#hurt whumpee

[whump-allthe-way]

whumpee’s that are mid recovery; their wounds are scabbing over and their bruises are fading, they don’t flinch or cower away when someone enters their room and they can leave the house now! they can control their panic attacks more than they could, and on some days they can calm themselves down after nightmares. they still wake up screaming, voice cracking though the day once they’ve calmed down, and they still struggle to eat foods with certain textures, spending an annoying amount of time in the bathroom, stomach protesting the food they used to love. they’re not okay, and they wont be for a very long time, they’re still terrified of every shadow, they still need caretaker around to help, but they’re getting better, and there can feel apart of them restore with every wound that scabs over and every bruise fade away.

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[the-baby-storyteller]

I love when a team soothes a character.

I love when the character is hurt and pained with glossy eyes on the edge of tears when their friends get to them.

I love the shushing and holding and murmuring and gentle touches.

I love when the character gasps for air, pushing themselves to speak, trying desperately to get words out, and the team just gently rebukes them, tells them not to speak.

The character remembers everything that happened, the fear, the danger, the threatening words from their attacker. They have to let the team know, have to tell them, have to get it out now.

They try desperately to get the words out, gasping for air and choking on it, almost on the verge on tears as they sputter incoherently.

But the team, they know it’s important, they know they’ll need to be told. But they also know right now the character needs calm, needs to be calm, above all else.

So they shush them calmly against their pleas and protests, tell them to relax, to be calm, soothe them. The character nearly bursts into tears but they hold them softly and tell them it’s alright, it’s alright, right now they need to sleep.

The character, amidst their tears, is lulled to bed amongst the rocking of the teammate and their own strained pleas.

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[whump-4-ever]

Bitter-Sweet

Don’t ask what this is because I don’t have an answer for that 😂 just let me know if you’d like a part 2!

Whumpee huffed out a low, incoherent groan as he slowly drifted back into consciousness. Right away he picked up on the familiar sensation of fingers running through his hair in a soothing, repetitive manner and the warm, welcoming scent of perfume, the exact kind of perfume he remembered Caretaker always using. With a grueling amount of effort, Whumpee peeled sticky eyelids apart and blinked sluggishly a couple times to clear the blurriness from his vision. As his ability to see gradually returned, his surroundings going from fuzzy shapes to actual objects, he very quickly realized that he was laying in the back seat of a car with someone’s arms wrapped around him, holding him close. When he shifted just the slightest bit, a face materialized above him, hovering just a few inches away from his own.

“-an you hear me, baby?”

Caretaker, Whumpee’s brain supplied. A warm rush of relief flooded through him despite only hearing some of what had been said. He was no longer in Whumper’s compound. His team had come for him. He’d been rescued.

“Hey,” Caretaker murmured, her brilliant emerald irises, glistening with fear and distress, meeting his glassy, unfocused gaze. “Whumpee?”

Whumpee’s lips parted as he prepared his body for speech, but when he tried to talk, he found that his mouth muscles were horribly stiff. Despite his best efforts to form words, all that came out was a quiet, breathy groan.

“Shhhhh,” Caretaker hushed him gently, cupping his cheek with her palm and stroking her thumb back and forth in an effort to keep him from panicking. “It’s me, sweetheart. It’s Caretaker. We found you. You’re gonna be okay. Just stay with me, alright?”

‘Stay with me?’ That part confused the hell out of him. What did Caretaker mean? He was right there with her, and judging by how heavy his body felt, he certainly wasn’t getting up and leaving any time soon. A frown pulled at his eyebrows as he examined his surroundings again, aiming to understand why she was behaving this way, hoping to pick up on something he may have missed. Everything appeared to be normal, so what in the world was she talking about? “…wha’s….’ong…?” Whumpee slurred, a pang of worry shooting through his chest. That’s when it all made sense, when he finally saw it. There was a large, crimson-colored stain on his shirt, right where his abdomen was. He had no idea how he hadn’t seen it. It was at that moment that he noticed how difficult it was for him to get a good breath, and how much he was shaking, how weak his muscles were. “…C-C’ret’k….?”

“Shhhh, it’s okay,” Caretaker hushed him again, adjusting her position so she could cradle him as close to her chest as possible without making things worse.

“How’s he doing, Caretaker?” Someone suddenly questioned from the driver’s seat.

Whumpee knew that voice. He’d know it anywhere. How could he not? “D-Dad,” he wheezed.

Caretaker swallowed the lump in her throat before responding with a weak, “Just hurry.” She kept her eyes on Whumpee the whole time and started stroking his hair again, nothing but horror and desperation written into her facial expression.

That’s when the pain hit, and it hit hard. With absolutely no warning, a brutal, merciless fire ignited in Whumpee’s gut, burning furiously as if trying to devour his insides. Pulses of electricity zigzagged up and down his arm at the same time, causing him to grit his teeth. Then came the worst part, the agony embedded in his right temple that indicated a head injury. It was as if someone was digging into his skull with a sharp, jagged knife, and as much as he wanted to fight it off, he just couldn’t hold back the cry of pain that erupted from the back of his throat, couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in his eyes and streaming down his face.

“….f-fuck….hur’s so bad….” Whumpee choked out. He squeezed his eyes shut as his body shivered so violently that it could’ve been a convulsion.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. We’re almost there.” Caretaker bit her lower lip, her fear only intensifying at the sight of him. He was deteriorating rapidly, and she really didn’t know if they were going to make it. “Whumpee, I love you. I love you so much,” she whispered as she buried her face in his hair, ever so gently rocking side to side in hopes that it would do something to help. “Stay with me, sweetheart. Stay with me.” She repeated herself every few moments, praying to whoever was listening that they would get him to the medics in time. It was about five minutes later when Whumpee suddenly went limp in her arms. “Wh-Whumpee?” Caretaker cradled his face in both hands, staring down at his closed eyes as panic seized her heart. “Please hang on…..please….”

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[whumpschild]

Comatose

TW

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[whumpandthewild]

whumpee has a horrible dream. maybe they got kidnapped, maybe they got seriously ill, maybe something else. whatever it was, they wake up in cold sweat but they know that it wasn't real. it was just a stupid, scary dream.

then they turn around and lay their head down on a pillow drenched in blood. their blood.

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[boxboysandotherwhump]

After weeks of a creative dry spell I have written some Aleksey whump.

Taglist: @ashintheairlikesnow @vickytokio @orchidscript @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @whither-wander-whump @dragyouthroughthewhump @studyofwhump @secretwhumplair @whump-queen @whump-captain @whumpsday @squishablesunbeam @wolfeyedwitch

CW: post torture, past mutilation mention, blood magic mention, heavyly conditioned whumpee

Early octobre frost creeped through the tiny gaps in the ancient towers' cobblestone walls.

Aleksey shivered deeper into his straw bed, a few stalks poked through the thin summer sheet. His blanket rustled. Tomorrow, he would need to swap the linen sheets for the sturdier cotton ones, get his masters' wollen underbed from the cellar and air it out while the days were still sunny. The thicker blankets could use some air too, and a round with the rug beater to get the dust out.

He shuddered just thinking about that thing. It was months ago that his master had used it on him last, but the mere memory made his eyes sting with unshed tears.

He hadn’t ever meant to disobey his master, to sink to the level of an insolent, ungrateful brat, sniveling and squealing. But he’d been terrified when his master announced the next thing to go was his hand. Not just a finger or a bit of skin. His whole hand!

Aleksey pressed his stumb against his chest and curled up. His broken body yearned to protect itself, bending until damaged skin stretched under crinkling bandages and Aleksey hissed.

Pain, like a hundred stinging ant bites skittered up and down his back, biting and burning deep into his flesh, where his skin had been carefully flayed, peeled away in thin layers, while his master cooed gentle praise into his ear.

At first, it had barely hurt. Not with the numbing cream his master had gently rubbed into his back before the procedure began, but now, hours after, the pain broke through the medicinal numbness.

And build.

Relentless.

Aleksey whimpered into the scratchy pillow, feet rubbing against one another, toes curling. His thin blanket brushed his bandaged back and he bit his arm to keep from crying out. His master hated to hear him make a fuss, to see his tears.

Be still.

If only he could make it through the night in graceful silence. Tomorrow, after breakfast, his master would surely give him something for the pain.

The stinging had grown into sharp stabs of pain, the phantom sensation of his master's hot blade coming to life in his body. Aleksey stifled a sob, clutching the hay filled mattress for dear life. The hay rustled softly, a few straws snapped.

Unable to bear it any longer, Aleksey slipped out of his bed and struggled into his thick housecoat. With a scarf wrapped around his head and an extra pair of socks for good measure, did he sneak upstairs, past his master's quarters until he reached the laboratory on the top floor.

He fought the urge to throw up at the sight of the dissection table, he’d spend the majority of the day strapped onto while his master had carved skin from-

Bile rose up his throat but Aleksey forced it back down, a sweaty hand clasped over his mouth.

It’s the price you pay for helping people. For helping master. It’s the price to do good. To be good. You’re good. You’re good. You’re good.

He fumbled through some cabinets next to the door, hasty, unseeing, until his hand found what he searched for.

His muzzle. The soft comfortable one he got to wear during the procedures of sacrifice. When his master would take him apart to offer pieces of him to the gods and draw magic with his blood.

Aleksey never understood why the gods longed to be worshiped in cruelty, why their contracts had to be drawn in blood instead of fingerpaint, their prayers weeped and not sung. But it wasn’t his place to understand. It wasn’t even his place to question.

His place was to serve, and that he would do. So Aleksey slipped the muzzle over his face.

It took some fumbling with the straps until he managed to properly secure it but once the muzzle was snuck around his face and kept him quiet, Aleksey headed downstairs towards the kitchen.

He closed the door as quietly as he could and began to work.

The warmth of the fire growing in the oven soothed his aching bones and the familiarity of cleaning was the distraction he needed from his burning back.

He moved tenderly, a slow dance, robbed of grace by pain and missing limbs. But tonight there was no audience to judge him.

When his master wandered down into the kitchen hours later he found a sleeping Aleksey, muzzled and curled up next to the oven. The last embers still glimmered in the ashes and a fresh loaf of bread cooled on the polished table.

A tender smile spread across the man's face.

“Wake up my darling boy. It’s time for breakfast.”

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[zeiniszein]

Whumpee tries to run away but they can't get too far. Whumper finds them and brings them back as expected. As they are heading home, whumper maintains a dreadfull silence. Whumpee is panicking. Silence means anger. Silence means punishment. Silence means pain.

When they get to whumper's basement, Whumper places whumpee on the metal table and starts treating the injuries they got while running. They wipe the blood from the small cut on their cheeks and clean the scratchs on their palms.

Whumpee, unable to hold it in anymore, crys in fear "I'm sorry whumper. I'm sorry i won't run away any more i promis i won't. please don't punish me I'm so sorry..."

whumper hushes them"I forgive you my dear, i won't punish you."

whumpee takes a deep breath, relived.

Whumper caresses whumpee's cheek and smiles. But suddenly, their expression darkens. They grab whumpee's leg, pull it and twist it. Whumpee crys in sudden pain and all the oxygen leaves their lungs.

" why ... why would you do that? you said you'd forgive me!" whumpee yelled in agony. They had experienced a dislocated shoulder years before meeting whumpee, But this pain was much more like a broken bone. a very BADLY broken bone.

Whumper leaned down on whumpee who was trying to take shallow breath to overcome pain, and smiled once more.

" Oh my beloved whumpee! This wasn't a punishment dear, Im just making sure you won't make the same mistake all over again" And there, They dislocate whumpee's other leg, get them down the table and throw them in to their cell while whumpee shouted in unspeakable pain.

After locking the cell door, just before leaving whumpee, Whumper looked over the bars and said " May you never leave me"

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[montammil]

It’s a Dog Eat Dog World

CW: Dog attacks, missing eye (but no descriptive eye whump)

...

 Whumpee really thought they were getting out when they saw the gate come into view. Just a few more steps, and they could be free, away from this hell hole, away from Whumper.

They couldn’t wait to see Caretaker again, the only reason they’ve been staying sane these past months. 

Suddenly, they hear barking. Before they even have time to look in the direction of the barking, they’re being thrown to the ground, a large dog on top of them, teeth bared all the way.

The dog goes right for their face, and...

Whumpee jolts awake from the nightmare, noticing Caretaker hovering over them with worry.

“I’m okay,” they insist before Caretaker can ask. They remove themself from the pile of blankets and go to the bathroom to stare at their reflection they used to avoid.

Their single eye stares back at them. They used to love dogs.

Needless to say, they’re more of a cat person now.

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[hillscapecity]

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[whump-allthe-way]

multiple whumpee’s that curl and bury themselves into the corner of the room, squeezed against each other for protection and comfort. no one can get to them like this, with weakest tucked tightly into the stoic whumpee’s side, they’re safe, they’re protected.

caretaker knew it would be hard, but they never anticipated the sheer terror that emitted from the small group. the refusal to leave the corner of the weakest room, the occasional gaps of pain because they’re tucked together so tightly that stray elbows are digging into broken ribs. they try everything; promises, leaving the room, coaxing and bargaining. they get it, they do, but they need to heal and this is no place to do it.

but caretaker gives in, instead bundling up all the blankets and pillows they could find and placing them as close as the stoic whumpee will allow. they add a first aid kit and some snacks too; and by the time sun has risen, caretaker checks in to find them curled up in a nest of blankets, bundled together like a pile puppies.

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[the-baby-storyteller]

“It…hurts?” They think to themselves, noticing a strange pain that wasn’t there before.

“It…hurts!” They note in solitude, surprised at the magnitude of the pain.

“It hurts…it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.” They mumble incomprehensibly as their team transports them back to their base, their light, soothing touches doing little to quell their pain.

“It hurts,” They beg with tear stricken eyes to their friends, pleading with them to end the pain somehow, anyhow.

“It hurts.” They respond quietly when asked how they’d gone through it so long, avoiding the real question.

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[whumpprentice]

you know what trope drives me absolutely feral? Repetition. Just :

"Hey, hey, it's okay"

"Shh, you're safe, you're safe, it's alright "

"Look at me. Hey, look at me"

"Stay with me. Come on, just stay with me"

"It's over. It's over now."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"

"I'm here. I'm right here"

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[whumpschild]

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[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee awakens curled in the backseat in someone's arms.

They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.

They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.

"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."

A hand brushes over their face and closes their eyes. Whumpee finds themselves doing what the voice tells them to.

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[spinzolliii]

There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.

Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.

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[mischefous]

Saw you wanted whump-y LU requests, and I wanted to suggest maybe a piece of either Wild or Twilight being sick, and hallucinating that the other isn’t there, when they actually are? Or something along those lines?

Hope you have a wonderful day!

I really enjoyed drawing the expressions on this one! poor Wild is super sick and delirious to the point where he is hallucinating that everyone is gone 😭

Thank you for your lovely request @four-eyed-nerd! I hope you have a wonderful day too💙

HSAJFJSHKW- LOVE IT WHEN I DRAW HANDS AND THEY LOOK LIKE PROPER HANDS

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