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whump-in-the-coffee-cup · 9 months

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Introduction Post

Who are you?

Hello! My name is Caff, and this is the secret menu. Here is the main menu. Or if you feel like you need a rest and some fluff, feel free to go here instead.

Feel free to hang around, take a look at the prompts and ideas I may share, and even read some of my stories that I’ve posted. You may want to check my stories on my Archive of Our Own since that is where I more extensively tag my work, but I will make sure to properly tag here as well.

What kind of content do you write / reblog?

I write fanfiction that is pairing-focused or character-focused, scenarios and tropes, and prompts; both whump and general fluff. Though if you’re looking for most of my fluff content, you’re better off in my general writing sideblog since this blog is centric to whump.

So yeah! Most of the whump from me will be here.

Do you take requests?

Requests are OPEN. Check out my squicks before sending something in the Question Box.

I take requests for short whump fics, scenarios, tropes, and prompts; either original, or for a specific fandom I am in. It is always open for questions and comments, too! Anonymous asks are ON.

So feel free to send requests and stuff in my Question Box!! <33

Speaking of scenarios, tropes, and prompts: If you are inspired by what I make here, please tag me if you will be using it! I love to see what others do, and would gladly share some of my love to them.

What are your favorite kinds of whump?

Anything related to scars

Interrogation settings

Self-inflicted whump (Includes: Drowning Your Sorrows, use of drugs, etc)

Sensory whump (Sensory deprivation and sensory overload)

Overexertion of magic and leads to emotional / physical consequences

Gore / Body-related whump…

Almost everything, if I’m being honest

Who are your favorite Whumpblrs?

@whumpwillow / @aceofwhump / @painsandconfusion / @warmblanketwhump / @whumpster-dumpster / @stoic-whumpee / @whumpthisway / @the-three-whumpeteers / @iwhumpyou

I always go to them for inspiration and for some whumperflies. Absolutely amazing people running these blogs!

Other stuff I have to say are a bit too long to go here, so instead:

For ALL MY TAGS, go HERE.

For my SQUICKS LIST, go HERE.

For my MASTERLIST OF MASTERLISTS, go HERE.

#whump #whumpblr #whump blog #whump community #whump prompts #whump headcanons #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump requests #coffee restock

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theheartwhumpswhatitwhumps · 1 year

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I saw you were taking whump requests!! Could you maybe do something where Whumpee is injured but is still trying to go on missions so Caretaker has to sedate them for their own good???

Sorry this took so long. I've been working on a book and all my time goes into 1) my job and 2) the book, which for the time being is an unpaid second job. But here it is at last!

Let's sedate some whumpees!!

cw // sedation w/ fade to black, sedation for whumpee's sake, dizziness, referenced past physical trauma (broken bones, beating), medical language, bad(??) caretaker

(as always, please let me know kindly if there are tags I miss and I will add them)

"Any questions?"

Leader crosses his arms and watches the team digest the mission plan. Silence doesn't settle over the room so much as turn in restless circles like an anxious dog.

Everyone wonders if they should be the one to speak up. Of course there are questions. Or, at least one. Only one that matters.

Is Whumpee really coming along?

No one looks at Whumpee, sitting straight-backed in their seat, arm free of its sling a week too early. The bruises on their cheeks and neck are long faded, but under a careful eye, a yellow tinge still lingers beneath the surface. Stitches weren't enough to make up for the small chunk missing from their bottom left, leaving it misshapen. Thanks to Healer's handiwork, Whumpee is in much better shape than they could be (or should be), but no where near completely healed.

Leader looks at each team member one by one. One by one, they feel his gaze, and Leader watches every pair of eyes drift toward Whumpee's chair. This plan hinges on everyone playing their part to the letter. No room for screw ups. No room for weak links.

Healer bounces a knee beneath the table. In the cool light, her eyes flash almost threateningly.

Finally, Leader looks to Whumpee, who returns his gaze with unwavering determination.

"No questions," they say, as resolute as a charging chariot.

The team is dismissed to prepare for the mission at hand. In the hallway, Healer catches Leader by the crook of his arm, her fury barely reined.

"You cannot be serious."

Leader looks down at Healer's hand, raising an eyebrow. "About?"

"Don't you dare." Healer's voice is more than angry. It's vengeful. "Whumpee should never have been in the field in the first place. They weren't ready and you knew it. But you sent them anyway."

Leader wrenches his arm free. Rather, Healer lets him loose. She can't stand to touch him anymore.

"Whumpee has skills I needed to utilize. What happened was a terrible accident--"

"They were almost killed."

Leader huffs something almost like laughter. "I'm not the bad guy here. We all know the risks. This is a job like any other, and if they can't stand the heat--"

"Listen to me. Whumpee's bones are barely healed. They haven't passed a single stress test since....since it happened. They're too weak to be of any use." Harsh, maybe, but Healer can't afford to be sensitive when Whumpee's life could be on the line. "If they get into trouble, there may not be any getting out. Not like last time."

I may not be able to fix them like last time.

Leader walks away but Healer is right on his heels. "Their role is a stationary one," Leader says, unperturbed. "Very little chance of trouble finding them from a surveillance van. If they want to back out, they need only say the word."

Fury ablaze, Healer steps in front of Leader, blocking his path. She ignores how a dangerous look flashes across his face. "Whumpee would step in front of a moving train if you told them to. To prove that they could. To make you proud. Don't you dare take advantage of that. They are not your soldier."

More than his usual annoyance, the new look on Leader's face puts Healer at unease. But she stands her ground, refusing to step aside. It's not a look of anger, of indignation at her disrespect. It's thoughtfulness. Like he's just been handed a fun new toy. Like he can't wait to see what it can do.

"Loyalty," he says, and the way the word rolls off his tongue makes Healer's stomach drop, "is a valuable gift. To give, and to be given. Whumpee's loyalty makes them an incredibly important asset to the team....and you're right, Healer. You're absolutely right. Whumpee should be safeguarded, given time to heal and regain their strengths. Effective immediately, they're suspended from the mission."

Healer can't find it in herself to be relieved. There's a caveat coming, she can feel it.

Leader lays a heavy hand on her shoulder, and her stomach drops. "We'll be leaving in an hour. Best give Whumpee one more check up, don't you think?"

Excitement runs hot and electric through Whumpee as they practically run to the medical wing. Time for another mission, but more than that. A second chance.

They knock on the examination room door, but don't wait for permission to enter. At this point, this room is as familiar to them as their own quarters. They've spent the better part of a month inside these sterile white walls under Healer's masterful hands.

Healer works at the counter, her back to Whumpee.

"You can't seem to get rid of me, doc!" They hop on the examination table, jarring their sore arm, but they don't let on how much it hurts. They've been practicing.

Craning their neck, they try to peer over Healer's shoulder but can't catch a glimpse of her work. Their thoughts swiftly drift to the mission, and their eyes to the anatomical posters hanging around the room. Skeletal system, nervous system, muscular, endocrine. Diagrams of the human brain. Healer had shown Whumpee what was happening in their body when she healed them from Villain's beatdown, how her powers combined with the medicine she prescribed facilitated almost miraculous repairs.

"Whip up some of your magic so I can get out of here!" Whumpee pinches a corner off the paper covering the exam table. "I still need to get my things ready. Lots to do. I didn't pack enough snacks last time. Or gauze." They shake away the memories. This time, they'll be more careful.

"I just want to make sure you're all set for field work," Healer says. Something clatters on the counter. "Can't be too careful."

Whumpee slowly flexes their sore arm, rolling their eyes. If there's one thing they've learned about Healer through all this, it's that she's inhumanly thorough. No stone unturned, no ailment untreated. Her attention to detail combined with unmatched empathy made her a good medic. The best Whumpee has ever seen, actually. And she tells it straight, the good and the bad, no lies to spare your feelings. Whumpee knows her tough love is the real reason why they've healed so quickly from the worst beating they've ever survived.

"Leader seems to think I'm ready to get back out there. I've got an important role in the plan. You heard him, he said--"

"Leader isn't your doctor."

Healer's voice was hard edges and ice. Whumpee had heard that voice before, usually when she found out that they'd been negelcting physical therapy. Whumpee felt themself shrink a bit in their seat, disappointed to have been a disappointment.

Healer exhales a slow breath, her back and shoulders deflating until she, too, seems smaller where she stands. "But…he believes in you. You've made a lot of progress. I'm very proud of you. You’re gonna do great."

Healer turns around and walks to where Whumpee, ever the model patient, sits on the cushioned table. In one hand she holds a bottle of water, and in the other, she pinches a small paper cup between her fingers. At the bottom, two blue tablets lay like pale snapdragon petals.

She holds out the water and cup. "Down the hatch."

"What's this?" Whumpee asks, but takes both from her.

Healer adjusts the pillow at the head of the table, hair obstructing her eyes. “Pain relief.”

Easy enough, Whumpee knocks the pills back. With the water, they go down smoothly. “That’s it then?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Thrill rushes through them. Back in the field. Another chance to prove their skill. Their capability. Their worth.

Leader believes in me, they think. Healer is proud of me. They don’t know which is the sweeter thought.

They jump from the table, mind already back in their room, gathering up what they need for the mission. No sooner do their shoes touch the tile floor than that shock of thrill turns cold, then fuzzy warm, and then the lights are too bright. And the room is tilting.

“Woah—”

Their knees buckle beneath them. They reach for something to catch but it’s too late. They’re already falling and the world is out of reach.

Strong arms scoop them up. “Easy does it.” Healer’s voice.

“Healer, I…I feel…”

“I know.”

Grotesque diagrams of flayed human bodies warp beneath the harsh lights. There is something here, in this room where safety could once be trusted. Something wrong.

The horrible images all slide away, replaced by a cold, rectangular sun. Healer is somewhere, close and distant, laying them back on the table with arms too long. Softness embraces their head but Whumpee finds no comfort in it.

Half of what they mean to say is lost, butchered as it passes through the sieve of their tongue and teeth. “Healer...(help)...I'm...(feeling)...wrong."

“Shh, I know.”

Sharp metal gleams on the border of their sight but when they turn to see what instruments of pain and horror await, there are only blurred silver sheets where tables once were, and Healer’s sad eyes.

Then Whumpee understands. And they know they’d take ten broken bones over betrayal's deep, hollow pain.

Maybe there were real words on their tongue, or a scream, or a curse, but all that comes out is a high whimper—weak, pathetic, helpless—that follows them into sleep.

#heartwhump #whump requests #whump drabble #whump writing #sedation #fade to black #whumpee #bad leader #healer #whump betrayal #not sure if it's cool to tag with hero and sidekick but it's a hero setting so #hero whump #sidekick whumpee #bad caretaker #maybe???#betrayal #caretaker

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 11 months

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Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!

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BLOCK “KAT’S BTHB” TO AVOID SEEING THIS

Requests for my bad things happen bingo card are now open! Anyone is free to request a character + prompt, and you may include a larger plot/more details if you want to! Keep in mind, your prompt may not always be chosen.

To request, just send in an ask!

Fandoms I’ll be including are: Ninjago, DuckTales 2017, Lego Monkie Kid, Rise of the TMNT, The Owl House, Gravity Falls, Sonic live action movies, ZOMBIES (specifically Wyatt but potentially open to others as well)

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rachi-roo · 6 months

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Opening requests again! I won't be taking any tickle requests for BSD, but if someone requests some whump, since it's Halloween, I'll consider it!

Other than that, any other fandom is good to go on the tiggles! Though after my last fic, I am feeling whumpy ��

#open requests #fic requests #whump requests #tickle request #fluff requests #rachi roo #bsd #mha #jjk #spy x family #noragami #blue excorsist #seven deadly sins #anime #yakuza's guide to babysitting #my new boss is goofy

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the-scrapegoat · 7 months

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Hey if anyone has anything they'd like ro request drawing wise, I can't promise I'll do it but I'm sorely in need of inspiration right now. You want your OC's, my OC's, custom little dudes ect. Hell if u want a landscape I'll take a crack at it if I like it.

#whump requests #sketch #goatboy draws #?

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whump-side · 1 year

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Bloody shirt and stitched wound ? This definitely screams infection. And thank you so much @waitingforrescue! It makes me happy to know that my art inspires you ❤

#whump #whump art #whump requests #restrained #blood #bruises #stitches

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whump-captain · 5 months

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555 Followers!

I can't believe there are so many of you guys and i'm so happy to see it! (◡‿◡)

Because it's such a fun round number, I'm gonna celebrate it by taking

🎉 whump art requests! 🎉

Initially 5 of them for 555 followers but maybe more, depending on how the month shakes out (I've never done requests before, so I don't know what to expect lol)

Examples!

Rules:

Request a character, a concept, a style; whatever you like, as whumpy as you want, from a portrait with some bruises to the aftermath of whipping. Comfort is fine as well, but it will likely come with at least a little bit of hurt!

Will not draw: sexual content, child whump, pet whump/BBU, emeto, gutspill, dehumanization/animalization, humiliation, shibari, anthro or mecha. If I refuse a request, that is final and at my own discretion. I might also refuse requests that I believe to be above my skill level (i've never drawn anthro in my Life for example) and in those cases I will be open to negotiation.

If you're requesting a character that's not mine - either your own OC or a fandom I'm not familiar with - please send some references! Facecasts, picrews, character sheets, screenshots, whatever you have.

How long the request will take will depend on the complexity but in general there will be no set deadline.

I will post the finished work on my blog and likely share it in discord servers. I can @ your blog in the post or leave it anonymous, up to you. If you'd rather the work not be shared for any reason, let me know.

DM me to request! We can have a chat about the further details there.

Available slots: 5/5

#whump community #whump blog #whump #whumper #whump art #whump requests #art requests #idk how else to tag this #but!! 555 followers!!!#i love u all u keep me creating things #and also reblogging things and liking things and thinking about whump 24/7 #im so glad to be doing it in such great company (◡‿◡)

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blackrosesandwhump · 2 years

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If it's not too much to ask, could you continue that villain whump snippet where villain gets stabbed by sidekick?

I would be happy to continue it :D

(Part 1)

Sidekick's Victory, Part 2

CW: stabbing aftermath, poison, villain whumpee

“…but why, though…stupid thing to do…”

Hero’s voice again, talking to someone else this time. Villain stirred and groaned, automatically pressing a hand to his aching side. Bandages. The stab wound had been treated and covered up already. Must have happened while he was unconscious. But that meant—

He bolted upright, sucking a breath in through clenched teeth at the sudden explosion of pain.

“Good to see you awake, villain.” Hero approached the bed, frowning. “I was worried, after what sidekick did to you.” They glared at sidekick, who was standing near the door with his arms folded. Sidekick looked away, refusing to meet either hero’s or villain’s eyes.

“That little brat tried to kill me,” villain muttered, easing back into his pillows. “And I assume you saved my life.”

“I did,” hero said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. It shifted under their weight. Another spasm of pain shot through villain’s side. He clamped a hand over it, gritting his teeth, his mind racing.

Hero’s concern sounded genuine. But that didn’t make sense. Why would they try to save villain, when the two of them had been fighting each other for so long? Did hero actually feel guilty?

“Get over here and help me change this bandage,” hero ordered. Sidekick peeled away from the wall and grudgingly walked over, still not meeting anyone’s gaze. It gave villain a bad feeling. He’d been so cocky, so triumphant before. And now it was almost like he was hiding something—

Fresh pain seared through villain’s abdomen as hero carefully removed the layers of gauze. Light popped in his vision; a wave of nausea crashed over his stomach.

“Oh my G—” Hero swallowed visibly, their face turning pale. “This is—sidekick, what the hell did you do—”

“What I had to,” sidekick answered, his voice oddly flat.

Villain glanced down at himself.

The stab wound had changed color. Greenish-purple lines spiderwebbed out from a center that had turned black.

Dread settled over villain like a shroud. Dread, because he understood.

“The knife…you stole the stuff I invented and poisoned it, didn’t you?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Sidekick looked up and met his gaze. “What do you think?” he hissed at villain. “It was the only way I knew I could defeat you.”

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