#whump ranking

[vampire-bite]

the Redacted vampires and werewolves + their listeners, ranked on how whumpable they are on a scale of one to ten (+ a bonus of what type of whump fits them most)

This is based on my taste, and ill do more boys maybe

Sam: 5/10, maybe 6.  there’s a lot of caretaker energy, which sort of comes with the territory of being a healer, but there’s also a lot of emotional turmoil, so I’d say it’s about 50/50 on which way you want to go. Prime candidate for the whump of healing others at the cost of your own physical wellbeing. Someone make a fic where once you’re turned into a vampire you can’t heal without it being like empathetic or something.

Darlin: 9/10: i mean, naturally. I don’t feel the need to explain this, it seems self explanatory. I’d say they’re best for hiding injuries. They’re the type of character who suddenly collapses when everyone thinks they’re all in the clear. 

Vincent: 7/10: You already have immense survivors guilt to work with, plus the situation of him being invoked, and just generally his complicated feelings about his turning. I only put him so low because he’s not really a character I can see physical whump with and i am trying to rate them based on how whumpee-able they are, in both physical and mental ways. Obviously, survivor’s guilt whump is your go-to here.

Lovely: 10/10: Constantly being whumped in canon. Again, don’t feel the need to explain this. Their whump type I think depends on what era Lovely we’re talking about. Because of course, nightmares are spectacular, but I feel like the idea of them overexerting themselves trying to use magic like they used to is highly underrated for after they’re turned.

Porter: 10/10: I’ve already said Porter is basically tailor-made to my tastes, but this also applies to whump. Any character who sees themselves as a weapon is obviously prime whumpee material imo. Hear me out: Porter needs to be kidnapped and tortured. That’s a defiant whumpee with clear motivations for your kidnapper and the opportunity to break him is just too good.

Treasure: 6/10: See, if we knew a bit more, I’d be able to rank them more accurately. As it is, I think their whumpability comes down to Porter’s reactions being a spectacular opportunity. I think they’re good for a being used as bait type of thing

David: 8/10: I want that tsundere obliterated. Basically has the appeal of a “team leader” whumpee, where the unusuality (is that a word) of him being vulnerable just makes the pain when he’s hurt in front of the others that much better.  I don’t know if there’s a term for it, but yeah, basically. Injured and/or humiliated in front of the pack

Angel: 7/10: I’m not always a fan of the type of whumpee whos likely to crack jokes and stuff, but it sometimes is chefs kiss. That’s sort of angel’s thing. Something about them gives me buried under rubble vibes.

Asher: 8/10: See above about whumpees who are sort of joking around to distract from their pain. I can’t exactly explain why I like Asher more, but just. Trust me. Probably something to do with the inversion.  Just one fic where he thinks he’s been abandoned and left for dead just one please im begging

Babe: 4/10: They don’t compel me as a whumpee too much. But. I want them to be attacked and kill the person and have emotional whump over that

Milo: 8/10: His descriptor is “feisty”, I feel like I’ve made it very clear that defiant whumpees are chefs kiss. And there’s canon whump. Muzzle that man. 

Sweetheart: 10/10: They’re WONDERFUL for whumping, guys. I NEED more sweetheart whump in this fandom. Overworking themselves is naturally perfect.

[guroseinsei]

ao3 wrapped 2024

tagged by @ohhcinnybuns <333 ty hun!

i usually check my stats about twice a year? so here we go...

°°°

in chronological order, the fics i posted this year are: [top 6 that i liked cause i posted quite a bit this year.]

i. pivot [aidk]

ii. vermillion claims [winterbaron]

iii. fox games [askefinn]

iv. at last, in conclusion [aidk]

v. hydrogen [stottlemonk]

vi. sticks and stone walls [butchie]

stats!!

works published: 55 (!!!)

work subscriptions: 173

kudos: 5.029

comment threads: 336

bookmarks: 1.000 (woah)

word count: 126.189

hits: 32.211

top 3 fics by kudos:

i. file no#78203a

ii. at last, in conclusion

iii. midnight snacks (this one is a surprise actually)

top 3 fics by word count:

i. pivot

ii. ear to the ground

iii. hydrogen

top 3 ships:

i. Adrian Monk/Leland Stottlemeyer

ii. Aizawa Shouta/Midoriya Izuku

iii. James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo

top 5 tags:

i. Pre-Slash

ii. Slash

iii. Established Relationship

iv. Whump

v. Pining & Post-Canon

tagging <3: @thebeingofeverything @rinn-e @ladysawblay

[befuddled-calico-whump]

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[daltonsnightmare]

MacGyver (2016) s2e21 Wind + Water | Cold Open

[cepheusgalaxy]

I don't see the appeal of villain whumpees

They're like, little girls and guys who are waaay to cocky about their positions and don't expect it when they are put in their place. They are all high and mighty, misterious, cruel foils to their hero counterparts, and then a higher, mightier entity steps in and crushes them, leaving them helpless.

I mean, it's kinda nice when they are all expecting of their inevitable being hurt. Hopeless little pals who are maybe a little too careful with their every step or else they know they are going to be hurt oh so badly if they screw up, just while doing their evil schemes.

I guess it's also a bit nice when they are at the lowest point, and the so noble heroes save them after they were screwed up, but their proud asses can't handle it. When the suffering doesn't humble them, when they only get crueler because of it, leaving the heroes wondering if they shouldn't have let them to rot in whatever shit they were deep into.

Like, maybe I could enjoy a story where the villain is a morally grey character who would like, never do something good no matter what. It's no good for them. They would never. But then they care for someone, and give their things up for this person--or maybe it's a thing--and now they can't--

Oh, oh, or maybe they were so hungry for power and they didn't care about anything they had to do to get it, but now it consumes them, and they are slaves of a more powerful entity, trapped in a prision of their own making...

...ok, I get it now

[tallochar]

One of the quickest ways I can tell whether someone American has written a fic about UK key workers / government workers is if they have someone say that they "used up all their sick days".

[whumpitisthen]

Hiya how are you doing today?

If your OC was arrested, what would the charges be?

For the dark ask game please and thank you!

Hello! I'm was doing well but then while i was playing a game my router decided now is the perfect time to shit itself and it has not figured out how to recover from that yet so im sure the rest of my team loved that i just dipped in the middle of the game like that and never returned :D fun times! I dont feel too bad though bc i could not have predicted this so its not my fault, i should be sleeping already anyway

That question has been answered here already! But i guess i didn't do everyone...

Miss Thu'lin would have numerous wreckings of public and private property, assault, murder, human trafficking, money laundering, and everything you'd think a head of mafia could go to jail for. I think if she was a human and the law applied to her she would definitely be the queen of the underground who got betrayed by her right hand man.

Grim and His Majesty are war criminals. They have committed all the crimes. They collect criminal charges like pokémon

[oddsconvert]

DECLAN MY FAVORITE <3

YAYYYYYY ANOTHER DECLAN LOVER, MY BOYYYY

MWAH TO YOU, ANON 💋

[ultimablades]

What if….I played all the numbered final fantasies in the lead up to 16….

[cravesunconditionallove]

Military whump prompts

(because Reddit is down and I’m chronically online)

Hearing the whumpee’s screams over the radio as they’re captured, the rest of the team frozen in horror.

• Patch job in the middle of the battlefield, someone pressing down on a wound with their bare hands, whispering, “Stay with me, okay? Just stay.”

• Post-mission debrief, but the whumpee is barely holding it together, swaying on their feet as the adrenaline wears off.

• The whumpee refusing pain meds because they need to “stay sharp,” only to pass out mid-conversation.

• “I don’t leave people behind,” they growl, limping and bleeding but refusing to abandon the unconscious teammate over their shoulder.

• Waking up in a field hospital, disoriented and panicked, pulling out the IV before being restrained by a firm but gentle voice.

• “We’re not going to make it.” “Yes, we are.” Cue one of them doing something reckless to ensure the other gets out alive.

• Cold, soaked to the bone, huddled in a ruined building during a downpour, one of them feverish while the other desperately tries to keep them awake.

• Hiding an injury to avoid being benched, only for it to get worse at the worst possible moment.

• “You don’t understand—I can’t go back. I can’t be discharged.”

• A high-ranking officer demanding a mission debrief while the whumpee is barely conscious, words slurring, bleeding through their uniform.

• A medic struggling to save the whumpee in the back of a jolting vehicle, yelling for the driver to go faster.

• Post-rescue, sitting by the whumpee’s bedside, counting every beep of the heart monitor like a prayer.

[justafandomfollower]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Slayer Character(s) (BtVS), Xander Harris Additional Tags: POV Outsider, Whump, Abduction, Febuwhump 2023, febuwhumpday15, Post-Canon Series: Part 15 of FebuWhump 2023 Summary:

Piper didn’t move from her spot in front of Katya and Felicia and Ziv. She knew the saying – an enemy of my enemy – but she didn’t felt that quite applied to strange men shoved into cells with teenage girls. She studied the man. He looked average, for a young adult. Broad shoulders and a tall frame, but not overly muscled. He wore regular khaki cargo pants and common work boots and a garish Hawai’ian shirt. The only thing not average about his was the eyepatch, covering his left eye.

Ziv was the first to move, mere seconds after the door shut and the man spun to face them, but Piper put out a hand, stopping her from moving past her.

“Mr. Xander?” she asked, incredulous.

“You know each other?” Piper cut in, before ‘Mr. Xander’ could reply.

“He’s from the Watcher’s Council,” Ziv said. “Came with the Slayer when I got called.”

[comfort-questing]

crow's personal ranking of idioms about dead-ness, for whump purposes

"half dead." basic and classic, and can be used both actually and figuratively ("you look half dead" ie. we all know you didn't sleep last night). 6/10, not bad, points deducted for the frequency of figurative use where nothing actually happened to a character and they just need a nap

"more dead than alive." now we are committing to at least 51% dead, which is promising. I have never heard this used figuratively in a narrative so if someone says it about a character, they mean it. they looked, and dead was the predominant impression. good whump should be expected hereabouts. 8/10.

"dead on their feet." usually used for exhaustion, but honestly, a peak descriptor of exhaustion. 7/10 for that reason alone. we've all been there.

"all but dead." ...does anyone ever say this, or did I just come up with it? -/10 since I don't feel ethical rating it if I'm the only one who uses it

"threshold of death/on death's door/brink of death/verge of death" - dated but also, classic. a solid option overall, implying suspense, uncertainty of outcome. 5/10, nothing special but no complaints really

"looking like death" - equally appropriate for emotional or physical whump, but needs more detail to follow up so we know which one is meant. 4/10 in the abstract, due to ambiguity

"inches from death." have hated this one ever since I was a small crow, because it's usually used for narrow escapes - nearly stabbed, nearly crushed by a falling object, nearly bitten by the monster. emphasizes spatial arrangements to the detriment of actual effects. 2/10 since it can be used for whump, just rarely is

"dying" as an adjective describing a character. is it foreshadowing? is it a medical descriptor? it's probably foreshadowing, or else we're going to have a magical healing deus ex machina. either way, not a thing this crow is super into... 1/10, I'm sure it has potential though.

"left for dead" mmmmmmph... this one is underrated... implying either ruthless, targeted brutality, or perhaps callous abandonment by someone. either way, whump is inevitable to follow. 10/10. whumptober knew what they were doing picking that prompt, and every year I try to find a way to live up to its promise.

"deathly cold/deathly still" ... never out of place or out of style, a clear statement that something is very wrong, a sign of escalation of the situation. equally excellent for finding a teammate in a dungeon, or for checking in worriedly on a sick character in the middle of the night. next-level whump, and especially great for terrifying caretakers. 11/10.

[whumpninja]

This is a little serious for me, and especially for one of my whump prompts, but I’m gonna say it anyway.

It is a very, very strange feeling the first time someone pulls rank on you. The first time you realize that the balance of power is not in your favor. The first time you realize that you’re on the bottom rung of the ladder. The first time you realize that someone else has direct control over an aspect of your life and there is nothing whatsoever that you can do about it.

It’s a bizarre, turbulent mix of anger and fear and indignation and grief and helplessness that’s really, really strange and scary to feel. It’s almost a despair that sinks in, and you feel like you want to fight but you’re too scared of what could happen if you did. You think about standing up and fighting back, but ultimately you just duck your head and suck it up and pretend that you don’t mind. But everything in you is screaming because of how unfair it is, and you wish that you could scream out loud, too.

But you can’t. So you paste on a smile and pretend that it’s okay. It’s not fair, but it was never meant to be. It’s fine.

You’re fine.

[whump-in-the-night]

That military whump trope where a high-ranking officer whumpee is captured by the enemy (bonus points if they're injured, hehe) and then the enemy whumpers/carewhumpers have to keep them alive. Are they friendly with whumpee? Maybe it's nothing personal so there's no reason for them to be rough with or mean to whumpee. Or maybe they do the bare minimum to keep whumpee alive, maybe even beating or torturing them (whether for information or just for funsies).

I love that stuff.

[jacquitries]

hi !! could you write a regulus black whump-style story where reader gets hurt because of him/to protect him and he finds out ?? take it in any direction you'd like to, there's just a massive drought of angst and you're a magnificent writer !!

My heart. :((( Thank you so so so much!! Angst hurts to write but no pain no gain I guess. :< Hope you like it! All For You | R.B.

A dangerous mission gone wrong leads to unexpected revelations between old friends, forced to confront their hidden feelings and the choices they've made in the shadow of war.

𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘 𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚𓆚 𓆘

The shuffle of your footsteps echoed against the unnervingly quiet hallways of Malfoy Manor. You barely registered the ache in your ribs, the searing pain in your leg — injuries sustained in a confrontation you never should have been part of — but you carried on, determined to do what needed to be done.

The mission tasked to you was relatively simple. Retrieve information from a wizard who had grown too careless of his activities. He was a means to an end, a part of the Dark Lord’s plan. To be disposed of once his purpose was served. The job, you had thought, would be swift. It wasn’t. And now, here you are injured, the gash on your arm staining the sleeve of your robes as you limped down the long corridor, hoping to make it to the meeting room before the blood loss overwhelmed you.

You were no stranger to pain. A Slytherin born to parents who were as steeped in the Dark Lord’s cause as they were in their own prideful lineage, it had always been clear that survival would depend on knowing when to fight and when to retreat. And you had learned long ago that there was a balance to everything, a sharp edge to every secret.

It was the secret that pained you now — Regulus Black. Your oldest friend. The boy who had stood by you since first year, who had understood the pressure of the world placed on those like you. The connection between you was inevitable, born of shared blood and ambition, of mutual understanding. And yet, you both had secrets, buried deeply, unspoken. You knew what he was. A Death Eater. You had known for years. But you never said anything. Not to him. Not to anyone. You played along, kept up the pretense that you were nothing more than the dutiful daughter of your family, someone who abided by the rules of the world that had been built for people like you.

But there had been moments of doubt. Doubts about whether you could stand by and do nothing while he was forced to shoulder burdens that neither of you should have had to carry. So, you had made your choice. Without him ever knowing, you’d taken up your own secret role in Voldemort’s ranks. You couldn’t bear to see Regulus bear the weight alone. The thought of him suffering, of him being used as a tool by a madman, twisted your heart. So, you had done what you could, undertaken tasks to lighten his load, to protect him in your own way.

It was for him that you had agreed to take on this dangerous mission tonight. He hadn’t asked you to. He wouldn’t have. But you had always been there for him, in ways others couldn’t understand. Now, you stand battered and bruised, carrying the pain of your choices, of the unseen sacrifices made to protect him.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the footsteps until they stopped just behind you, a soft intake of breath that froze you in place.

“Y/N,” a voice spoke from the shadows. It was Regulus, his tone heavy, tight with concern.

You stiffened, a sharp panic shooting through you. You weren’t ready for him to see you in this state. He wasn’t supposed to know. You took a deep breath and turned, forcing a mask of calm on your face.

“I—” you began, but the words caught in your throat as the pain in your leg flared again.

Regulus was quicker than you, his arm outstretched to steady you before you could collapse. His grey eyes scanned you, noting the blood on your robes, the unnatural pallor of your face. His lips parted, but he didn’t say anything. Not yet.

With a barely contained curse, he drew you close, his hand at your elbow, and before you could protest, he murmured, “Hold on.”

There was a flash of movement—everything blurred in an instant—and with a sharp crack, the world around you twisted and contorted, the familiar sights of Malfoy Manor vanishing in an eerie swirl of space and time.

When the world settled, you found yourself in an unfamiliar, dimly lit hallway. It took you a moment to register your surroundings. It was the cold, grimy walls of 12 Grimmauld Place.

His gaze flicked down to your leg, and then to the gash on your arm, blood soaking through your robes. His brow furrowed in concern, and without a word, he quickly pulled you further into a darker corner of the house, away from prying eyes.

He knelt beside you, eyes scanning over the extent of your injury. His hands, usually steady, were now trembling slightly as he reached for his cloak. “Stay still,” he murmured, pulling out a small, tarnished tin from a hidden pocket. It was filled with a thick, dark ointment — a salve you both knew would help, but only so much. Regulus had always carried it on him, knowing that magical healing wasn’t always the answer when it came to more serious, deeper injuries.

You winced as he gently applied the salve to your leg, the sting sharp, but bearable. The pain in your side was far worse, though, and the blood still oozed from the gash on your arm despite his quick actions. He didn’t look at you as he worked, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“You were supposed to stay away,” he cut in, his voice uncharacteristically raw. “I didn’t—God, Y/N, I didn’t want this. I didn’t want you anywhere near this life, near Voldemort. You shouldn’t have been involved.”

You bit your lip, your throat tight. “I couldn’t sit back, Reg. I couldn’t let you—let them use you like this. So I did what I had to do. To protect you. To protect us.”

There was a moment of silence, then Regulus gave a harsh, bitter laugh, but it was a sound without joy. “You think this protects me? You think becoming one of them would protect me?”

“You don’t understand—” You couldn’t finish the sentence. The pain overwhelmed you, a sharp, burning ache that stole your breath away.

Regulus’ face softened in that rare way you saw only when you were alone with him. His hand reached for your shoulder, steadying you, and you couldn’t hide the pain in your eyes as he gently turned you to face him.

“You’ve been taking my tasks,” he whispered, his words cutting deeper than the injury in your side. “Haven’t you? You’ve been doing the things I’ve been ordered to do, the things I never wanted to put on you.”

You nodded, too exhausted to argue. He didn’t need words to understand what had happened, but the weight of realization hit him hard. There was a flicker of betrayal in his eyes, quickly masked by guilt. He hadn’t known, and now, he wished he had.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice breaking for the first time. His eyes hardened, a dark promise settling within them. “I’m going to bring it all down. I won’t let him do this to you — or to anyone else. I’ll end it.”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head weakly. “No, Regulus... You don’t—”

He interrupted you. His hands moved to cup your face. His thumb brushed against your cheek as though memorizing the feel of you. “You’ve been doing this for me, haven’t you? All this time.”

You closed your eyes, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. “I couldn’t let you carry this alone. I couldn’t.”

The strain of holding everything in finally broke, and you let out a choked sob, leaning into him for support. But as your vision blurred, you saw the fire in Regulus’ eyes. Something fierce. Something unwavering.

“I’ll end this. I’ll end it all for you. I’ll burn it all to the ground if I have to,” he swore, his voice low but resolute. “And I’ll protect you from now on. No more secrets. No more lies.”

You let out a shaky breath, basking in his steady presence, feeling the weight of your shared burdens, and for the first time in a long time, you allowed yourself to believe that perhaps you nor Regulus didn't have to face this battle alone.

[boredzillenial]

Heyyyyy so. I am really missing Miguel. Any thoughts about him? I'm in angsty or mild whump-ish mood. Something like "What happened to you?" "Who did this to you?" or anything at all, really.

Or if you're not in an angsty mood that's okay I just really miss Miguel and will take even a crumb of that gigantic moody wildcat. xoxo

Ivy I am so sorry it took me this long 😭 I hope this fic makes up for it! Who doesn’t love a “who did this to you”?!

The first thing that put you on edge when joining the spider society was the sheer amount of spiders in one place, the second was how absolutely nosey they all were. The third, was Miguel.

Every time you portaled in you were careful to wear your full suit along with an oversized jacket for comfort. Every mission you made sure you were either solo or found a way to keep clear of others during battles. Hoping and praying no anomalies would be too difficult to handle.

For the first couple months you were successful. Kicking ass and managing to not draw attention to yourself. But on a hard mission with a stray Morbius anomaly you were shit outta luck. Blood slicked down the open gaps in your suit despite your accelerated healing ability. Hiding underneath a stack of fallen pilings your breath came in shallow pants “Shit shit shit-“

In the darkness you could hear the whooshing of something moving around the open space. This Morbius was particularly brutal, his style of death by 1,000 cuts was taking its toll. In a moment of sheer panic you smack the distress signal on your watch.

After a glance down, your panic rose further at the wide tears in your suit. The cuts from this blood sucking prick had healed almost immediately but the heavy scarring from your past remained. Long and twisted, the pink tissue that never healed glared back at you. Suddenly you realize the whooshing had moved further away, but a tingling in your body told you something else was coming.

As you peaked around from your hiding spot the tell tale flashes of light from a portal filled up the space. For a moment you hoped it was some random lesser spider responded to your call but in an instant the huge blue and red suit that stepped into the room send you scurrying into the darkness.

A wide scanner emitted from Miguel’s watch and an ungoldly alert sounded when it landed on you. “Hey! Come on out it’s clear.” He called.

“Ah, thanks I’ll just portal from here. The Morbius anomaly went north - HEY“ your voice cracked as in one swift moment he’d moved the heavy concrete and looked down at you.

“Don’t be-“ his sentence halted and in an instant he’d dropped down to kneel infront of you. He phased his mask away to look at the skin across your side and outer thigh crisscrossed with scars more closely “Are you alright?” His voice was low, and the strength behind it made you hesitate. The lump in your throat had you responding only with a nod.

Heat rose in your chest as his gaze lingered “Who - did this…” his heated gaze flickered up to meet yours “did that - thing-“ the final word curled into a growl as he stalked after the anomaly.

“No it didn’t-“ you called out in a whisper as his broad tense frame stalked off into the darkness. After a few grunts and hisses the anomaly slammed into the nearest concrete wall, fear flashing in its unnatural gaze as it tried to scramble away. When it neared you could see the bruising under its pale skin before a light trap stopped it in its tracks.

Miguel came around the large cage, claws scraping across the lit surface as he came to stand beside you. “You… wanna talk about it?” When you glanced up his reddish brown gaze was waiting.

That lump returned, all it took was a shake of your head, and a grunt and a nod from him, and the subject was dropped. But from that mission on, things changed. Whether it was a silent presence at occasional meals, back up on routine missions, or even talks of leadership options to rank up in the Spider Society. From that mission on - you had a new, rather large, blue and red shadow.