#tw: blood loss

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Indestructible characters breaking, my beloved

Give me the "indestructible" character needing medical attention! *cough* MurderBot *cough* They're so unused to pain that when they finally do take a hit that's powerful enough to make them stagger, the whole world tilts on it's damned axis. And of course that leads to further damage, because they're not able to give 100% to the fight. Their reflexes are slower, their endurance draining as steadily as the blood leaking from their body. They should be able to run faster than this, should be able to carry heavier loads, should have steadier aim. They shouldn't be out of breath - shouldn't be sweating - shouldn't feel like their heart was about to collapse in on itself.

And then - then their team rallies. Their vulnerable, soft friends that need to wear stronger armor - armor that makes them slower than they already are. Suddenly gravity is less of a challenge, and they realize (too slowly) that it's because a teammate is on either side of them, helping them remain upright. It doesn't matter how much they demand to know why they're out from cover. No matter how furiously they order their team to fall back, it's as if their orders fall on deaf ears. Either with strength in numbers or sheer luck, the team manages to fend off whatever enemy they were facing long enough to retreat.

Where the indestructible character could have easily carried one of them alone, it takes two teammates just to help them limp to safety. But their feet are too heavy and their head is too light. One of their legs isn't working right and there's a strange tightness in their chest. Something sharp keeps biting into their back and the fabric of their undershirt clings to their skin in too many places. Maybe they stumble, or outright collapse. A third teammate steps in to help carry them. Even then, they need to take turns. By the time they reach relative safety, their healthy complexion has gone ashen.

And it's so, so foreign to be the one at the center of attention. The medic(s) had never worked on them before. They had never had so many hands on them at once, not like this - and certainly not out of concern or urgency. Hands patting their face, stripping armor away, checking their pulse and applying pressure. Their cheeks were damp with a saltiness they could only associate with sweat or blood - certainly not tears. And they still couldn't catch their breath.

All at once, sensation comes crashing into their awareness. And it hurts - it hurts. They grit their teeth against the roar of pain that rises within their chest, but it escapes anyway. More hands clamber to grab ahold of them, only just managing to keep them still. But the pain is still there. Blinding. Nauseating. So powerful that they don't even register the tearful pleas to open their eyes, to 'look at me,' to breathe, to stay awake, to just hold on a little longer. Look at me. Look at me!

This was wrong. They shouldn't be the one being cared for. They shouldn't be surrounded by a blur of familiar faces. They didn't need protecting. They shouldn't be at the center of this guarded circle - shouldn't be guarded by small, vulnerable people. They did the caring. They provided strength when it was needed. They protected. They guarded. They... they had failed.

Give me an indestructible character that, when they break, they shatter.

[infinitecyanroses]

So in q!Baghera's journal from back when she was a test subject, one thing caught me off guard. One of the only tests she describes undergoing in the journal is blood tests yet she says that she's often felt faint after these blood tests. I have had blood drawn for blood tests before and the doctor has never had to draw enough blood to make me feel faint. According to healthline.com, it takes losing around 14% of your blood to begin feeling dizzy and 20% blood loss to begin feeling weak or fatigued. Clearly they wouldn't need that much blood from q!Baghera each time if they were only testing her blood composition. This makes me think that the experimenters were drawing her blood for other purposes. Maybe they were keeping multiple samples of her blood for future experiments. Or maybe another test subject or Federation entity needed a donor...

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Prompt

Whumpee stared up at the ceiling, hands weakly pressing down on the bleeding gash across their abdomen. Their chains rattled as they moved their foot to keep it from falling asleep.

They leaned their head back against the wall, closing their eyes for a moment. Whumper loved their little games and tests, like trying to see which tool got a better scream out of them. Depriving them of their senses, save for the touch of a knife. It wasn't about information anymore. Just pure pain.

Whumpee took the jagged edge of their cuffs and made another tally mark on the walls. They looked down, watching as their blood began to seep through their clothes and onto the floor.

They grimaced. There wouldn't be anymore tally marks. They felt a tear form in their eyes. They only wished they could say goodbye to Caretaker.

It was at this moment unconsciousness began to set in, Whumpee's blood forming a little river. Drip... Drip... Drip...

A loud bang stirred Whumpee slightly. They squinted as light streamed in for the first time in days. A blurry, tall figure came into view, a slender figure behind them, keeping watch.

"Whumpee?"

They frowned. They knew that voice. Caretaker? Could it be?

Whumpee closed their eyes for a moment, trying to focus just on the voice. "Whumpee...?"

They smiled weakly. "Took you long enough," they wheezed, managing to open their eyes again. God, they missed that face.

Caretaker's eyes lit up. They pulled the key ring from their coat, unlocking the shackles quickly. The chains clattered to the floor, the sound shrill in Whumpee's ears. They winced, hand sliding in their blood.

Caretaker looked down, watching the crimson pool. "Whumpee..." They couldn't meet their eyes, knowing it was their fault Whumpee was here. Not that Whumpee blamed them. They chose to follow Caretaker, to protect them. "Can you stand?" They finally asked.

Whumpee gritted their teeth as they struggled to slide their feet under them. They swore as their limbs refused to get them above a kneeling position. "God, this is pathetic," they muttered, hand pressing into their side. A low whine threatened to escape but they stopped themself.

"Promise you won't be mad at me?"

Whumpee frowned as Caretaker said this, only to see why. They scooped the much smaller Whumpee up into their arms, carrying them like it was nothing. A seemed to be struggling to suppress a snicker.

Normally, Whumpee would loathe this. But right now, Caretaker was warm and sturdy and safe, and Whumpee let themself drift off into unconsciousness once again, even as Caretaker begged them to stay awake.

[normaltothemax]

@49125 from here

The call connects through his helmet, Jason crouched beside a gargoyle, looking down over the city. “Tim?” Well that’s sure as hell unexpected. Jason and Tim don’t exactly have a good relationship on the best of days. Dean tries to make them get along, and sure, it’s mostly Jason throwing up roadblock after roadblock in that path to friendship (he’s self-aware enough to know that much), but they’re still pretty damn far from close.

They certainly aren’t call each other out of the blue close.

“I need.... help... please.”

A heavy stone settles in his gut when nothing follows that. “…Tim? Tim!” Immediately, he’s grappling down, pulling his phone out the second his boots hit the ground to see if he can figure out where the call’s coming from. Handily, there’s already a location on screen. “Timmy, you there? Can you hear me? Hang tight, alright? I’m ten minutes out.”

He borrows (read: hotwires) a nearby car and makes it there in seven. Doesn’t end the call the entire way there, keeps trying to get Tim’s attention back, even if it’s through name-calling and attempted annoyance—just in case. Tires squeal against the pavement, and Jason’s out of the car practically before it’s even fully stopped. He’s by Tim’s side in an instant, fingers pressed to the kid’s throat. There’s a pulse, but it’s weak and thready. Not to mention the visible injuries—he needs a doctor, yesterday.

Meaning Jason’s gotta figure out where he can bring him.

The cabin is his first choice, but Tim is worryingly pale, in a way that makes Jason think he might actually be low on blood. Not only does he not think Dean keeps spare blood around the place, he’s also not sure if the man actually knows how to do a transfusion, and he’s not willing to risk driving out of town, only to find out he doesn’t. That leaves him with three other options: a hospital, the Cave, or Leslie’s.

Hospital’s out, for obvious reasons, and while he might actually bring Tim to the Cave if absolutely necessary, Leslie’s just so happens to be closer to their current location. Thank fucking god for that. So, he scoops the kid up, lays him down in the backseat, and makes it to the clinic in record time. Practically kicks the door in, setting Tim carefully down on one of the gurneys, and glares at a nurse until she gets Leslie, who is completely unimpressed by his intimidation attempts. He plans on leaving after that—Tim’s in good hands, and he’s sure he’ll call Dean once he’s up and about—but the look Leslie shoots him says he’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

So, Jason makes himself comfortable in the corner, helmet on the chair next to him (his domino still firmly in place, of course). Starts flipping through the random health pamphlets in the room to keep himself occupied.

It’s going to be a long fucking night.

[silelda]

Today's entry, hoo boy. I've been in shock from blood loss before.

Seward's comment about how long it too for the medicine to make Lucy sleep? I remember my eyes being closed, I couldn't open them. My body felt heavy, like from severe fatigue, but I couldn't fall asleep.

Couldn't move on my own. Couldn't think. But still taking in all the external data I could through sound and touch.

And what's worse for Lucy, she has no idea what's going on.

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

😨

Pacifica’s reaction to see Dipper wounded

“D-Dipper….”

Pacifica Northwest said in a horrified voice as she looked at state of Dipper Pine, a major hole in his stomach and was losing a lot of blood that caused her face to turn ashen pale at the huge amount of blood lost.

Opening his blurry brown eyes to look at “P-Pacifica,” Dipper said slowly as he stared at Pacifica with pale face as he gave her a tired, bloody smile on his face. “I feel so cold…why am so cold?” He asked numbly as he fall forward causing panic in Pacifica.

“DIPPER! DON’T FAINT ON ME!!!!”

[rabbit-trolls]

>Mortis

[in-love-with-writing-whump]

Febuwhump 21: Shackled

Caretaker's jaw went slack as they looked up at Whumpee. Their leader, their teammate, the strongest person they knew... The person their selfish heart loved more than anything or anyone else...

Whumpee hung from an altar, shackles of iron pinning them up as the blood from their stab wounds pooled on the floor. Their head lulled to the side, and for a moment, Caretaker feared they were gone.

*No. I would've known if their heart stopped beating.*

They rushed the Whumpee's side, pressing their ear to Whumpee's chest. *Thump... Thump...* They smiled through tears of relief, cradling Whumpee's face in their hand before stepping back as B and C lowered them, A working on breaking the shackles.

Whumpee sagged on the floor, groaning quietly as they looked up through half-alive eyes. Their hand grazed Caretaker's cheek, shaking and cold. A weak smile touched their lips as they thumbed away Caretaker's tears, whispering their name.

Caretaker pressed their forehead against theirs. "I'm here now. Whumper will never hurt you again."

FEBUWHUMP 2023 IS HERE!

the prompts this year were chosen through a suggestion poll and subsequent vote, where over 350 people voted for their favourites. the top 28 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular and this blog’s personal favourites have become the alternatives!

i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, make sure to check out the blog’s FAQ, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog before sending one of your own!

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

Keep reading

[ruporas]

don’t worry about me. goodbye, big brother

[captainharlock]

comic i made about out-aging the person i've been grieving

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Whump Potluck!

To celebrate 400 followers (!!!! What?!??), I encourage everyone to share a recipe for their favorite whump scenarios. And, because everyone always has more than one favorite (I know I do!), share another recipe! And another if you like! Not only does this get the info-nugget out of your brain, but you could find others who enjoy the same thing and it could even help some struggling writers! Better yet, why not use these delicious recipes as writing prompts? I'll start with my own favorite recipe:

Comfort Can Hurt

Restrained/Handcuffed

Blood loss

Thrilling/Intense rescues

Panicking teammates

Manhandling

Grasping hands (for comfort, to keep from getting separated, trying to break free, etc.)

"Just hold my hand. You're gonna be fine."

Can't breathe/Catch their breath (!!!!!)

Struggling against caretakers because it hurts

"[Name], you need to calm down!"

Involuntary sedation

Can't go wrong with some classy whump tropes, am I right? Here's one more:

Martyrdom Idiot Heroes

Strong/Angry at the world/Distant whumpee (thinks everyone couldn't care less about them)

Pushing past their limits

Self-sacrifice

Gunshot injury

Blood loss

Injury reveal (jacket/coat w/ a white undershirt? (!!!))

Collapsing (with a dash of teammates rushing to catch them)

"It's okay, we've got you."

Sunshine medic turning into angry, no-nonsense medic

Soft/Hazy awakenings (esp. if everyone else is sleeping nearby/standing guard)

Confusion at being coddled

"Pull that stunt again and see what happens."

See?? Delicious. Feel free to contribute or modify recipes to fit your personal tastes <3 no recipe is too niche or too flavorful!

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Let's not forget a few of my favorites:

When all seems well with the whumpee, but the caretaker or whumper sees the tremor in their hands and knows they're legitimately struggling

Fumbling, grasping hands slick with blood

Butterfly-soft touches from caretaker - touches so gentle that they could be a distant dream

A whumpee who relies on their hands to communicate, and being so unwell (fever? blood loss? hypothermic? drugged?) that they can't express any clear responses or requests

Powerful hands restricting the whumpee's movement - whether it be torture or so a medic can treat them

op i love you for bringing this back to my attention

Hands in Whump

-Running a gentle hand through Whumpee's hair, whispering reassurances into their ear.

-Grabbing Whumpee's arm to stop them from escaping, digging their nails into the flesh.

-A red, stinging handprint left on the side of Whumpee's face after a slap.

-Caretaker using their thumb to wipe tears off of Whumpee's face.

-Fingers intertwined, comforting pressure on the hand.

-Placing the back of the hand on Whumpee's forehead to check their fever.

-A hand broken after being stomped on by Whumper, Whumpee trying to get their fingers to move.

-Palms and fingers burned on a hot pan or stove.

-Fingernails being broken or ripped out.

-Cupping Whumpee's face.

-A hand clasped over the mouth to keep Whumpee from screaming

-Gentle hands applying bandages to aching wounds.

-An outstretched hand, offering aid and protection.

-Hands in the air to signal surrender.

-Whumpee covering their face with their hands so nobody can see them cry.

-Hands clasped over the back of Whumpee's neck as protection from an imminent beating.

And so, so much more!

[kiilttis-art]

My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.

[shepscapades]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [PART 6] [Part 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

[This comic is part of my dbhc au, following the chaos and panic that ensues after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of s9 after a very rough s8 finale that leaves him a little. broken. It's set to the vibes of Joywave's Destruction!]

[prestidigitated]

i had to compress the hell out of this gif in order to be able to upload it here, but oh well

[zoethehead]

Gonna apply this to my antihero whumpee dude

Prompt:

Whumpee is bleeding out from multiple stab wounds. There isn't any way to get them to safety without immediate medical care, and although A brought the first aid kit and Caretaker is smart, the team knows they can't move them.

B, someone with fire powers, is forced to cauterize their friend's wounds while Caretaker muffles their screams, promising that it's going to be okay.