#whumpprentice

[soursagas]

inspired by this ask for @sowhumpshaped by @whumpprentice

m don’t like using “Caretaker” “Whumpee” names but don’t know what else use….

content: paranoia, comfort

They couldn’t take their eyes off the tall windows in the room. Whenever Caretaker attempted to gently turn their head back to them away from the windows, they could only handle a few seconds at most before the panic insisted to keep their eyes open.

Both of them sat on the low bed, surrounded by many soft stuffed plushies and blanket, all arranged to surround them.

“I can’t! I can’t, they’re going to come through the window! Th-They’re going to get me and and steal me!” They gasp through their sobs, “Steal me aw-away!” Their hands reached up, grabbing their hair frantically as if it would calm themself down.

“They’re not! They can’t they’re…they’re…gone…we saw…” Caretaker attempted to will his own tears away unsuccessfully. He gently squeezed Whumpee arms, silently begging them to look at him, to no avail.

He could see the days of exhaustion and fatigue catching up to them. If only their body would let them rest…he barely knew what to do.

He wished he had installed new curtains after the old ones broke. He had no idea this would be such a distressing problem for them.

He looked up at the top of the windows. The bar… The bar for curtains was still there. He stood up, apologizing for startling Whumpee, grabbed one of the abundance of blankets around them, and threw it over the bar. After adjusting the length carefully, he deemed them successful stand-ins.

He knew there was no way this would be a permanent solution. Curtains could only deter Whumpees paranoia for so long, before their mind caught up to it.

But maybe…for tonight at least…

“Whumpee look, no one can see inside now, no way of knowing we’re in this room!”

He had to be careful, hoping this logic would combine with Whumpees.

They looked up, face red and covered in snot and tears with dark circles under their eyes to go along with it.

“It’s…..”

Caretaker bent down to squeeze them in a tight hug and sat with them on the fluffy bed. There wasn’t a way to fully lay down, not with all the pillows piling up. So he adjusting the both of them into a semi-laying position, all while holding Whumpee.

With the dim glow of the nightlight, it reminded Caretaker of a memory in the past, accompanied by a tune he thought he’d forgotten. He began to slowly hum, hoping it wouldn’t disturb Whumpee.

But when he looked down he could see their eyes barely staying open. No need to encourage them, he knew they would close on their own soon enough.

Long after Whumpee had fallen asleep, Caretaker hums slowly came to a stop, as he himself succumbed to slumber.

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what s comfort

here’s this thing

[whumpshaped]

also stubborn whumpee mid recovery who keeps insisting they can do things and mildly exasperated caretaker being like "no. No don't do that. I've got you "

i specifically love this when whumpee only listens to caretaker. for whatever reason. so caretaker HAS to be brought in every time whumpee is acting up

[fern-writes-whump]

Write vampires for me >:3

hi >:3

I made two whole ass new characters for this because the brainrot runs deep this time. I'll post a little blurb about the characters later, for now have this ✨✨

I'm 100% writing more of this but I need a better idea for the plot other than "pining"

content: vampire ch, mentions of blood, mention of self harm (not graphic), mentions of violence

"What are you doing?" Finn would have jumped a foot in the air if he still had the strength to do anything more than limp from his bed to the kitchen and back again. So he limited himself to simply shrieking a rather creative string of curses, and turning around to glare at his roommate. The same roommate who, he might add, shouldn't even be awake given it was nearly three am.

He swallowed before addressing him, still clutching at his heart like an outraged old lady. "What the fuck August?" He stared at him some more, then, sure his disgruntled expression had gotten across everything it needed to, he turned his attention back to the fridge. He opened it, squinting at the dim light that was still managing to give him a headache.

"You look like shit." August sounded almost annoyed, like he was the one having the worst week of his life and not, you know, just the guy who had the misfortune to witness it.

"Thank you, I try." He muttered, rummaging through boxes of leftovers and half-empty bottles of condiments. He would have loved to make more of a joke out of it, banter like he usually did before disappearing back into his room. But he truly didn't have the energy for it. The taller man sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. Finn didn't need to turn around to know he wasn't amused.

"You need to eat, Finn." His voice was gentler this time, making Finn's shoulders slump.

He grabbed a random container and shut the fridge door, leaving the only faint illumination in the room coming from the corridor. He popped the lid off of the container, revealing two-day-old meatloaf, and shook it a little in front of August. "I am."

"You know it doesn't do anything."

"Stops me feeling hungry." Finn shrugged, retrieving a fork and pushing the meat around like the motion might make it more appealing.

"Does it stop the dizziness? The migraines? The cramps?"

Finn let the fork clatter to the counter and threw his hands up in both frustration and surrender. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to eat."

"I can't do that. I'm not-" He inhaled and held his breath for a few seconds. "I'm not doing that." His tone was final, they had already had this argument and he didn't want to repeat it another time. He hadn't slept since the night he was attacked. It wasn't even the hunger, it was the fact that every time he closed his eyes he could feel that pain again. He would rather starve than become the same monster that had ruined him.

"And what, starve?" August dragged a hand across his face, surely suppressing all the colorful appellatives he wanted to use at that moment. "I'm not going to just sit here and watch as you let yourself die, Finn."

The silence was heavy. For a minute or so they just stood there, looking each other in the eyes. Neither had said it up until that point. August had brought up feeding multiple times and Finn had always refused, but they had always tiptoed around what that actually meant. If Finn refused blood for much longer he was going to die, properly this time. As sure as he thought he was of his plans, hearing it still knocked the wind out of him.

"I. I can't… I don't-" He cut himself off when August stepped forward and he instinctively stumbled back a few feet. Not that it made a difference, he could smell him from anywhere in the apartment. That was another thing he refused to say out loud. He could feel how alive he was, and he craved it. It terrified him to no end. He silently watched August walk past him and rummage in a drawer, puzzled at first, then shocked when he turned around holding a knife.

He took another step back, colliding clumsily with a cabinet. "What are you doing?" His behavior up to this point didn't really hint at any murderous intent, especially since he was the sole advocate for Finn to not die left in the apartment.

August's voice was shaking ever so slightly, but his hands were not. "You're hungry. It doesn't matter if you don't want to feed. If you smell blood then you'll drink it." He balled his left hand into a fist and hovered the knife above his wrist. He stared at it for a few seconds then at Finn.

"That- that's the entire problem!" He shouted. He didn't know if he should press himself further into the corner he had backed himself into or if he should dive for the knife. "I- I don't know if I would be able to control myself!" He took a careful step forward, his hands open in front of him. "August, don't do anything stupid." He looked at him, then at the knife, still out of reach.

August huffed, shaking his head. "Don't make me do anything stupid then." He huffed and set the knife down on the counter. In two quick strides, he was by Finn's side, way too close for comfort.

"Please." He didn't say anything else, simply raising his arm between them, an unmistakable offer. It took every ounce of self-control in Finn's body not to jump on him right then and there. And that was why he couldn't accept. That was why he didn't have a choice.

With trembling hands, he reached for August's forearm and held onto it like it was the most fragile thing in the world.

"I don't want to hurt you."

August had the audacity to roll his eyes. Finn was nauseous with the anxiety of potentially killing someone and the fucker rolled his eyes at it. "You won't. I trust you."

If that was supposed to ease his nerves, it had the opposite effect. How could he trust him? He barely trusted himself. He swallowed and nodded. He had no idea what was about to happen to either of them, but he was too hungry to think anymore.

He slowly lowered his head, bringing his lips to the soft skin of August's wrist. He could hear his heart hammering in his chest. He was scared. He didn't want to show it but he was.

Finn glanced up at the other man, letting his eyes linger there for a moment before finally sinking his teeth into his skin.

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

Are all your lady whump characters just one time designs? Or do you plan on writing/ drawing something else with any of them? I love a lot of them and think your character design is stellar

Some of them were just For The Vibe, but there's quite a few I'd love to expand more on because I'm obsessed with the aesthetic. I've always loved 1950's pin ups and religious imagery, so I'd definitely revisit the sexy sword nun and housewife. I was also talking to a friend about how badly I wanted to make a ditzy carewhumper in a slutty goth nurse costume but couldn't think of a solid story for her yet, so that's 100% where her design came from and will be seen again once I get a better idea for her.

Plus, all the Pt 3 ladies are my actual OCs that already have some content, so they'll always be around (:

[doggonewhumper]

"Seriously, I'm Fine"

made using @whumpprentice 's sickfic wheel

Reyna knew she wasn't supposed to be here.

She was walking down the stairs to the dungeons, a cloak wrapped around her shoulders to ward off the chilly air. She knew a mage had been captured, and she wanted to see them. Why? She didn't know. She just felt some sort of... connection to the poor mage. She would never know what the feeling was unless she sought it out, so there she was, disobeying the biggest rule she was given - don't go into the dungeons. She knew that her brother was just trying to protect her; she was always sick and weak, and there were dangerous criminals held underneath the castle. Despite this, she still wandered the cell-lined halls, peaking into each one. She didn't know what she would do when she found the mage, but that didn't matter to her. Not yet.

"What's a little girl doing in a place like this?" one prisoner jeered. She made a face and ignored him. Yes, she was small, but she was no child!

She continued searching until she found a cell with an injured person. They were wrapped in bloody bandages, lying on the floor facing away from the door. They had long hair that was spread out on the floor. Somehow, she knew this was the mage.

"Hello? Um, hello?" Reyna whispered. The mage stirred, turning to face her. Their eyes widened when they saw her, but they didn't say anything.

"Hi! Um, are you... or rather, do you want something to eat?" she asked softly. The mage sat up slowly, wincing, and nodded, still not speaking. Reyna pulled an apple out of the pouch on her belt and held it out. Her slim wrist easily fit in between the bars of the cell. The mage crawled over hesitantly. "It's okay, I promise," she soothed. The mage reached out slowly. About an inch from the apple, their hand quickly latched on to her wrist, making her drop the apple. They pulled so that her body and head slammed into the bars. Her cry echoed against the stone walls of the dungeon.

"I'm not stupid. You won't poison me!" the mage yelled. They let go of her arm, and she cradled her wrist to her chest. They took the apple and threw it at her. It hit the cell bars, but she still flinched away as it hit close to her face.

"No, no! It's not poisoned!" Reyna cried out, teary-eyed. Before she could say more, footsteps and the clanking of armor echoed down the hall. Her brother, Roman, and a couple other guards ran up to her, weapons drawn.

"Reyna!" Roman called. He grabbed her and held her close, glaring at the mage.

"I'm fine!" Reyna said. She struggled against her brother as he held her head to his chest, trying to see the mage again. "Seriously, I'm fine!"

Roman didn't respond, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her out of the dungeons. She struggled at first, but she quickly resigned herself to being carried, shaking like a leaf. The last thing she heard was a cell door opening, a snap, and a scream.

[whumpitisthen]

I am not really big on intimate whumpers but I can make an exception if they’re hot enough ( vampires are always hot enough)

Vampires are always hot enough

You 🤝 Me

[syncope-syndrome]

What's the earliest whump you remember enjoying?

The injury reveal scene in Mulan. There's a couple other moments I can think of, because I was such a Disney girl as a child and Disney has a shocking amount of solid whump inspiration, but that was the first moment I thought of when you asked this question.

[petrichordal]

Hellooo other sickfic whump blog! I've decided we're besties because our icons kinda match and I think that's beautiful <3

Hello!! Nice to meet you!! ☺️ This was my sad attempt at being anonymous (can’t be recognized if I am but a smol sad cat on the internet…).

Absolutely feel free to invade my space and chatter! I’m eager to make friends I am just very very shy and awkward,,, ✨

[whumpprentice]

characters that exclusively refer to each other by their last names switching to first names when things get dire <3

[fluffyblueblanket123]

🩸 for the ask game!

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! I’m so sorry it took so long. I do hope you enjoy it.

🩸 Losing a lot of blood

Martin smiled as he plated the food that he made for dinner.

Whenever one of them had late nights at the Magnus Institute, the other would make dinner. Jon was the one who mainly stayed late but there were some rare occasions that he got to leave on time and make dinner. Martin loved those days because Jon would try out a brand new recipe, so he decided he would be adventurous and try a new recipe this time around.

Martin had the table set up and was going to get the cups when the door to the flat opened. He grinned.

“Welcome home love,” he called as he walked over to the door. “Did everything go…”

Martin stopped and saw Jon leaning on the wall, clutching his abdomen. He could see blood gushing through his fingers.

“Oh my god!” Martin ran to him. “Jon—”

“Martin,” Jon gritted his teeth in pain. “First aid kit. Bathroom. Now.”

Martin didn’t waste any time rushing Jon to the bathroom. He had him sit down on the toilet and quickly got out the first aid kit. He was trying not to panic but he wasn’t sure if he was succeeding. Probably not though.

“I’ll get you sorted real quick and then we’ll get you to hospital—” Martin said rapidly as he got out the correct items.

“No!” Jon rasped, groaning in pain. “No hospital.”

“Jon, I haven’t even seen the wound yet, but even I can tell you’re losing a lot of blood,” Martin pushed. “You need the hospital.”

Jon shook his head. “No. No hospital. I can…stitch it…here…”

“Jon!”

“I’m not…going—”

Martin sighed. This wasn’t getting them anywhere. “Ok…” He was very worried about him and decided that he’d take care of that part later.

Jon looked at him, thrown off guard. “What?”

Martin didn’t respond. He wanted to get the bleeding under control. He lifted up Jon’s shirt, wincing at the injury. “Jon…This is terrible…”

“When a monster attacks you…” Jon groaned.

Martin started to clean the wound as carefully as he could. Jon was staying as still as he could but Martin knew that he was in a lot of pain. He eventually finished dressing the wound.

“Jon—” Martin started as he washed his hands.

“No…” Jon interrupted, a slight heat in his tone. “Don’t ask again…”

Martin sighed. He dried his hands and started to clean up the mess. “Maybe an ambulance can come by—”

“Martin.” Jon interrupted again. “Please. I just want to rest and forget about this…”

Martin nodded. He put the first aid kit down and sat down on the side of the bath tub.

“I understand,” Martin whispered. He took one of Jon’s hands and gently squeezed it. “But you lost a lot of blood…I’m worried about you…”

Jon looked at him and took in a shaky breath, squeezing Martin’s hand.

“I just need to rest,” said Jon. “And tea. You make the best tea…”

Martin smiled a bit at the attempt of flattery.

“Maybe…We should call Elias?” Martin asked. “Maybe he can—”

“Absolutely not,” Jon sighed, wincing. “We’re not calling my father…”

Martin sighed once more.

“Ok…ok…”

Jon squeezed Martin’s hand again.

“I’ll be fine love…” he whispered. “I’m tougher than I look…”

Martin let out a breathless laugh and rested his forehead on top of Jon’s head.

“I know…” he whispered back.

“We’ll get through this…” Jon whispered again.

“Yeah…” Martin nodded. “We will.”

[whumpprentice]

I stand at a really weird crossroads where written stuff means everything is fair game but if I'm watching it then I'm not going to suspend my disbelief lmao. I've had to pause a show/ movie before at particularly atrocious CPR

Very lenient about head injuries and fevers in either medium though

this or that - whump tropes (45)

as someone who doesnt know much about injuries and medical stuff i dont really care about inaccurate portrayals of those things (or, usuually dont notice at all lol) but someone who is more knowledgeable might cringe at those scenes

[whumpshaped]

Also also. Fiercely protective caretaker. Practically snarling at someone to stay away from whumpee, to let them rest, to not touch them. Something about that unwavering safety

YES. GO CARETAKER. I LOVE A SCARY CARETAKER. PLEASE

[fern-writes-whump]

hey! just wanted to say your superpowers with side effects got me to sit down and write for the first time in like four years. it shows, it’s kind of not great, but it's really nice to have made something for once :] thank you so much for that 



omg I literally love you so much I'm so happy you're writing again!! And don't worry about the quality of the stuff you make right after a break, you gotta warm up!! I'm sure you're doing amazing <3<3

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

also I trust you’ve seen bound (1996)? Right up your alley

I saw that movie when I was 14 and let me tell you. Let me tell you. I am almost 42% sure it's the reason I'm so fruity today.

[whumpprentice]

Man it sure. Is. Listening to the audiobook and have spent half the time like !!!!

fam u need to read crime and punishment bc dostoyevsky really sat down and wrote an 800 page sickfic with a crime side plot

IS IT REALLY???? I bought a downright gorgeous copy of it from an antique store and I do intend on reading it but it's moved up my list now thank you LOL

[whumpprentice]

Reminder for myself and anyone else who needs it that writers put effort into their work!! and they probably don't mind if you ask a lot of questions!! those are their babies!