#prompt: helpless

[serickswrites]

Helplessly

Warnings: blood, bleeding, wounds, unconsciousness, temporary character death, cpr, stabbing, stab wound, caretaker and whumpee

Caretaker was helpless. So completely helpless. And they hated it. Hated it more than anything, including Whumper. Because they could do something about Whumper. They had done something about Whumper. But now they were helpless. They hated it.

They were helpless as they watched Whumpee collapse with a stab wound in their gut, blood pouring over Whumpee's fingers as they cried out. They were helpless as Whumpee lay there bleeding. Helpless as Whumpee begged Whumper to stop. Helpless as they managed to disarm Whumper and get to Whumpee. Helpless because they couldn't keep Whumpee conscious. Couldn't keep their blood inside them. Caretaker was helpless to save Whumpee.

"GET THE MEDIC IN HERE NOW!" They had roared to the rest of the team as they tried to keep Whumpee alive. "Stay with me, Whumpee, keep your eyes on me. Please," they had begged Whumpee.

Whumpee had blinked sluggishly at them Blinked and took shaky, trembling breaths. But they hadn't been able to keep their eyes open. They were helpless against the darkness that pulled them under. Just as Caretaker was helpless to keep them awake.

And so now Caretaker stood to the side as they watched the medics try to revive Whumpee. Caretaker hated being helpless. Hated that they couldn't stop replaying the last hour to see if they could have done something. Hated that they could only watch helplessly as the Whumpee's body jerked with each compression.

Caretaker was helpless. They hated it.

But as Whumpee sucked in a huge breath of air, Caretaker dared hope. Hope that perhaps though they were helpless, someone wasn't. Hope that the medics could keep Whumpee's heart beating. Hope that Whumpee would make it to the hospital. Hope that Whumpee could be saved.

And suddenly Caretaker wasn't so helpless anymore.

#serickswrites #queue #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw blood #tw bleeding #tw wounds #tw unconsciousness #tw temporary character death #tw cpr #tw stabbing #tw stab wond #caretaker and whumpee #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #day 1 #prompt: helpless

[writerlovestropes]

Red Hood is crossing the street one night and he's hit by a car. Tim Drake scrambles out of the passenger seat, but his Uber driver doesn't stick around to face Red Hood's wrath. Tim is 13 years old, so Hood knows he wasn't the driver, but Tim still wants to make up for what happened, so he says he owes Hood a favor. That is the beginning of an unlikely truce that turns into friendship that turns into little brother acquisition.

aka: Tim owes Red Hood a favor and through a series of back and forth favors, he gets adopted by the Red Hood and the Outlaws.

This is my Febuwhump story! 29 chapters of Whump, angst, hurt/comfort, humor, fluff, and everything else I could throw in there. Every chapter is a different prompt. Will update every day of February!

Febuwhump 2024 story!

I’ll be uploading a chapter every day for all 29 days of February! I’m also reblogging this post every day and changing the tags every time I upload a new chapter to the current day’s tags. Fingers crossed that it will get reblogged on the Febuwhump blog :) 

@febuwhump  

#febuwhump #febuwhumpday1 #prompt: helpless #batfamily #Jason Todd and Tim Drake become brothers #little brother acquisition #Dad coded Jason Todd #febuwhump2024

[yourwakingnightmares]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU), Roy Harper (mentioned), Sheila Haywood (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Febuwhump 2024, RHATO 25, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Violence, Febuwhump Day 1 Prompt: Helpless Series: Part 1 of WakingNightmare's Febuwhump 2024 Summary:

The last time Jason felt this amount of pain, he was fifteen and being beaten to death with a crowbar. He supposes there’s irony in that, that some modern Shakespeare would have a field day with this whole thing.

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday1 #Prompt: helpless #Batfam #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne

[butshedidnotknow]

Ready To Fall

For @febuwhump 2024 Day 1: Helpless

Summary: Neil Josten returned to the Foxes in a body bag, and all of the proof Andrew has of foul play is a mysterious countdown on Neil's phone, ending the day he died. Andrew takes it badly.

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One man stood alone on the edge of the rooftop, a silhouette against an already-dark sky. It was beginning to rain, gently now, but soon it would turn to a storm powerful enough to crush all of them and wash the entirety of South Carolina away with it. Despite that, the lone glow of a cigarette hung from the man’s lips, still ever so lonely. Nearly invisible against the night was the bottle of vodka that dangled from his fingers. 

“Ninety nine percent,” he muttered, staring at the parking lot down below. And then he laughed, sharp and harsh and as cutting as any of the blades that he kept pressed against his skin. “You hear that, bastard?” he shouted against the wind to no avail; it was beginning to pick up, and carried his words away with it. “Ninety fucking nine percent and I didn’t even get to kill you for it!”

Abram was dead, and they didn’t even know how. Oh, they had been given a body, and everything about it—about the familiar face, muddled and broken and bruised—had pointed to “Neil” being hit by a car in the parking lot, probably trying to escape the riots that had broken out after their game. But Andrew would never buy that, and no matter how much the other Foxes gave lip to the story, he knew that they refused to, either. It was more than a coincidence, more than an accident. The scars, the endless antagonizing of Riko and his Ravens, all of the secrets that Neil had never traded with him in their game—

Andrew dropped his cigarette off the roof and stared at it, watching its dim glow flicker out. From his pocket, he drew out a phone—old, a flip phone, far outdated, but still functional, and now without any owner for it. He gripped it tightly, almost trying to break it, and drew back his arm to throw it right next to that cigarette, now stifled by the rain.

At the last moment Andrew stopped and dropped the phone at his feet instead. There wasn’t much left of Neil: his exy gear, unused brown contact lenses, pages and pages of math work that Andrew couldn’t stand to look at, and his phone. 

He raised the bottle to his lips, took a very long drink, long enough that he was beginning to question what he was doing on the roof like this, with limbs so heavy and a pulse that threatened to leave his veins in shreds. His own scars throbbed, both old and still fresh from the riot. 

Abram is dead.

Is your spine the spine of the righteous?

If he knew who had done this, if he had any way of reaching out, Andrew would have torn them to pieces and not hesitated another second to get back at them for what they’d done to Neil. But there was nothing more to it than this: whoever it had been, they were the Ravens, or something to do with them, and with Neil gone, Andrew’s attention was wholly dedicated to Kevin. 

Andrew stared at the phone at his feet, and raised a foot to crush it beneath his boot.

Before he could, it rang once. 

Andrew stopped. He stared at it. Put his foot back on the ground. There was no one who would text Neil, not now that he was dead. The only numbers that the man had saved had belonged to the Foxes, and to whoever had sent that countdown. 

The countdown is over now, Abram, and you’re not here to see how mad I am. Do you know how much I want to kill you for that? You let them get to you first. You made me break a promise.

Not one, but two. Two promises: he’d hurt Kevin, and he’d failed to protect Neil. One of those he may be able to properly apologize for, in due time. The other—his breath was ragged and something stabbed through the side of his ribs as he thought it for the hundredth time—the other he was helpless to do anything about, no matter how hard he was to try.

Neil—Abram—Josten was dead.

And now someone was texting him.

Andrew bent down, picked up the phone on the ground, flicked it open. They still needed to cancel the phone plan. It had gotten lost in the string of things in the past week—there was so much to do that a cell phone was ranked at the bottom of the list. 

Except.

Except there was a text from a blocked number—a different one than the countdown—and when Andrew opened it, all it contained was a single word:

Wait.

And dread filled his stomach in the same way it had when Neil’s hand was yanked from him in the riot. 

He sent a reply, rash though he knew it was:

Who is this?

But there was no reply, and when he attempted to phone the mystery number back, he reached a message informing him that the number was out of service and he should hang up and try again.

Andrew buried a sob beneath a mouthful of vodka and a cigarette inhaled so quickly he felt nauseous. Who could he begin to ask for answers? A burner phone like this would be no use in trying to track down any further information, regardless of who had sent that text.

Another drink. Standing and taking tottering steps towards the door, more shakily than he would ever let himself be in front of anyone else again. 

He could not be helpless again. Not after all that he had lost.

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday1 #prompt: helpless #aftg #all for the game #cw for canon-typical bad coping mechanisms #my writing #aftg fic #andrew minyard #neil josten #this is in fact part 1 of a longer fic and some of the following febuwhump prompts will be other chapters in it #so do what you will with the mystery text in the meantime #canon divergence fic #frankly it's closer to angst than whump but i promise we'll get there and i could not think of anything else to do for day 1 #and it's a day late to boot on the first day im so sorry

[chaoswarfare]

dp x dc prompt #36

i’ve seen a lot of prompts about de-aged danny running around gotham from the GIW, and one of the bats find him and practically adopt him on the spot.

what i want to see is a very self sufficient four year old danny that has already been successfully escaping for a while with just some minor help from gotham, and is only found because he’s doing something stupid while running away from someone.

i want danny getting chased by the GIW through the city, and the bats only notice when he tarzan swings by them with laxer fire chasing him.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #crossover #dc universe #dp x dc crossover #writing prompt #writing #batpham #de aged danny #he’s not completely helpless #when i was a child i was already climbing the roof and jumping between mine and the neighbors house #a super powered child? #completely helpless without an adult? #please #he still has most of his memories in most cases too #can’t tell me child!danny wouldn’t kick an adult in their knees and start sprinting at the first hint of trouble #forget getting him to trust you #the first step is catching him #funny

[justbreakonme]

When there’s nothing caretaker can do for the pain, physically or emotionally, so all they can do is hold whumpee while they sob, whispering whatever reassurances they think may help.

#whumpee #caretaker #whump prompt #whump scenario #rescue #field medicine #no meds #helpless caretaker

[whumpster-dumpster]

Caretaker getting drugged ahead of time so when Whumper comes to recollect Whumpee, all they can do is slump weakly to the floor and watch it happen in a blur until everything fades away

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #drugging #collapse #kidnapping #helplessness

[whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot]

Helpless caretakers are on my mind today

A helpless caretaker who knows so well what kind of hell Whumpee is going through right now, and can't ever seem to fall asleep.

A helpless caretaker who can reach Whumpee whenever they want to, can hold them and comfort them and say sorry all they want, but know that even trying to actually pull Whumpee out of the torture would result worse off for the both of them.

A helpless caretaker who can't let Whumpee know that they're on their side.

A helpless caretaker who doesn't know what's the right thing to do.

A helpless caretaker who's on the brink of becoming the reluctant whumper.

A helpless caretaker who has to run off mid-sentence and cry in a bathroom stall.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #bad caretaker #helpless caretaker #whump prompts #whump idea #whump prompt #whump ideas #reluctant whumper #whump tropes #whump trope

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 129

Write something inspired by this concept:

Imagine a whumpee, strapped down and immobilized on a table, lying helpless in a darkened room. Weak and trembling, they can only manage a whimper of fear.

Imagine tubes connected to the veins in their arms, draining their blood away for some unknown purpose.

Imagine whumpee's blood collecting in vials that masked figures gather and remove without saying a single word.

And imagine whumpee's realization that, unless someone rescues them and soon, the extreme blood loss will surely kill them.

#whump #whump prompt #blood #drained of blood #torture #strapped down #helpless #near death #death mention #bleeding out #blood loss #fear #captivity #blackrosesprompts #whump inspiration #whump inspo #whump concept #whump idea #torture whump #human experimentation #dying #lots of blood

[whimp-whamp-whump]

CLIP YOUR WHUMPEE'S VOCAL CORDS !!!! :D

force their jaw open - perhaps whumper has a friend <3 or simply uses a contraption - and just let them eyeball it ! there's no need for much precision ... all that matters is being unable to hear whumpee's cries ^^

debark them.

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #medical whump #laboratory whump #labwhump #voice whump #this actually has a lot of issues that can follow up!! #things like helplessness and anxiety and depression; loss of communication and inability to express .. #dehumanize your whumpee #mouth whump #pet whump #unconventional whump #maybe????????? unconventional to me (i hardly see this in the community) #unconventional whump prompt #am i thinking of my current oc? ........ yes yes ofc i love them sm [they hardly see the light of day]

[whumping-times]

A character reaching through the cage bars trying desperately to reach their friend/lover/whatever who is bleeding out, but can barely get their fingertips to reach the others hand.

#whumping times #Whump #whump prompt #bleeding out #forced to watch #helpless

[kybercrystals94]

But She Still Cries

Read here on AO3!

Febuwhump 2024 | Day 1 | Prompt 1: Helpless

Rating: G

Words: 350

Summary: Omega tries to comfort Crosshair…Crosshair doesn’t know how to do the same. (Character Focus: Crosshair, Omega)

Omega is waiting by the door when they return him to the cell. She doesn’t say anything when she wraps an arm around his waist and accepts his weight when he leans against her a little too heavily. They stumble to the cot, and Crosshair sits down with a sigh that wheezes out like a whine.

“Do you want water?” she asks.

Crosshair shakes his head.

“Okay,” Omega says. She sits down next to him, presses into his arm, takes his hand in hers and twines their fingers together. “Do you want to hear another story?”

Crosshair doesn’t respond, but he grips her hand. It is answer enough.

Omega tells the story about Tech winning the pod race. Details like names and places are omitted, their absence replaced with lies obvious to Crosshair, but confusing to anyone who is listening in. Omega embellishes with laughably exaggerated details — a skill she learned from Wrecker undoubtedly.

Crosshair listens, eyes closed, heart broken. It is strange, listening to memories of his brothers that he does not share, from a person – a sister – he does not know. While she is chronologically older than him, biologically, she is much younger, a child. A being that should be cared for and comforted; and yet, since her arrival in his cell, she has taken the role of nurturer. It feels wrong, but he accepts it, telling himself that it is for her benefit. Obviously, feeling useful keeps her calm. She doesn’t cry as much since he’s relented to being coddled.

But she still cries.

Like now.

Her story cuts off sharply, and she takes a shuddering breath. Her hold on Crosshair’s hand tightens. “I miss them.”

Crosshair is exhausted and pained, every muscle protesting movement. Even his mind aches, a throbbing pulse. He doesn’t know what to say or do that would bring her solace, because, really, there is nothing he can offer. Not when his decisions put them here.

“My heart hurts,” Omega whispers, voice shaky.

Crosshair recognizes the affliction with excruciating clarity, the tight fist of loss and regret.

And there’s nothing he can do.

END

A/N: I am absolutely ecstatic to start Febuwhump 2024! Most of the stories will be TBB themed; however, I might toss some TCW stories in the ring for your consideration.

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[whumpinthepot]

@febuwhump 2024

Day 1. Helpless

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Dialogue prompts:

“I hate feeling so helpless.”

“You’re not helpless, get up.”

“Stop acting so helpless.”

“You’re so fucking helpless. C’mon. Get up.”

“I was helpless to stop them.”

“You’re not as helpless as you think you are.”

“You’re helpless, you know that?”

“You’re helpless to do anything.”

“Seeing you so helpless like that excites me.”

“How could you do that to someone so helpless?”

“Leave that helpless person alone!”

“I want them helpless and begging.”

“So you’re saying I’m helpless to do anything?”

“Ohh, you poor helpless little thing.”

“How helpless are you, really?”

“You helpless piece of shit.”

“Pretend you’re helpless to get close to them.”

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #dialogue prompts #whump prompt #breezys post #whump event #febuwhumpday1 #febuwhump helpless

[synthwayve]

Thinks about Micolash and Laurence’s rivalry that never strays from the confines of academic snark or the occasional jab despite their shared ambition(and possibly also just accompanying a general friendship they could have had since they worked together at some point. Idk I’m a softie. Sue me.) eventually involving into a full on intellectual divorce. Cries. Explodes. 72 casualties.

#will delete #I am just having thoughts #like yeah listen I love the toxic aspects of their dynamic especially peak healing church #and I’m honestly shocked most people put Micolash in the seat of power there #if anything I think he’d be underhanded with having dirt on Laurence’s operation or his reputation #but yknow. headcanons vary #consider: they could have been soft once. they could have been #and they could have stopped each other’s descent into their respective cosmic obsession(blood and insight) #but neither can actually let the other have his way. if Micolash abandons his research and just does whatever Laurence commands him to #he’ll never be able to pursue his own interest(which could even stave off the scourge). it’d be Byrgenwerth all over #but if Laurence lets Micolash go and just do whatever his silly heart desires #not only will he legit go insane but itd happen at the worst of times. he needs to priortize the blood while they still have time #so they both just. stalemate each other to death #yadda yadda insufferable academics believing only their method must be correct to the detriment of the other #not in a ‘I personally hate you’ way but in a ‘why won’t you just listen to me’ way #I just think there’s fun to be had there. they’re both horrible. #also idk this is being prompted by Laurence being typecast into being completely helpless at the height of his power. against MICOLASH??? #let’s let him be a little evil too come on now #but idk. maybe my take is wack

[whumpupthejam]

ok so you know that thing when a character realizes a Bad Thing is about to go down, like they’re talking to the villain or whatever, and suddenly they’re like “oh crap, I gotta get outta here” so they turn to run, but there are henchmen right behind them who grab them by their arms and manhandle them, turning them back around to face the villain and they’re grunting and struggling, frustrated and maybe a little scared of what’s about to happen???

or alternatively, the character is running from pursuers and turns down an alley, only to see more baddies at the end of the alley, so they turn on their heel to go back up the alley, but now the people who were chasing them are coming down that way, so there’s nowhere to go, and they just kind of turn back and forth helplessly for a second, looking desperately for a way out but they’re cornered and they’re not getting out of this???

I just ADORE cornered whumpee. the panic and the frustration and the defeat. the helplessness. god.

 <3 

#I love the struggling #i love it alllllll #give me this in everything for the rest of forever #whump #whump prompt #whump things #helpless #manhandling #trapped #cornered

[stoic-whumpee]

Prompt #95

A character who has been used and exploited too many times, who has been pushed into doing terrible things without another option. A character who every single choice they were forced to make made had led to more downfall, who is never offered a second chance. They don't believe they deserve a chance to be happy anymore.

#whump #whump prompts #whump prompt #outcast whumpee #villain whumpee #villain whump #guilt #regret #emotional whump #helplessness #despair #r prompts