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syncopein3d · 2 months

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@whumppromptoftheday This is from your prompt!

CW: badly injured whumpee, implied past violence, robbery, begging.

Broken World

1. Rescue

The Ripper stepped out of a violent tear in reality and into a dark hall. The rift in this universe annealed itself almost immediately, the maddening uncolors of the Other Place quickly vanishing. Then Ripper had to bend almost double for a moment, swallowing the taste of blood as they waited for the pain to stop. They didn’t make a noise. They’d learned not to do that a long time ago.

It was hard to get carnite. A lot of it had been mined out, and it was the source of one of only a few ways to permanently alter the function of metapowers without removing them. It was therefore tremendously valuable. The cache supposedly being kept here in Registered Metahuman Team 99B’s base was said to weigh five kilos and be worth about a billion dollars.

Ripper snorted back more blood inside the medical mask. Real costumes were for people who wanted to be on the news. Ripper was wearing gray sweats and a dingy white tank top with a black hoodie. Their mask was just a black N-95. They weren’t even wearing real shoes. They had tabi socks with lightly textured soles, almost noiseless on the institutional tile floor as they walked down the hall. Their gray backpack was the most expensive thing on them, metal-less, high-density ceramic zippers only.

All the lights were out because nobody was here. The Ninety-Nines were at a parade doing security for the mayor or someone. Ripper didn’t know who and didn’t have a reason to care. The important thing was that Silverant and Teledyne weren’t here, no annoyingly perky speedster, no super strong asshole who could break Ripper’s spine with a tiny finger-flick. None of the others were that dangerous to someone quiet and careful, Ripper told itself.

The ventilation hummed constantly, but the heat felt like it wasn’t doing much. The air was cold. The Ripper knew they were four stories below ground; they needed really precise imaging to get into somewhere they’d never been. It hadn’t been cheap, either. Not many people had been down here on the Vault level. The rooms on either side had little windows in their heavy steel doors. Ripper peeked in all of them until it found the one that looked like a biology lab more than a place to keep rocks: microscopes, fridges, centrifuges. A good look from the door was enough.

Ripper stepped back and reached into the world inside itself and tore it open, clawing at their chest. Their hands went from brown to light blue to flat black as they exhaled into a silent scream. Inside became outside, and now they were in the Other Place, grasping in front of them to tear at the membrane of something made of colors that weren’t real and didn’t make sense. They had to get out before they could focus on the idea that they weren’t real here, either, or it might stop existing before it could get through.

The membrane tore, burning and wet under their fingers, and they slid out into the glittering dark of the lab. They stifled a cough. There was no recording equipment this far down, but it felt so loud in the quiet.

They turned on the overhead lights and rifled all the cupboards. Nothing was locked, not a good sign. And while they were reading the labels on all the little shelves above the counter, someone made a noise.

Ripper froze.

It happened again. Someone had made a sort of whimpering moan that ended in a gasp, like maybe they’d breathed too deep and it hurt. It came from behind one of three doors in the back of the lab. These had bigger windows in them, laced with a diamond pattern of metal reinforcement, so it could see that two were empty. All of them were bolted shut.

In the third one, there was a man tied to a steel chair.

Ripper stood there staring, still swallowing blood inside the mask. That was normal. This wasn’t.

He was middle sized, dark haired, not as brown as the Ripper. He’d been in decent shape before someone beat him with… Ripper measured the size of their own fist with the bruises on his naked belly. The knuckle marks were bigger. Was that Teledyne, Ripper wondered, just pulling his punches? The man’s eyes were swollen, and there was a cut above one eye that had matted his eyebrow and blinded him with blood.

The blood looked sticky and half-crusted. Around his nose it was still red, in horrid congealed bits atop the black. It had taken longer to dry up. His eyes couldn’t be seen at all between the swelling and the dim overhead light. His cheeks were deeply hollow. Bands of muscle pulled tight and stringy across his ribs. A blow had left a mark there, black and blue and swollen. Ripper realized that some of the marks were yellow around it, and tried not to gag as they realized why, that someone had waited for the bruises to fade a little and then hit him there again. Cuts around his jaw showed someone had shaved him carelessly, and a deep shadow said it hadn’t been today. His light gray sweats were spotted with blood drips. His feet looked almost black. They had no toenails.

Hairs stood all the way up along Ripper’s spine. It almost cut and ran right then, but a billion was a lot, and maybe this man knew where it was kept. So instead they unbolted both bolts and opened the door. A thin slice of bright light seemed to hit him like a blow; he jerked back, turning his face away as he wheezed. Ripper heard him swear under his breath.

“I won’t hurt you,” Ripper said. “I’m not one of them.” Their voice sounded rough. It usually did. But it didn’t sound like anyone else’s voice. The man looked around, squinting at the bright light.

“For God’s sake, turn that off,” he said. The Ripper went to turn off the lab lights and came back.

“Tell me where the carnite is and I’ll take you with me,” Ripper said.

“Untie me and I’ll show you,” he said. It took him a couple of tries to get that all out.

The Ripper considered that, looking him over from under their hood. He wasn’t too big. Ripper was taller. And he was in bad, bad shape. Maybe he wouldn’t try anything dumb.

“Yeah, all right.” It walked around to look at the back of the chair. The man’s wrists were zip-tied to each other and the middle bar of the tall chair-back. He had pulled hard enough to make them bleed, but not too recently. The blood had dried all the way. The Ripper pulled at them slightly, getting them off his skin a tiny bit.

“Hold still.” The smallest tear between its fingertips, the smallest gate to the Other Place, separated the plastic like it had been cut. They did it again at the ankles, one by one. THAT didn’t hurt enough to matter. There was only a faint looming shadow for warning before the man crumpled forward. Ripper grabbed at his waist as his cheek smacked into Ripper’s shoulder.

“Hey, careful!”

“Stronger than you look,” the man mumbled, groping weakly at Ripper’s upper arms as he knelt there. He stank of old blood and sweat. “Tha’s good, cause you’re gon’ have to help me walk.”

“Yeah, fine. Come on.” Between the two of them, they managed to get him mostly upright, leaning on Ripper with his arm drawn across its shoulder. “Okay, where’s the carnite?”

“Can you really gemme out of here?” he asked.

“Sure. Organic bodies are easy enough. The Other Place doesn’t like metal, though. You have a pacemaker or anything? Fillings?” He didn’t seem to have any jewelry.

“Nah,” the man said. He wheezed every time he breathed.

“Then no problem. Where’s the carnite?”

“There’s’s secret panel,” the man said. “Kick th’ wall by the blood fridge. That one.” He pointed weakly at a chest-high fridge with a clear front and rows and rows of vials. The Ripper hauled him over there and kicked at the wall with a heel in the spot where there was a smudge. Something hissed, and the panel popped forward and to the side in one abrupt movement.

Inside was a niche with a couple of shelves. There was a green gemstone as big as the Ripper’s fist, a pair of vials of red and blue liquid, and a steel case with a couple of wire fasteners like an ammo box.

The Ripper lowered the man to sit on the floor and reached in to get the case.

“It doesn’t feel like five kilos,” the Ripper said.

“More like four and a half. They. They’b. Been powdering it,” the man said, leaning against the blood fridge with his swollen eyes mostly shut. “So they c’n inject me.”

“What’s your meta?” the Ripper asked, popping the case open. Crushed stone lay in a fat cottony lining. It was the color and sheen of gore. When they poked it, it felt like shards of rock all right, but it was disturbingly warm to the touch. Their stomach turned over. This was it.

“I heal fast. Blood makes other people heal fast, too,” he said. “They said, they.” He stopped to breathe as Ripper closed the case. It turned to look at him.

“They said what?” it asked, a little more gently. They didn’t stop the process of shoving the baggy lining full of carnite into their backpack and zipping it up. They put the empty metal case back.

“Said one more treatment and it won’t. Wear off. Please,” he said. His head swayed as he tried to find Ripper’s face in the shade under their hood. “Don’ leave me here. I can help you. You’re sick, right? Y’sound sick.”

Ripper wasn’t sure he was even telling the truth.

He’d told the truth about the carnite, though. Who cared if he could heal or not? They had what they’d come for. And it would probably piss the Ninety-Nines off not knowing where he’d gone AND losing their cache of the most valuable mineral on the planet.

“You know what, fuck the 99B’s,” Ripper said. “I need both my hands, so you have to hold onto me, all right? Hang on tight.” It grabbed the man’s hands and pulled them around its waist as it turned around, kneeling on the floor. They could feel him resting his face against the backpack, each breath still wheezy and labored.

“Are you a man or a woman?” he asked.

“No,” the Ripper said, and tore the world open.

Part 2 here

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rizzoto-whump · 1 year

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Whumpee laid on the dirty floor, hardly able to move after being subjected to the twisted whims of their captors. They struggled to draw in shallow breaths as they blinked through the blurriness of tears that clung to their eyelashes. Their mind raced with horrifying memories of the torturous acts they were forced to endure.

As Whumpee wrapped their arms protectively around their swollen body, Whumpers stood around them, laughing and sneering at their pitiful state.

"How does it feel, huh? Being treated like the worthless piece of trash you are," one of them taunted.

Whumpee bit their lip, refusing to give them the satisfaction of their pain.

Another Whumper stepped forward and crouched low to Whumpee’s face, breath hot and rancid as they whispered menacingly, "Don't worry, pretty face. We're far from done with you yet."

#whump #whump prompt #multiple whumpers #sadistic whumper #beaten whumpee #whump scene #whump tropes #torture #beating #bruises #kidnapped whump #writing prompt #villain #hero #prison whump

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cold1dead1eyes · 11 months

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18. reluctant caretaker

"i-i don't know what to do." caretaker's hands shook as they helped whumpee walk through their house. whumpee was covered in blood, barely conscious, breathing heavy with every struggling step.

"whumpee, i should drive you to the hospital." caretaker said and whumpee tripped, letting out a hitched gasp. their eyes were wide with fear.

"no, no, you can't. whumper... they'll know. they can't know." whumpee muttered, slurred and terrified. caretaker didn't know what to do, but they needed to find some way to help whumpee. as if whumpee could sense their panic, they pointed to caretaker's sofa and limped over.

"go get the first aid kit." whumpee groaned with the effort of walking. their stomach was trembling from the pain, shoulder's hunched up to their ears. caretaker swallowed hard and nodded before running to get the first aid kit.

when they came back, whumpee had taken their shirt off and was laying back on the leather sofa. their torso was covered in blood and bruises. caretaker froze in the doorway. they couldn't even see where the wounds were. there was just so much red.

"it's okay, don't worry." whumpee said, and caretaker wanted to laugh even though this wasn't funny at all. don't worry? how the hell were they supposed to do that?

“wet a cloth and wipe the blood off." whumpee asked, so caretaker did just that. they gently cleaned whumpee up and followed their instructions. their hands shook as they stitched them up but whumpee assured them that they were doing a good job. in the end, the stitches ended up looking a bit wonky. cold guilt choked up caretaker's throat when they thought about how the scars would look after, clear and visible because caretaker couldn’t make the stitches straight.

"thank you." whumpee breathed out, leaning back on the sofa's armrest. they looked exhausted. the guilt grew tenfold and caretaker had to look away. they had to be better. they had to find a way to save whumpee.

"i'm sorry. i can't... i don't know how to help you." caretaker choked out. they heard whumpee shift around on the sofa. a shaking hand came down to grab their jaw.

"don't worry. you're doing more than enough." caretaker looked up and saw whumpee smiling down at them. they looked tired, but satisfied. like caretaker really did help them.

"i'm so grateful, caretaker. so don't apologize. you... you're amazing." they whispered, and caretaker nodded slightly.

if whumpee said they were enough, then they would just keep doing their best. after all, what more could they do?

prompt from @whumpay

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whump-or-whatever · 1 year

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I am an absolute sucker for the simple trope of whumpee on their knees, with their arms bound behind their back getting hit in the face and almost falling over before righting themself, coming back up with a bloody lip.

#whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump prompts #whumpee #kneeling whump #beaten whump

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befuddled-calico-whump · 2 months

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Sahota doesn't complain to Vic anymore

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@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa , @whumpcateyes

#t$$ kiv #t$$ sahota #ive been waiting to finish this one :)#whumper turned whumpee #multiple whumpees #beaten #strangulation #bruises #blood #whump art #whumpy art #whump comic #begging #t$$ scifi au #angst #tw abuse

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withdrawingramen · 1 year

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look i love when whumpee gets beaten to shit and the grunts and groans that leave their bloodied mouth as every blow rains down on them is cool, but when defiant whumpee's grip on whumper's wrist (as whumper grabs the collar of their shirt) loosens up and the their hands just fall to the side, & they're just mindlessly taking in everything because the pain is too much and they just cant take it MMMMMMM good soup OH and the little trembling of the hands and twitching of the fingers as whumper just continues w their barrage the visual is just so lovely in my mind

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just-a-scratch-man · 7 months

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Ballister is beaten up by Todd and still tries to protect Nimona

-“Leave her alone!”

+Bonus screencaps

#whump #whump community #worry #whumpedit #beaten up #collapse #whumpee #whump art #whump tropes #whump prompt #ballister boldheart #nimona ballister #nimona #riz ahmed

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whumpy-arts-and-crafts · 8 months

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Vincey pissed off the wrong supervillain or hero again

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short-form-whump · 2 months

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The night is hot and quiet as the Whumpee sits in the passenger seat of a parked car. They hold their one arm stiffly with the other, their elbow bent beneath the tight grip of their bloodied hand. They are quaking with every breath but also frozen in place, undoubtedly in shock. Next to them, the steady hand of the Whumper reaches forward and turns the keys to stop the engine. A warm wind blows through the open windows as the two sit in silence. The Whumper stares ahead at the dark farmland in front of them, scanning acres of fields with wild tree lines and blemished by abandoned trailers and barns. “When I was young my brother beat me up so bad I thought I was gonna die, and I practiced in my head the story about what happened,” the Whumper says. “We were kids so I thought about how I was gonna tell our dad. I told myself over and over what happened, how it happened, every last detail about what he did to me. But when I finally saw my dad, I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t tell him I lost, how bad I lost, even though it was written all over me. And now, all these years later and after all that effort to remember it all, I can’t tell you much about it outside of it having happened in a beat up old barn like one of those.” The Whumper looks over at the Whumpee, a gesture that’s enough to agitate the Whumpee’s quivering even more. “So if you’re thinking of how you’re gonna go telling some little story, I wouldn’t.” The Whumpee looks at the Whumper through shaking pieces of sweat-drenched hair. “This your way of saying that time heals all wounds?” they manage to ask their captor. The Whumper shakes their head. “It’s my way of saying that nobody’s gonna care what happened to you. Not even time. Your whole self will become some broken down place nobody goes to. And although the crash is loud now, someday I will just be the broken window of your whole rotten barn.” The Whumpee closes their eyes, torn between whether to pledge to themselves to remember or to forget.

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #whump scenes #whump blog #captured #beaten #psychological whump

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whumperofworlds · 10 months

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Caretaker beaten close to death, as Whumpee watched in horror. Caretaker looks up at Whumpee and tells them:

"Run."

Whumpee did run... to the fight to protect Caretaker.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #caretaker #beaten up #protectiveness #protective whumpee #self sacrifice #near death #inspired by my and my sis's convo about this

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sasuga-whump · 2 months

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Whump list: MARS～ただ、君を愛してる～・MARS - Tada, Kimi wo Aishiteru

This list features the drama and movie!

Genre: High School setting, Psychological, Plot twist

Whump themes: trauma, fighting and injuries, defiant whumpee, obsessive whumper/whumpee, whumper becomes whumpee, villain whumpee

Summary: Set in a high school, Rei is an outgoing playboy with a frightening violent side from his troubled past. Kirishima, another student at the school, has a connection to Rei's violent past and enters Rei's life to try to force Rei to return to the person he used to be.

Whumpees:

Kirishima

Rei

The List:

Drama

Ep 4:

Rei - found unconscious ... ambushed, in a fight, distracted, gets beaten up, weak, concerned loved one ... "what happened to your face" ... struggling to breathe, panic attack, collapsed, concern for him, barely conscious, cradled

Ep 5:

Rei - in hospital bed ... angry, threatens assailant with a knife ... slapped

Kirishima - concerned for Rei ... threatened with a knife, "if you think you can do it then stab me", saved by Rei

Ep 6:

Rei - saves someone from being ran over, injures his arm, bloody hand

Ep 7:

Rei - bandaged arm ... recalling traumatic memories, head pain, struggling to breathe, concerned caretakers, hyperventilating, collapses into Kirishima's arms, comforted, intense panic attack

Ep 8

Rei - in bed, feverish, concerned caretaker, "I'm okay", taken care of, emotional anguish, crying

Movie

16:40 - Rei is slapped

24:10 - Rei is in a fight

35:30 - Rei is ambushed, repeatedly punched, kicked, saved by Kirishima, concern for him

55:07 - Kirishima is manhandled, thrown to the ground, "hit me", punched in the face, falls to the ground, choked, struggling to breathe, defiant, smiling, saved from being strangled, coughing, laughing hysterically, breathing heavily, stumbling and coughing

1:10:30 - Kirishima is bitten on the hand, wincing in pain

1:11:03 - Kirishima is punched, falls to ground, repeatedly kicked and punched, bloody face, crying, punched to the ground

1:13:25 - Rei is slashed with a knife

1:17:05 - Rei has his injury treated, wincing

1:25:05 - Rei is stabbed, doesn't tell his lover, collapses on her shoulder, falls unconscious, lover sees his stab wound, bleeding heavily

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