Whumptober 2023 | No. 8
Outnumbered
Titans s04e07: “There, there, now. Take it easy, old Teddy.”
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Boss/friend/parental figure carrying them into their private office and helping them onto the couch, Whumpee is set down a little too hard. "Aaagh", they whine as they sink into the cushions. Caretaker pacing back and forth as they try to figure out how to help Whumpee.
With a low drawn out groan, Whumpee presses a hand to the wound on their abdomen. As soon as they apply pressure, blood seeps through their fingers. They tense at the new wave of pain it brings them. "F-fu…" they gasp, cutting themselves off with a heavy exhale.
Letting their head fall back onto the couch, they shut their eyes and pant with a grimace etched onto their face. "Whumpee, we'll figure this out, I promise. Just hang in there for me. Okay?" The Caretaker pleads. Whumpee tries to steady their breathing.
"You…got it." They grunt.
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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 4 - Obedience
Power Rangers Samurai | 1x09 | I've Got a Spell on Blue
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Febuwhump Day 20: Immortality
CW: immortal whumpee, dying, blood, stomach wound, gore
The thick stage curtains were drawn, but they couldn’t keep out the noise of the crowd as Bram climbed onto the dim stage. His stomach had been knotted with dread all night. It was one thing to be stabbed or poisoned or even impaled, but an entirely different thing to have a stranger stab his claws right in your heart. It made Bram feel sick, even as he approached his human-but-definitely-not-human partner waiting at the other end of the stage.
Norrix Vangrey. Bram repeated the name in his head.
“Ready for me to kill you?” Norrix said, lazily flexing his clawed fingers.
Bram was used to dying. He was used to being killed. But the words made him shudder.
“I guess so,” he replied, keeping his voice even. Why was he so afraid this time?
The curtains slowly parted, the pulleys creaking audibly. Bram and Norrix took their places. Bram was a knight, fighting a ferocious beast. His costume armor felt uncomfortable and hot as he pretended to attack with his sword. The audience cheered and gasped. A bright light flashed close by—a camera, taking a picture just as Norrix, as the monster, gained the upper hand. Bram lost his balance and fell, his heart pounding. He knew what to expect: Norrix’s claws in his stomach. But the impact stole the breath from his lungs and sent pain shooting through his body.
His vision greyed out. Through the deepening haze, he heard the crowd gasping in horror.
What kind of creature was Norrix Vangrey, anyway…
Bram came back to life in a pool of his own blood. Horror turned to wild exclamations and applause.
Just another day in the life of the immortal Resurrecting Boy.
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