#school whump

[scrimblobimblowhump]

For the whump ask game:

A stuffed animal or a book :>

Stuffed animal: whumpee having a comfort stuffie that brings them joy and comfort amid the darkness of their abuse, but whumper one day deciding to punish them by taking it from them and throwing it in the fireplace in front of them (bonus points if whumpee is a kid and whumper is their abusive parent/caregives, and this experience haunts whumpee down the line, contributing to compulsive hoarding as an adult and having nightmares about losing their belongings

Book:

Same for the "comfort item getting taken and destroyed as punishment"!

Whumper beating whumpee with a heavy book

Whumper making whumpee write/rewrite a massive tome as punishment (or what if it's an admiration obsession like in Stephen King's Misery)

One we can all relate to: student whumpee sobbing over piles and piles of textbooks because tests are coming but they're burnt out and oh so unprepared and have zero idea what will they do

Related to previous: Whumpee's batshit insane parents tying them to a chair till they complete their homework/study enough for a straight A on the test

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[witchy-shortcake]

Im kind of surprised that no one has asked me what characters was the fanart of yet

Are you alright back there, kiddo?

The child didn't say say a word. They were curled up at the back of the car, looking through the window.

Every time A drove through a bump in the road they would hear a small pained sound coming from the kid's mouth. They had never been the type of person to panic when one of their studients got sick, after all B wasn't their child but something about the sight of B resting their head on the car Window, pale as a ghost and switching between slurred feverish mumbling and barely audible cries made A's heart shatter.

We're almost there, okay? You Will be resting in bed in no time.

The kid nods their head, exhausted and shivering.

The rest of the trip was spent in total silence, apart from the noises the car made. Every few minutes A would look at the back of the car, hoping that the poor child had already fallen asleep. Insead, A's glances would meet B's tired eyes, still looking around at the complete darkness that surrounded the road.

Only a few minutes more...

(Did i write this based off a single piece of fanart i found on Pinterest? The answer is yes)

[whump-supplies]

Medic whump my beloved <3

The world doesn't care that they're exhausted. It doesn't care that their head is pounding and chest aches, it doesn't care how badly they're shaking or how much their legs want to give out.

Their teammates are hurt and sick and dying and they are the only one who can save them, they have a role to fill and a job to do, because no one else can.

And whatever is going on with them? A bit of first aid and however many pain meds are needed to function will have to suffice because "resting" is not conducive to keeping their friends alive

Oh and if one of their teammates is in critical condition? They have to be prepared to stay awake for days on end monitoring (or operating) on them to keep them alive.

They dont get to stop and rest

(At least not until they cant go any further and their body gives out. Delaying much needed rest by slamming back caffeine & pain meds until the job gets done has its consequences after all~)

I love my exhausted medic characters so much <3

[the-broken-pen]

Hey can you do one about a villain with teleporting powers

The hero woke up gasping, scrambling upright in bed as the back of their neck tingled in warning. Their eyes darted around the room, blurry, before settling on the far wall.

The villain watched them, idle and unimpressed.

The hero’s lungs, traitorously, forgot how to breathe. They wheezed slightly, one hand clenching onto the blanket, the other sliding underneath the pillow for their knife, where–

The villain hummed, and the hero’s attention snapped back to them at the same time they managed to draw in a painful, terror-addled breath. The villain’s gaze was unnerving as they flipped a knife over their knuckles.

The hero’s knife.

“You,” the hero managed, but they couldn’t think of anything to say, and they were so tired and their pulse was jackrabbiting in their ears.

The villain seemed to know this.

“I warned you,” they said. They didn’t even sound mean about it. Just a gentle reminder–hey, don’t forget to check the mail, hey, it’s your mom’s birthday, hey, can you feed the dog?

‘If you keep interfering, I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth and make you stop. There is nowhere I will not find you. Do you hear me? You cannot run from me, so don’t make me chase you.’

The hero swallowed.

“I didn’t think you would actually do it.”

The villain nodded like they had expected this. “You’ve learned from your mistakes, though, yeah?”

The hero knew the right answer. They knew that the proper response would be to slide off the bed onto their knees, to swear in every language they knew that they wouldn’t do it again. That the villain would be the only one allowed to splash blood onto the streets of their city, and the hero would choke on the pain of doing nothing and stay silent in it.

“You knew I wasn’t going to listen to you,” the hero said, and it was accusatory. The villain shifted slightly. “You had to have known I wouldn’t stop just because you threatened me.”

The villain shrugged one shoulder. 

“Of course I did. If you were the type of person who would have stopped, I would have killed you instead of giving you a warning.”

The hero’s grip tightened on the blanket. “That doesn’t make sense. If I was going to stop then why kill me–”

“I don’t believe in weakness,” the villain interrupted. Their gaze was searching and heavy on the hero’s face, knife still spinning over their knuckles. “Which is why you’re alive, because you have never been weak.”

The hero’s jaw tensed.

“You wanted this.”

The hint of a smile pulled at the villain’s mouth.

“Of course I did. You think I didn’t know you would try and run? You think I didn’t know exactly how you would react the moment I threatened anyone in that cursed city?”

“So you weren’t actually going to kill anyone?”

“Oh, no,” the villain corrected. “Of course I was going to. They don’t matter to me.”

The hero’s stomach turned. 

“Those are people–”

“They’re a drop in an ocean of humanity. You know better than to think I would care about something so trivial,” the villain said.

“They’re not trivial–”

The villain sighed, harsh in the darkness of the room.

“I bore of this. Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

The hero jolted back.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

The villain sighed again, as if they were dealing with an unruly child and getting a headache for their efforts. It sent the hero bristling like an angry cat.

“There’s nowhere you can go that I can’t find you. You know that, right? There is no end of the line for this. You can drive until you run out of gasoline, until your feet bleed, and you drain your accounts of money. And I will follow, and I will leave every person who helped you nothing more than a stain on the ground, until you decide the trail of bodies isn’t worth avoiding me. Is that really something you want?”

The hero set their jaw, rising to their feet. 

“You won’t find me,” they swore. And the villain–

The villain laughed.

“I know your face. Of course I can find you.”

The hero was missing something, and the lack of knowledge felt like a sword over their head. 

“I don’t–”

“There’s no way you would have known,” the villain said gently, like they knew how much it bothered the hero that they were missing something that was apparently vital. 

They probably did know.

The hero glared.

The villain looked on the verge of another laugh.

“Once I’ve seen a face, I can find a person anywhere in the world. No matter how far. That’s all I need. You could go to the other side of the planet, and I could teleport to you without a second thought.”

The hero gaped.

“Any face?”

The villain paused. “Yes.”

The hero’s throat went abruptly dry.

Any face–

“You could do so much good,” the hero said, and their voice broke slightly. “Do you know how many people you could save? Natural disasters and missing persons cases and–”

“You misunderstand me.”

“You could–”

“I don’t want to do good.”

The hero stopped.

“You don’t want to do good,” they said flatly.

“I am not a good person,” the villain said. “I don’t want to do good. I want power, and I want to do as I please, and I want you.”

The hero was going to be sick on the wooden flooring. They were barefoot, and weaponless, and that fear still ran up their spine.

“I am a person. You cannot have a person.”

“You are a glorious, powerful being,” the villain countered.

“That doesn’t make me less of a person.”

“No,” the villain agreed. “But it does make you something other than trivial. How could I do anything other than want to have that?”

The hero backed up a step.

“You can’t have me.”

The villain matched them, silent even as they stepped forward.

“You plan to run?”

They sounded amused.

The hero supposed that was better than anger.

“Stay over there,” the hero said shakily. The villain obliged, settling their hands into their pockets. Like this was a means to an end. They had flipped to the back of the book and read the ending, and were watching the hero catch up to the scenes they had already seen played out. The villain’s eyes burned into them.

And abruptly, skin going cold, the hero realized there truly wasn’t a way out of this for them.

The villain would never let them be. They could run, like the villain said, and the villain could kill every person who so much as looked their way. They could hide, and stumble through cities and down alleys and the villain would always be around the corner. 

They had little doubt that every other person in this shitty motel was already dead. 

The villain grinned like they could read every thought as it crossed the hero’s face.

“Where will you go,” the villain said. They stepped forward until they were close enough to touch. 

It wasn’t really the sort of question that wanted an answer.

“Everyone else in this building is dead, aren’t they?”

The villain cocked their head, as if to say, Come now, you know the answer to that.

The hero didn’t think they would ever be able to draw a full breath again.

“Where,” the villain said, soft like a secret. “Will you go, little hero?”

It felt like dying. It felt like reaching out to help someone a second too late. A second too slow to catch the building as it fell. The wrong side of a fire before it blew up.

“With you,” they whispered, and the villain smiled wider.

“What was that?”

“You heard me,” the hero snapped, and thrust their hand out. The villain took it without hesitation.

They tugged the hero into them, leaning to slot their mouth next to the hero’s ear. The hair on the back of the hero’s neck stood up.

“You could do so much bad,” the villain whispered, and the hero ground their teeth hard enough to hurt.

Anger flared bright enough to drain every ounce of fear from their body. Because this was the worst case scenario, wasn’t it? What could be lost.

“Every step you make, every blow you deal and fire you start, I’ll be there. And I'll stop you. Again, and again, and again. You want me?” The hero bared their teeth. “Then have me.”

The villain tugged them closer, and laughed.

“I look forward to it,” the villain replied, and then darkness swallowed the both of them whole.

A week later, a team of agents entered the motel to find it coated in blood and the smell of death.

A month later, everyone knew there was a fight of immovable power and unstoppable force shattering its way across the world. 

A year later, the victor panted through a bloody grin, bruised and crackling with vicious unleashed power, and laughed. Because truly, the ending had been on the horizon since the moment the two of them had first met.

[tsubaki94]

Counseling Session

Here's my half of the ectoimplosion2023.

[liketwoswansinbalance]

TLEA likely could've been darker in at least one way, if it had been more accurate to our real-world science:

If SGE’s magic didn’t work how it did, I bet Sophie’s ears could have popped, and maybe burst her eardrums. Plus, Rafal could have inadvertently killed her (and doomed himself!) once he’d reached some terminal velocity of mortals while flying with her.

Probably, he could stop her from bleeding out though (or would it be internal bleeding?), and the ring would save her, too, I think, as the immortality went "both ways."

Aside from some "recovery" or the potential ring fail-safe, just think of the angst and hurt/comfort potential!

[justkidneying]

Why the Spleen Sucks

The spleen is a really shittily placed organ, making it prone to injury. This injury is usually severe and can lead to death if not properly managed. We're going to look at the function of the spleen, what happens when it is damaged, and how to write about.

Where is the spleen? It's in the upper left quadrant of the abdominal cavity, nestled right against the ribs (typically 9-11) at the midaxillary line. It's behind the stomach and is considered intraperitoneal. The main thing is that the spleen is very vulnerable. It is literally right up against the ribs without much protecting it. It's shaped like a little bean and is purple in humans. It is fed by the splenic artery, which comes off of the celiac trunk (which sticks off of the abdominal aorta).

What does the spleen do? Its main job is to filter out old and malformed red blood cells. It also holds immune cells. Certain diseases can cause the spleen to enlarge, including cirrhosis of the liver (it's connected to the hepatic portal system), sickle cell anemia (RBCs are stuck in it), and autoimmune disorders. The spleen also holds about 250 mL of RBCs in reserve in case you need them.

What happens when it is injured? The spleen can be ruptured and lacerated kinda easily. Blunt trauma to the ribs can cause it to rupture, and this is seen in contact sports and car accidents mostly. Because of those giant gaps between the ribs, it's also prone to injury from knife attacks. Gunshot wounds are another common cause, as well as broken ribs penetrating it (broken ribs are very sharp, like way sharper than you imagine). Rupture is more likely when someone has splenomegaly.

When the spleen is damaged, you're going to get a lot of intraperitoneal hemorrhaging. The spleen filters a lot of blood and has blood in it, so there's going to be a lot of blood in the abdomen (obviously). This will lead to distention, guarding (abs are tense), and hypovolemia. The left upper quadrant will be painful, and there can also be referred pain to the left shoulder (Kehr's sign).

If the patient has a small laceration, the symptoms aren't always as dramatic. Sometimes they'll just have low hemoglobin (which is on RBCs), maybe some thrombocytopenia (lots of platelets in the blood).

How do you fix this? If the injury is small and the patient is hemodynamically stable, they can usually be given a blood transfusion and the spleen can heal itself. Sometimes surgery is also performed to clamp a vessel or repair the outer layer of the spleen.

If the injury is major, then surgery will be performed. If the patient is less critical, they may go in and try to fix the problem. If it can't be fixed, they may do a splenectomy (remove the spleen). In a critical patient, they might forgo the nice pretty incision on the left side, and instead just split the patient down the middle. In these situations (in my experience), there isn't a lot of time to waste. One thing that we aren't going to waste time on is anesthesia, for example. This is with a lot of very critical surgeries, at least from what I have seen. Like the surgeon will start cutting as they are working on knocking out the patient, but usually they are in so much pain that they don't even register it.

If you remove the spleen, the patient is more at risk for infections, but with modern medicine and vaccinations, it's not as much of a big deal as it used to be. The patient will probably be fine.

Writing tips: (new section idea, hope you guys like it, lol) As with any injury, you have to make sure that you are giving them an acceptable mechanism of injury. With the spleen, this is either blunt trauma or penetration/laceration. Getting tackled, getting stabbed, getting shot, all great MOIs.

Second thing, present the appropriate signs and symptoms. A sign would be like bruising, hypotension, tachycardia, etc. A symptom would be LUQ pain, Kehr's sign, etc.

Next, figure out what you're going to do and where you're going to do it. In the field, there probably isn't much you can do. The most would probably be a laparotomy and clamping the splenic artery, but I mean, when I was an EMT, we were not doing this. There's a lot of stuff you can theoretically do, but never gets done. But I mean you can write it. If the patient makes it to the hospital, I think it would be more fun to do emergency surgery and just split them right down the middle. There's going to be a lot of blood in the greater omentum, very high stakes and exciting.

Anyways, hope you guys liked this, please let me know if I got anything wrong. I wrote this off of my personal experience and a few good textbooks, but there can always been mistakes in things.

[wellthisissomething]

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[fuupan]

i had this in mind a few days ago while running on 2 hrs of sleep

decided to finally draw it lol

i have some more ideas in mind of them that i will hopefully get to get around drawing

[allyriadayne]

In a world where alicent is a nun and larys the priest confessor for the convent, he would 100% enjoy torturing her by making her feel like her petty sins are worse than they are just to make her even more dependant on his absolution. He tells her to flagellate herself ten times just for thinking she would be a better mother superior than sister rhaenyra (he makes her show him her back) and another time he tells her she must pray on her knees all night because she didn't confess the day before (so now she will confess in his rooms where he can truly see her). she's wrecked with guilt and anxiety and thinks she's going to hell if she doesn't beg for father larys' forgiveness every day at 4 pm sharp. all this because lyonel pledged larys' life to the church if god saved his wife but when she died, he sent larys anyway

[scrimblobimblowhump]

Got the ask game - a pen

~ @snaillamp :) 🐌

Ohhooooo *rubs hands together*

Whumper stabbing whumpee with a pen (school bullies??)

Hospitalised whumpee having doctors make markings on their body for medical purposes with a pen (surgery? allergy test? x-ray for Broken Bones?? the world is your oyster)

Overwhelmed whumpee clicking a pen to calm themselves

Student whumpee absolutely overwhelmed and furious with schoolwork aggressivelly stabbing their notebooks and textbooks with a pen in rage (I have done that on multiple occasions, I'm afraid

Whumper heating up a metal pen and pressing it against whumpee's skin

[whumpderella]

High School Return of a Gangster (Episode 06)

[whumperer-86]

Fainted

Highschool return of Gangster ep4

[the-broken-pen]

love your writing yo can I ask for a little hurt-comfort mlm

“Oh. Oh. That’s—that’s a lot of blood,” the voice above him sounded strangled, like they were choking on every word.

The hero cracked an eye open, dizzy and cold and tired, and hummed something that could have been an agreement.

“Hey,” he said, voice raw, and his friend stifled a sob as they collapsed onto their knees at his side.

Their hands pressed hesitantly against the wound, and they were trembling. His hands were slick with blood. It took everything in them to drag them, shaking, to rest on top of his friends, and press down hard.

The pained noise he made caught in the back of his throat. Just barely.

“You have to press harder,” he managed. The pain had swelled to something almost unbearable. He was drowning in it, to the point where it was almost the kind of pain where it became something wretched, something else that swallowed you whole. “The bleeding, it—“ he had to stop, gasping for a breath.

His friend had started crying, but they pressed harder, dutifully. He loved them for it.

“I don’t know what to do,” they sobbed. “You don’t do hospitals. What do I do.”

He let go of his friends hand, digging for his pocket. His grip slipped the first two times; he managed it on the third, sliding his phone onto his stomach.

“Speed dial,” he offered, and closed his eyes before the look on his friend’s face made him vomit.

“Speed dial? Speed dial. Okay. Okay,” his friend said. “It’s fine. Everything is fine.” He was certain his friend wasn’t saying it to him. Their free hand scrambled for his phone.

By the time they managed to get it to ring, the world around him had turned into something muffled and cotton around him.

“You? You’re his speed dial—don’t…I don’t know what….bleeding…not responding…please, just….”

A crack cleaved the air, the smell of ozone suddenly stronger than the smell of his own suffering, and then a hand was replacing his friend’s. The other found the side of his face, thumb curving under his jaw.

“Hey,” and oh, he knew that voice—something raw in his chest eased. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

He managed, just barely, and the villain peered down at him.

“Hey,” he croaked.

“You’re bleeding out,” the villain said, and it was the softest he’d ever heard him. “You need care, or you’re going to die. Can I move you?”

Do you trust me?

“Always,” he tried, but it came out weak and desperate.

The villain pressed harder, and he keened high and pained in the back of his throat. On instinct, his hand darted up to the villain’s wrist, latching on too tight for anyone without superpowers to handle. The villain didn’t flinch.

“You’re okay,” the villain murmured. His thumb brushed over the hero’s jaw, soothing.

There was something the hero was forgetting—

“My friend,” he choked out. “Where—are they—where—“ he struggled to sit up, and the villain simply guided him back down.

“They’re fine,” the villain promised. “I sent them home. Maybe a little traumatized, but they’re okay.”

“Okay.” The hero nodded to himself, or he tried, or he didn’t. “Okay. They’re okay, okay, I’m—“

“Okay,” the villain finished for him, and even half sick in pain the hero could tell he was intentionally keeping his voice easy. “You’re okay. You’re going to be just fine, I promise.”

His hand shifted underneath the hero’s back.

“Breathe for me?” The hero tried, and managed a half wheeze. The villain just nodded. “Good. This is gonna suck.”

His other hand wormed its way underneath the hero’s knees. He blinked, trying to clear his blurry vision, and the villain stared at him. Barely disguised concern was written into every inch of him, like the only thing his bones could remember was panic. For him.

The villain was scared for him.

That was bad.

“What’s going to suck—“

The villain hauled him upwards, and his vision went white.

He woke up some time later, chest heavy and head floating somewhere above his body.

He hummed something that might have been a question, and the villain was above him in an instant.

“Are you in pain?”

The hero blinked at him for a moment. Mostly because he couldn’t really remember how to do anything else. The world felt sluggish. A second delayed behind normal. Which should have been concerning, panic worth and world ending, but it simply just…was.

“No,” he said finally, and his voice sounded weird. His throat ached, separated from him by a wall of warmth. “I was screaming?”

The villain swallowed, hard, and the hero managed to drag his gaze down to the needle and thread clutched in the villain’s hand.

“Yeah.” The villain sounded like he was choking on the words. “You were screaming.”

He opened his eyes whendidheclosethem and peered upwards again. He was on a couch. Or a bed? Bed, he decided a second later. The villain was kneeling next to him, and there was something soft tucked around his legs. He went to sit up, look down at his stomach; the villain’s hand came up to rest on his forehead, gently keeping him down. He must have made some noise of displeasure, because a moment later, the villain’s hand carded through his hair.

“Easy,” he murmured, focusing back onto the hero’s side. He heard the snip of thread; the sound of the villain throwing something onto a side table without care.

“What did you give me?” The hero’s tongue felt thick in his mouth.

“Lots,” the villain said.

“Lots,” he said back, managing to sound more incredulous than he actually cared to feel at the moment, and the villain snorted. “Haven’t heard of that one before.”

“Had to make something special for the boy wonder,” the villain smoothed a hand down his side, and the hero half leaned into it. Mostly he managed to sink further into the mattress. “You burn through shit fast, you know?”

The hero did know. He knew very well, unfortunately.

“Thanks,” he managed. His head lolled to the side without his permission, resting against the villain’s arm.

“You’re going to pass out again,” the villain informed him. He made a noise in the back of his throat that could have meant anything. The villain seemed to understand regardless.

Am not, he tried to say.

The haze of medication and blood loss stole him first.

The next time he woke, he was half sprawled against the villain’s side. Something cold was set onto his cheek, and he reached up to remove it, hand clumsy. The villain caught it before he managed to remove anything.

“You spiked a fever,” he said quietly. “I just got it back down. That’s probably why you woke up. How are you feeling?”

That was…a lot.

“No pain,” he said eventually. He thought he felt the villain give a heavy sigh of relief.

The world was clearing itself up bit by bit, settling the furniture back into the correct places until it no longer felt like things were sliding around him.

The villain’s hand was back into his hair again.

“Good,” the villain said, but the hero wasn’t really sure it was meant for him.

Something in his chest loosened.

“I thought I was going to die,” he admitted, and he wished his tongue was still numb, because the villain stilled, hand curled in his hair.

“That’s not what you told your friend.”

And yeah, the hero half remembered the pieces of that. A promise he was okay. Everything would be fine. He was always fine, wasn’t he? How strongly do you have to will to will someone to stay. Exactly how many pounds of force does it take to stop someone from bleeding out—

There was a chill curling itself around his ribs.

“I thought I was going to die,” his voice was raw. It wasn’t because of his throat. He sounded afraid, even to himself.

“I would never have let you do that,” he managed a moment later. His hand resumed in his hair.

And somehow, despite the knowledge of how hard it truly was to save someone, how long it took to learn that kind of information, the knowing of exactly what was survivable and what couldn’t be escaped, how strong you had to be to shift through rubble—the hero believed him.

“I know,” he said, because the villain had to know. That he believed him. That he would always believe him.

He melted into the villain’s side.

I trust you, I trust you, I trust you

The villain hummed, in that way of his that told him he understood exactly what the hero couldn’t vocalize.

“I’m your #1 speed dial?” He questioned after a moment.

The hero huffed a laugh.

“You’re my only speed dial.”

The villain froze.

And then he was shifting, pulling the hero closed to him. The villain tucked him close, chin settling onto the top of his head. The hero pressed his face into the hollow of the villain’s neck.

“I will always come,” he said, and this time, his voice was the one that was raw. “You call, and I will be there.”

He said it like it was easy. Like it was that simple.

Maybe it was.

Maybe for them it always had been.

A fondness he couldn’t put words too settled onto his shoulders.

He simply breathed into the villain’s neck, and the villain’s arms looped around him a bit tighter.

“You’re okay,” the villain said into his hair. Like he was confirming it.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re lucky you have super healing.”

“I’m lucky I have you.”

The villain laughed softly.

“Suck up.”

“And what? You gonna stop me?”

He could practically feel the eye roll. “Been trying for years. Hasn’t stuck.”

“Well, you had the perfect opportunity—“

The villain hushed him.

“Just. Shhh for a bit,” he said softly.

The hero, obediently, shhh’ed.

The villain’s hand ran through his hair again, and his eyes shuttered closed, settling further against the villain’s chest.

“Cheater,” he murmured, and the villain huffed a laugh, but didn’t deign a response.

And together, comfortably, curled around one another like two halves of a whole, they just breathed.

[whumpily-ever-after]

High School Frenemy มิตรภาพคราบศัตรู Whump List

Summary: When Siamwit School falls on hard times, the school administrator Paphada decides to merge Udon Phithak campus with the main campus, Thep Burapha. The two campuses have long been at odds with each other, and now they'll be sharing one roof for the next school year. Saint, the head of class M.5/2, doesn't care about school or anyone in it. In middle school, he headed a gang of bullies. Now, he's met with rebellious, temperamental and stubborn Shin. In the past, Saint and Shin were close friends, but something happened between them that put a violent end to their friendship. The friction between the two causes a classroom war and teachers Jan and Sung have to put their differences aside and come together to put an end to the fighting which will require a reconciliation between Saint and Shin.

Genre: Youth, drama

Year: 2024

Country: Thailand

Where to watch: YouTube

Note: This is a remake of the Korean drama School 2013. The lovely @love-me-a-lotta-whump made a list for that drama which you can check out here.

Possible spoilers ahead...

Whumpee: “Saint” Thamnithis Nitiroj played by Sky Wongravee Nateetorn

Episode 1: Chased; takes a beating in place of his father; punched in the face, blood on his lip

Episode 2: Told his true nature is liking to hurt others; punched in the face, grabbed by the collar, threatened to be punched again, shoved back; grabbed by the shirt, manhandled, pushed around, punched in the face, slapped, blood on his lip, grabbed by the shirt, punched in the face, falls to the ground; held in place, punched in the face, kneed in the stomach, blood on his nose; pushed back, threatened, grabbed by the shirt; in a fight

Episode 3: Teary-eyed, takes the blame for something he didn’t do, lets the school principal insult him; takes a beating (mostly fine afterwards); (flashback) uses himself as a shield to protect his friend, kicked in the back repeatedly

Episode 4: In a fight, cut on his cheek

Episode 5: In a fight, threatened with a knife; slapped in the face, emotional pain

Episode 6: Lets others beat him

Episode 7: Pushed against a wall, grabbed by the shirt, punched in the face, worried about his friend; tells his class about how he beat his friend and ruined his life, crying; punched in the face, told if he gives up the most important thing to him, his friend will go back to school; decided to drop out of school, emotional pain; says he’s not giving up school but his friend

Episode 8: Teachers, friends, and family all concerned about him

Episode 9: None

Episode 10: Locked in a room with his classmates; makes a deal to steal a gang leader’s bike for his friend’s safety; shot at, chased; slapped in the face, told to stay away from his friend

Episode 11: Locked on the school roof, punched in the face, emotional, punched in the face, falls into a stack of desks, desks fall on him, unconscious, concern for him

Episode 12: (Flashback) scolded by his friend’s mom, tears, told to never let his friend see him again; (present) willing goes with the gang leader out to get him and his friend; kicked in the chest, falls to the ground, kicked in the head, blood on his head, held in place, punched repeatedly, grabbed by the hair, dropped to the floor, coughing, blood in his mouth, hit with a metal pipe, kicked and stomped on, beaten body left with the trash, concern for him

Episode 13: Wounds tended to, flinching in pain

Episodes 14-15: None

Episode 16: Shot at, chased, cornered, in a fight, threatened with a knife; kicked away from his friend, held in place, punched repeatedly, in a fight, knocked to the floor x2, helped to stand; crying

Whumpee: Shin Naruebet played by Nani Hirunkit Changkham

Episode 1: In a fight, punched multiple times, manhandled, held back by a police officer, arrested; in a fight, chased

Episode 2: Grabbed by the shirt, pulled back from a fight; held in place, punched in the stomach, slapped, in a fight, punched in the face repeatedly

Episode 3: In a fight; (flashback) beaten, holding his arm across his stomach, struggling to stand, friend uses himself as a human shield, groaning in pain, helped to stand

Episode 4: Flashback to getting beaten by his friend; in a fight; ambushed, kicked in the face, falls to the ground, blood on his mouth, kicked repeatedly, grabbed by the shirt, punched in the face; beaten, held in place, unable to hold himself up, bruised and bleeding, grabbed by the chin, beating continues, stands as a shield in front of his friend, kicked in the chest, falls to the floor, concern for him

Episode 5: (Picks up from pervious episode) Stands as a shield in front of his friend, kicked in the chest, falls to the floor, concern for him, refuses to go to the hospital, helped to stand, helped to walk; pain in his leg, concern for him, limping, kicked in the leg, falls to the floor, helped to stand

Episode 6: A teacher calls him a delinquent

Episode 7: School administration actively looking for a reason to expel him; emotional pain; (flashback) beaten by his friend, blood on his face, kicked repeatedly, leg broken, curling around his leg, crying in pain, in the hospital, cast on his leg, abandoned by his friend (the one who hurt him)

Episodes 8-9: None

Episode 10: Locked in a room with his classmates; shot at, chased, hit in the leg with a pipe, groaning in pain, helped to walk, limping; abandoned by his friend again

Episode 11: (Flashback) in the hospital, cast on his leg, watches his friend walk away, lashes out in pain and frustration; (present) locked on the school roof, confronts his friend about their past, causes his friend to be injured, calling for help

Episode 12: Upset his friend took a beating for him, crying

Episode 13: Punched in the face

Episodes 14-15: None

Episode 16: Shot at, chased, kicked in the stomach, falls to the floor, hit on the back with a metal pipe, pipe held across his chest, in a fight, concerned for his friend, kicked in the chest, in a fight, kicked in the head, falls to the floor, grabbed by the shirt, punched repeatedly, in a fight, uses himself as a shield, stabbed in the back, concern for him, passes out; wakes up in the hospital, emotional

Whumpee: Ken Kasidit played by Kay Lertsittichai

Episode 1: In a fight, punched multiple times, manhandled, held back by a police officer, arrested; in a fight

Episode 2: Punched in the face, pushed to the ground, punched in the face, in a fight

Episode 3: Kicked in the chest, falls to the floor, punched in the face, kneed in the stomach; in a fight

Episode 4: In a fight

Episode 5: Grabbed by the back of his neck, scared, coerced into doing a gang leader’s dirty work

Episode 6: Subtly threatened, grabbed by the back of his neck

Episodes 7-9: None

Episode 10: Locked in a room with his classmates

Episode 11: Emotional pain

Episode 12: Grabbed by the back of the neck, threatened

Episode 13: Punched in the stomach, bending over in pain, grabbed by the shirt, held against a wall, slapped in the face x2, hit in the stomach with a wooden baseball bat, slides to the floor, grabbed by the hair, forced to stand, scolded for disobeying orders, punched in the stomach, slides back to the floor, kicked in the head, kicked in the repeatedly; father tells him all his does is cause trouble, scolded, grabbed by the shirt, pushed back, hit in the head, falls to the floor, kicked repeatedly, emotional abuse from his father, curled up on the floor, crying; friends concerned for him, in a fight, pushed to the floor, head hits a vase, dazed, bleeding on the back of his head; concern for him, punched in the face, emotional pain

Episode 14: Told he is useless, pushed back, grabbed by the chin, threatened; emotional pain, crying

Episode 15: Father says a guy like him will never make it far in life, pushed back, friends stand up for him, crying

Episode 16: Ambushed at home, held in place, punched in the face repeatedly, punched in the stomach, bending over in pain, slapped, punched, kidnapped, friends concerned for him; pushed around, punched and kicked, falls to the floor, grabbed by the hair, forced to stand, gun held to his head, hit in the stomach and back with the gun, falls to the floor, curling in on himself, groaning in pain, bruised and bloody, kicked and stomped on; in a fight, kicked in the head, falls to the floor, tries to help his friend, grabbed in a headlock, manhandled, thrown to the floor, kicked and stomped on, helped to stand