#whump wounds

[miseribusiness]

Broken Reflections

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The following work includes moderately graphic descriptions of burn wounds, depressive tendencies, self hatred, and the topic of (slightly) premeditated murder (Character wishes for another characters death). If this work is not suitable for you, please scroll

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The white sheet looked ghostly, flowing limply and resting against the sink counter as the breeze from the open window toyed with its physics. As one would with a ghost, Thatcher remained wary and stared at the circular mass beyond the sheet. It was a mirror, that's all it was.

He had been working up the courage to look at his new appearance for months as he’d now healed moderately from the burns he sustained when the manor fell in flames, of course being held down against the fire and feeling his skin rip, tear and blister as he screamed for the one person he loved to stop would result in some hefty issues. It's been six months, he can stop being dramatic now, can't he?

Working up the courage to look at himself had not been easy. The mere idea of it sent a chill down his spine and more often than not, nausea would plague him, caressing his thoughts with the taste of stomach acid. Overall about 65 percent of his body had been burned, primarily on his left side and the expanse of his back had been so bad that cloth of any sort had caused tears to well in his eyes and his body to become dizzy with pain. His face had not been exempted.

The left side of his face was of a differing, blotchy skin tone now. His flesh sensitive and warped, digging into his soul more than the muscle if anything. He hated himself plenty beforehand but this truly felt like a curse. Perhaps he was in damnation or limbo, forever woven in with self hatred. That would suck. And still, he stares longingly at the billowing white sheet, as if to challenge it. Eventually he had to work up the courage to look at himself, right? He had to. What kind of fucking wimp bitch couldnt look at themselves in the mirror anyway? He grimaced at the train of thought, derailing from one thought to the next as his mind became a clusterfuck of emotion, all bundled up inside the singular issue he faced. All of this, for the task of looking into his reflection and seeing the monster he's become. He truly is a wimp.

Lucius Thatcher rips the sheet of the mirror, not allowing himself to dwell for much longer. The seconds pass by the minute it seems, his heart racing at the sight of his mutilated image. He turns his face slowly to the right, grimacing at the grotesque imagery painting itself over his scalp and cheek, his ear semi melded to the skin and cut right through the lower half of his ear lobe after he’d ripped himself away from the wreckage. His arm had followed suit when he did.

Lucius Thatcher is going to kill Sasha Auburn for doing this to him.

#whump #whump oc #whump wounds #writers on tumblr #whump author #hurt no comfort #depressed character #oc whump #fantasy

[letitbehurt]

Cauterizing wounds. A fervent “bite this,” before a bit is shoved between Whumpee’s teeth; shallow breaths and white knuckles; tear tracks and sweat-soaked hair; red-hot metal and burning flesh, Whumpee’s body tensing as they scream.

#I love cauterized wounds #the paradox of causing pain to heal just WORKS #bonus points if it’s field medicine and Whumpee has to be silent #Caretaker shoving a hand over Whumpee’s mouth to muffle their scream #that’s aesthetic right there #whump

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker picks whumpee up and places them gently in the car. "We need to get you to a hospital." They say hastily.

"No, no I'm okay." Whumpee speaks behind gritted teeth. They're holding their wound and tensing with each pulse of pain, they're somehow willing themselves to not grunt or cry out.

"I wasn't asking, you need to get checked out. Lean back a bit, just lie still." Caretaker puts their seat back and starts the engine, ignoring whumpee's pleads and arguing.

The car ride was tense and quiet, until whumpee breaks the silence with crying.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump angst #whump writing #whump scenario #injury whump #defiant whumpee #stern caretaker #forceful caretaker #wounded whumpee #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #protective caretaker #hospital whump #whump prompt #caretaker prompt

[dragonpyre]

Secret!Robin AU

Some things come to light...

Prev / Next / Commission info / ko-fi

#batfamily #jason todd #bruce wayne #red hood #batman #dc #dc comics #dccomics #fanart #fan art #comic #whump #he's fine I promise #just a head wound #secret robin au

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

whump fic where whumpee is being held captive by whumper and continually tries to escape to find where caretaker is being held so they can get out of here together, but as the story progresses it becomes more clear that whumpee is a victim of stockholm syndrome/brainwashing by "caretaker" and is actually being rehabilitated by "whumper" after being rescued, not kidnapped

#whumpee thinks whumper is torturing them but in reality theyre trying to treat old wounds they dont even remember sustaining #fights against being drugged but actually they're experiencing withdrawal symptoms after whumper flushed out their system #whumper making threats that whumpee will never see caretaker again but its not a threat its supposed to be a calm reassurance #the slow slow burn of whumpee realizing just how fucked their situation is and having to face that reality #whump #whump community #whump scenario #whumpee #whumper #whump ideas #implied whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whumpblr #defiant whumpee #caretaker #bad caretaker #carewhumper

[bebs-art-gallery]

Shell Wound of the Wrist (1863)

— by William Schultze

#tw blood and wound #painting #art #art history #illustration #whump #whumpblr #artist #goth #gothic #dark academia #horror #classic academia #chaotic academia #classical art #dark art #angst #artists #gothcore #art blog #artblr #whump art #whump blog #whump community #aesthetic

[letthewhumpbegin]

911 Lone Star, s2e8

#911 lone star #tk strand #carlos reyes #ronen rubinstein #rafael l silva #rafael silva #whump #whump gifs #head wound #comfort #support #worry #ltwblonestar

[lilixloveswhump]

This is your psa that not all of your writing has to be medically accurate

No, you shouldn't put alcohol on that wound. But it'd be a lot more fun to read and write if you did. So go ahead, and don't feel bad for doing so.

Bring your character back from the brink of death, give them injuries they shouldn't survive. Miracles do happen, after all. You're not a bad writer for not writing like a med student.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump trope #whump prompts #whumplr #caretaker #wounds #medical whump #injuries #injury whump #fatal injury #writing advice #writing

[comfortingcatharsis]

Having to painstakingly pick dozens of little bits out of a character's wounds- shards of glass, shrapnel, thorns, shotgun pellets, quills, gravel, &c.

#whump #whumpy text post #original whump #painful wound tending

[serickswrites]

Rot

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, wounds, rescue, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker had gone into a blind rage when they burst into the basement and seen Whumpee. Whumpee was slumped over, chains pulled tight on their wrists and throat, a pool of blood growing around them.

"C-C-Caret'errrrrrr," Whumpee rasped, weakly trying to lift their head.

The team, including medics, followed closely at Caretaker's heels. "Where is Whumper?" One had asked Caretaker.

But Caretaker didn't answer. They stared at the blood. Stared at the gaping hole in Whumpee's gut. Stared at the gurgling wound as the medics surged forward and surrounded Whumpee.

And their resolve broke. They turned on their heel and searched through the compound. Searched and searched until they found Whumper.

"It's you," Whumper sneered.

That was all it took for Caretaker to pounce on Whumper. They punched and kicked at Whumper, a wordless roar of anger ripping from their throat. Whumper fought back weakly, but they were quickly overwhelmed.

It was only when Whumper stopped moving beneath them that Caretaker stopped. Their fists were coated in blood and Whumper's face was a swollen ruin. Caretaker didn't care if Whumper was alive or dead. Or if they would live. "Rot in hell," they spat as they rose.

Caretaker could hear their name being called and their stomach dropped. Whumpee. They had run from Whumpee. They raced out into the hall and almost collided with one of the medics.

"Caretaker! Whumpee's asking for you. They.....you just better come."

Caretaker nodded, their mouth going dry at the medics words. "I'm coming, Whumpee. Hold on. Hold on," they muttered over and over as they made their way back to the basement.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw blood #tw wounds #rescue #caretaker and whumpee #tw unclear character status #mwm2024 #mwmday19 #prompt: “rot in hell” #queue

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Break-Ins and Bandages

Here is my 1500 Followers Celebratory Snippet! Thank you for helping me brainstorm, @surplus-of-sarcasm and @lilywolfgray!

The sound of the window opening had Hero whipping their head around so fast it gave them a bout of dizziness. They had been perched on the end of their mattress, holding a pack of ice to their throbbing head and trying not to aggravate the rest of the wounds littered across their battered body. As the window opened the rest of the way, Hero’s heart leapt into their throat. Villain climbed over the sill into the bedroom. Hero jumped to their feet… and promptly keeled over. Villain sped over and caught them before they could hit the floor.

“Easy, easy,” Villain said, depositing them back on their bed, “not here to hurt you. I think I did enough of that this afternoon.”

“Why- how-?”

“I banged you up pretty bad, I felt like I should try to fix it.”

Villain had a bag slung over their shoulder, and as Hero got a proper look at it, they could see it was stuffed to the brim with medical supplies.

“After I gave the cops the slip, I may have followed you home… heh, sorry.”

Villain gave them a lopsided, apologetic smile. Hero’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t give me that look! I’m a villain, not a monster! Now, let’s have a look at you.”

Despite their protests, Villain helped Hero out of their shirt and started to examine them.

“Hm,” Villain said, “I really pack a punch, huh?”

“Ya think?” Hero winced as Villain touched a particularly tender spot.

“Okay.” Villain started to rummage in their bag, “let me start with the antiseptic.”

Villain pulled out a bottle and a cotton pad. Hero scuttled back on the bed.

“Villain, I appreciate this, but please don’t-”

“Hush.”

Villain lunged with the antiseptic. Hero cried out when Villain started to clean their cuts.

“You big baby,” Villain teased, “you can survive buildings falling on you, but a little wound tending is gonna be your undoing?”

“YES!” Hero hissed, their knuckle-white fists gripping the blanket under them.

Villain shook their head with a chuckle. Once every wound was cleaned, they started to medicate them and bandage them up.

“…Thanks,” Hero said uncertainly.

“Yep,” Villain said with a satisfied smile.

Villain started to put everything away. They were about to climb back out the window when Hero found themselves grabbing their arm.

“Uh…yes?” Villain asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Hero blushed in embarrassment.

“Um… I have some old movies on DVD… if you weren’t doing anything after this…”

Villain smiled knowingly.

“Because,” Hero added quickly, “I’m still injured, someone should probably keep an eye on me so I don’t aggravate the wounds, and-”

A peck on the cheek shut Hero up straight away.

“Took you long enough, gumshoe,” Villain said.

Villain set the bag down, closed the window, and swept Hero up into a bridal carry. Hero yelped.

“Villain! Put me down!”

“You’re still injured, you said so yourself,” Villain said, “where’s your living room?”

A huff from Hero and some directions later, and the crime-fighter was nodding off on Villain’s shoulder to some fantasy movie. Villain kissed Hero on the crown of their head. Mission accomplished.

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#1500 followers celebratory snippet #hero x villain #wound tending #whump fluff #hero x villain fluff #fluff #heroes and villains #writeblr #writing #creative writing #snippet

[whump-blog]

Whump Art 9

Whumpee is safe, but terrified of his rescuers, or maybe he's still with Whumper, who is trying to be a better person, but Whumpee can't forget all the things Whumper did to him so easily.

#whump #whump art #whump art 9 #I couldn't decide which version I liked better so here are both drawings #I'm busy with life #but I want to try and keep posting #whumpee #conditioned whumpee #rescued whumpee #angst #caretaker #scared whumpee #wound #trauma response #cigarette burns #:D #whumper #whumper turned caretaker #whumper to caretaker #carewhumper #my art

[whump-kia]

something about keeping secrets. "tell no one about this," tugging a shirt sleeve over deep purple bruises on their wrists, "no one will ever believe you," the trembling of a lip debating to speak up, the biting down of teeth at the decision not to, the tears and the shaking and the fear and the unbearable relief when somebody finally knows.

#whump #whumpblr #whump prompt #whump community #kidnapping tw #abuse tw #hiding wounds #hidden injury

[jordanstrophe]

Caretaker watched the stranger deep asleep on their couch. They had no idea where whumpee came from, only they were on the side of the road in that awful storm. The power was out and they had no way to call for help.

They had wounds that weren't from the storm. They were man made and varied with different tools. It was nothing like caretaker had ever seen before...

Caretaker turned their back to light a candle when they heard a quiet thump behind them. They turned around to find whumpee off the couch against the wall trying to make their way to the door.

"Woah woah woah! You're in no condition to be up like that." Caretaker scolded. Whumpee stopped in their tracks, realizing they weren't alone. They shakily turned around with a wide-frightened gaze. Their knees slowly gave in as they sunk to the floor and stayed frozen.

Caretaker dropped to a crouch, feeling odd standing so tall over them. "I know you're hurt, so let's go back on the couch and see what we can do, okay?"

Whumpee tilted their head towards the door, listening to the crash of lightning and a downpour of rain. "How did you find me?" Whumpee spoke in a whisper.

"Luck." Caretaker shrugged, scooting an inch closer. "Did someone hurt you? Are you in some sort of trouble?" Caretaker asked.

"No." Whumpee spoke shortly. Caretaker knew that was a lie; but if that's what whumpee wanted caretaker to think to be comfortable enough to let them help, then so be it. 

#whump #caretaker #caretaking #stranger caretaker #whump drabble #whump writing #whump scenario #whumplr #injured whumpee #wounded whumpee #soft caretaker #defiant whumpee #injury whump #abused whumpee #hurt/comfort

[thats-highly-significant]

The inherent homoeroticism of 70s cop shows

#starsky and hutch #I'm back on my bullshit unfortunately #the number of scenes I could have used for this btw. Spoiled for choice is what I am #Also I now realize this show loved to do Starsky whump. They loved to put that man in a situation #Starsky gets a grievous gunshot wound and almost dies is the plot of two episodes. #The boots clip is from an episode where he gets injected with a chemical that will kill him in 24 hours if they don't get the antidote. #A day in the life amiright #sorry hutch if this looks gay to the viewers #mine

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

#writing #writing community #snippet #angst #heroes and villains #ficlet #writblr #hero/villain #hero whumpee #exhaustion #overworked #villain caretaker #whump #kind of #in case you’re wondering. yes you CAN do this to yourself. it’s completely possible #essentially what happens is if you do a motion (a pull-up) more than your body is capable #it gets mad. this is different from training till failure. this is to failure and then beyond #so while you started using the correct muscle groups you those muscles get tired and despite the tired you don’t stop #so then your body switches to muscles it SHOULDNT BE USINF and then you fuck up your elbows (in the case of pull-ups) #and then you can’t straighten your arms for a week bc the ligaments and tendons and all the little movement parts want to keep it curled in #I’m not a doctor #I’m just a gifted kid who was an athlete who got burnt out and destroyed her body lmao #this is possibly maybe based on true events that occurred #anyways. I’m not a doctor but you can use electrical tape on wounds. yes it sticks. yes it stays. it’s honestly very useful. #electrical tape > bandaids #do not do anything listed here it is BAD. do not blow out your muscles it hurts. properly clean ur injuries. I beg you. #don’t get injured at all #thank you to my friend who went “pull-up’ competition and then watched me create this angst #love u besties. drink water. go to sleep. summon demons. ❤️ self care