the necessary actions the situation called for. Worry was not a factor in my actions.”

“About that,” Kirk cut in, tone deceptively light, “we’ve talked about this, Spock. Next time, call out.” It came off as teasing, probably because they had an audience, but Leonard heard the quiet reprimand beneath. Clearly, so did Spock; his closed his eyes briefly, and nodded.

“Apologies, Captain. In the heat of the moment, it slipped my mind.”

A better man would have let it slide without comment. Leonard had never claimed to be a better man. “What went wrong, Spock? Were you too worried?”

The look he received would read impassive to those who didn’t know the Vulcan. Those in the room saw the withering glare. “Of course not, Doctor McCoy. That would have been-“

“Illogical. Right.”

“Precisely.”

Good-natured chuckles filled the room, and Leonard hesitated, studying Spock. At some point, his hand had slipped down to rest on his injury, and his eyes were a touch too strained for Leonard’s liking. Subtle things, but coming from Spock, concerning. “You’re in pain,” he announced, and humor fled the room instantly.

“I did just get shot, Doctor,” Spock pointed out dryly, but Leonard refused to rise to the bait.

“You’re hurting, Spock! If we could get you back to the ship-“

“You’d give me some concoction to dull my pain and turn my stomach, I have no doubt. But I presume there is a reason I have not been taken to the ship.”

Kirk nodded. “The treaty,” he confirmed softly, but his attention was fixed on Leonard. “Do we need to take him back, McCoy?”

All he had to do was say the word, and Kirk would do it. At this point, he’d throw away the treaty in a heartbeat if Spock was anything less than okay. A part of Leonard just wanted to give in, to make the call and get Spock back to safety, but the professional part of him stilled the urge. “Spock, where’s your pain, on a scale of one to ten?”

If Vulcans sighed, Spock definitely did. (And if they didn’t, he must have been feeling exceptionally human.) “This is unnecessary. I am perfectly fine.”

Unimpressed, Leonard stared back. “You’re in a hospital bed; you’re far from fine. But that’s not what I asked.”

“Answer the man, Spock,” Kirk ordered, leaving no room for argument in his tone. Spock opened his mouth to reply, but Chapel grazed his arm with her fingertips, catching his attention.

“And remember,” She pointed out, “lying is illogical.” Immediately, she drew her hand back, not maintaining the contact. Whether it bothered Spock that she’d done it at all, it was difficult to say.

“So it is. I would rate my pain at approximately a three. I may be experiencing some discomfort, but it is manageable.”

Doubled for stubbornness, so at least a six, Leonard decided, weighing their options. As much as he wanted to do everything in his power to help this man-against all odds, his friend-the treaty was too important to risk. If Spock was managing the pain, waiting was probably their best bet, as much as he hated it. “He’ll be okay, Jim. But if the pain gets worse, he’ll tell us. Right?” The last part was directed quite pointedly at Spock, who gave a perfect imitation of innocence.

“Naturally.”

Kirk seemed unconvinced, but made no move to argue. Instead, he pulled his chair closer to the bed, and the others followed suit. “Alright, but we’re staying here. Scotty can handle diplomacy; we’re needed here.”

“You are not needed here,” Spock insisted, but at the stubborn expressions of his friends, surrendered. “However, your presence is appreciated.” His lips curved up at the edges, in what could almost pass for a smile. The reaction was instantaneous: Kirk’s, Chapel’s, and Uhura’s faces lit up, and Leonard reluctantly admitted to himself that his probably did the same.

Clearing his throat, trying to clear away the turmoil of the day at the same time, he found his stern doctor voice, and scolded, “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep, mister?”

“If I were tired, I would sleep.” Just like a little kid, too stubborn to admit he was exhausted. Maybe Kirk should read him a bedtime story, he mused. The mental picture was enough to startle a laugh from him, and he waved off the curious expressions of the others.

Although, maybe he was onto something. A bedtime story might not work, but even Spock caved to a good lullaby. “Lieutenant Uhura, are you up for singing something?”

She had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the visit, and Leonard wondered briefly if that was the only way she’d kept her composure so well. Still, she smiled at him, knowingly enough that he was sure she got his idea, and nodded. “Of course. Just a moment.” She hummed to herself, getting a tune into her mind, and drew in a breath. “Pen-nil-bek,” she began. “Qual se tu?” As always, her voice was rich and full of emotion, enough to awe even the coldest heart. It took him a moment to register that the words weren’t in English.

Spock blinked once, almost a non-reaction from anyone else, but from him, it was enough to confirm the theory taking shape in the back of Leonard’s mind: she was singing in Vulcan. He may not have been able to understand the words, but the slow, steady pattern made it clear; their resident musician was singing a Vulcan lullaby.

If anyone else tried that, they’d get scolded for being ‘illogical,’ Leonard mused, a half-smile tugging at his lips. But then, no one else could sing quite like Lieutenant Uhura.

“Pen-nil-bek… Qual se tu?”

Chapel leaned back in her seat, her eyes drifting shut. Leonard scanned the room for a spare blanket, but found none, so he slid his jacket off, laying it over her. She opened one eye, smiled at him, and drew it tighter around her.

“Bola utu shom….”

It was getting to him, too. He felt the call of sleep, the call to rest after an exhausting day. He resisted, forcing his eyes open. Until Spock fell asleep, there’s no way he would. No way at all…

“Bolau tu shom….”

But he never heard that, because he’d already given in to sleep.

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A/N: Pen-nil-bek: Just a moment.

Qual se tu: Is it you?

Bola utu shom: You need to rest.

The best start to a lullaby I could think of in the middle of the night, honestly. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this, even if it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. Merry Late Christmas, and a Happy New Year!

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

Update

WOM is now in the incredibly capable hands of @ouchthatwasgood now. Y'all be good to her. She's gonna do a fantastic job. I know it.

[biblichor]

So I took part in the Whumpexchange...

@ouchthatwasgood Hope this gives you at least a little of what you were looking for!

Amy stood stricken, her freckled face pale as she stared at her husband. Rory....Rory was the nurse. He was supposed to know what to do, to fix other people. He wasn't supposed to get hurt. He couldn't get hurt—not here. Not on Earth and away from the Doctor where they were supposed to be safe. This was the boring, safe life. This was their life, and Rory might lose his.

Rory met her eyes and his mouth opened and closed once, his hand covered in blood as he pulled it away from his stomach where the bullet had found its target in his abdomen. “Amy--” he breathed, and she grabbed him as he collapsed, the mugger responsible already gone into the night.

“Rory no, no no no look at me, you have to tell me what to do,” she babbled, going to her knees before sitting on the pavement under a watery street lamp in the middle of nowhere Scotland, holding Rory in her lap and trying to keep him awake. That was all she could think to do, keep him awake, stop the bleeding.

But then what? Rory shuddered, his eyes squeezing shut as he reached up and grabbed Amy's arm, smearing blood on her skin. There was no hospital near by and even if they'd had their mobiles their service was probably nil.

“You just had to go for the romantic, no technology get away, didn't you?” Amy said, keeping one hand on Rory's shoulder while she worked her coat off with the other. She was shaking as she pressed it into his stomach. “And we would get mugged for nothing in the middle of nowhere.” That she said through her teeth, because being angry was working out better than panicking. “Where's the bloody Doctor when you need him, anyway?! He can show up during our honeymoon and interrupt my friend's wedding but now--”

“Don't, don't need him,” Rory managed, his face pale and his expression pinched as Amy pressed into his stomach. “You can do this Amy.”

“Do what!?” she exclaimed, looking around for someone, anyone that might be able to help them. The streets were deserted and all the buildings were dark. Not even the pub was alight at this hour.

“Go get help,” he managed, gritting his teeth. “I'll be alright, I'm not going anywhere.”

“Leave you? I can't Rory, what if I come back and--”

He squeezed harder on her wrist and she felt her stomach plummet because she knew it took effort. So much effort he didn't have.

“I'll still be here.”

“Alive?!” she asked, slightly hysterical as tears struck down her cheeks. “Because that's not a negotiable thing Rory Williams, I am not going to leg it all over Scotland looking for help if you're going to--” her voice broke and she sniffed “going to—go while I'm away.”

Rory looked up at her, his bright eyes brighter with pain. His body shuddered in her arms and he tried to smile anyway. “Amy, how many times have I died?”

“Exactly!” she exclaimed, not feeling any better. “I can't have this time be permanent!”

“It won't. I promise Amy, it won't. Not if you hurry.” He grit his teeth and moved the jacket, looking as best he could at his own wound. Amy felt sick in her deepest heart. “It's missed the arteries, and gut wounds take a long time to die from. If I lie still I've still got time,” he assured, though the papery white nature of his skin did not make Amy feel confident at all. He met her eyes again. “Go, Amy.” He swallowed, his expression crumpling. “Please.”

She looked at him for a long moment before laying her hand on the side of his face and searching his eyes, looking long because she refused to ever forget what that light inside them looked like. “I will come back, you will be alright, do you understand me Rory Williams? I will save you.”

“I know,” he said, his brow furrowed and his eyes afraid, though there was no lie in his voice. “I know, Amy.” He gripped her arm. “I love you,” he whimpered, a little desperately. Amy blinked away another pool of tears as she pressed her lips to his and tore herself away, careful to make him as comfortable as she could before she took off running.

It took too long before she finally banged on a pub door, shouting at the top of her lungs. She'd seen a flicker of movement in the upper window and that gave her something to cling to. When her shouting and pounding made no progress she grabbed a stone from the road and hurled it with all her strength at the window, the stone bouncing off with a sharp crack. “Hey!” she screamed. “I NEED HELP!”

For a breathless moment she thought nobody would answer, but suddenly the window came open and an angry looking man leaned out with a scowl. He looked ready to yell back when a young woman shouldered in next to him and gasped, grabbing his arm.

“Mark, look at her hands...she's got someone hurt.”

Amy felt the lump in her throat come back. “Please, my husband--” she shook her head, her heart pounding painfully. “He was shot—I had to leave him out by the lantern in the middle of the street.”

After that both pub owners moved quickly, just not quickly enough for Amy. Every second was too long, too much. When they finally made it back to Rory she broke into a dead sprint, crashing to her knees beside him and frantically calling his name.

“Rory, Rory come on!” she begged, cradling his head and patting his cheek. His hands were crumpled on the coat, still trying to keep pressure on the wound. There was a lot more blood drooling across the flagstones.

For a moment Amy was paralyzed, thinking that he was gone. Ice coated her veins and she couldn't blink, couldn't breathe. Until he groaned. Then the ice broke and her fire came back because this wasn't the time for shock. This was the time to act. This was the time to fight. If there was something Amy knew, it was how to fight for what and who she loved.

“Get him up, we've got to get him back to the pub,” the man said, crouching to help. “The missus has run for the doctor—hopefully they'll be there before we are.

The pub was still deserted when Amy and the pub owner finally got Rory out of the car and into the main room, laying him on a table near the bar for the sake of better light and alcohol close at hand.

“Where is she??” Amy hissed, fisting her hand in Rory's jacket. Rory's breathing was labored and his skin was clammy. Blood seemed to be getting everywhere, even if Rory hadn't touched it and Amy wondered how much more he could possibly lose.

The man shook his head. “Sorry lass, I just...I don't know. I'll go after her. See what's the hold up. You keep pressure and stay with him. Talk to him. Keep him awake.”

Amy knelt on the bench sitting next to the table, biting her lip and carding her hand through Rory's hair. He looked almost gray with the sheen of sweat and the glow of the lamps. “I'm so sorry, Rory,” she whispered, clutching at him. “I'm so sorry.” She pressed her head into his shoulder and listened to the wheeze of his breathing, trying to take comfort in his whimpers because at least that meant he was still feeling enough to hurt.

The couple didn't return, but Amy's head came up with a jerk when a familiar groaning filled the space. There was a resounding clunk of something otherworldly settling and a moment later the Doctor came running out of the TARDIS, his eyes wide. “Oh thank god,” he breathed, stopping only a moment before rushing to the young couple and placing a hand on Rory's face. “Still breathing, good. That's good Rory, keep that up.”

Amy kept hold of Rory, staring across him at the Doctor, her face splotchy with crying and tears and blood. “How—where did you come from?”

The Doctor paused in his fluttering for only a moment, looking up and meeting her eyes. Amy stared back for a long moment, realizing she didn't like what she was seeing. “You saw this end, didn't you?” she stated, her voice hollow. “You saw him die.”

The Doctor didn't deny her. He reached across Rory, clasping Amy's hand over Rory's stomach with his own. He squeezed and his eyes bored into her. “I will change this future, Amy. I promise you that.”

“You better.”

And he did.

[justwhumpythings]

My friend who isn't really into whump pronounces whump as whooomp because of their accent 🤣

Haha yeah that's definitely a thing with certain accents XD I think we used to poke fun at @ouchthatwasgood for saying it that way? (sorry if that wasn't you and I'm misremembering 😅)

[whumpapedia]

The Whumpapedia

It started out as just an idea on the Whumpshire Discord Chat: What if our community had a database where everyone could share their favorite whumpy moments for all to see?  What if there was a place to go and search for new whump whenever we felt like it?  Well, the Tumblr Whump community listened and on April 9, 2017, The Whumpapedia was born!

The 'Pedia, as we mods affectionately call it, is a comprehensive, community-created list of whumpy moments from TV, movies, books, anime, video games, music videos and much more. It’s also a community resource that YOU can contribute to!

Here’s how it works:

To view The Whumpapedia in easy to search spreadsheet form, click here

There is also a Whumpapedia Wiki that you can visit but it is very much a work in progress and still under construction.

Submitting By Category:

(These links will direct you to google docs where you can submit your entries.)

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Please be sure to provide as much information as possible. There is an “anonymous” option if you do not want your name to appear in the database. Multiple entries/submissions are always welcome. In fact, they’re encouraged!

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Active mods: @fyeahvulnerablemen @ouchthatwasgood @the-wandering-whumper

[evilwriter37]

Whump Tropes Tag Game

Tagged by @ouchthatwasgood

List your top three whump tropes and tag people.

Whoever gets tagged gets to say how they feel about your top three tropes.

After finishing that, they then list their top three tropes, and the tagging cycle goes on!

1) stabbbbb yeah. Not original but just, you know when the whumpee gets stabbed and then they look up and make eye contact with the person who stabbed them? And then they collapse? Cradling their wound? Yeah. That. What can I say.

2) Jumping off this last one—collapse. You know whether the whumpee is poisoned, faint, hit in the head, having a panic attack, they collapse, and this is usually preferred when others are around too, cause then everyone’s like “ah! Oh my god!” And “I guess we’ll have to carry them” ya know?

3) the car transport—you know what I mean. The good ‘Ol car transport. The whumpee’s just been shot or stabbed or collapsed or mortally wounded and now their friends are rushing them to preferably a safe house or something to take care of them. Sometimes someone’s in the back comforting them, sometimes the driver keeps looking back to make sure their still alive. Yes.

My opinion:

Stabbing is so good! I love stabbing my whumpees. The blood is just wonderful, and ooh, the pain.

Collapse is really great too! I love it when the whumpee falls into someone's arms.

Hm, not much a fan of car transport honestly. Maybe because the universe my whumpee is in doesn't have cars. There's dragon transport, but still not much a fan of that. It's hard to write.

And @justwhumpythings

Forced to watch. It doesn’t get any better than this.* Two whumpees for the price of one, and it just makes all the emotions and the suffering more intense. Plus afterwards, some nice trauma-bonding.

Fear/non-fight danger responses (freeze response, etc.). I’m not much of a one for tough-guy main whumpees, I’m afraid. I love it when they’re trying to be strong, but I want to see the terror in their eyes.

Simple, ‘battle-field’-type injuries. A staple of my whump-daydreaming life. GSWs, stabbings, broken bones: the character’s been in a fight, and oh no, they’ve gone and gotten themselves some nasty penetrating trauma, how awful. I hope they don’t bleed everywhere. Be a shame if that shattered tibia caused them to scream every time they tried to move. Just, the classics.

My opinion:

Forced to watch is absolutely wonderful. Especially if it's just something completely terrible. I love that trope.

I don't write freeze responses too much, as my whumpees usually are fighters. I also have too much personal history with that one to feel comfortable writing it.

Yes, yes, yes! Battle-field injuries are the absolute best! I use them all the time. I feel like I write a lot of fight scenes, so it happens a lot. They're fun.

My tropes:

Whipping. Written it a million times and probably will continue to do so. I just love fucking up a whumpee that way. The slashes, the screams, the blood. And usually you have to undress or partially undress the whumpee for whipping, which just leaves them more vulnerable.

Bondage. I love tying up my whumpees. I usually do something simple to leave them vulnerable, but putting them in stress positions can be super fun.

Uh, yeah, this one's not very popular and gets me some hate, but I can't not include it: I love noncon. Anything the whumpee doesn't agree to, that hurts them emotionally, maybe physically, is so good. It gives them a whole new sense of horror.

Tagging @lifbitch and @howtowhumpyourhiccup

[i-love-me-a-lotta-whump]

It's not intentional. We just kinda start doing it. 😂

[ouchthatwasgood]

Whumpsignal voting

Here are the submissions with their descriptions/contributor:

1. By @whumpadoodle - “ Handcuffs over a syringe, to represent the physical whump and the medical whump sides of the community. “

2. By ouchthatwasgood - blood drop + tear drop = Whump

3. By @the-whumpy-fangirl - “The red stands for blood, the blue for tears, and the h/c” It can be interpreted “hurt/comfort” or “hot/cold” for non-whumpers

4. By @whumpcryst

5. By “justchillingtothetune” - “A whump signal that has some comic book feel to it--with blue highlighter!”

6. By “Terry B” - “Red hand on a black bkg. Means whump found here”

7.1 By @arlothia (as well as the next 4) - “H/C with a machete”

7.2 “H/C with a hunters knife”

8.1 “Skull and crossbones with bleeding bandaged head”

8.2 “Skull and crossbones with bandaged head bleeding even more.”

8.3 “Skull and crossbones with bandaids in an X on forehead.”

9. This is a whole different form of media for the whump signal: 

By @justsomewhump - “I’ve thought more of a ‘whump’ gesture, like the ‘I like your shoelaces’ thing for having a Tumblr...and that’s raising the three middle fingers of your hand in a W shape, like the letter W is in ASL”

10. By @erdarielthewhumper - “a coat-of-arms style symbol with a silver knife and golden pencil forming a sort of cross on a red background. The knife and the red colour of the background symbolize blood and pain and violence which we so dearly love, and the pencil stands for fanart and fanfiction and other writings which are so essential part of whump community.”

And also a small note - a lot of these are handdrawn and naturally if they are deemed the official whumpsignal, a final form may yet potentially come, so do not let the medium hinder your decision.

Also also, I added decimal things to some so that the general concept is being voted for, rather than the details. In the poll, if you choose one of those you will get to decide which detail thing you liked better.

Here is the link to the poll:

https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/BDY5FXF

(anonymous responses are on)

Thanks for the submissions dudes

[whumpmyworld]

Tagged by @nanashi1869 .I’m finally doing it! Hahaha

Rules: bold those that apply to you, italicise your aspirations, and tag 9 people:

AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not scared of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season (i mean it’s the only season here soooo hahaaha) • My radio is always playing(more like my spotify?)

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I re-watch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

EARTH: I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry( only because i get to procrastinate from studying) • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued adviser to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true north • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

Sooo @whumpgalore, @reivenesque @kdramawhump @lindwurm-prince @missmichelin @mmorgan317 @roughedupheroes @x-wingsandarchers @ouchthatwasgood if you guys want to do this? hahaha.

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Tagged

I was tagged by @theworldoffandoming approximately one million years ago. Thank you!!!!

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

Relationship Status: Single

Favorite color: ... That’s not as simple as it should be. Let’s say “Previously purple, now undecided.” 

Lipstick or Chapstick?: Neither, usually, but when I wear one, it’s lipstick. 

Three favorite foods: Vanilla ice cream, cheese enchiladas, and basically any kind of fruit. 

Last song I listened to: Probably “Brother” by Needtobreathe.

Last movie I watched: Star Trek Beyond. (FINALLY.)

Top 3 shows: Star Trek: Tos, Star Trek: Voyager, aaaand.... I don’t think I’m actually watching three shows right now. Which is weird for me. Usually I’m watching around 6 or 7, AT LEAST. I need new shows. 

Three favorite bands: I honestly don’t have a favorite band. I listen to one or two songs from many, many artists. I consistently watch Maddie Wilson’s covers, but that’s all I can think of. 

Books I’m currently reading: Oh boy. XD “The Better Man” “Battlestations,” and “Dreadnought,” which are all Star Trek novels, (may give up on “Dreadnought” soon,) and... I’m attempting to read Artemis Fowl, because I never got around to it, and a friend tells me it’s amazing. 

Now I tag: @fanaticfangirl2602 @alixismad @crazytwist09 @poorlymadesockpuppet @the-wandering-whumper @ouchthatwasgood and @whumpitywhumpwhump, but of course, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. 

Questions: Relationship Status:  Favorite color: Lipstick or Chapstick?:  Three favorite foods:  Last song I listened to:  Last movie I watched: Top 3 shows: Three favorite bands:  Books I’m currently reading:  Now I tag:

[withywhump]

Oooooh funsies! Thanks sweetheart :D

@bloodyfeverdreams's tropes:

1. Sedation - A nice trope! Not my favorite, as I prefer my whumpees to stay awake, though can be very nice when paired with some manhandling mwahaha, or perhaps a nice collapse for which the best bro catches them. I like it in the opposite way that you do I think though. Rather than when the good guys do it to protect them, I like it when the baddie does it.

2. STABSSS. STABS FOR LIFE. STABS IS THE GOAT. GIVE ME ALL OF THEM.

3. Hair control - Mmmm, very nice trope. Tonnnsssss of angst potential with this one. I'm quite fond of hair grabbing hehehe, or a nice non-con cut or shave can be some excellent emotional whump. Tying the whumpee to a chair and forcing them to sit through it, helpless to stop it, then holding up a mirror and showing them what they were powerless to prevent.

My tropes:

1. STABSSSSS - Unf pair it with a hug for a lovely hug-stab of betrayal, whumper pushing it into their stomach and holding it there, blood pouring from the wound and soaking their clothes, the whumpee gasping and clutching at the whumper's sleeve, looking at them with wide eyes reflecting their pain and shock. Or maybe a nice collapsed building impalement yasss that's always nice.

2. Choking - Throat grabbing, arm around the throat, chain or rope around the throat, asphyxiation, coughing up blood, any kind of affliction that affects the whumpee's breathing in some way to where they make those perfect gasping, choking noises is 🤌 unf

3. Intimate Whumper - This one is a bit cheating as it covers a whole host of subtropes. A whumper being too touchy with the whumpee, touching their face, hair, maybe even kissing them on the cheek, hair, forehead, lips. Running their hands over them, cupping their face or neck, pressing into their space and brushing a hand through their hair. I don't like anything too graphic; below the belt is too much for me personally (not hating on anyone who does like the more graphic stuff, so long as it's fictional or consensual :) just not for me). But above the belt? That's the good shit.

Tags! @animeboyswhump, @ouchthatwasgood, @sad-boys-anonymous, @wabi-sabi-whump, @bloodyspade0000, and annyyyyonneeee who wants to do this bc it's fun :)

Tag game! The post I was tagged in was long af so I’m just making a new post.

Thanks for the tag @sickasafish I love these things! The game is such:

List your top three whump tropes and tag people.

Whoever gets tagged gets to say how they feel about your top three tropes.

After finishing that, they then list their top three tropes, and the tagging cycle goes on!

If you don’t feel like playing, it’s ok!

1) Concussions- oooooooh I love concussions! The delirium, the uneven pupils, the incoordination, the confusion, love it! They’re a wonderful bit of whump!

2) Fevers- ooooooooooooooooooooooh those are some of my favorite things ever! I love me a good fever, be in an infected wound or pneumonia or even just a simple flu. Most of my fics are sickfics of some sort haha but I am not ashamed of that^^ and fevers lead to fever dream hehehehe

3) Survival where an accident leaves the whumpee trapped- now this isn’t one of my personal faves but I do still love it. I just love the caretaking aspect of it more. Finding the stranded whumpee, freeing them, bringing them home, treating the wounds they got, etc.

And now onto my own favorite tropes!

1) I do love me some good sedation. There are so many options, the whumper sedating a whumpee and the whumpee trying to fight a losing battle with consciousness, the caretaker being forced to sedate a desperate whumpee who’s begging not to be sedated for some reason and the betrayal or the soft fading as they can’t comprehend what’s happening…. mmmm that’s the good stuff.

2) Stabbings. Stabbings are alllllways such a wonderful form of whump. Be it a blade, a piece of shrapnel, whatever works. If it pierces the skin, it’s good with me^^

3) This is a weird one but I still love it. A whumper having control over a whumpee’s hair. It’s a thrill to have a whumper cut, style, change, control a whumpee’s personhood by screwing with their hair. I do love an intimate whumper who loves to show their control over the whumpee by something so basic yet so personal.

Okay so that’s me! Tag time! @withywhump @the-wandering-whumper @sick-bae @bleedingandfeverish and @thefevertrope Have fun!

[bocularteletheric]

I was tagged by @shipperfiendobssesser thank you friend! (It won't let me tag you for some reason darn)

1. Name: Saskia

2. Gender: female

3. Sign: Leo

4. Height: I have noooo idea lol but I am short

5. Sexuality: bi af

6. Why I made a tumblr: way back in 2012 I loved those pics of funny tumblr posts lol so I joined cos of them

7. Hogwarts house: slytherin af

8. Average hours of sleep: flip me like .... 7? I have no idea lolol

9. Dogs or cats: cats all the way

10. Favourite colour: black or red

I tag @damevinteren @pan2fel @whumpywhumpas @whumpmyworld @telekinetic-hedgehog @spooky-doings @ouchthatwasgood @bromanceandships @arwione and anyone else who wants to do it!!! And yous totally don't have to do it heheh

[whumperwriter]

I was tagged by @fyeahvulnerablemen (which was cool because I never get tagged in this stuff! So hooray!

Name: Tayler

Nickname: Tay, George, TayterTot, (currently going as *RebelScum on Discord right now. lmao) Hearty, and a few others. 

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 5’6′’

Sexuality: I’ve identified as bisexual for a while, but recently, I’ve decided that I consider myself a lesbian (who loves to see men in pain.)

Hogwarts house: So, I’m a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw. So somewhere in between. 

Dream trips: I would love to go home. But I kinda want to go everywhere? So dream trip? Somewhere cold and a ton of snow. 

Average sleep: 4-7 (depends on the day.) I’d say 6 most often.

Why I made my tumblr: I wanted to be part of a community. Plus, all the good fandom information is pretty easy to find on Tumblr. 

Dogs or cats: Everything! All of them 

When I made this tumbr: A year ago apparently. 

Followers: on this particular blog 263.

Reasons for my url:Well. I’m a whumper. and a writer. Ta da

Tagging: @ouchthatwasgood @thebluejayawe and everybody else! (I feel like everybody else has already been tagged.)

[the-wandering-whumper]

Reblog this if you agree with @ouchthatwasgood and think Aaron Ashmore should be our patron saint of whump.

[i-love-me-a-lotta-whump]

9 Tags!

The amazing @queenvaleska tagged me. (thank you, love) Let’s a go!

Relationship Status: Pringle. Single and hungry.

Favorite Color: Black. I know I sound like some kind of angsty teen but it’s a good color.

Last Movie Watched: The Losers

Favorite Shows: Oh boo get ready cus I’m a TV addict. (not in order)

Arrow, The Flash, Chicago PD, Batman Beyond, SEAL Team, Hannibal, NCIS: LA, The Good Doctor, Prison Break, Daredevil, Iron Fist, The Defenders, The Office, Parks and Recreation, The OC, Who’s Line Is It Anyway (OG and reboot), Supernatural, Teen Wolf, The Big Bang Theory, Last Man Standing, Mom, Turn: Washington’s Spies, Sherlock, White Collar, Merlin, Friends, Hawaii Five-0, Shooter, Taken, Once Upon a Time, The Night Shift, Gotham, Hemlock Grove, Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Limitless, Graceland, Danny Phantom, Second Chance, Lethal Weapon, Survivor, Project Runway, Project Runway All-Stars, SG1, SG: Atlantis, MARVEL’s Runaways, The Gifted, Legend of the Seeker, Chicago Med, Lucifer, Freakish, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, Elementary, Robin Hood, Atlantis, 12 Monkeys, Bull, The Amazing Race, Falling Skies, Under The Dome, Legion, Moonlight, Leverage, Ghost Wars, Drake and Josh, iCarly, Scooby Doo (classics). Those are just off of the top of my head. There’s more, I’m sure.

Top 3 Ships: Olicity (Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak on Arrow), West-Allen (Iris West and Barry Allen on The Flash), Clairedevil (Claire Temple and Matthew Murdock on Daredevil)

My tagged 9: @the-wandering-whumper @fyeahvulnerablemen @ouchthatwasgood @mypoorfaves @withywhump @whatawhumperfulworld @whumploversanonymous @fanfictionwhump

My 9th person is whoever wants to do it! Just tag me so I know! :D

[theadrogna]

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic/original/anything!) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

I was tagged by @darkestsight

My Last Line: “He wondered if he would ever trust her enough to let her.”

Which is from my Roman AU, The Lost Centurion (yes, that means there should be a new chapter up soon).

Tagging @kalinara, @ouchthatwasgood, @claracivry and @smilinstar, and anyone else who feels like doing this is welcome to join in.