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whumppmuhw · 4 months
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whumpees with broken/damaged/healing hands learning to write again as a sign of healing and progress. that is all
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whumpberry-cookie · 1 year
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Fluff scenes 10
(Cw: war aftermath/healing from trauma)
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Caretaker was snapped out of his sleep by the sound of the phone. He lifted the receiver to his ear, still semi-conscious. On the other end, he heard a quiet, hesitant voice: "Hello...? Hello?"
(C:) "mmm? ....yea...? whosthere..."
(W:) "I'm sorry for interrupting"
Only then did he recognize the familiar voice on the receiver. Caretaker raised himself up on his elbow, startled. Whumpee rarely contacted anyone when it wasn't necessary.
(C:) "Oh, no. Not at all"
In the aftermath of the horrors of the war Whumpee experienced, he had trouble asking anyone for help, or keeping in touch at all.
(W:) "You were sleeping"
(C:) "Hm? Yes, I mean I was. But I told you I'm more than happy to talk if you ever need to. So I guess I'm just glad you reached out"
Caretaker gave the caller a moment to collect himself and say the reason for the conversation. But instead, silence fell on both sides of the phone.
(C:) "So what is it, Whumpee? You know, it's okay if you just called for no reason. We can find a topic"
Whatever happened, Whumpee simply wasn't in a place to say it out loud. Instead he asked:
(W:) "D-do you remember that song?"
(C:) "The song...? Oh, you mean the one you've heared in my radio you liked so much?"
(W:) "Mhm"
(C:) "You want me to sing it to you?"
(W:) "mhm..."
(C:) "Okay, so you need to keep the receiver close, I have to be a little quiet so my neighbours don't wake up"
Caretaker's voice was quiet, soft and soothing. When he finished, he asked what kind of song Whumpee would like to hear next.
Caretaker got no answer, only the sound of calm, deep breathing. Whumpee fell asleep hugging the receiver to his cheek.
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elvenfforestydd · 1 year
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Branding
Branding is a pretty common trope. Here are a few fun facts.
It takes 6 months to a year to heal.
It will be sensitive for most of that time.
Most brands will heal smoother than not unless irritated and forced to be ridged. People who do body branding often irritate the brand to create more scarring.
More Info Here
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szlez · 5 months
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Let Me
Dean & Cas
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letitbehurt · 23 days
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Cauterizing wounds. A fervent “bite this,” before a bit is shoved between Whumpee’s teeth; shallow breaths and white knuckles; tear tracks and sweat-soaked hair; red-hot metal and burning flesh, Whumpee’s body tensing as they scream.
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anigst · 3 months
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High Card - S01E11, S02E01, S02E02
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linecrosser · 2 months
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Febwhump 2024 - Day 25 - CPR (Alt Prompt No.5)
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epiclamer · 7 days
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This is the post you all have voted for… (i settled for smutty hurt x comfort since you guys were so close)
@save-the-villainous-cat happy two year anniversary baby <3
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It wasn’t the end of the world, Villain had been injured in battle countless times before and it was never a problem. But, god, there was so much blood.
They weren’t a very optimistic person by nature, but things had never looked worse for them than at this precise moment. Stumbling blindly through friendly, neighbourhood complexes and past steadily blurring townhouses. Villain could practically feel their demise impending.
“Hey there, stranger~” The criminal gulped, eyes shooting around like a cornered animal looking for an escape. “You’re in pretty rough shape to be standing on two feet…”
Their eyes locked in on a figure—somewhere at the back of their mind they were flooded with a sensation of ease, though they couldn’t quite pinpoint why. They continued to stumble forwards and practically into the stranger’s arms anyways, for whatever reason it felt right.
“Easy— Easy there, Villain… just relax I’ve got you, I’ll take good care of you, huh?”
Warmth spread through the criminal’s mind at the sound of the other’s voice, then down into their muscles before seeping deep to their bones. They blinked and when they opened their eyes again they were laying in a tub, their feet resting at the tap where hot water poured down and into the bath.
For a moment they panicked, but a hand found its way to their shoulder and grounded them back to the present. They knew that hand, they knew that touch.
Hero.
“I’ve got you, baby~” They teased, grinning from ear to ear as they fiddled with the temperature to the water with their free hand.
It all came rushing back to the villain; the fight they had picked with their superior—on purpose—and whatever hope they had left dragging their feet to the hero’s house in a desperate attempt for attention survival.
Hero’s touch was warm where it laid by their collarbone, heating the skin to a feverish degree as it began stitching the villain back together. See, Hero’s powers only worked through touch (something the villain had learned a very long time ago purely on accident), but as much as their touch held only kindness, it did not extend to their healing abilities.
Because, god, did it ever hurt. Painful in some sick and horribly pleasurable way that Villain couldn’t seem to stop craving.
Their collarbone snapped back into place, the bone mending itself back together and their eyes flew open along with the sob that was wrenched from their throat. They flailed, partially to escape the hero’s torturous touch, partially to fall further into their grasp.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay… deep breaths remember?” The crime-stopper’s hand moved down their chest, giving their upper half the gift of a breath as they pained the rest of them.
The villain’s relief was only present for a fleeting moment, as they felt the hero’s fingertips trace the edges of the gash to their chest. Already the ripped skin pulled taught and their torn muscles seized up, under command of the other’s touch.
Villain knew what was coming.
They squirmed, the bath water submerging their legs in its warm embrace, Hero’s hand teasing at their wound, they couldn’t help but try and pull away. “Please—”
The hero shushed them, bringing their free hand to cup the villain’s chin. “I’ll be quick, I promise.” They pressed their hand flat against the gaping hole that should have been the villain’s abdomen, jolting them.
Villain screamed, it was dry and rugged, they recoiled from their nemesis but the only other thing there to hold them was the bath water. “Please, H-Hero, please—” Three more seconds and the criminal was sure to pass out.
Then it stopped. Before the villain could beg again, before they could lose consciousness, the pain stopped.
Cautiously, the villain’s eyes fluttered open, their enemy smiled sweetly back, fingertips now tracing the completely untouched abdomen of the villain’s. They looked normal, they looked okay, even after everything the hero had managed to restore them to their previous glory.
“You okay, gorgeous?”
Villain’s eyes met the hero’s once more, they were gentle yet somewhat mischievous. They nodded, brain completely fogged, maybe from the pain, most likely from the hero’s distracting gaze.
The area still pulsed with the ghost of a previous slash, but there was nothing, just the heat from the hero’s hands. It left a sweet aftertaste on their exhausted mind.
“Think you can handle another round tonight?” They waggled their eyebrows in emphasis, removing one hand to shut off the water to the bath as it began to cover the villain’s stomach.
Villain glared, but only for a moment, some of their usual snideness returning to their demeanour. “Can y-you be a little nicer?”
Hero hummed, eyes glued to their own hands as they made their way down to the inside of the criminal’s thighs, their hands beginning to resume their previous healing glow even under the water. “Really? I thought you liked it rough?”
The villain’s cheeks turned red, but they didn’t have time to retort before the hero placed their hands back against their skin and shut them up with a moan.
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It's Magic
This snippet is for @creweemmaeec11!
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Villain pressed the knife deeper into Hero's side, the blade glowing with harmful magic.
"Pathetic little thing," Villain laughed, yanking the blade out.
Hero gasped, lurching forward. They crashed down in the alleyway.
"Lesser beings like you should learn to stay out of my way," Villain said, "maybe your corpse will serve as an example."
Villain cast a spell, causing little cuts to open all over Hero's body. Hero whimpered in pain. They looked up with blurry vision as Villain strode away. Was this really how it was going to end? Killed by a magic user? Hero didn't have the energy to worry about it; they started to drift off, their head light and their limbs heavy.
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Hero stirred to the feeling of a gentle rocking sensation.
"Mm..." they mumbled.
"Shhh," a voice soothed.
The rocking sensation stopped suddenly as Hero was laid down on a soft surface. They forced their eyes to open. They tried to sit up, but a hand gently pushed them back down.
"Don't-" the voice said softly, "don't get up. You're hurt."
Hero stared up at their rescuer. Their vision cleared, and their face went pale. Hero scuttled back on the couch.
"S-Supervillain," Hero breathed.
Hero's breaths quickened, coming out in short little gasps. Their heart felt like it was going to beat out of their chest. Supervillain held their hands up in a placating gesture.
"I'm not gonna hurt you," they said, "I promise."
Supervillain took a step closer, and Hero flinched hard, screwing their eyes shut. Instead of a harsh strike or a dark spell, Hero felt the gentle pressure of a hand on their forehead. They cracked an eye open and looked at Supervillain.
"No fever, that's good," Supervillain said.
Soft green light emanated from Supervillain's hands. Hero's breathing became deep of its own accord. Hero blinked in confusion.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Hero asked.
"It's a calming spell," Supervillain explained, "I don't want you to panic."
Supervillain gestured to Hero's shirt.
"May I?" they asked.
Hero felt themselves nodding, a forced calm settling over them. Supervillain thanked them and lifted their shirt.
"It seems to be healing well," Supervillain said, "my magic made short work of your cuts, but this stab wound was pretty bad."
"Magic?"
"Yes, my healing magic. You're lucky to be alive, if I hadn't found you... well, it doesn't matter now."
Normally the mention of magic would have Hero hyperventilating, but the calming spell was weaving its way through their mind and body, keeping them pacified.
"Let me work on your wound some more, you don't deserve a scar."
Magenta light flowed from Supervillain's hands into Hero's healing wound. The area began to feel warm and fuzzy. Hero watched as the wound faded away completely, leaving nothing but smooth, undamaged skin.
"Can I get you anything?" Supervillain asked.
"I, um..."
"How about something to eat and drink?" Supervillain offered.
Hero quickly shook their head. What if they poisoned it? Then again, Supervillain probably wouldn't go through the trouble to save them just to poison them... on the other hand, though, this was Supervillain they were talking about, and-
A floating tray of food interrupted Hero's thoughts. On the tray was a bowl of chili and a cup of water. Supervillain ushered the tray over with a finger. It settled a few inches over Hero.
"It's, uh, it's waiting for you to sit up," Supervillain said.
Hero sat up cautiously. The tray, satisfied, landed gently on Hero's lap. The spoon flew into Hero's hand. Hero yelped in surprise.
"Yes, that particular spoon is rather forward," Supervillain said apologetically, "you'll get used to it."
Hero gulped. What would happen if they didn't eat? Would Supervillain kill them in a harsher way? The spoon, growing impatient, zipped out of Hero's hand, filled itself with a helping of chili, and forced its way into their mouth.
"Mm!"
Flavors danced on Hero's tongue; the chili was absolutely delicious. The spoon left Hero's mouth and grabbed another helping of chili. It waited for Hero to swallow.
"I wouldn't poison you, if that's what you're worried about," Supervillain said, "I went through a bit of trouble to save you."
Hero swallowed hesitantly. The spoon eagerly shoved the next bite of chili into their mouth. Hero grabbed the spoon and started to feed themselves. Supervillain smiled.
"Why... why did you save me?" Hero asked.
Supervillain's smile faltered, replaced with a concerned expression.
"I couldn't just leave you there," Supervillain said.
"Yes you could've! You're Supervillain! You're the most powerful mage in the city, and I'm..."
"Yes?" Supervillain prompted.
"I fight mages! I'm your enemy!" Hero blurted.
Supervillain sighed. They waved a hand and an armchair tottered forward. Supervillain sat down, snapping their fingers. A cup of tea materialized out of thin air. Supervillain took a sip of it, then set it on the saucer, which was still floating nearby.
"Why do you fight mages?" Supervillain asked, as though Hero had come in for a therapy session.
"Because they use magic! And magic is- well, it's evil isn't it?"
"Look around you," Supervillain gestured to the room, "I've been using magic nonstop since I brought you here. Have I been using it for evil?"
Hero didn't respond.
"I've done nothing but heal you and tend to you with my powers," Supervillain continued, "what I want is for magic users and non-magic users to get along and enjoy each other's gifts. Of course, not everyone shares my sentiment, such as the mage who attacked you."
Hero shook their head, trying to rationalize Supervillain's words. Supervillain sighed again and stood. The tray floated away with the empty chili bowl. The spoon followed it back to the kitchen.
"You should get some rest," Supervillain said, summoning a blanket, which draped itself over Hero, "let me know if you need anything."
Supervillain began to leave.
"Wait!" Hero said weakly.
Supervillain turned.
"Yes?"
"Thank you, Supervillain," Hero said quietly.
Supervillain cracked a small smile.
"You're welcome..."
"Hero," Hero said, "my name is Hero."
"You're welcome, Hero."
Supervillain flicked their wrist, and the lights went out. They left the room to let Hero sleep. Hero snuggled under the blanket and closed their eyes. They were still very confused about many things, but maybe magic wasn't as evil as they had thought.
Ko-fi
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Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)
previous /// next (cw: gore)
tag list:
@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa @suspicious-whumping-egg , @cryptidwritings , @painsandconfusion , @grizzlie70 , @bloodsweatandpotato , @ladyblogofficialreporter @whumper-soot , @poeticagony
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Whumpee who went through familial abuse but never told their partner until it was forced out months- maybe even years- into their relationship. And Whumpee telling their partner “I didn’t know how you would react if you found out that the people who raised me don’t even want me. I didn’t think I could handle if you started asking ‘why’ and realized that you felt the same.”
tw: implied/referenced abuse
whumpee falling in love with caretaker because caretaker is “everything their abusive father is not”
whumpee falling in love with caretaker because caretaker makes it feel like home for the first time, since whumpee’s house, where they lived with their abusive family, was never a home to them. but rather a prison.
whumpee falling in love with caretaker because caretaker makes them feel safe the way their parents could never.
whumpee falling in love with caretaker because they can truly be themself around caretaker without having to live in constant fear that they’d do something wrong that might anger the other.
whumpee falling in love with caretaker because, for the first time in their life, they don’t have to be afraid to let themself be happy anymore.
and caretaker reassuring whumpee that their past is behind them, and all those scars whumpee has — whether they’re on the outside or the inside — caretaker will kiss each and every single one of them because they’re a part of whumpee, and caretaker accepts and loves every part of whumpee wholeheartedly and unconditionally.
caretaker reassuring and reminding whumpee that they are deserving of being happy and loved.
caretaker reassuring whumpee that their family can never ever hurt them again.
caretaker reassuring whumpee that whumpee is a survivor.
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anguishmacgyver · 5 months
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Whump Prompt #1316
Submitted by Anon - thanks!
Whumpee being presumed dead and (thinks) no one is looking for them… until they make it out on their own years later to find the team as happy as ever.
However, the whumpee doesn't know about the tears, guilt, nightmares, flashbacks and the changes their “death” caused, all they can see is the team seemingly not caring and it breaks whumpee.
Whether whumpee breaks down and is eventually found by the team, attacks the team or even goes back to whumper each has its own special flavour of angst.
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Magical healing that doesn't immediately or fully mend everything, that can only hasten or bolster the body's own ability heal, that lends a bit of power and a nudge in the right direction, or tips the scales just enough in their favour, slowing bleeding or dampening pain or fighting infection or replenishing strength, but still leaves the slow remaining process of time being the best healer to truly complete the job.
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letitbehurt · 3 months
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An immortal/self-healing Whumpee with nothing to show for the months of torture they endured.
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justbreakonme · 7 months
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I know magical/instant healing can be unsatisfying, but:
-instant healing superhero whumpee forced to constantly reinjure themselves to keep their cover.
-magical whumpee forced to do the same/unable to use magic around others, so even though they know relief is millimeters away, they can’t get it.
-a whumpee who loses their healing powers, facing pain of intensity that they’ve never dealt with before.
-whumpee falling into the wrong hands, being experimented on to see exactly how far their power goes.
-whumpee being picked up by a crime syndicate as a spy, trained to endure torture because, well, they can be.
-the whumpee confesses their power to the wrong person, and suddenly their trapped in a sort of organ farm, harvested for organs that grow back overnight, blood that regenerated in minutes, limbs that will be fully fleshed in a week. The whumper assures them that they’re saving lives, don’t be selfish.
-whumpee with survivors guilt, even though they knew they shouldn’t have survived.
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