#self-saving whumpee

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Whumptember day 3

“This can’t be it” Betrayal | Left to die | Running away

Content warning: implied suicide mission

“You can’t be serious. This can't be it,” Ex-Villain sat in Superhero’s office, a disbelieving look on their face. It’d been almost a year since their reform, and while Superhero had rarely spoken to the former villain, they had been keeping a close eye on their progress. They’d been doing well, and despite everything, Superhero was happy for them.

Looking at them, something ached in Superhero’s heart. They refused to avert their gaze. “I am. We need you, because nobody else can do this. Supervillain’s attack on the city will be devastating, and your’s are the only powers capable of redirecting it. If you don’t, thousands will die.”

“And if I do, I’ll die,” Ex-villain’s responded bluntly. “You know my powerset; I can’t just redirect attacks without taking some damage. With how powerful Supervillain is, the best I could do would kill us both. You know that. I can’t believe you'd–" they started, only to stop themself with a shaky exhale. "Why are you asking me to do this? I might’ve changed sides, but I’m not willing to die for this city.”

“I know,” and Superhero did know, and they’d planned for it. Slowly, Superhero reached for a framed photo on their desk, flipping it around and pushing it towards Ex-Villain. The photo was filled with smiling faces, with Ex-villain’s in the middle of them all. “But you’d die for them, wouldn’t you? For Caretaker, for Hero and Youngest?”

Ex-villain froze at the question, eyes locked on the photo instantly. Though they didn’t speak, Superhero already knew the answer. They’d watched Ex-villain become close with the team, going from hesitant allies to close friends over the span of a year. Ex-villain had grown enough to truly care for others, and they’d truly come to care for their team. Superhero had truly been happy to see that growth.

They were abusing it now. Superhero knew that, but they also knew they couldn’t stop.

Superhero continued. “They’re all scattered throughout the city on their own undercover missions. You won’t be able to contact them, and you won’t be able to find them all and escape in time. You cannot save them all without doing this.”

For a long moment, they didn’t lift their eyes from the picture, watching the smiling faces staring back at them. Their voice was barely a whisper. "…So, was this your plan? Is this why you all gave me a chance, all to stop Supervillain?"

"Ex-villain, I–"

"Was that it?!" They stood, their chair pushed aside. Their face was contorted into an ugly scowl, eyes bright with anger and tears. "Was everything just a means to an end?! All of this– saying I could change, how I could be better and–”, Ex-villain’s shouting was cut off by a raspy inhale, and their shoulders shook with a watery chuckle, “-and that there were people that gave a shit about me! And it was all just for this?!”

“I’m sorry," it was all Superhero could say.

“You're sorry! As if that means anything!”

"I'm sorry,” There was something sincere in Superhero’s tone, and it was enough to silence Ex-villain for a moment. “You’re right. I manipulated you, pushed for your reform with the sole purpose of this mission. It was for the city, but that doesn’t justify what I did,” Their eyes met with Ex-villain’s. “But I’m the only one who was involved. I may have pushed for your reform, but the others accepted you of their own volition. Any relationships you’ve formed with the others, any moments of friendship or closeness, were real. All of it. And they will die with the rest of the city if you don't stop Supervillain.”

The room fell silent. Ex-villain stared forward, anger and betrayal playing across their face. Superhero didn’t dare more as Ex-villain crumpled back into their chair, head in their hands. They sat for minutes, waiting for the moment Ex-villain realized what Superhero already knew: Ex-villain wouldn’t allow their newfound family to die.

When Ex-villain finally lifted their gaze, something in their eyes had dulled. “I hate you,” they hissed out, voice shaking with anger.

But they didn't leave. They listened quietly as Superhero discussed their plan.

[knightoflove]

Personally I’m a big fan of both Whump and angst. Put those characters in that jar of terrible, heartbreaking situations and shake them violently. See what happens. Make them cry.

[whumporama]

Whumpee who is usually carefree, a comic relief type of character. They go through something horrible, but even once they're being rescued, they crack jokes. "Oh, my very own hero coming for me, how romantic!" - "Sorry the place is a mess, if I knew you were coming I would've cleaned up."

When they're back at home/a save place, they still keep up the facade. They smile and grin, just happy to be back. But they also use it to hide the reality of the situation. Because this is who they are. This is who they're supposed to be in the group; they make the others laugh. People don't worry about them, they're always fine. They can't stand the pity on their faces, the worried looks. So they smile and laugh and joke, see? They're fine!

Until a few days later, when Caretaker has left the house and Whumpee is alone for the first time since their rescue. And without anyone to pretend for, they break down. They fight against it at first, but the reality of everything that happened catches up with them, until they're sobbing, face buried in their hands.

Caretaker comes back and sees them like this, and Whumpee instantly tries to smile, or make a joke to brush it off and deflect. But the words won't come. They see the worry on Caretaker's face, and they can't stop the next sob from escaping them.

Caretaker doesn't judge, they're not even shocked. They knew Whumpee was hiding their pain, it was only a matter of time before it came out. So they sit next to them, wrapping an arm around their shoulder and letting them cry, telling them it's okay.

Whumpee let's out all the pain they've been hiding, the trauma and the loss of self they've been experiencing.

After, they feel a bit better. The road to recovery will be a long one, but with Caretaker by their side, they think they can handle it.

They smile at Caretaker. It's not the same smile they wore before everything happened, it might never be the same, but this time, it's genuine.

[ailesswhumptober]

Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023

It’s finally time! These are your official prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! We have 31 days of wonderful whump prompts. Each day has a set of 3 different prompts to choose from! Alternative prompts will be posted under the cut.

Happy whumping!

Here are the alternative prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! There is one alternative prompt for every day in October.

AI-less Whumptober 2023

Drugging / sick / poisoned 

Overworked / insomnia / Exhaustion

Sensory deprivation / overstimulation / isolation 

Hiding an injury / betrayal / lying

Hostage / kidnapping / Held at gunpoint

Conditioning / mind control / forced to hurt someone else

Flatline / Restrained / CPR

Panic attacks / Dissociation / Seizure

Scar reveal / Interrogation / Presumed dead

Branding / Scarring / collar

Fainting / Paralyzed / Adrenaline 

Self harm / Sacrifice / Character death

Earthquake / Flood / Crushed

Bleeding through the bandage / Field medicine / no anesthesia

Experimentation / Muzzle / transformation

Amputation/ chronic pain / Hospital

Hypothermia / heat stroke / “You look a little pale”

Fever / vomiting / Warm soup

Taken for granted/ Left behind/ “Why wasn’t I enough?”

Dehumanization/ Stockholm Syndrome/ Master and servant

Blood loss / shock / Near death experience

Whipping / Punishment / Stress position

Begging / “Take me instead” / Forced to watch

Failed escape / hunted down / Too exhausted to keep running

 Nightmares / Flashback / “Why didn’t you save me?”

 Magical exhaustion or injury / Curse / Came back wrong

 Forgotten/ Locked away/ Immortal Whumpee

 Hair pulling / Oxygen Deprivation / Sweating

 “The easy way or the hard way?” / Bargaining / Forced to choose

 Possession / Mind Games / Coma

PTSD / Headaches / Crying  Here are the alternative prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2023! There is one alternative prompt for every day in October.

Bloody knuckles

Gunshot wound

Separated from loved ones

Drowning

Blackmail

Crying to sleep

Disowned by family

Electrocution

Forced feeding

Bullied

Suffocation

Abandoned

Grief 

Human Shield 

Self-defense

Lab rat

Memory loss

Misunderstanding

Hypnosis

Mutilation 

Mouth stitched shut

Nerve damage

Nervous breakdown

Words carved into skin

Stalked

Non-Consensual touching

Paranoia

Peer pressure

Prison

Silent treatment

Truth serum

[yet-another-heathen]

I saw ur really informative post on conditioning and said with whumpers uts about using pain again and again

Any advice about caretakers deconditioning?

[ Referring to this post. ]

The first and most important thing is that the caretaker cannot decondition the whumpee. It's not possible. That progress is entirely internal, and requires a massive amount of introspection, self-motivation, and practice from the whumpee themself. No one else can do it for them.

But what the caretaker can do is be there for them while the whumpee fights toward their own recovery. They can be the stability that whumpee needs in order to work through these massive problems on their own.

Deconditioning is awful. It involves repeated failure, over and over and over, working toward lessening the response. And it is incredibly frustrating, painful, heartbreaking, and at times it feels completely hopeless.

Progress is so non-linear that they can spend months improving and then backslide nearly back to the beginning if they get caught off guard. At times it'll feel like they're stuck at the same point and can't get any further. Like a future where they will be free of it may simply not exist.

At many points, your whumpee is going to feel heartbroken. They're going to spiral into, "Why can't I do this? Why can't I make it stop?" and, "I thought I was past this." and, "Will I ever be able to undo what whumper made me?"

A good caretaker can be there to comfort them when things go wrong. They can hold them while they cry. They can listen to them when they go into a sobbing, breathless rant about how much this hurts. They can make sure that whumpee knows they have someone who doesn't think of them as broken or lesser because of what they've gone through.

Depending on if whumpee feels it would help, they might help them brainstorm a reward system. If there's a situation where they're around other people and the caretaker spots the trigger coming, they can try to redirect conversation away from it before it hits. Preferably without anyone realizing they're doing it for whumpee's sake. When whumpee has just been triggered and wants nothing more than to be alone, the caretaker can make sure their boundaries are respected. To make sure they have somewhere safe to go.

Even more importantly, they can also help by highlighting the moments of whumpee's progress. Pointing out their successes, no matter how small. Pointing out how far they've come. Reminding them that the ups and downs are supposed to happen. That trauma recovery is a rollercoaster, not a straight line.

As a whumpee in that state, it's very easy to feel like they're making no progress. That even when they succeed, the tiny bits of success are hollow, because 'they shouldn't be like this in the first place'. Have your caretaker help them see their own victories. Help them actually see the healing as it grows.

A realistically conditioned whumpee does not need someone to fix them. They need someone to be there for them while they save themselves.

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This was such a good ask, thank you for sending it my way!

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

Golden Kamuy (2024) - Whump List - 🇯🇵

Whumpee: Sugimoto Saichi played by Yamazaki Kento

Synopsis: In the early twentieth century, Russo-Japanese War veteran Saichi “Immortal” Sugimoto scratches out a meager existence during the postwar gold rush in the wilderness of Hokkaido. When he stumbles across a map to a fortune in hidden Ainu gold, he sets off on a treacherous quest to find it. But Sugimoto is not the only interested party, and everyone who knows about the gold will kill to possess it! Faced with the harsh conditions of the northern wilderness, ruthless criminals and rogue Japanese soldiers, Sugimoto will need all his skills and luck���and the help of an Ainu girl named Asirpa—to survive. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Period, War, Thriller, Action, Torture, Captive, Restrained, Guard Dog, Superpower, Little to No Romance

Watch On: Netflix (Original), DramaCool, KissAsian

Caution: This movie may be a bit gorey to some

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

4 :16 - shot at, shot

5:21 - running into battle, concern for him, jumped into a foxhole with the enemy, fought, in an explosion, pinned against a wall, stabbed multiple times, fought, in an explosion, stumbling

6:28 - facial wound reveal (that’s later a scar)

12:44 - anxious, shaking, (traumatic flashbacks: thrown into a foxhole, watching his friend die), at gunpoint, “You wanna see if I’m really immortal?” (🧎‍♀️)

16:01 - scared, stumbling, chased by a bear, saved

21:22 - attacked by a bear, thrown to the ground, fought, hand wound reveal

28:10 - hand bandaged, tells someone he heals fast

30:40 - scar reveal (whole body), someone comments on his scars

36:22 - shot at, hunted, fought

40:38 - (semi comical: hit in the face with a tree branch, fell down a hill, fell into freezing water, freezing)

52:28 - anxious, protecting someone, hunted, self sacrificing, concern for him

56:09 - at gunpoint

1:23:35 - fought, at gunpoint, hit, fell, hit in the face, bloody nose, spitting blood

1:24:50 - captive, restrained (handcuffs), surrounded, at gunpoint, (flashbacks: fought), stick shoved through his mouth

1:29:18 - another stick through his mouth, restrained in a chair (rope), beaten, bloody nose

1:31:48 - fought, slightly stabbed in his chest

1:32:54 - still being slightly stabbed in his chest, struggling, leg stabbed

1:33:10 - struggling, fought, manhandled/physically restrained, defiant

1:34:55 - restrained (rope) laying on the ground

1:37:05 - sitting covered in blood, heavy breathing, taken away on a gurney

1:39:07 - fought, dragged behind a carriage, shot at

1:42:13 - shot at, shot, fought, protecting someone, chased

1:48:51 - telling someone about his trauma

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MORE WHUMP LISTS >>> {x}

[rainysflowers]

CW/TW: INTERNALIZED VICTIM BLAMING, Wishing for Pain, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP THOUGHTS, Stuff that comes with an Abusive Relationship, Self-Deprecation, OP venting in tags

Obedient whumpees.

Broken, miserable, boot-licking, obedient whumpees.

Whumpees that don't even try to talk back, not for lack of thought, but for the fear of it. Whumpees who come to want to be scolded, who want to be yelled at, and yet are afraid of the scorn. Whumpees who will do anything for their Whumper, their Whumper, and wish for that pain.

And they're disgusting for it.

They're a horrible, enabling, victim-mentality, worthless thing that doesn't deserve anyone's favor.

This, being yelled at for every little thing despite how hard they try, that's what they want, they know it deep inside, and yet they cling to the idea of being saved and for what.

A freak like them doesn't deserve love that's not toxic. But that's the beauty, isn't it?

Toxic, corrosive, burning love is what Whumper gives them, and it's what they work so hard to keep, because thats what they are.

An obedient whumpee.

A broken, miserable, boot-licking, obedient whumpee.

[simply-whump]

Love Game in Eastern Fantasy (永夜星河) - Whump List

Whumpee : Mu Sheng played Ding Yu Xi

Synopsis : The mischievous girl, Ling Miao Miao, accidentally enters the mission system of the novel Monster Hunting and becomes a villainous supporting character. To return to the real world, she must complete the system's task—winning over the mysterious and twisted young man, Mu Sheng. Along the way, they team up with Mu Yao, a member of a monster-hunting family, and Liu Fu Yi, a monster hunter. Together, they fight monsters and level up. As the missions progress, they gradually resolve the animosity between humans and monsters, rewrite the fated ending, and save the world. (MDL)

Genres : Mystery, Romance, Wuxia, Fantasy

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Mu Sheng

Ep 1-2 : None

Ep 3 : (36:35) In pain, collapses to his knees

EP 4 : (00:40) in pain — (06:45) Slightly unwell

Ep 5-6 : None

Ep 7 : (31:10) Arm grazed by a magical attack while protecting someone, bleeding — (34:15) Hit, cut multiple times, spitting blood — (37:30) Spitting blood, collapses to one knee, weak, bloody, uses an artefact that is absorbing his blood, in pain, concern for him — (45:15) In pain, transform into a demon

Ep 8-9 : None

Ep 10 : (18:40) Trapped in a dream, concern for him, drowning, saved

Ep 11 : (06:10) Feeling unwell after using some strong magic — (09:50) Fighting while weakened, hit by magic, immobilised, blood absorbed, in pain — (22:25) Blood still being absorbed, unleashes his demon self to protect someone — (40:15) Hit by falling rocks while protecting someone

Ep 12-17 : None

Ep 18 : (30:30) Demonic powers unleashed, crying, emotional

Ep 19 : (06:30) Depressed, drinking — (10:05) Drunk

Ep 20-21 : None

Ep 22 : (06:10) Using a lot of power, bleeding from the mouth

Ep 23 : (35:25) Identity revealed 

Ep 24 : (00:40) Identity revealed, emotional, crying — (11:10) Crying

Ep 25-26 : None

Ep 27 : (35:45) Blaming himself, crying, trapped and immobilised with magic, screaming in pain

Ep 28 : (22:15) Still trapped, bleeding from the mouth, groaning in pain, suffering — (30:20) More painful magic used on him, bleeding from the mouth, screaming in pain — (36:30) Released, concern for him 

Ep 29-30 : None

Ep 31 : (09:00) Collapses to one knee, concern for him, struggling to keep control — (16:40) Losing control, struggling, hits himself, hit by magic while protecting someone— (21:30) Weak, concern for him, collapses, speaking weakly, dies, body evaporates — (30:40) Brought back to life

Ep 32 : None

>> More Whump Lists

Other Whump Lists with Ding Yu Xi :

>> Love You Seven Times

>> Romance of a Twin Flower

[serickswrites]

It Ends Here

Warnings: self sacrifice, exhaustion, magical exhaustion, unconsciousness

"No! It's a dead end. No!" Caretaker shouted hopelessly as they skidded to a halt. The others stopped behind them, each of them crying out their own lamentations. Whumper had been chasing them all through the system of caves for who knew how long. They had all been sure that this was the way out.

"There's only one way out of here," Whumpee said solemnly. They turned to face where they had all come from.

"Whumper and their minions are back that way! We can't go back, they'll vaporize us!" Teammate One cried.

"There has to be another way," Teammate Two said as they began to tap on the walls. "There has to be another way."

"We're going to die," Teammate Three said as they began to sob. They collapsed to their knees.

"We're not going to die. It ends here. Right here. Right now. We're ending this," Whumpee said angrily.

"What do you mean, Whumpee?" Caretaker didn't like the look in Whumpee's eyes.

"I can stall Whumper. I can stop them probably. But I can definitely stall them long enough for you all to escape," Whumpee said quickly as they started back down the tunnel. "Run as fast and far as you can. Warn everyone. There will be some who can help you."

"Whumpee, you can't do that! It's suicide!" Caretaker couldn't breathe past the panic gripping their heart.

"I'm the only one who can do this!" Whumpee shouted angrily. "So go! Run! I can take Whumper!"

Before Caretaker could offer more protest, Whumpee hurried down the tunnel. "Whumpee, wait!"

"Let them go, Caretaker, they're buying us time!" Teammate Three shouted as they started to run towards the end of the tunnel. Whumpee had turned right, trying to lure Whumper off. Teammate Three turned left.

Caretaker hesitated at the mouth of the tunnel. They could get to safety. They could get help. They could warn as many as they could. But they wouldn't be able to help Whumpee. To save Whumpee.

They turned away from the team's retreating backs and ran after Whumpee. They couldn't abandon Whumpee. They couldn't let Whumpee die alone.

Caretaker's chest was heaving by the time they reached where Whumper and Whumpee were facing off. The air was heavy with magic and Caretaker could barely breathe past it. Relief filled them as they saw Whumpee still standing, looking relatively unscathed.

Whumper, however, was faring poorly. Their minions had scattered and they were struggling to hold off Whumpee's power. With a cry of pain, Whumper collapsed and remained unmoving on the ground.

"You did it!" Caretaker said with a crow of delight. Whumpee had succeeded. They really were Whumper's match. They had beat Whumper.

Whumpee turned slowly, stumbling a step. "Caret'r," they mumbled as their knees buckled.

"Whumpee, no!" Caretaker shouted as they hurried forward, catching Whumpee before they smacked their face on the ground. "Say something, Whumpee!" Whumpee was limp and pliable in their arms.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker brushed back Whumpee's long hair. Their skin was hot to the touch and they were breathing rapidly. "Whumpee!" Caretaker repeated as they tapped Whumpee's cheek.

Whumpee didn't wake. They had completely exhausted themself. The use of power had been more than Caretaker had ever seen them muster. "Hold on, Whumpee. I'll get you to a healer. Just hold on."

They stood up and began to run. Magical exhaustion was dangerous, deadly even. They couldn't let Whumpee pay the ultimate sacrifice to beat Whumper. "Just hold on!"

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Any ideas for/examples of torture that is symbolic or so particularly tailored to the whumpee in question? Say, fitting a certain motif, a character flaws/traits, or affecting who they are fundamentally?

whumpee, who was previously abandoned by someone they loved and trusted, got manipulated by whumper into believing that their new friends (caretakers) had abandoned them too.

whumpee, who was previously betrayed by someone they loved and trusted, made to believe they were being betrayed again after they finally let themself trust someone once more.

whumpee trusting the wrong person (whumper) and telling them their deepest secret. they’re learning the hard way what a mistake it is to trust whumper when whumper uses that secret against them. they’re never trusting anybody again.

whumpee forced to relive their trauma.

whumpee with self doubt and fear of failure made to think they are worthless and a mistake.

whumpee haunted by their past mistakes: the people they failed, the lives they could have saved, or the blood on their hands.

whumpee put through their own phobia; acrophobia, aerophobia, arachnophobia, claustrophobia, hemophobia, monophobia, nyctophobia, trypanophobia, thalassophobia, etc. the possibilities are endless.

[whumper-whimsy]

@augusnippets day 16

Humiliation / dehumanization / conditioning

Continuation of Day 15

Self-harm, abusive relationship, unhealthy/toxic behavior, nsfwhump, dubcon, shaming of sex work, domestic violence, drugs mention

(Lmk if I'm missing a tag!!)

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Whumpee knocked on Whumper's door, trying to dry his tears as he waited. Maybe Whumper would be having a good day. Maybe he would comfort Whumpee.

The door opened, and Whumper looked down at Whumpee for a moment. He scoffed and signaled him in, looking rather amused.

"You look like hell," Whumper murmured, shutting the door as Whumpee made his way to the couch. "Couldn't at least pretty yourself up before coming to see me? And here I was thinking you cared."

Whumper's words bit into Whumpee, and he averted his eyes. "I- I'm not doing good right now, I kind of had a breakdown earlier, and-"

"Over what? What in your pampered little life has gotten you so worked up that you did all that, hm? Run out of cigarettes again?"

Whumpee squeezed his thumb. "Whumper, you know I've been clean six months."

"Oh? So what have you taken up instead, hm? Smoking weed now? Maybe you're selling your body to get your rocks off, huh?"

Whumpee subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt, keeping his eyes on the floor. "Whumper, I'm not —"

"Ohhh, don't tell me," Whumper broke out in laughter, grabbing Whumpee's arm. "You're cutting? Really? What are you, a thirteen year-old girl?" He rolled the sleeve back, revealing the barely-scabbing cuts. He ran a finger over them, looking smug. "Christ, what a charity case you are."

"Listen, I–"

"Pfft, that's just pathetic. God, I don't know why I bother wasting time on you." Whumper rolled his eyes, reaching to pull off Whumpee's shirt. "At least you're a good fuck, huh?"

"Can you stop interrupting me?" Whumpee bit back, getting frustrated.

"Oh, could you just shut the fuck up? Jesus Christ." Whumper slipped his t-shirt off, grabbing Whumpee and pulling him to the bedroom. "All you do is talk."

Whumpee bit down on his lip, following Whumper into the bedroom. He sat back on the bed, looking up at Whumper. At least the sex was usually good.

Whumper pulled Whumpee's pants off, looking down at his thighs. "Seriously? Here too?" He mocked Whumpee's cuts, pushing his legs apart as he took his own pants off.

Whumpee said nothing, shame burning his face. He fought back tears, watching Whumper approach.

The taller man reached down and kissed Whumpee in his rough, dominant way. His hand threaded into Whumpee's hair, tugging him into place as Whumper's tongue dominated his mouth.

Whumpee sunk into the kiss, relaxing and wrapping his arms around Whumper's shoulders. He was lowered onto his back as Whumper straddled his hips, pinching at his injured thighs.

Whumpee squirmed, wincing. "S- stop that, it hurts..."

"Well, you obviously like pain if you're willing to do this to yourself."

"I don't like it!"

"Tell me you do." Whumper pushed into Whumpee, stretching him out.

Whumpee cried out, biting his lip, "I don't!"

Whumper smacked Whumpee across the face. "Tell me you do, or I'll hit you harder."

Whumpee pressed his face into Whumper's shoulder, trying to cover up his tears. He clung to Whumper, losing himself in the rhythm of his thrusts. "I like it," he murmured against the man's sweaty neck.

Whumper pulled out his phone, the flash shining in Whumpee's eyes.

"Say it again."

"Whumper—?"

"Again."

"...I like it."

"Good boy," Whumper purred. "I'll save that for later, baby."

Baby.

Whumpee held onto the petname for the rest of the night, glad to have pleased Whumper.

[oddsconvert]

August trying to make Christmas cookies or a ginger bread house. He is very bad at it. He checks the recipe every ten seconds, and still gets something wrong.

cw / recovery whump, fluff, vampire caretaker, bloodbag whumpee (recovering), reference to previous torture/captivity, wholesome asf baking

Huge TY to @dragonqueenslayer6 for the prompt!!! ❤️

August glared at the recipe card like it might bite him. As far as he was concerned, it was written in some ancient, lost language. He couldn’t decipher it to save his life. His plan? To throw everything in a bowl and hope for some miracle - pray that his cookies would be at the very least, edible.

“Alright, okay, let’s see…” August mumbled to himself, reading over the recipe for what felt like the gazillionth time, tracing each line with his finger. He gawked at his chaotic array of ingredients sprawled across the counters. Flour, butter, eggs, chocolate chips, vanilla extract, baking powder, icing sugar, sprinkles - each one looked more alien than the last. 

He couldn’t help but marvel at how complicated human food was. Compared to the simplicity of blood, this whole process felt like a science experiment. One that was destined to end in smoke and flames. It was all completely foreign to him. He’d never had to worry about meals—Lucas was self-sufficient enough. The only thing August ever had to handle was the shopping list. 

But he really wanted to do this. He wanted to bake the two most important people in his life a sweet treat, a small promise that all their Christmases from now on would be as magical and joyous as this one. His chest tightened at the thought of his friends - how much they had both suffered in their short lives. Marked by so much pain and anguish, so many Christmases spent in loneliness and hardship. Lucas with his years sleeping rough on the streets, alone and afraid. Declan, at the mercy of Vince’s whims, his mind and body twisted beyond his control. 

He couldn’t let them down now.

August’s mind momentarily blanked. “Sugar. Sugar, sugar…where would Lucas keep the sugar?” 

It felt bizarre, scavenging through his own kitchen as if he were a stranger in his own home. August rifled through the cupboards, pulling out a small glass container. He shook it gently, watching the white granules spill out, and without much thought, assumed it was the sugar he was looking for. The recipe had called for one cup of sugar.

“What are you doing, August?”

August whipped around, startled. Declan stood in the doorway, leaning on his cane, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He wore a loose-knit, sage-green jumper and faded, ripped jeans, a far cry from the broken shell of a man August had rescued from the depths of hell. Declan had gained weight, strength, and a quiet confidence, but August still saw the faint scars on his body—and the ones that lingered in his eyes.

“Uh, nothing-” August stammered, quickly ducking in front of the mixing bowl to hide the incriminating evidence. Declan raised his eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face urging him to confess. August sighed, resigning and stepping aside, “I was, um…about to make cookies… for you.”

The warmth in Declan’s gaze was unmistakable as he took a delicate step closer, his voice low and touched with appreciation. “For me?” he asked, as if the idea of someone doing something so kind for him was still too much to believe. His eyes flickered to the salt shaker.

“How much salt were you putting in there?”

August blinked down to the white granules, pointing to them with an accusatory finger, “No, that’s sugar-”

Declan chuckled, “Let me help you.” He limped closer, gently guiding August away from the counter with a hand on his shoulder. Reaching for the salt shaker, he swapped it with the sugar container, his smile never fading. “Sugar is in these pots, by the sink,” he explained, “Next to the coffee and tea bags.”

“I have never seen those in my life.”

Declan shook his head, exhaling a soft laugh through his nostrils. August watched as Declan moved along the counter, his movements slow and careful, as if still measuring every step. He felt a rush of admiration - despite everything, Declan had come so far. It was hard to believe this was the same man who lay zombified and catatonic in that bed upstairs.

“Alright, what’s next?” Declan asked, taking charge. August fumbled with the recipe card, scanning the first step.

“‘Beat butter and sugar in a large bowl until creamy’...” August’s voice faltered, his face scrunching in confusion. “'Beat butter'? Like... do I just punch it? What did the butter ever do to deserve that?”

“No,” Declan giggled, “It’s just a term. ‘Beating’ means like, mix it really well. Getting it smooth, so it holds the sugar better when you mix it together.”

“But how do you ‘beat’ butter without... actual beating?” August questioned, still dubious.

“Use a spoon. You have to put a little muscle into it, though” Declan explained, holding the butter up to August. 

August blinked at the stick of butter in Declan’s hand, his eyes narrowing. “That seems... unnecessarily complicated for something so simple.”

“Bakings like that sometimes,” Declan replied, smiling. “It’s about making things come together. It’s a little messy, but it works. You just have to trust the process.”

August grabbed the bowl, hesitating for a moment before he started. The eggs and sugar splashed together, but soon enough the mixture began to smooth out. He watched with a sense of triumph as it lightened, the sugar blending in. He stopped, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, and stared at the fluffy mixture.

“That’s looking good! See, you can do it!” Declan cheered. He peeked at the recipe card on the counter, “Now it wants us to add the egg and vanilla.”

August’s face drained of colour, his stomach sinking. The egg. He stared at it, feeling as though it had suddenly become his arch nemesis. There was no way in hell he was going to crack it without getting bits of shell everywhere. These cookies were definitely going to have some extra crunch.

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the egg, holding it over the bowl. He tapped it against the edge, and the shell cracked wide open—too wide. A shower of small fragments dropped into the mixture. He froze, eyes widening. Declan stepped in, effortlessly scooping out the pieces of shell with practiced ease. “It’s okay,” he reassured. “It happens.”

August let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, feeling both relieved and embarrassed. “Thank you, Declan. I dread to think how these would have turned out without your help.”

“Hey, it’s you doing all the work! I’m just…keeping you on track,” he winked, fishing out a particularly large chunk of shell from the mixture. 

Declan always had a way of making the impossible possible, of taking something hopeless and finding the light through. It reminded August of when he first found Declan - on the brink of death, locked in his own mind, and August had fought to bring him back against all odds. And now here Declan was, steady and strong, helping him with something as simple as baking. 

August’s thoughts were interrupted when Declan glanced at the recipe card again. “Next up… we need to add the flour and baking powder.”

August nodded, grabbing the containers. He didn’t think twice, just tipping them both into the bowl in one swift motion. The moment the powder hit the batter, it was like a bomb went off. A massive cloud of flour erupted from the bowl, enveloping them both in a thick, white haze. August froze, blinking as the smoke swirled around him, coating his hair and clothes in a fine dust. The kitchen was suddenly a disaster zone, and Declan couldn’t help but let out a stunned gasp. 

“Well, that’s one way to do it. Declan chuckled, brushing flour from his eyes. 

"Well, that was a bit of a disaster."

Declan shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. “At least it’ll be a delicious disaster.”

August chuckled, shaking his head. “If these cookies turn out half as good as this mess, we’ll be lucky.”

“One things for sure,” Declan chirped, “they’ll definitely be unforgettable.”

I luffs them, your honour 👩‍⚖️ I love cheeky, lighthearted Declan SO MUCH. He deserves all the happiness after all the horror he's endured <3333

dividers by @/bernardsbendystraws

[thriftyshark530]

Love when a very powerful whumpee (magic, super powers, vampire, demon heritage, or maybe just a regular person that's just really good at combat) gets so injured that their body is left completely broken. They wake from a coma having to learn how to do basic movements (maybe missing a limb)

They're shocked at the revelation, but believe they can get their old self back again. They go through months of recovery, and physical therapy, only to make minor improvement. Their optimism and confidence slowly fades as their body struggles to keep up with them, pushing it beyond its limits over and over again, desperate to return back to how they used to be. Of course caretaker and their friends are supportive the whole way, but eventually whumpee pushes themselves too far, pushes their body beyond its limit and breaks it even more. Caretaker and everyone around whumpee must step in and give whumpee the news, they won't be the same again, their body is broken from their original injuries and all this desperation and pushing themselves is only making it worse. Whumpee is in denial, and begins to take their frustration out on their friends. However after some time passes, whumpee comes to terms with the truth, and accepts their new life.

You can take this in many different ways, and I like how much stress it places on whumpee's relationships. Whether their friends stay supportive the whole way, give up on whumpee, or try to tell them the bad news as early as possible. And whumpee, taking their frustrations out on their friends, or only taking their frustrations out on themselves, being thankful for their friends who have stayed by their side.

Whumpee can either push through and regain their old body, or give in and live the rest of their life with their new one. Maybe whumpee gives up completely, but one of their friends convinces them to keep going, telling whumpee not to stop until they get what they want.

Maybe whumpee stays normal no matter how hard they try, until they get their powers back by a need instead of a desire. Maybe their friends are in danger, and whumpee gets their powers back in order to save their friends.

There's a lot you can do with the prompt, and I love any direction you can go with it.

[mj-iza-writer]

Warning: Forced self cannibalism and cannibalism. Wing mutilation and amputation.

Fresh blood trickled down Whumpee's back as they leaned weakly against a wall.

Moving hurt too much, even breathing felt like they were tearing their back apart more.

Their wings were the only thing Whumpee could think about.

The muscles that worked the wings sent shock waves of pain through Whumpee's back.

"It's like they're crying. They feel empty", Whumpee's breath hitched.

Their feathers scattered the floor around them. They had lost quite a few because of stress.... and nervous preening.

They shook as they reached for one of the feathers. Tears flooded their eyes as they cuddled it close.

Whumper carried a plate in and set it down by Whumpee.

"I thought you'd be hungry after losing that much blood", Whumper smirked, "just some leftovers from my dinner."

Whumpee side glanced the plate, "I'm not interested."

"Oh, come on, they taste really good", Whumper chuckled, "I didn't do anything to them. Those are from my plate. They're fresh to. You need something to eat to regain your strength."

Whumpee cautiously reached for the plate and grabbed a small piece of meat.

"Is this chicken?", Whumpee smelt it before taking a bite.

"Well, kind of", Whumper smirked, "it is wings from a bird like creature."

Whumpee stopped mid chew, "what?", they squealed.

"Your wings are delicious, aren't they?", Whumper laughed.

"I'm going to throw up", Whumpee threw the food away from them and leaned forward to puke.

The movements caused their back to tear open the scab that formed on their back. More blood oozed down.

"Why? Why did you cut them off?", Whumpee yelled.

"I was tired of trimming your feathers, and you fighting me. Plus I was hungry", Whumper picked up the plate, "you eat these or I force feed you. Your choice, my hard work making these won't go to waste."

Whumpee looked at the plate, "I can't eat my own wings. Please, don't make me."

"You didn't even take care of them. Look at all the feathers everywhere. You pulled them off yourself", Whumper yelled, "eat."

"You did this. You did all of this", Whumpee yelled back.

Whumper slapped Whumpee before picking up another piece of the meat and forcing Whumpee's mouth open.

Whumpee sobbed as they were forced to eat their own body.

Blood loss was getting to Whumpee. They thought they saw Caretaker opening the door and running to them.

Everything was blurry.

What was being said? Everything sounded like echoes.

"Who's there?", Whumpee jumped suddenly, "please no more, I'll be good. Don't touch me."

"It's Caretaker. Shh, it's Caretaker", someone held down Whumpee's hands, "don't fight. We are here to save you."

"Car-Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered, "Caretaker... you're here for me?"

"Yes, you are safe now", Caretaker stopped and rubbed Whumpee's head to comfort them.

"M-my wings, they cut off my wings", Whumpee cried and tried to bury their head in Caretaker's body, "they cut them and ate them. They forced me to eat them."

Caretaker sat on the ground to comfort Whumpee. They saw some pieces of bone that had been tossed away. Feathers were everywhere... Whumpee's feathers.

"I'm sorry Whumpee. I am truly sorry", Caretaker frowned as their friend shook, "I wish I could have found you sooner."

Emergency responders worked around them.

"Where is Whumper?", Whumpee looked up fearfully.

"They are being arrested", Caretaker soothed, "you are safe now. I finally found you."

"Could you grab some of my feathers so I can keep them", Whumpee asked as they were loaded onto a gurney.

"Of course I can do that", Caretaker comforted, "these nice people are taking you to the hospital. I will be there soon to help you okay."

"Okay", Whumpee nodded, "please don't forget me."

"I won't Whumpee. I promise."

Caretaker gathered several feathers of different sizes and color patterns.

They were shown the leftovers of Whumpee's wings.

"This is a nightmare", Caretaker sighed as they patted the wings gently, "this person is sick minded. They will pay for this."

Caretaker quietly watched Whumpee sleep.

They had had a busy few hours as the doctors had to carefully take care of Whumpee. Anything done wrong to the avian's back could be disastrous, especially if the wings were able to grow back.

Whumpee winced as their eyes opened.

Their eyes darted around the room. Their field of view was limited due to not wanting to move.

"Caretaker?", Whumpee whispered.

"I'm right here", Caretaker quickly knelt beside them, "right here."

"What's going on?", Whumpee frowned.

"You just got out of surgery, you were under for a few hours. You are resting now", Caretaker knelt beside them, "do you have any pain?"

"Not right now", Whumpee frowned, "is it bad?"

"It's not great", Caretaker sighed, "but the doctor believes if your wings do grow back, you shouldn't have any problems."

"Even if they grow back, it will be years before I have them the way they were", Whumpee felt a tear form in their eye, "do you think they'll grow back?", Whumpee whispered.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. An avian having their wings cut at the base doesn't normally happen", Caretaker sighed, "whatever happens I will help you get through or try my best to help."

Caretaker looked down, "I am so sorry I didn't get to you sooner. You were so hard to find and I know that isn't a good excuse. I'm sorry."

Whumpee weakly held out their hand to Caretaker.

Caretaker gently held it.

"You tried your hardest. I appreciate you saving me", Whumpee smiled weakly.

"Here is, uh", Caretaker quickly wiped a tear away, "your feathers you requested, I hope the ones I grabbed are okay."

"Thankyou", Whumpee reached for a feather.

"The leftover parts of your wings and the rest of your feathers are being taken care of by the Avian Society. I didn't know what was best for your wings and feathers, I hope it's okay I trusted them to the leaders", Caretaker sighed.

"That's okay, they will probably destroy them", Whumpee frowned, "I'll receive the cremated remains."

"Are you okay with that?", Caretaker made a concerned look.

"That's normal, because of what we are, most of our bodies are cremated.... unless it's an honored person. Some avians believe those people are gods and follow them", Whumpee sadly rubbed their feather across their face, "we don't want the bodies of our people to be dug up and studied in years to come."

Caretaker nodded, "I guess that makes sense", Caretaker glanced at Whumpee's back, "you should get some more rest."

"I feel like I've been hit by a bus... do you think I can eat yet? My last meal was my wings, and I don't want that to be the only thing in my stomach."

"Let me ask your nurse, and I'll go get you something if they allow it", Caretaker stood.

Caretaker came back into Whumpee's room, but was startled to see a few winged people in Whumpee's room. They figured it was part of the Avain Council.

They all glanced at Caretaker.

"Sorry, I'll come back when you are...", Caretaker knew they weren't exactly welcomed, they put up with Caretaker because of Whumpee.

"Wait, you are Caretaker right. You saved Whumpee?", someone stepped closer.

"Y-yes sir, I was able to find them. I wish I could have found them sooner though", Caretaker frowned as they looked at Whumpee.

"Please come in, you're a hero for saving them. Please eat", another invited.

"Oh this is for Whumpee, they were hungry", Caretaker started to walk to the bed.

"Ah yes, thankyou for feeding them", they stepped back to allow room for Caretaker.

Caretaker knelt beside the bed, after a second of Whumpee struggling Caretaker started to help them eat.

"Thankyou", Whumpee smiled after swallowing a mouthful.

"You're welcome Whumpee. I'd do anything for you", Caretaker smiled.

"The council will leave now and allow you to eat and rest. Please let us know if you need anything. We will happily provide you with anything you need", they started to leave, "we will also return the remains of your wings to you when you return to your home."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou for visiting me."

Caretaker sighed as they got up and sat down.

"I hope that was okay. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to them", Caretaker frowned, "I get nervous around them."

"You did good, I think they will be showing you a lot more respect after this", Whumpee smiled weakly, "I wish I had my wings to cover me up, I'm a little chilly."

"Though your wings are softer, I hope this will suffice", Caretaker pulled up a blanket and covered Whumpee.

"Yes thankyou, and thank...you", Whumpee yawned, "for the food."

"Your welcome Whumpee, get some rest. I won't leave you", Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's eyes slowly closed, "I promise."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary @skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr @theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee @candleshopmenace @whumpanthems @lavndvrr @ivymyers @starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

스위트홈 시즌3 - Sweet Home s3 - Whump List - 🇰🇷

Whumpees: 차현수 (Cha Hyeon Soo) played by 송강 (Song Kang) / 이은혁 (Lee Eun Hyeok) played by 이도현 (Lee Do Hyun) / 박찬영 (Park Chan Young) played by 정진영 (Jung Jin Young)

Synopsis: The never-ending monsterization crisis. Hyeon Su, consumed by monsters, tries to regain his human self. Nam Sang Won, who entered Pyeon Sang Uk's body, visits the survivors' stadium with a group of people to achieve his goal. And unlike the previous rules, they put forward an unconventional condition to provide convenience to those with symptoms. Stadiums are no longer safe spaces, and people are confused. Meanwhile, Eun Hyeok, who was reborn from the cocoon, appears in a new form... Season 3, which will mark the finale of the desperate struggle of those who are faced with a choice between the border between monsters and humans. (MDL)

Genre/Tags: Light Horror, Action, Thriller, Little Romance, Self Sacrifice, Stabbed, Found Family

Watch On: Netflix (Original), DramaCool, KissAsian

⚠️: Please be aware this drama is listed as light horror and can be gorey! Proceed with caution if you are sensitive to these things!

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

차현수 (Cha Hyeon Soo)

3.01 : essentially mind-controlled, concern for him, head butted ::: emotional, concern for him ::: nearly attacked by a monster, protected, saving someone, concern for him, concerned for someone

3.02 : asleep, looked after ::: asleep ::: asleep, someone attempts to wake him up ::: someone attempts to wake him up

3.03 : drugged (like 2 HUGE doses), collapsed into her arms ::: concern for him, tried to the passenger seat of a car

3.04 : fought

3.05 : hit by a car, thrown through a bus, semi fought ::: fought, trapped

3.06 : emotional

3.07 : grand by the throat, restrained, struggling, strangled, ambushed, fought

3.08 : fought

이은혁 (Lee Eun Hyuk)

3.01-3.03 : none/no appearance

3.04 : at gunpoint

3.05 : attacked ::: fought, repeatedly punched ::: fought, trapped, face covered in blood

3.06 : none

3.07 : attacked, fought ::: ambushed, fought

3.08 : fought

박찬영 (Park Chan Young)

3.01 : protecting someone, concern for him, self sacrifice x2, saved, concern for him

3.02 : panicked, using himself as a human shield ::: saving someone, in an explosion ::: grabbed by this throat, lifted in the air

3.03 : grabbed by the throat, lifted in the air, struggling to breathe, saved

3.04-3.08 : none

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MORE WHUMP LISTS >>> {x}

[whump-n-comfort]

one of my fave whump tropes is when whump is done in a sort of roundabout way, i.e., when the "whumpee" isn't the injured party in the story. hear me out on this:

a character sporting some form of bruise/injury as they reassure their loved one that this isn't their fault, they shouldn't beat themselves up over [trope where loved one wasn't thinking straight or wasn't in control of themselves, something like a nightmare/PTSD or outright brainwashing]. the loved one simply refuses to let it go, so the character is forced to bring them into a hug and patiently wait for the loved one to release the tension in their shoulders and hug them back. the loved one slowly forgives themself as the bruise fades/injury heals

a character sitting in a hospital lobby on the brink of dissociating, ignoring the weird looks they're getting due to the blood covering nearly every part of the front of their clothes after to rushing their loved one to the medics, freaking out about whether or not their efforts were good enough to get there in time. showering as they clean themselves of filth and grime but reluctantly doing so because what if a nurse comes looking for them to tell them about the state of their loved one? they can sit there for a few more minutes, and then a few more, maybe little bit more... they're fine, they can take care of themself when they know their loved one is already taken care of, definitely... only for all of their worry and self-flagellation to culminate in being in their loved one's hospital room as they wake up, leading to the loved one hugging them as they cry and break down, joking that a little injury like this couldn't take them out; thanking the character for saving their life, etc

a character needing to be coached through helping their loved one out with an injury or dire situation. whether it's the loved one themself or a third party that's doing the coaching, it's obvious that the character is in over their head but that they still need to do this if their loved one has any hope of surviving until tomorrow. brownie points if the process involves unintentionally bringing more harm to their loved one (like disinfecting a wound or doing stitches without pain meds), which just exponentially ramps up the guilt factor even more. this scenario can sort of end similarly to the second bullet point, but regardless, the main closing scene is about the loved one being there to tell the character that they should be proud of themselves for keeping themself together even though it had to have been really scary seeing them like that, how brave the character was for pushing through to save them, comforting hugs all around~

mututal whump my beloved!! the more characters that are hurting either physically or emotionally the better!!!!