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The team’s best fighter is forced to hurt a member of their own team (perhaps to sell a con, or because of a forced fighting ring, or to stop the teammate from hurting themselves)

#the first option is about Eliot spencer #I CANNOT find a fic where he’s forced to hurt someone in the team to sell a con #but I want it like air #whump

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literally me every single night

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ok so superhero whump scenario:

Villain is Hero's favourite 'bad guy' to fight. Villain never really hurts anyone with their actions, and anything they steal is usually anonymously returned within a few days. The worst crime they've really committed is property damage. Hero is convinced they're just doing it for fun, as evidenced by Villain's very melodramatic and performatively cheesy attitude during their confrontations

Eventually, Villain disappears. Hero assumes they just decided to put down their cape and mask, though is a little saddened that they now don't have any real 'comic relief' in their day-to-day villain fighting.

A few months later, Hero is in Superhero's HQ when they come across a locked door they hadn't noticed before. Overcome with curiosity, they figure out how to get it open and take a peek inside.

Even without their iconic costume or mask, Hero would recognise Villain anywhere. Villain looks awful. Emaciated, bruised, scarred, curled up in a shivering ball in the corner of what Hero now recognises as a cell. How long has Superhero kept them here? And why? Hero doesn't know, all they do know is that this is wrong, and that their old rival needs their help, Superhero be damned.

#classic whump scenario #superhero whump #villain whumpee

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We all know about magical fatigue as a whump trope for magical overuse. Now I raise you: Magical euphoria.

Magic that feels good to use. It leaves the user dizzy and lightheaded, a giddy energy rushing through their entire body. It's enough to leave the most stoic whumpee giggling madly, to make the most obedient soldier go rogue. It's a power that ultimately, inevitably, controls its user.

Mages aren’t trusted to act on their own. They can’t be, not when each spell costs them their sanity. Not when, in a daze of manic joy, they’re just as liable to destroy the enemy as their allies.

And so they need a handler.

Imagine Caretaker in this situation. Forced to watch Whumpee throw themselves into madness, to turn themselves into an unthinking weapon under the demand of some uncaring general. Having to put aside their affection for Whumpee as a person, and analyze them as a tool.

It’s Caretaker who decides when Whumpee is still fit for battle. It’s caretaker who has to look into their dazed and distant eyes, blood dripping into a too wide smile, and decide if Whumpee has anything else to give.

It’s Caretaker who decides when they’re too far gone, when Whumpee needs to stop. And if Whumpee can’t, it’s Caretaker’s job to make them stop. Even if that means using force, even if it means hurting them, because letting them run wild isn’t an option.

And when the battle’s over, when Whumpee is either led or dragged away to the medical wing, Caretaker’s the only one brave enough to tend to their injuries. They wrap bleeding, scorched fingers without a word, the only sound being Whumpee babbling, mad ramblings. Caretaker knows they won’t remember any of this. They still talk to Whumpee anyway, soft, comforting words they hope will bring Whumpee back faster.

And when whumpee’s eyes finally clear, when their body sags with exhaustion they’re just now able to feel, Caretaker feels nothing but grief, because it’ll start all over again tomorrow.

#whumpee #living weapon whumpee #delirious whumpee #fun idea

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caretaker sitting by comatose whumpee's bedside, softly reading aloud to them from a book, or telling them what their friends have been up to. they don't know if whumpee can hear them, but if they can, caretaker doesn't want them to feel like they've been abandoned.

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Oh the simple joy of watching your favorite characters being tied to a chair

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When the author just touches the edge of what the character went through and Whump Brain just go wild with possibilities

#murderbot diaries

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Caretaker getting a little too possessive (because for years, their oversight was the only thing protecting whumpee), and frightening whumpee. For example, caretaker might yell, “no, you can’t go! You have to stay here!” in a protective panic, and whumpee is thrust into a flashback

#whump #mine #emotional whump #caretaker

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They had promised to help you, promised to fix you. They had lied. For weeks they had fed you things that made you ill, things they claimed would weaken the curse long enough for the cure to take place. Now you know them for what they really are. Poisons. 

They had been feeding you poisons specifically meant for werewolves, knowing very well that you would be left too weak to fully transform on your first full moon. Their “cure”, their “help”, was weakening you to a point that you couldn’t fight back, and then dumping you into another wolfs territory.

You had grown up hearing terrifying things about werewolves, about how they would kill anything in sight on the full moon, how they would hunt anything that smelt weak or human and rip it to shreds with sickening pleasure. They were aggressive, monstrous, evil, barbaric, creatures. That’s that you had always been told.

In a twisted way they were fulfilling their promise they made when you came home crying, a fresh bite marring your shoulder. After tonight, you definitely wouldn’t be a werewolf anymore…. you wouldn’t be much of anything. With their poisons, they had ensured that there was no way for you to make it out of this alive, not once the owner of this territory found you.

As the moon began to rise, you felt waves of agony start rolling over your already weak and injured form, ripping helpless screams of pain from your throat. It felt like forever until it ended, though you could tell that it was wrong, that you hadn’t fully changed, thanks to the taint in your blood. 

You laid there, weak as a newborn kitten as your chest rose and fell shakily, soft pathetic whines and whimpers slipping from your inhuman throat. Your poor heart damn near stopped as you heard the branches crack, and saw those glowing eyes peering out at you.

Slowly, a massive werewolf stalked out of the darkness of the trees, it’s eyes never leaving yours as it slowly closed the distance. Some distant part of your new instincts urged you to flee or bare your throat in submission, but you could do neither, whining in fear and pain as the creature came to a stop looming above you.

You waited, certain you were about to be torn to pieces, but minutes passed, and nothing happened. Slowly, its large muzzle lowered, and it gently nosed your weak unmoving form, carefully inspecting the wounds you had been given, and the tainted scent of poison that practically oozed from your deformed body. 

With a loud huffing sound, the wolf abruptly laid down beside you, partially covering your weakened body with its own as it curled around you, protecting you. Gently it rumbled, nuzzling its nose into your hair with a huff, the meaning clear even to your pain filled distorted mind.

“Safe. Rest.”

#whump #werewolf #yea

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traumatized whumpee who likes to be on caretaker's lap for safety and warmth x traumatized caretaker who likes whumpee in their lap for comfort and to be sure they're safe and sound

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FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPT LIST

this year's prompts were chosen through a suggestion poll (in which we recevied 2,281 prompts) and a subsequent vote, where over 1,000 people voted for their favourites. the top 29 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular - and this blog's personal favourites - have become the alternates

i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, please check out the blog's faq before sending an ask, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog!

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

FEBUWHUMP 2024 PROMPTS:

DAY 1: helpless

DAY 2: solitary confinement

DAY 3: "bite down on this"

DAY 4: obedience

DAY 5: rope burns

DAY 6: "you lied to me"

DAY 7: suffering in silence

DAY 8: "why won't it stop?"

DAY 9: bees

DAY 10: killing in self defence

DAY 11: time loop

DAY 12: semi-conscious

DAY 13: "you weren't supposed to get hurt"

DAY 14: blood-stained tiles

DAY 15: "who did this to you?"

DAY 16: came back wrong

DAY 17: hostage situation

DAY 18: too weak to move

DAY 19: "please don't"

DAY 20: truth serum

DAY 21: unresponsive

DAY 22: "you weren't meant to be there"

DAY 23: presumed dead

DAY 24: "i'm doing this because i care about you"

DAY 25: waterboarding

DAY 26: "help them"

DAY 27: left for dead

DAY 28: "no... not like this"

DAY 29: not allowed to die

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!

ALT 1: human shield

ALT 2: "i love you"

ALT 3: found footage

ALT 4: human weapon

ALT 5: cpr

ALT 6: immortality

ALT 7: last words

ALT 8: killing game

ALT 9: lightning strike

ALT 10: last man standing

RULES:

SOFT RULES:

prompts should be answered in the form of whump

creators can produce whatever kind of media they want

you don’t have to complete all the prompts! you can create however much you want to

you can use the prompts after the event ends and can complete them in tandem with any other event

you can post on any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing those posted on tumblr

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when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:

febuwhump (i’ll also be checking febuwhump2024)

the relevant day’s tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2…

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you can also tag the blog, @febuwhump

i cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog because I have no idea how many participants there will be. a random selection of works tagged in accordance to the rules above will be reblogged every day of february.

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I know this is extremely specific, but the little flail that a prisoner or ex-prisoner does when someone walks in on them and they scramble from laying down to a defensive position

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Whumpee feels the car slow to a stop, hears the door open, shivers at the blast of cold air that interrupts the heated interior. The sack is pulled off their head and they blink, squinting and squirming a bit as they try to shield their eyes with their hands, cuffed behind their back.

"I'm offering you a choice," Villain says, their voice as icy as the air outside. Whumpee doesn't look at them. "Your dear Leader's house is an hour down the road. On foot. Down the other way, there's a car waiting for you. To take you back to me. Now, you can certainly go back to Leader. Let them see how far you've fallen. See how I've marked you and ruined you." An icy finger traces one of Whumpee's scars, and they shudder. "You're no good to them anymore and you know it. They'll reject you--and I won't take you back."

"But if you go the other way... I will welcome you back with open arms. Give you true purpose as one of my tools. And your team can go on thinking I killed you a year ago."

Whumpee is thrown out of the car, landing in a snowbank. They yelp from the cold, immediately shivering in their thin clothes. "I suggest you make up your mind quickly," Whumper says, looking down at them from the car. "There's a blizzard coming."

The car door slams shut, leaving Whumpee to struggle to their feet, arms straining against the cuffs keeping their wrists bound. They watch as Villain's car turns back down the lonely stretch of country road.

That way lies purpose and acceptance, but surely more hurt, more scars. The other way lies their old life--no more torture, no more cold cells, but no more adventures with their team, no more helping people.

They had to choose before they froze to death.

#whump

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Whumpee who has been free of the torture for a year, who is recovered except for the panic attacks, volunteers to return to the torture chamber in exchange for a loved one’s safety

#whump #mine #torture #torture whump #panic attack tw

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The caretaker quickly discovered just how unfamiliar the whumpee was with simple comforts, like a reliable source of food, a good place to sleep, and physical affection. The whumpee was just scared and untrusting of any of it, as “rewards” were often tests from the whumper.

#whump #whump scenario

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When an injured character is too weak and exhausted to even scream so their pained noises come out as little mewls and whimpers and whines; in too much agony to hold them back but scarce able to communicate it except though these animalistic wounded sounds; so lost in a haze of injury and pain the specific noises are inarticulate and involuntary.

#and then caretaker finds them #and cares for them while wincing at their whimpers

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"I'm sor-"

"That's not fucking good enough!" Whumpee shouts, cutting off Teammate. "You left me behind, you knew what would happen if Whumper found me and you let it happen."

"Whumpee..." They put their hands up appeasingly. "It wasn't--"

"SHUT UP!! It was exactly like that! You let it happen, and now I'm ruined and fucking useless." Whumpee gestures to themself, everything Whumper did to them. Mental and physical. "Did you fucking want this? Are you happy now?"

#whump #team whump #betrayed whumpee