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jordanstrophe · 2 years
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Ship wreck whump:
Stranded on an island with whumper, forced to work together for survival -But both are constantly expecting the other to stab them in the back. 
Stranded with a caretaker where whumpee gets injured from the wreck. Caretaker has only scarce resources to patch them up.
It’s easy to fall sick when all you have is salty sea water and fruit of questionable origins. The day is blazing, and the night is a frozen wasteland. When whumpee falls ill with a fever, all caretaker can do is try and keep their temperature level. 
Bonus points: Whumpee falls ill with whumper, and they’re forced to take care of them. If they die, they both surely will.  
Bonus bonus points: Whumper falls ill <:
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whumpee finding out something about their family and confronting their parents about it
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purple-heart-x · 2 years
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A Trade- Chapter 11
Hi guys I’ve been very unmotivated to do much :/ Sorry about that. Here’s a chapter though! The mans is still pretty pathetic, but he was coherent for a few seconds too… Interesting. :)
Tagging: @redwhump, @whumpsday, @shydragonrider, @equestrianwritingsstuff, @stuck-in-this-mortal-form
Taglist is always open! I keep forgetting, but I did comb through every single post on my blog since last time I posted an update to A Trade. If I've somehow misplaced your name, feel free to remind me <3
Anyways, enjoy!
"Y-You can't do this!" Theo wailed, scrabbling at the restraints with his free hand.
"Spite, you need to calm down," Yoru said firmly, placing a hand over the man's flailing one.
Eyes wide, Spite jerked away, sobbing in terror as the taller man, Crimson, approached. At the last moment, he hid his face, curling up to protect himself.
Had he stayed watching a moment later, he would have seen the way the hero froze at his reaction, horrified.
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Isaac stood stock-still, staring at Spite's cowering form. He had seen his enemy go from a sneering, cruel, self-assured criminal to an injured, whimpering, terrified shadow of his former self within days. But despite everything he had witnessed, despite seeing him whimper and beg Aki for mercy, he had never expected to be seen as the threat. For a closer-to-coherent Spite to fear him.
Aki caught his eye, asking silently if he was okay. Taking a breath, he nodded. Spite had everything to fear here. It only made sense that he was terrified.
Slowly, he approached the bed once more.
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Theo's heart beat wildly as he huddled in the corner of the bed, just waiting for them to hurt him. There was only one reason they would restrain him, and they had every reason to hurt him. His heart sank as he heard a shuffling footstep draw closer. He wanted to curl up so badly, but his back was already on fire, and he couldn't bring himself to struggle any more.
Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he wondered whether he would even bother to cry.
The decision was automatic. The minute the footsteps stopped, he let out a sob, terror eroding at his defenses.
Hysterical and alone, all he could do was beg. He pleaded as hard as he could, sobbing that he was sorry, that he'd be better, or at least to please not hurt his back anymore. Please.
Please.
All of his increasingly desperate bargains were ignored as a hand drew closer. And closer. And closer.
His breath hitched and his vision mercifully blacked out before he could feel the pain he knew would follow.
It didn't last for all too long. He woke a short time later, though how short he did not know. The moment he blinked his eyes open, though, something moved. 
His breath hitched involuntarily and he shifted away from the sudden movement. Froze when his wide eyes met dark brown ones. 
Oh god.
“Are you thirsty?” the familiar voice asked.
He didn’t know. Am I?
“Y…Yes,” he decided, still tense as he watched the hero move around his bed. 
His head felt fuzzy, still catching up with the situation. His heart, though, still dropped when Yoru put the cup down on a counter and paused, body blocking Spite’s view of the cup. 
The hero turned and approached the bed once more.
Spite’s eyes were locked on the cup, only to squeeze closed as the pain in his back flared once he tried to sit up. He shook his head, clamping his mouth closed.
Distorted voices drew his attention, but he ignored them, curling up as best as he could and turning his face away from the cup. The voices got louder and demanded answers, but it was so loud… Too loud…
He couldn’t hold in a whimper as someone tried to hold the cup to his mouth. He thrashed, feeling liquid spill over his face and neck, until he was sure they weren’t near. He didn’t open his eyes or mouth, terrified of falling back into the darkness again. The voices around him were quieter, perhaps watching him.
They didn’t pursue him, so he hid his face once more and sobbed silently into the pillow.
Aki sighed. "Spite. It's just water. You said you were thirsty, right?"
The man only sobbed harder, shaking his head violently. 
"Do you want something to eat, then?" Aki asked, trying to keep his voice gentle.
Another violent shake of the head, the supervillain's breath stuttering as he hiccuped, distressed and evidently terrified of ingesting anything.
Aki ventured a hesitant step closer to the bed. "Okay, Spite. That's fine. That means you'll need some more fluids in your IV, though."
His head shot up at the mention of the IV. "N-No," he cried, starting to pull at the restraints. "No, you c-can't-!"
Aki laid his hand on Spite's, doing his best to go slowly. "It's okay now, that's okay. Can you tell me what made you so scared?"
“Please,” the man whimpered, tensing visibly.
And even as he shuddered as his eyes began to flutter, he repeated it.
“Please.”
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bisexuawolfsalt · 10 months
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Amputation
A whumper modifying whumpee so they can’t fight back. Whumpee hits them? Their hand gets taken. Kicks at them? Legs are taken
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bebx · 8 months
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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
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honestlydarkprincess · 2 months
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i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die
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viaalterego · 8 months
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feeling called out today
credit: _ADWills
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greykolla-art · 4 months
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My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚
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candaru · 8 months
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no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.
I'm doing this for their own good.
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finleycannotdraw · 7 months
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we need all types of art in fandoms
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whump-in-the-closet · 4 months
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when a powerful figure is reduced to kneeling. when the lord is forced to bow. when the exile stumbles into an unwelcoming bar. when the “beast” is chained by their horns. when a god is dragged behind their enemy’s chariot, a captive and trophy. when the loyal “guard dog” character is muzzled and the silver-tongued thief falls silent in horror.
that’s the shit
it’s about the contrapasso. the reversal of roles and the sudden, plunging terror of being unable to hide.
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midknightmenace · 2 months
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Whumpee over hallucinating
Untrusting of their eyes now and broken after so long hallucinating they finally snap. Cuts/rips their own eyes out, caretaker finds them like a day later "What have you done, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" " I made them stop." Creepy smile paired with the blood still present on their face, clothes and hands. Horrified caretaker. Trauma!
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whump-it-like-its-hot · 8 months
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So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?
“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”
And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.
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foundfamilywhump · 2 months
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being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.
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whumpshaped · 7 months
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on the topic of villains redeemed or whatever... i also dislike that whenever a villain joins the good side they suddenly become weak as fuck. KEEP THEM VICIOUS. KEEP THEM SCARY. ALLOW THEM TO BE TERRIFYING AT TIMES SO THE HEROES CAN JUST EXCHANGE LOOKS OF "holy fucking shit i am so glad theyre on our side now"
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