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cryptidwritings · 2 months

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Pocket

My first foray into tiny whump, because I was really inspired by this post and couldn't get the idea out of my head.

Content: accidental caretaker, caretaker new master, tiny whumpee, immortal whumpee, conditioned whumpee, abandonment, magical whumpee, nonmagical caretaker.

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It was cold. Eight am was no reasonable time to be outside or among a crowd.

Emery stood with a cup of coffee in her hand and a pair of sunglasses on, huddled in her winter coat with four hundred dollars in cash clenched territorially in her pocket.

Hopefully she could get this storage unit for cheap. She couldn't throw a bunch of money around and, judging by the crowd and the cars they showed up in, they had more than twice what she did at their disposal. This was their job, and Emery was there only at the chance to rent the only open storage locker remotely close to her.

She was desperate, basically. The underpaid employee on the phone basically told her to try, but there wasn't a guarantee.

The auction began with a small unit. Dirty, barely anything in it. It went for ten bucks. Emery was cautiously optimistic. Maybe that was an omen to the crowd, but a green light for her. After all, she didn't care what was actually in the locker.

They approached. The unit was opened. Emery took a peak over the crowd on her tip-toes.

"Another garbage unit."

"Pretty sure I saw that same desk going for fifteen bucks. Been on the site three months."

The bidding began, and it went from five to twenty. Okay, no big deal. She put her hand up. Thirty. Then forty.

"Sold! For fifty five dollars. Make sure to pay at the desk."

Emery was shaking. What a rush. She ran to the office, warmer and way more awake.

"Sorry, it's already been signed for."

"What? But... I really need a locker."

"Sorry, dunno what to tell you."

Emery paid. "Is there any way-"

"No. Empty the locker by tomorrow or we'll have to charge you, okay?"

Fucking fantastic.

By the time she opened the locker, she had almost forgotten just how much stuff was actually in it.

The door slapped open with an echoing bang, and she stepped inside. She started with the big things up front. A desk and bedroom set. She took pictures and placed them for free with pickup.

She kept going, finally having cleared a path to the back where a large piece of furniture sat in the back corner, covered by a painters cloth. Emery pulled it down, gawking at a large, and really heavy, armoire.

It was the nicest piece in the unit, which had plenty of room for her things. Maybe she could sell it? Make some money to spend?

She began her investigation by looking at the back. The flashlight on her phone found nothing. Then she moved to the doors; outfitted with ornate brass pulls and hand carved vines encircling them. She pulled it open, assessing the doors and finding a little marks on the inside. Unreadable.

Emery turned on her flashlight again, this time turning it to the inside of the cabinet. It was full of little trinkets. Tiny ceramic animals, ballet figurines made of china, porcelain dolls that looked... expensive as fuck.

Then, in the very back of the bottom shelf, there was a glass box. It was the biggest thing in the cabinet; about eight inches long and six inches wide. She lift it from its spot, careful not to knock anything over. Maybe it was something rare. She took a look, surprised.

It was a charming miniature bedroom with a wooden bed and nightstand, complete with a crochet circular rug, a cozy chair, and a light hanging from the glass roof with wires that led through the base to a battery underneath. She turned it on, and that's when she spotted a little person with green hair lying in the bed, asleep.

It looked so real.

Especially when it... opened it's... eyes?

"What the fuck!" She almost dropped the thing, but caught it as a little scream came whistling out of the glass. She put it on a shelf that matched her height, and witnessed for herself the little thing... the little person, pushing themself off of the floor and fixing their upturned nightstand.

"Oh no. Oh no." Their voice was worried as they cleaned up quickly, glancing at Emery as she gaped at them.

"H-hello!" They said, nervously, still attending to the mess. "I'm s-sorry I scared you."

Emery didn't answer, too shocked. It was talking... to her.

The little thing looked at her again, giving her it's full attention. "I... I'm sorry... master didn't like my room to be messy... I... do you..." their face twisted and they began to cry. "I don't want to make you mad. P-please don't put me back in there!"

"Oh..." Emery snapped out of her stupor. "No. I... I'm sorry I just can't believe you're... alive?"

The thing... whatever it was... was still crying but put on a smile.

"Thank you! Yes. I-" it sniffed. "I didn't mean to scare you. M-my name is Pocket."

"Pocket?" Emery said. "What... are you?"

Pocket smiled, their cheeks turning rosy. "I'm a pixie!"

"A pixie." Emery relaxed back, realizing she had dropped her phone on the ground in all the excitement. She picked it up, groaning at the cracked screen glass. "Damn it, all."

"Are you upset, master?"

At that, Emery looked back up at... Pocket, whose rosy cheeks suddenly were sapped of color. Their emerald-green eyes flooded with tears again.

"Oh, no!" Emery reassured, holding up her phone. "I just cracked my phone. But it isn't your fault!"

They beamed at the reassurance but couldn't stop their tears. They hid their face behind their hands a moment, taking small breaths. When they removed their hands, it was as if they weren't crying at all, and their emerald eyes had turned a bright peridot.

"Oh good! I'm so glad you're not upset! I-"

"Hello?"

Emery turned to see a man at the entrance of the unit.

"Are you the one who asked about renting this locker?"

"Yeah, that's me. Am I taking too long?"

"No, not at all. The other tenant fell through, actually. Do you still need it?"

Emery's eyes widened. "Yes! Um, just give me one-" She glanced at pocket, who was already lying back in their bed, still as before. She blinked, suddenly feeling as if their interaction might have been a dream.

She turned back to the man. "Nevermind. I'll follow you."

#tiny whump #immortal whumpee #magical whumpee #conditioned whumpee #caretaker new master #accidental caretaker #whump snippet #oc pocket #pixie whumpee #(edit: i lost the link to the post! uh. i cant find it again.)#fae whumpee

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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year

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Non-Human Whump Things

Content: Non-human whump, vampire whump, fairy whump, immortal whump, asphyxiation, gore, mouth whump, burns, drugging, forced to hurt, android whump, robot whump, [mentioned] autocannibalism, force feeding, [mentioned] caretaker-turned-whumpee, reluctant whumper, broken bones, waterboarding, giant whump.

Declawing a catperson.

Forcing an android's creator (caretaker) to kill them.

Pulling out a vampire's fangs.

Abandoning a robot in the rain.

Shattering a catperson's ankles so they're forced to crawl like an actual cat.

Tearing off a fairy's wings.

Hanging an immortal by the neck.

Waterboarding/drowning a robot.

Using a tiny whumpee as a stress ball.

Restraining a vampire with silver.

Training a giant for a circus act.

Keeping an android's nerve sensors on during maintenence/a fix.

Stabbing a vampire's caretaker so they can feed.

Cooking bits of an immortal whumpee's body into food (bonus points if they then have to eat it later on)

Docking a catperson's tail.

Feeding a vampire human food (won't do much but it'll taste horrible)

Tying a tiny whumpee up with rubber bands because they've got nothing else small enough. Perhaps they just want to see how many rubber bands it takes to make their little body explode like they do with watermelons.

Lock an immortal in a room during a heatwave (highly recommend Heat Wave (Part 1) and Heat Wave (Part 2) from the K&J series by @whumpsday if that's something you're into!)

Locking a catperson outside at night.

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump scenarios #whump prompts #whumpee #robot whumpee #immortal whumpee #non human whumpee #vampire whump #fairy whump #tiny whumpee #caretaker turned whumpee

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whumpcloud · 1 year

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consider: god of life whumper torturing poor mortal whumpee in unimaginable ways to test the limits of mortal life and of their own power and god of death caretaker treating mortal whumpee with care and reverence as they understand how important a life is and would not wish to damage a living being or take a life before its time

#polly's postings #whump #whump prompt #god whumper #immortal whumper #been thinking about the god whumper/caretaker and mortal whumpee idea recently #especially a whumpee devoted to whumper who offers the same devotion to caretaker and caretaker finds it. somewhat uncomfortable

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puppetmaster13u · 8 months

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Prompt 28

Alright this might be a little rambly but bear with me lol

An Au where the Batfam and rogues become intrinsically entwined with Gotham itself, almost akin to manifestations, like its own twisted pantheon of sorts. Hence why after a while, they can’t die, or at least not permanently.

It doesn’t matter how damaged their body becomes, if they’re beaten black and blue, torn apart, or turn to ash in a shower of flames. Gotham won’t let them go, not now, not when they’re a part of it now. A part of its legends and mythos. They are Gotham’s as much as Gotham is theirs.

Some resist, leaving, but they’ll always be drawn back. Gotham has marked them, the people have invoked their names for protection or damnation akin to the gods of old.

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inkwell-and-dagger · 8 months

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whumper who has one of a handful of whumpees tied up with a sack on their head, splattered with blood. meanwhile, caretaker is opposite them and is given around 5 chances to try and guess who it is.

if it's an immortal whumpee, every time caretaker guesses wrong, whumper shoots / stabs / generally hurts whumpee in a place that, to the normal human, would be a fatal wound. even better if caretaker doesn't know this, and it further adds to their distress.

throughout the "game", whumper tries to give hints as to who it is if caretaker is going nowhere. whumper forces whumpee to make little noises like whimpers or just further humiliates them, but their voice is too shaky and hoarse for caretaker to easily recognize.

if caretaker guesses correctly, whumper will hand whumpee over to them. however, if they guess wrong throughout all the chances or give up, the sack is pulled off to reveal whumpee, a shell of their former self, staring at caretaker with a mix of betrayal, despair or even anger in their eyes

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whump-or-whatever · 2 years

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40 Immortal Whumpee Prompts/Tropes

1. They never ask for help, having become self-sufficient out of necessity

2. They isolate themself to avoid the pain of losing people

3. They put themself in the way of danger because better them than someone mortal, right?

4. OR they put themself in the way of danger because it’s the closest they can get to an end to their suffering

5. They are genuinely confused when other people care for their well-being

6. “It doesn’t matter if I get hurt, I’m immortal.” | “Yes, but you still feel pain, don’t you?” | “Well yeah, but it will never do any lasting damage.” | “Okay, but it’s still just, like… not good for you to suffer constantly?”

7. They think nothing of going missing or zoning out for extended periods of time

8. They laugh in the face of whumper because no matter what they do, whumpee has survived worse

9. Captivity/servitude doesn’t really faze them much (practice makes perfect)

10. Alternatively, their past experiences affected them so strongly that they are terrified to go through it again

11. They fall into familiar coping strategies very quickly once introduced to a new whumper

12. They view whumper as little more than an amusing child

13. And yet they somehow view caretaker as an equal, if not an elder

14. Caretaker grounds them, reminds them of what it is to have a finite life, keeps them sane

15. They simultaneously abhor and relish in the fact that nobody will ever really know them fully

16. They have lived long enough to have made difficult decisions, made some mistakes, or outright done some bad stuff, about which they are endlessly guilty (they have a lot of regrets)

17. (If they have healing/regrowth) They are far too wiling to cut off a body part/severely injure themself to get free

18. OR (if the can die and come back) They are far too willing to take more drastic measures

19. (If they can die and come back) Whumper puts them in a situation where they die repeatedly (eg. chained underwater, buried alive)

20. Alternatively, whumper just locks them up and throws away the key, and they are stuck there alone as they slowly lose their mind

21. Maybe they use the fact that they can die & come back/heal to prank people… 👀

22. They take everything either way too lightly or way too seriously

23. They dedicate themself to a purpose, because it is the only thing that gives their life any meaning

24. Caretaker regularly has to remind them that there is more to life than just said purpose

25. Caretaker constantly pesters them to make sure they are taking care of themself

26. “Just because you won’t die if you don’t take care of yourself doesn’t mean you don’t have to do it!”

27. They have to stay in the shadows/only trust certain people with their secret in order to avoid people finding out they’re immortal

28. They have been betrayed before so they are very cautious about who they trust, and they are extremely slow to open up

29. When people do find out they are immortal, the reactions can be quite negative

30. They at times lose hope and fall into bad habits, such as alcohol or drugs (if those affect them), or fighting/self-injurious behaviors

31. They have to deal with the fact that everything they have ever known/will ever know will one day be gone

32. They don’t only outlive people regularly, they also survive through plagues, natural disasters, wars, major catastrophes, maybe even the destruction of their planet

33. (If they need need a thing to stay immortal, like a potion or talisman) Whumper denies them access to said thing and repeatedly brings them to the brink of death before finally giving it back

34. They are constantly looking for a ‘cure’ to their immortality, which caretaker simultaneously understands yet is horrified by

35. Alternatively, (if they can give away their immortality, say it’s a talisman) They have to decide when to give it away/who to give it to

36. And imagine, they had decided to give it to someone (maybe their child), but the person dies before they can give it to them

37. They gradually forget things and people which were important to them, such as their parents, significant others, children, and so on

38. OR they are so concerned about forgetting things that they obsessively record everything that happens in a journal or rehearse past events in their head

39. (If they don’t age or scar) They feel invalidated by the fact that their body does not represent who they are and what they’ve been through

40. (If they retain one scar, say the wound that first killed them) They are extremely distressed by what it represents and don’t like thinking about it, but they have to play it off and lie about it when people ask

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i-eat-worlds · 14 days

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Wow Birthday Whump Day 13: Natural disaster / Shock collar / "Shut up!"

*sighs in Immortal ALS* This was fun, though it did get kinda long. Hope y’all enjoy!

Related to Day 4

Content: floods, pretty detailed medical whump, gore (descriptions of serious injuries and dead* bodies), immortal whumpee, implied past abuse, briefly mentioned finger gore, fear of punishment, caretaker new whumper, medicinal drug use, feelings of suffocation

The stairs creaked under Joseph’s feet as he descended, and he hoped they wouldn’t give out. He could smell the awfulness from the top of them. Whatever the floodwater had washed in absolutely reeked.

It hadn’t all drained out yet. Several inches of murky water shimmered in the light from his headlamp. It sloshed as he stepped down into it, wrinkling his nose at the smell. This was going to be hell to clean out of his uniform. Once he was off the stairs, Eric came down behind him. He looked a little green faced at the pungent aroma, but they continued into the pitch-black basement nonetheless.

Joseph led the way, headlamp only illuminating one small portion of wall at a time. The stench grew stronger as they walked, and it was only a matter of time before they finally found the cause.

There was a body.

They were slumped against the wall, one hand shackled on a short chain. Their head was squarely below the line of grime on the wall that marked the crest of the water. Blood swirled around them, oozing from the open wound across their belly. Several loops of bowel were hanging out, and they were starting to turn a blackish-green color. Their unrestrained arm was puffy and swollen, and their clavicle protruded from their shoulder, stained a muddy color from the water. It was a horrible scene.

Joseph’s stomach dropped as he approached them. Despite the gray skin and blue tinge to their lips, they looked so young. Who the fuck had Darkstar been keeping in his basement?

He reached his hand out, sliding it under their jaw. As he expected, there was nothing there, just the sensation of cold skin. For another brief second, he stared down at their face, mouth unable to form the words to call in the report.

And, suddenly, there were two big, amber eyes staring up at him.

He did a double take, blinking a little in surprise. The eyes flickered wildly around the room before settling on him. This was real. They were alive.

“Unshakable,” he called, squatting down into the water while he removed his pack, and Eric quickly wheeled around, confused. “They’re immortal.”

His eyes flashed with understanding. “I'll call it in.”

“Can you cut them loose?” He pulled a pair of gloves on.

“On it.” He reached behind to grab his bolt cutters while he requested an ambulance.

His hands worked quickly as he wetted a pad and placed it up against their abdomen. “I’m Exhale, and this is Unshakable. We work for INSUPA. We’re going to help you.”

Their eyes widened at that, but they gave no other response. With a loud chink, the chain snapped, and their arm dropped like a ragdoll. A little splash went up as it hit the water. Once their wound was dressed, his hand flittered higher, feeling for a pulse again, and watching their breathing.

Both were entirely absent. Great.

He looked up to Eric. “We need to get them upstairs.”

*** Someone was touching them.

Nova could feel someone’s finger pressing under their jaw, pulling them back to consciousness. They tried to fight it, begging their body to descend back into nothingness, but they were unable to. Slowly, their eyelids slid open, and the awful sensation of their existence returned.

There was a crushing weight on their chest, and it felt still and empty and wrong. Panic surged through them as they were reminded that they couldn’t breathe. Something was lodged in their throat, suffocating them, and they couldn’t do anything to get it out and- A cool, wet bandage pressed against their belly. Right. There was a person here. People? Maybe.

Their eyes flickered downwards. He was saying something to them. They should be listening, shouldn’t they?

“…Exhale….We….INSUPA…..going to….”

No. No no no. Darkstar was too late. They’d been captured. Fuck. And Exhale. The name was familiar but they couldn’t place quite where…

Oh. Oh no.

That was why he was here, looking for them in this half-flooded basement. Revenge.

It didn’t matter, though. Their body was still dead and it wouldn’t move or respond or do anything. He was going to do as he pleased. Did it really matter? Was Darkstar any different?

They still couldn’t breathe. They wanted to breathe. Why wasn’t it working?

Suddenly, the chain pinning their arm to the wall was cut and their arm flopped down into the water. They glanced over and found another person standing by them. He was holding some sort of long handled tool.

Please, please no. They couldn’t speak to beg for mercy, but maybe the pleading look would work. Darkstar liked to lop off their fingers when they’d been bad. Hopefully Exhale wasn’t the same. Or, maybe he would wait until they healed? Did it matter?

It wasn’t like he wasn’t justified.

They’d tortured him, because Darkstar had asked them too, and they really didn’t have any integrity, did they? And they’d failed Nebula, and Darkstar had kicked them out, and they’d failed everyone and hurt so many people and it was all for nothing.

It would be hard for them to argue that they didn't deserve this.

Suddenly, hands seized them, hosting them up out of the water. They tried to gasp in surprise but they couldn’t.

They just wanted to breathe.

The movement was agonizing, pulling at their injuries and sending waves of pain rolling through them. Neither of the heroes touched their shoulder at all, steering clear of the limb entirely. It was odd.

Exhale started to ascend the stairs, light slowly growing brighter as they neared the top. The fabric of his uniform was grating against their skin as he walked through the safehouse’s hallways, each step jostling their body.

Stupidly, they tried to breathe again. It didn’t work, their lungs still empty of air and the choking, suffocating sensation still stuck in their throat.

The cold air stung as Exhale carried them out the door, laying them down on the pavement. Not dropping. Laying.

He dropped his bag down next to them, and the hero they didn’t recognize took up a spot by their head. His lips moved, and he was obviously trying to tell them something, but they couldn’t hear it. Everything was a blur.

Two fingers slid under their jaw again, and he bent down low, his cheek right by their unbreathing mouth. It stayed there for what felt like a small eternity, and he straightened up, locked his fingers together, leaned over them, and pushed.

Their eyes went wide as his hands came down in their chest. He was crushing them, pushing their sternum down again and again and again. They wanted to fight him away, but their limbs still weren’t cooperating and their chest felt empty and they couldn’t breathe.

While Exhale beat into them, they could feel the hero working behind them. There was the ghost of something against their cheek, and then something invaded their nostril. They could feel the slime coated tube slithering down the back of their throat, eventually coming to a stop.

Exhale’s hands finally let up, and he leaned back on his heels. They didn’t get a break, though. Immediately, their head was yanked back and a piece of thick plastic clamped over their mouth and nose. Air was forced into their lungs, but it didn’t feel like enough.

The mask fell to the side and Exhale was back on them, pumping their chest. It hurt. They almost wished for Darkstar’s loppers.

There was an incessant drone in their ears, loud and screeching, and they were finally able to place it as sirens. An ambulance was charging down the road, lights visible out of the corner of their eye.

Exhale pulled away from their chest again, and air was pushed into their lungs. He leaned over them, ready to start, and they strained to stop him. All they could manage was a dull twitch of their hand.

He went back to pushing down on their chest, slamming his weight into them relentlessly. In the far field of their vision, they were able to see several more people approaching, laden with many bags. That couldn’t be a good sign.

They swarmed around them, voices swirling while they exchanged information. Exhale tilted back and the mask descended over their face again. They tried to resist, straining to breathe on their own, but they couldn’t do it.

Once more, he brought his hands down repeatedly, slamming his body weight into them repeatedly. More hands worked around him, a pair sticking things to their chest while another tugged at their wrist. The touch was overwhelming, and they tried to get their limbs to cooperate.

This time, though, was more successful than the first.

They raised an arm at Exhale’s body, weakly trying to fend him off. They noticed that their wrist was a little less swollen as they slapped it against his side. It probably wouldn’t end well, but they needed him to stop, even if it was just for a moment.

“Rhythm check!” someone called out.

Surprisingly, his hands pulled away, and everyone’s eyes turned towards something they couldn’t see. Two fingers came to rest under their jaw.

“Back in sinus.” Was that good? “Still not breathing.”

They tried to pull a breath in, but they still couldn’t, their lungs refusing to pull in air. The hero quickly brought the mask back down over their face, his fingers pressing up against their chin.

Exhale looked down at them. His face was calm, almost thoughtful, not angry. Why? He’d just beat their chest into pieces. He was supposed to hate them.

“We’re going to move you up onto the stretcher now,” he said, voice far too gentle. “I know it's scary, but we’re going to take care of you.”

They couldn’t detect any malice in the statement, but they also couldn’t bring themselves to believe it. He had to be lying, right? He had to be.

The people around them shifted positions, and then, on the count of three, they were lifted into the air and quickly deposited on the stretcher. It was agonizing, their legs jerking and kicking on instinct.

“Stay still for us,” Exhale said. “I know it hurts, let us help.”

They were quickly loaded onto the ambulance. It was the warmest they could remember being. Exhale disappeared from their vision, but the other hero stayed by their head, keeping the mask on their face, steadily pushing air in and out. They were hungry for it. Every pause felt like an eternity.

One of the medics was messing with their arm again. They could feel a tight band around it, the ends ticking their bicep. The other was clipping something to their finger and covering their legs with a blanket.

“Sharp scratch,” a voice said, and then something burrowed into the crook of their elbow. Several seconds later, a rush of cool washed up their arm.

Exhale reappeared. “You got access?” He sounded surprised. There was a pause, presumably for a response they couldn’t make out, and then he turned away.

“We’re going to get you something for the pain now,” the medic said. They nodded weakly, still unable to speak. Another chilling wave rolled up their arm. Exhale kept breathing for them, and try as they might to resist, they couldn’t do it. It just wouldn’t work. He looked away from their face, eyes flickering over to the monitor and back down to them. What was he going to do?

There was a brief discussion that they couldn’t follow, and then he bent down to speak with them. “Hey, you with me?” he asked. They blinked in response, tears welling in their eyes for some reason. “Good. We’re concerned about your breathing, so we’re going to put you to sleep so that we can breathe for you. It’ll be more comfortable for you, yeah.”

His voice was calm, but it struck horror in them nonetheless. Darkstar had threatened them with this before, reminding them that the drugs wouldn’t work. But they couldn’t talk, beholden to the hero moving air in and out of their lungs.

People were shifting around them, preparing for something. The painkillers were starting to dull the agony. Even though everything still hurt, it was further away. Exhale swapped out for the other hero, still squeezing the bag in time. They half expected him to stop, forcing them to feel the crushing sensation of suffocation.

He didn’t though, his face still free of any malice. It had to be fake, considering the awfulnes they knew was coming.

There were two more consecutive rushes of cold. “Ket’s in,” somebody said.

Exhale looked down at them. “You might start feelin’ pretty tired soon, and that��s okay.”

They waited, but nothing happened. He didn’t seem too shocked by this, and he told the medic to push more.

It took a moment, but eventually they felt their eyelids start to grow heavy. Were the drugs working? They hoped they were. Please. Please.

Exhale’s face hanging above them was the last thing they saw before everything went black.

*** It took nearly a double dose of ketamine to get them out, but their eyes finally slid closed. The look on their face was strangely peaceful as he instructed the paramedic to push the roc. That one took a less dramatic amount to work, but it still irked him a little. After a minute had passed, the BVM was removed, and he began.

Using his right hand, he scissored their mouth open, then went in with the laryngoscope. He moved past their teeth and pushed their tongue away, descending further into their throat. It was coated with secretions, thick and slimy and a little bloody. “Suction,” he called out.

The tool was placed in his hand, and he quickly swept it back and forth across their mouth, vacuuming the goop away. It revealed their vocal cords, still and unmoving. “Bougie, please.” He kept his eyes on their glottis as it was passed to him.

He threaded it into their mouth and down their throat, feeling it click as it moved past the rings of their trachea. Once he felt the bougie stop, he asked for his tube. He’d just gotten it past their teeth when their face jerked.

Oh fuck.

They slowly pulled their eyes open, and it was obvious they were immediately aware of what was happening. “They’ve regained consciousness, I need another dose of ket in.”

He kept sliding the tube down as their eyes flitted around frantically, eyes watering. “We’re going to get you to sleep again.” Tears started to flow down their cheeks as he pulled the bougie out. “I know, I know, but I have to.”

They were obviously terrified, eyes wide and begging for relief. “Ket’s in.”

“Good.” He inated the balloon, then attached them to the ventilator while the paramedic used tape to secure the tube. “We’ve got the medicine in now. I know it's scary, but you’ll be asleep soon.”

Slowly, it started to work, and their eyes slid closed once more. They pushed another dose of roc, since they’d eaten through that too. Immortals were always hell to keep out, and this one wasn’t going to be any different.

Once they knew it was placed correctly, they got off to the hospital. Everything else that needed to happen could be done en route. They were eating through meds at a ridiculous rate, but the procedure had done its job, and their vitals were less awful.

They looked less dead now, somehow, and as he studied their face, looking for any signs of consciousness, it hit him. He knew them.

That was Darkstar’s sidekick.

That was Nova.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump@painful-pooch@snaillamp @rainbowsandwhumperflies @whumperofworlds

#worlds babbles #whump #wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump day 13 #natural disasters #medical whump #gore #immortal whumpee #caretaker new whumper #finger gore #drug ment tw #whump writing #I love this one so much #eeeeeeeee

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whumperofworlds · 6 months

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Follow up Follow up (probably the last one cuz I gotta go to bed): Whumpee is immortal or some kind of being that's far more durable than a human like Caretaker, so Whumpee has convinced themself that they have to endure Whumper in Caretaker's place because they're stronger and nothing that happens will leave any permanent damage, right?

OOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO THIS MAKES IT EVEN BETTER, ANON!!! Cue the extra guilt from Whumpee when they break, and Whumper targets Caretaker again! They were supposed to handle it...

#wow answers #whump #whump prompt #immortal whumpee #whumpee #caretaker #also good night anon! thank you for taking the time to write these! they're all so good!!!#gonna go to bed soon too

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 1 year

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Mortal caretaker not realizing that immortal whumpee still has basic needs - food, water, rest, warmth. This leads to misunderstanding and accidental neglect.

#immortal whump #neglect #bad caretaking

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sadcatjae · 10 months

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Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938

Episode 6: Fighting, stabbed/impaled, blood loss, pain, breathing difficult, collapse.

#tale of the nine tailed 1938 spoilers #stab wound #impaling #blood loss #collapse #immortal whumpee #immortal whump #whump #whump video #he does save him btw lol #when your bro/bff/mortal enemy saves ur life QuQ #reluctant caretaker #whumper turned caretaker #sadcatjaevideos #kdrama #kdrama whump

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susiequaz12 · 7 months

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Whumptober 11

No. 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you.”

Day 11! A continuation of Marlowe's time with the vampires. Right after day 7. CW: vampire caretaker, immortal whumpee, nonbinary whumpee, talk of past injuries, blood, talk of amputation, caretaker forced to hurt whumpee.

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It took a few months for Lo to finally get back to normal after what had happened with the other vampires.

Solomon had visited them every single day, checking on them, bringing them clothing- smuggling food- dousing them with venom to keep them docile and quiet. Lo had explained it all- that while their body was healing, it focused on the biggest things first. Breathing- their organs- all the functions that kept them alive. Then it could regrow “unnecessary limbs,” and fix all the cosmetics. Solomon didn’t understand, but he knew that as soon as the human could walk again, they were getting out of there.

And now it was time.

They packed a few small supplies, enough to keep them going for a couple days.

Unfortunately the best time to leave was right when everyone would be going to bed. Right as the sun was coming up.

Sneaking out of the encampment wasn’t difficult, it’d been done before. The difficult part was going to be the long walk through the woods that surrounded them, and then across the river and past into the mountains. Once they crossed that river, they were sure to be out of their reach.

Solomon had trodded ahead, grateful for the thick shade of the trees against the heat of the sun. They could hear the soft padding of the human’s footsteps behind them. As long as they continued to hear that, they could keep moving forward- Lo steadily behind them.

Until their footsteps were no longer there.

And then Solomon heard something else-

A muffled scream.

Instantly he turned back around, no longer seeing Lo in his line of sight. He stepped back a bit to find Lo huddled at the base of a tree, a single hand clamped over their mouth as their other one hadn’t grown back quite yet.

Locked around their ankle was a trap- a large metal trap with teeth that had encased themselves firmly around Lo’s leg- Solomon could already smell the pungent blood of the wounds that were seeping.

“Marlowe-” Sol whispered, kneeling down next to the human. They were trying not to scream. “It’s okay, I’ll get it off- just give me a second-”

Lo shook their head, groaning beneath their hand- eyes darting to the trap.

Solomon inspected it closer, finally realizing it was one from his own camp. He was there when it was designed. The teeth were meant to lock around the prey, incapacitating them. It was chained to a the tree as well, and could only be unlocked by a key kept in their base, so that the prey was brought in, trap and all. Once pried open the damage could be fairly minimal as long as it was bandaged properly.

But without the key- no amount of human strength could pry the jaws open once they had locked shut.

Apparently no vampire strength could either.

That was evident after about half an hour of trying. Lo was crumpled in a heap, sobbing openly into their arm as the teeth dug and tore into their leg despite Sol’s desperate attempts to dislodge it.

“Solomon-” They panted out.

“I can get- I think I have it I-”

“Solomon please, Sol-”

“I just need to get better leverage, but I can-”

“Solomon just stop!” Lo gasped out. “Just stop for a second- please- God- please-” they panted for a second to catch their breath as Solomon sat up from his crouch over their leg.

“I need to-it’s-” He sighed, realizing his defeat. “I can’t get it without the key.”

“Yeah, you think?” Lo snarked. They were already feeling dizzy, their blood soaking into the dirt beneath them. Solomon couldn’t stay out in this heat either. Even though they were in the shade the sun was getting higher and higher in the sky, and soon would be right overhead.

“Listen- I’m- there’s a lot of blood.” Lo stated, pulling themselves further off of the dirt, bracing themselves against the tree. “They’re going to find us if we keep going like this, I- I can’t keep going like this. There’s too much blood it- it’s-” they had to stop- panting and out of breath as the pain flared up in their leg.

“I- I can’t leave you.” Solomon whispered, eyes trailing back down to the injury. “I- we have to find a way.” He paced around the tree, inspecting every angle, searching for any weak point.

Lo couldn’t see his face through his mask, but they could sense the furrowed look on his brow- the sweat beading down his forehead. They stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm. Sol turned to look at the pale human.

“There- there is a way.” Sol glanced down at them, coming into a crouch.

“Cut of my foot.” Lo stated.

Solomon shot back up, taking a step away. “No. What- that’s- no, I will not hurt you any further.”

“Fine then.” Lo groaned. “Then give me your knife, I’ll do it myself, I’ve done it before.”

Solomon didn’t press for details, but they were not about to let their human cut off their own leg.

“I- is that our only option?”

“Sure seems like it right now. Unless you want to risk sneaking back into camp to get the key, and making your way back here. It’ll probably be dark by then, which’ll make it a lot more difficult to get back here without being caught.”

Lo’s voice was shaking, their body trembling in the pain as they spoke, Solomon was glad they couldn’t see the tremble in their jaw, the concern on their brow as their face was covered.

“I don’t want to do this-” Sol whispered as they pulled out the knife, setting it onto the blood-stained dirt beside them.

Marlowe closed their eyes, leaning back against the tree. Their eyes shot open as their chin was grabbed, their head tilted back. Immediately they knew what Sol was doing and they let their mouth fall open, eyes closed gently.

Solomon pulled up the bottom half of his mask, and pressed his mouth against the human’s, cradling their neck in his hand. His venom entered it’s way into Lo, and they swallowed the sour liquid quickly, their eyes beginning to feel dazed as the vampire pulled away, replacing his mask back over his face.

“I hope that’ll help. Here-” Solomon offered one of his gloves out to Lo, the thick leather falling into their hand. “We’re in the shade still, I shouldn’t need it for a bit. To- to bite down on.” He clarified, when Lo blinked up at him in confusion.

Lo placed the thick leather glove carefully in between their teeth biting down on it and closing their eyes as the world began to spin around them. Everything grew hazy- their brain a mass of mush from all the venom, and they felt their body hit the dirt.

And then they felt the blade make its first cut into their skin.

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It took Solomon longer than he had wanted to cut Lo’s leg away from the trap.

The bone took the longest part. Thankfully Lo had passed out by then.

They had screamed for a while, moaning and grunting into the glove they held between their teeth. But now they just lie in a heap in the dirt, breathing soft- frantic breaths- the venom probably working its way through their system.

Solomon buried the remnants of their foot, and covered the trap in the soil- hopefully enough to mask the scent. They used their knife to tear off the bottom few inches of their cloak, wrapping it tightly around Lo’s leg, trying desperately to stem the bleeding before scooping up the frail human and slinging them over his shoulder.

Solomon slid the knife back into its sheath on his belt as he began to walk. Pushing everything that had just happened- everything that he had had to do- out of his mind. Just focusing on one step after another.

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#whumptober2023 #no.11 #animal trap #vampire caretaker #immortal whumpee #nonbinary whumpee #ocs #whump writing #amputation #blood #marlowe the immortal

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