#merry whumpmas

[whumpishprompts]

#whump prompts #whumpish prompts #sickfic prompts #hurt/comfort prompts #injury prompts #sick prompts #angst prompts #merry whumpmas

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 30: Sweating

TW: fever, delirious, past abuse/whump

Whumpee shook their head and mumbled something unintelligible as Caretaker placed the cool, damp cloth on their forehead. Their eyes were half-open but glazed over, their skin slick with sweat. “No…” they muttered, “no!”

“It’s okay…” Caretaker soothed, placing another cloth on the back of Whumpee’s neck. “You got a pretty bad fever, but it’ll be okay, I’m here.”

Whumpee’s eyes flicked about the room, but they showed no sign of hearing or understanding their words. “...Whumper…” they whispered, almost fearfully.

Caretaker stiffened. “Whumper’s not here,” they said hurriedly, touching Whumpee’s hand in reassurance, “It’s just me.”

Whumpee shook their head. “No, please! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Caretaker froze. “Aw, hell….”

“...please…” Whumpee mumbled, closing their eyes. Tears began to drip from underneath the closed lids. “Please… please stop…”

Caretaker intertwined their fingers with Whumpee’s. “Whumper can’t hurt you anymore, okay?” They whispered, still unsure if Whumpee could understand them. “I won’t let them. You hear that? I won’t let them hurt you.”

#merry whumpmas #my writing #whump #whumpee #whump scenario #caretaker #fever whump #fever #delirium whump #implied abuse #past whump #whumper #whumpee x caretaker

[slippedtheknot]

Whumpmas: Day "Six"

Sugar cookie + burns+ denied food as punishment

Whumpee shrugged his shoulders and hid the bottom half of his face in his hoodie; trying to hide the tears.

However, to Whumpee's dismay, Caretaker is good at her job and was able to pick up on his watery eyes right away.

"What's wrong?"

Whumpee sniffled and turned his face from her hands. "Nothin'"

"Are you sure? I want to be able to help you."

"I-it's just that...well Whumper. He...he'd keep food from me as a punishment."

Caretaker nodded, before the words finally sunk in. "Oh, oh okay. Well...hun, you know that you've been good today, right?"

"Um...yes ma'am, I understand. It's just that, I'm not too hungry right now."

"Sweetheart, you have to have something." Caretaker brushed the stray hairs out of Whumpee's face. "I can't send you to bed on an empty stomach!"

"Would you feel better if you helped to make it? We can make some sugar cookies. Maybe by the time we make, bake, and decorate them, you'll be hungry."

Whumpee bounced the idea around in his mind for a while.

"Okay."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey, Whumpee, would you mind grabbing the cookies out of the oven? Set them down on the stove top." Caretaker looked back at Whumpee while she worked at stirring the frosting. Whumpee's head shot up and his body moved to the oven door. His movements almost seemed robotic to Caretaker, but she shrugged her suspensions away.

The door popped open, and the next thing Caretaker heard was Whumpee screaming.

She dropped her stirring spoon and bowl. On it's way down, the spoon knocked over the milk; spilling it all over.

Between the pain, Caretaker grabbing his wrist, the cool water, the sounds, and the smell of cookies, Whumpee was having a breakdown.

"Hey, sweetheart." Caretaker grabbed his face and turned his face to her. "Are you okay?"

"No."

#merry whumpmas #whump #whumpee #caretaker #whump community #whump writing #whump blog #whump stuff #whump prompt #whump things #whump recovery #recovery whump #sugar cookie whump #burn whump #denied food as punishment whump #Whumpmas day six

[ibims1seb]

Merry Whumpmas

Day three: fever

Let’s just ignore the fact that I completely procrastinated 1 and 2

TW: fever, mentioned kidnapping, mentioned torture/hurting, mentioned threatening, mentioned broken in in a house, bruises, lmk if there is more

The kitchen was a lot quieter than usual. And also a lot colder. The snow that had started to fall a few days prior had turned into mud, and the white wonderland had turned into a depressing sight to see over the night. The heater in the basement was working at full capacity, but the house was old, so only a few rooms could be kept warm at a time. And those rooms had to be the bedrooms and baths, not the kitchen.

Whumpee was searching through the cupboards to find the peppermint tea. They were sure that they had some left from yesterday, but it seemingly disappeared. That had happened a lot, since caretaker got sick. At first it seemed inconvenient but now it was just straight up suspicious. Yesterday, they misplaced their coffee mug. The day before that, tissues started to disappear and now the tea? And they thought caretaker was the one with the fever. Well, at leaste the medicine was still there.

With some other herb tea, a pill and grandma’s soup, they got back to their patients bedroom. When they stepped into the room, it got noticeably warme. Still, a shudder walked down their spine while they closed the door behind them.

Whumpee stopped dead in their track when they looked back at the bed. They would have dropped the tray, if their hands didn’t cramp up into tight fists. Their knuckles turned with and it started to hurt, but they couldn’t stop.

“They aren’t getting better, it seems.”, they couldn’t see Whumper’s face, leaning over caretakers sleeping form, but they could hear the smile. They could hear his amusement of both Whumpee’s and the sick one’s helplessness. “What kind of medicine have you been giving them?”

Now, the man turned around, unfazed by the situation. The two just stared at each other, Whumpee with a mix of fear and disgust and Whumper with unreadable demand for an answer to his question.

“How did you…?” The rest of the question was caught in their throat. How did you get in here? How did you know where we were? How did you find us? But every word got stuck on the way out and nothing was heard.

“I asked you a question, Whumpee.”, the man tried to get to them, but they knew. Knew what would happen once he did so, so they stepped back. Away from him and from caretaker, who was now turning uncomfortable in their sheets. They needed food and their pills and something to drink, and comfort and—! A hand creeped around Their forearm, semi gently dragging them closer to Whumper.

“You really did lose all your training, didn’t you?” The second hand took the medication, inspecting it closely. “Their fever is too high for that to work.” He let go of them, but they didn’t move away. There was no escaping now anyway.

“We don’t have anything better…”, their voice was quiet but strong nonetheless. For now, there was no reason to fear him. If he wanted to hurt them, he would have done so already.

“Why didn’t you go and get something better?” The man had taken the tray by now, and put it on the nightstand. His movements were as precise as his actions were confusing, but that didn’t come as a surprise. He had never cared to explain himself.

“There was a snow storm up until two days ago and they seemed to be getting better…”, the man nodded absentmindedly before getting up und disappearing into the bathroom. When he got back, the cloth from Caretakers forehand was wet again and he placed it back on top of their head. It all seemed so… caring… but Whumpee couldn’t believe that!

“Why are you here?” They asked, finally. Both had settled in around the bed, a noticeable yet not at all comforting distance between them. Whumper had ordered the new medicine like it was fast food, but they didn’t want to question it.

“Why does that matter?” They could only stare at that sentence. Was he seriously that delusional to not even realise how weird the situation was?

“Because you kidnapped me, hurt me and promised that hell would break lose once you find me again! And now you broke into my house and cared for my best friend!” Whumper did not meet their eyes. But he also didn’t seem to look at Caretaker, even though his eyes were trained in that direction. He also seemed nervous, but that didn’t suit him. None of this did, honestly. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Don’t talk to me like that!” His voice wasn’t as harsh as they remembered. Now that they thought about it. He also didn’t look like the man they remembered. He was a lot skinnier and there were a few, mostly healed, bruises on the little amount of skin he was showing.

“Where’d you got them?” For the first time, he actually met their gaze. His eyes had lost the cruel fire they once housed and his face was pale. Too pale to be healthy for sure. And for some reason, he still thought he was in control.

“What?”

“The bruises. Where’d you got them?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”, it would have convinced them if he didn’t immediately take his hands to the places they meant. Honestly, no, it wouldn’t have.

“I know that behaviour.”, both looked away from the other. If it was because of shame or defiance, they weren’t sure. “I used to be like that too, when I first got back.” The room got quiet again, before Caretaker shifted in their bed once more, this time waking up.

“We can talk about it later…”, his voice was weak quite and his gaze was unsure. He probably hoped they wouldn’t hear him.

But they did! So, yes, they would talk later.

———

I did not reread this so it is very possible that there are mistakes :) let’s just ignore those pls

Masterlist

#whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #creepy whumper #defiant whumpee #carewhumper #whump community #whump drabble #whumpblr #merry whumpmas #whumpmas 2023 #caretaker #whumper turned whumpee #whumper turned caretaker #whumpee turned caretaker #I have both too much and too less free time #:(

[aceofwhump]

Happy Whumpmas (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*🎅⛄❄️!!! You have just been snowballed by a secret whumper. Help to keep the snowball fight going by anonymously sending this to five other whumpers with a whump-related question of your choice: what is your favorite way for a character to comfort another? P.s have a womderful best Christmas! 😘

Thank you for the snowball!!! Have a lovely Christmas anon!!

My favorite way to comfort a character? I love a good tight hug. I'm weak for someone being covered with a blanket. But let's be real, it's all about the hands, anon. IT'S ALL ABOUT THE HANDS!!!

Now there's the go to hand holding which is amazing. I loooove when someone takes the hand of unconscious whumpee in the hospital bed.

Or we can talk about the gentle face touching especially when the whumpee is crying or panicky cause I adore that with my whole heart.

Or what about the touches when the whumpee has just been found and the caretaker needs to be touching them to reassure themselves they're alive and to offer comfort to the whumpee.

But I'd like to talk about when someone runs their hands through the whumpee's hair cause that is MY FAVORITE. I always, always melt when this happens either in visual media or in fanfiction. I ADORE IT! If I have an injured or really emotional character, the odds of me having someone run their fingers through their hair is very high.

#whumpmas #merry whumpmas #mod replies #ask #comfort #hands #hand in hair #hair touching #so good #my favorite whump #i need to fix my tag for that trope cause it's like separated into 3 different tags and i also forget to tag for it #need to fix that #but it's the best

[chrxnicdaydream]

beautiful art by my talented event partner @/skellytonpens on twt!

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count: 3.1k

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya

Additional Tags: Sick Dazai Osamu, Sickfic, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Sicktember, Sicktember 2023, Suffering Dazai Osamu, Caring Nakahara Chuuya, Laryngitis, Dazai Osamu Needs a Hug, Nakahara Chuuya Takes Care of Dazai Osamu

Summary:

“Oi.”

The sharp tone jolted Dazai, shifting his focus back to the glaring face in front of him. His lips parted, but no sound left them. He stood there on Chuuya’s doorstep at three in the morning, blinking dumbly. He didn’t know how he would respond even if he could speak.

Chuuya peered at him cautiously. “Oi, what’s the matter with you? You’re being weirder than usual.”

OR a mute Dazai shows up at Chuuya's in the middle of the night, sick & alone on Christmas Eve

Sicktember Day 14: “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”

read on ao3!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #skk #soukoku #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #ao3 writer #bsd fic recs #bsd fic #ao3 fic #fic rec #sickfic #sicktember #sicktember 2023 #merry whumpmas #i never promote my fics on tumblr #but i figured i should try hehe #fic writing #ao3 author #my writing #calmlb fics #BSD Christmas Chronicles #bsd fanart

[lili-loves-whump]

lili-loves-whump presents:

a merry whumpmas snippet,

Chills

Whumpee lies under their blankets. They shiver desperately, trying to stay warm under the mountain of covers. The door creaks, and Caretaker knocks gently.

The sound rattles in Whumpee’s head.

“Hey, Whumpee,” Caretaker says softly, wincing at the tired moan Whumpee gives in reply. They sigh, and sit down on the bed.

“How are you?”

Whumpee shakes their head, ignoring the dizziness as they move quickly. They lie back into the pillows and Caretaker sucks their teeth, looking sympathetic.

“I see,” they say, rubbing their temples, “I see.”

Whumpee nods softly. They try to speak, but their mouth is filled with sand and is too dry to make any syllables.

Caretaker shoots them an empathetic smile before standing up again. The bed is cold where they left.

Whumpee snuggles further into the blankets. The windows are shut, it is warm as spring outside, and yet they are wracked in chills that ripple down their spine and make their teeth chatter.

They try to speak again, but still cannot.

Caretaker clasps their hands together and nods. They purse their lips and turn away.

Whumpee scrunches their eyes shut and force a whimper out of their throat.

Caretaker turns with such force Whumpee flinches, raising their shaky hands from underneath the blanket in a halfhearted attempt to cover their face.

“Sorry,” Caretaker mumbles, “do you want me to stay?”

Whumpee nods vigorously. They ignore the uneasiness they feel at the gesture.

Caretaker smiles and sits next to them, placing a warm hand over their covered ones. “Of course,” they say softly, smiling gently.

#lili loves whump #drabble #creative writing #trope #oneshots #whump #Whumpee #caretaker #whumpmas 2023 #merry whumpmas #chills

[whump-they-it-is]

Merry Whumpmas

No.13) Denial

The Invitation 2015

((Oh poor Will and his continuous denial of his feeling of grief and loss. He is on such a journey in this movie))

#whump #logan marshall green #merry whumpmas #denial #the invitation #grief #loss #emotional turmoil #emotional whump

[flowerpetalprincess]

Merry Whumpmas || Day 24; Snowed In

It was hard to keep each other warm, when one of you was the embodiment of winter. Caretaker mused that perhaps, cuddling up to Whumpee was just going to make the situation worse.

But Whumpee was so drained, even he couldn't resist Winters cruel chill.... so Caretaker continued to hold onto them, even as the cold took him too.

-

This was going to be cute, like, snuggling by the fireplace cute! But it sorta just... derailed.

Whoops.

It was also meant to be a gift for my good friend, @lindzem but it came out just super angsty, sorry x-x

Merry Whumpmus everyone!

Prompt List

Jack Frost and Pitch Black both belong to Rise of the Guardians || Dreamworks

Please do not steal, repost, or alter in any way.

#merrywhumpmas #merry whumpmas #merry whumpmas 2023 #merrywhumpmas2023 #whump #whumpmas #whumpmas2023 #rotg #blackice #rotg fanart #blackice rotg #my art #queue

[jedi-lothwolf]

Merry Whumpmas Day 5: Poison

Fandom: The Dragon Prince

Summary: Runaan leaves a poison on the table as he goes to grab something before leaving not knowing anyone was home. Ethari comes out of his workshop and decides he wants a drink.

  Assassins are careful. But sometimes being careful isn't enough. Sometimes you need to make sure your husband isn't home when you leave your poison next to his glass. The color of the liquids were that different.

    Ethari walked out of his workshop to realize he had forgotten his drink on the table. Runaan had almost forgotten his small knife he kept on him just in case.

    As he walked out to the dinning room where he had left his supplies, he paused for a moment. "I didn't know you were home."

    "Oh, I was in my workshop. Are you about to head out love?" Ethari asked as he set down his glass.

    Runaan looked at the glass. He looked at the one next to it and froze. His eyes locked on the two glasses as he realized that his husband had grabbed the wrong glass.

    "Ethari, sit down." He pulled out a chair at the table and pushed him into it.

    "Is everything okay?" the man asked.

    "No. You grabbed the wrong glass."

    Runaan's heart sank as he watched Ethari realize what had happened.

    "It's okay. Go get the antidote. I'll be fine here."

    The elf ran back to his closet. He had moved everything there when Rayla moved in. He tore it apart trying to find it.

    In the other room, Ethari started to feel the effects of the poison. He tried to stand to go help Runaan and to maybe help him calm down. He got a few feet before he collapsed. His breathing speed slightly as he sat against the table.

    A crash came from their room. Runaan pulled away from the object that fell. He looked at his shaking hand to see blood coming out of a large cut. He shook it off and looked back to the closet.

    Rayla hadn't moved in all that long ago and he hadn't had a chance to really organize everything yet. She took up a lot more time then Runaan had realized she would. He didn't mind most of the time but right now he almost resented taking her in.

    But even then he knew it wasn't her fault. As he grabbed for a vile at the top of the shelf, he thought about how he knew better then to leave something as deadly as poison on the table. He knew better then to assume it would be okay.

    The vile came into his grasp and he looked at the label on the bottom. He had found what he needed.

    Ethari couldn't see straight. He had a terrible headache and everything felt off center. Even though he knew he was staying still, everything felt like it was moving. The worst part was feeling tired. He felt so tired.

    When Runaan came into the room, Ethari hadn't noticed at first. He only saw him when he was a few feet in front of him.

    "Love?" He asked.

    "Drink this." Runaan put the small vile against Ethari's lips and tipped it some. The elf tried to take the glass but Runaan didn't let him.

    Slowly he started to recover. While he still couldn't see straight or think very well, Ethari took his husband's injured hand into his own. He looked at his, swaying and tried to get him to take care of it.

    At first Runaan didn't understand but slowly he got the point and grabbed a nearby towel and pressed it against his hand. "Is that better?"

    Ethari smiled. Runaan grabbed him and laid him down on the couch. He grabbed the trash can and put it next to them and held Ethari's hair when he threw up. He pulled the other back into the couch when he almost fell off.

    Another assassin walked into their home. He didn't even knock. He looked at Runaan confused. "Everything okay? You were supposed to meet up like thirty minutes ago."

    "I'm going to be late. If the time comes and you must leave, I will catch up."

    "Okay?" The elf sounded skeptical as he started to walk away.

    "Can you, find Rayla for me? Take her the coins on the counter and tell her to grab some bread from the market."

    "Don't want her home yet?" He asked.

    "Not yet."

    The assassin grabbed the coins and headed for the door. "I'll keep her distracted."

    "Thank you." Runaan looked back at the man in front of him. He sighed. This had never happened before. Normally he was more careful than that. He never should have left such a strong poison on the table.

    It was yours before Ethari came close to recovering. The assassin had done as he said he and had kept Rayla away from the home.

    "I'm so sorry" Runaan began. "I never should have left poison on the table. I was just going to grab something."

    "It's okay." Ethari spoke slowly and softly. "I probably should have looked."

    "No this is my fault. How are you feeling?"

    "Better then before."

    "Good."

    "You need to go right?"

    "I can stay."

    "No, you go ahead. I'll be okay."

    It took awhile before Runaan finally agreed to leave. He left the trash can by his side and bright Ethari a glass of water.

    "I'll be home soon. I love you." He kissed  Ethari's forehead and made his way to the door.

    "I love you too dear." Ethari laid back down on the couch. He grabbed the glass of water and took a sip of it. Then he set it back on the table and grabbed the book that was there. Taking the blanket into his hands, he pulled it over him and opened the book. At least he had a reason to read now.

#merrywhumpmas #merry whumpmas #whump #poison #runaan x ethari #tbp #tdp runaan #tdp ethari #the dragon prince #the dragon prince whump #runaan #dragon prince whump #dragon prince #ethari

[i-eat-worlds]

Visceral Comfort

this is a continuation of this piece by @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

cw: medical whump, past medical abuse, slavery, comfort

The doctor examined their patient’s surgical scars, mulling over what had caused them. There were many, in various stages of healing and infection. It was clear that the patient's previous owners had been sloppy with their patch jobs, and that they hadn't received the proper care afterwards. It was outrageous to call yourself a doctor yet do such a poor job cleaning up after such a major procedure. Because of their past owners’ negligence, the chances were quite high that they’d be dead by morning.

They’d done their best to fix what damage they could, removing the sponges that had been left inside and putting some things back where they belonged. It was like a bloody, visceral puzzle, the way that everything had been displaced. Their wounds had been cleaned and dressed in a vain eort to keep infection at bay, but they’d been open and festering for so long that it was unlikely to save them.

The patient was weak, both from the brutality of multiple surgeries and the sickness resulting afterwards. They hadn’t asked for food or water, nor had they made any ther requests. Not for pain management, which was odd, considering what agony they must’ve been in. When they asked what would happen next, the doctor had been honest with them.

“You’ll probably die. I’ll make it comfortable for you.”

So, it was a pleasant surprise when they came in today and found their patient still alive.

It was clear that they had actually slept, the bags under their eyes reduced slightly, and a small amount of life returned to their face. They were still miles away from being healthy, but it was good to see an improvement.

Perhaps they would make it another week.

Then, the patient spoke. No pleasantries were exchanged. Their throat probably still hurt to much for that.

“Is there going to be another surgery today?” The patient’s eyes nervously scanned the doctor's gown, gloves, and mask.

“No.” As interesting as it would’ve been to further investigate the damage, another surgery would likely kill them. The reason for the surgical attire was simply cleanliness. The risk for infection was very high and if the patient was to survive, then it would need to be minimized. “I’m going to look at your wounds.”

The doctor commenced with the exam, inspecting the incisions from the most recent surgery before moving on to the older ones. They were healing nicely, or nicer than they had been. It took a while, since their thorax and abdomen were littered with surgical sites, all in various stages of healing. Remarkably, they remained still the whole time, slowly breathing in a manner that told the doctor their chest was still very sore.

They pulled their hands away, moving to grab the supplies needed for a bed bath. When their back was turned, the patient piped up. “How much longer do I have?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” They wet the sponge in the tub of water. “Your body has experienced quite a lot of trauma. I’ll do my best to keep you comfortable until then, regardless of how long it takes.”

They could feel the patient relax as they carefully scrubbed at their skin. Nearly twenty years of grime had built up, and while they’d been able to get at most of it yesterday, some spots still needed work.

“Thank you.” Their tone was genuine, painfully so.

“You're welcome,” they said, shifting uncomfortably as they rang out the sponge.

They lapsed back into silence. The patient's throat still hurt, and the doctor was meditating on the state of the world.

When had something as simple comfort for the dying become such a rare thing that it deserved a heartfelt thank you?

#worlds babbles #whump #medical whump #past abuse #slavery #surgery tw #surgical whump #merry whumpmas

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 18: Fainting

TW: fainting

Caretaker eyed Whumpee worriedly as they smacked into the table for the fifth time that day. They’d been clumsier than usual, their complexion more pale, and every so often, they’d press their hand to their forehead in sudden pain. But when Caretaker asked them if they were alright, Whumpee only smiled and shook their head as if nothing was wrong.

But Caretaker knew Whumpee too well.

“Why the hell do you keep following me around?” Whumpee finally demanded. Caretaker had just carried a laundry basket into the living room, where they were sitting and reading.

Caretaker glanced up at them innocently. “Following you around?”

“Literally every time I change rooms, there you are, doing something or other in the same room! Even if I go to the bathroom, you’re waiting outside. What’s your deal?”

Dropping the laundry basket onto the ground, Caretaker plopped onto the couch and pulled out a gray shirt. “Can a simple ‘I’m worried about you’ suffice?”

“I told you: I’m fine!” Whumpee snapped. “I don’t need you fussing over me like a mother hen!”

“Are you sure…?” Caretaker questioned as they finished folding the gray shirt and set it aside. “Because you’ve been acting off all day….”

Anger and annoyance flashed on Whumpee’s face. “Fine! You know what, I have been feeling off!” They jumped to their feet, their book shoved aside. “And it’s nothing, because I’m just tired. That’s all! There, are you ha—”

A strange look crossed their face, and they staggered, hands thrown out for balance. “I…” they mumbled, eyes rollling up in their head, “I…”

Caretaker jumped up, the pair of jeans forgotten, and sprinted to them as their knees buckled underneath their weight. They barely managed to catch Whumpee before their head slammed into the hard edge of their chair.

“Whumpee?”

Caretaker carefully lowered them to the ground, trying not to panic. Sure, they’d been worried about Whumpee’s health, but they hadn’t expected anything like this! Thankfully, Whumpee was still breathing, and after a few clumsy attempts, Caretaker managed to find their pulse.

Releasing a long, slow breath, Caretaker rocked back on their heels. They couldn’t think of anything else they’d need to do for someone who’d fainted, but then again, they'd never been in this situation before now. Probably best to wait until Whumpee woke up.

If they woke up.

#merry whumpmas #my writing #whumpee #whump #whump scenario #caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #protective caretaker #stubborn whumpee #fainting #passing out #collapse #fainting whump #denial

[slippedtheknot]

Whumpmas: Day "Four"

At the Mall + Don't Let Them See You Cry + Touch Starved

TW: swearing

Whumpee marched down the shiny floors with his head hung low. Big, flashy signs bordered his peripheral vision that promised they had even lower prices.

"Whumpee! Whumpee, wait, that's not what I meant!" Caretaker shouted after Whumpee; his boots squeaking on the tile as he sprinted to catch up to Whumpee.

"Hey, stop." Caretaker grabbed his shoulder and flipped Whumpee's body around. "I didn't mean it that way, I promise."

"What could you have possibly fucking meant?" Whumpee, despite being injured in several places, took a warning step towards Caretaker.

"I just meant that asking Leader for a hug looks really weak. If he sees you as weak, he won't put you on another mission...and-"

"Shut up." Whumpee raised his hand. "Let me worry about me, and you worry about you, 'ight? Mind your own fucking business."

"Okay, but Leader told me that you cried? Like, in your 'lil office? You shouldn't do that, Whumpee. You'll seem weak."

"Shut the fuck up."

#whumpee #whump things #whump community #whump blog #whump writing #whump prompt #whump stuff #recovery #caretaker #merry whumpmas #whumpmas 2023 #at the mall whump #don't let them see you cry trope #touch starved trope #bad caretaker

[whumpndump]

Cw: Non-con kissing, victim blaming

Creepy whumper using mistletoe as an excuse to kiss whumpee at a christmas party, deep and long, claiming them in front of everyone.

When whumpee gets angry and pushes away in repsonse, whumper just laughs it off, claiming its christmas tradition, nothing more, and they're not sorry if it upset them.

The more whumpee complains, the more everyone around them, merry and slightly tipsy, begins to get annoyed with them for being 'such a killjoy'.

Whumpee's complaints fall on deaf and frustrated ears, and when whumper smirks and pulls them in for a second kiss, everyone cheers and laughs, finding the situation very funny.

Whumpee gives up on protesting it, and rushes to the bathroom to rinse their mouth out... and perhaps to cry.

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[aceofwhump]

Happy Whumpmas (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*🎅⛄❄️!!! You have just been snowballed by a secret whumper. Help to keep the snowball fight going by anonymously sending this to five other whumpers with a whump-related question of your choice: favorite whump from a British show and favorite whump from an American show and because I'm mean, you can only choose one example for each 😈! I also demand a photo of your adorable cat 😉! Merry Christmas, dear! Xxxx

I CAN ONLY CHOOSE ONE FOR EACH!?!?!? Oh nonny you are mean!! That's so hard!! i watch so many British and US shows!! SO MANY!

Okay so I made a list of my favorites and it got.....incredibly long. My god I have a lot of favorites. But I think I'm going to choose these two whump moments as my *favorite

British: Fuck there's so many to choose from!!!! Ahh!! Okay I guess I'm going to go with Merlin 1x04 "The Poisoned Chalice" for my favorite whump from a British show at this moment in time. I have lost count of how many times I've watched this episode. It's so good. The self sacrifice talking the poison for Arthur, the choking and collapsing, the high fever, the wheezing way he breaths, the way Arthur worries, the caretaking. IT'S PERFECT (sidenote but I apparently haven't giffed this episode and I need to change that soon)

American: I'm agonizing over this one i tell you but for right now I'm going to go with another one that is always a huge favorite of mine and that I've watched like 1000 times. Hawaii Five-0 8x10. Danny gets shot while theyre all trapped in isolation? Bleeding out, unable to breathe, hallucinating, extremely worried and panicky Steve who has to conduct surgery on him? AMAZING! BEAUTIFUL! PERFECT

And a picture of my kitty just for you! She likes to sit in this chair while me and my family eat dinner and patiently waits for us to give her tiny scraps. It's adorable. Sometimes she'll reach out with her paw and like tap us on the arm. It's the most polite way of asking for food I've ever seen from a cat. I love her so much.

Merry Christmas!!!

*subject to change based on my mood

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[clairelsonao3]

Happy Whumpmas (੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*🎅⛄❄️!!! You have just been snowballed by a secret whumper. Help to keep the snowball fight going by anonymously sending this to five other whumpers with a whump-related question of your choice.

What’s your process for creating Whumper-type characters, or inspirations for creating Whumper-type characters?

You're going to regret asking me this, but thank you and Happy Whumpmas!

Below the cut for mild spoilers for the later chapters of GSNBTR.

My Whumpers almost always have personal connections with their whumpees. I tend not to use the totally impersonal whumper, and if I ever were to do that, they'd most likely form some kind of personal connection with their whumpee eventually. That said, there are a lot of different types of personal connections whumpers can have.

Taking GSNBTR as an example, it has three characters that do most of the whumping. They all have personal connections to the whumpee MCs and reasons for doing what they do, but they're also all different.

I could characterize all three of them according to how they rank in three categories on a scale of 1 to 10: how creepy they are with the MCs, how intimate with them they are, and how complex their backstories are.

Resi is an intimate whumper, quite creepy at times, AND has a complex backstory that explains why she's personally out to get the MCs. So she'd be near the top in all categories.

Corey, meanwhile, is more mean-spirited than creepy, and he's not complex. He's just a spoiled, arrogant, selfish jerk who hates anyone who dares to defy their place in the pecking order. Even when he goes out of his way to learn personal information about the MCs to torment them with, and resorts to attempted noncon, it's just another tactic to goad them, not because he personally desires or cares about it all that much.

And lastly, the groundskeeper aka Obadiah is thoroughly creepy and does desire it🤮, but he has no backstory to speak of, and no backstory anyone WANTS to speak of, nor is he capable of being particularly intimate for those reasons. So he'd fall somewhere in the middle.

Just to clarify, no I do not regularly make bar graphs as my "process" for creating whumpers, lol. I just thought it would be helpful for this particular post. 😂

As for my inspirations, it's usually the backstories that determine how the whumpers behave. They also serve different roles in the story all embody different tropes. (You knew this would come down to tropes, right?)

Corey, for example, is very much the Romantic False Lead/Jerkass type that pops up in a lot of young adult romances, but he's too young, dumb, and incompetent to really be the main villain. Whereas Resi is more complex and so serves as the Big Bad and embodies the Freudian Excuse. And then both she and the groundskeeper represent I Have You Now, My Pretty with Louisa and [Redacted], respectively.

Corey was most useful at the beginning of the story when the MCs are first getting together, whereas Resi emerges later in the story when they're fighting to stay together, as well as more closely fighting to protect and save their loved ones. The groundskeeper is just convenient to have around to make them miserable in any way I need him to at the time. 😂

I suspect no one's reading this anymore, but if you are, thanks and have a cookie! 😂

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