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shywhumpauthor · 1 year

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Whumpuary Day 10

Hidden Injury | Blood | Recovery

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Cw: extreme gore, amputation, hand whump, graphic descriptions, torture, restraints, blood, vomiting, self sacrifice for a cause, interrogation, did I mention the gore? Y’all it’s brutal, just be warned

Their choice.

It was funny, how Whumper worded it. Their choice, as if Whumpee had had much of an option in terms of- well, any of this. If they had a choice, they would have never stepped foot inside of Whumper’s damned company. They would have never exposed themself to all the horrors they had seen, and those they knew that were to come.

Whumpee didn’t have much of a choice in this how, either. They had sworn to silence, a promise that had been dragged out of them, but a promise nonetheless. They knew what was at stake if they cracked. If they slipped and spilled even the smallest bit of intel, they knew just what Whumper could do with that. A single name, a location, not only would it destroy Whumpee’s entire undertaking, but it would destroy everything. Everything they, and their foundation had worked for. They would risk dozens, hundreds of lives, innocents and friends and family.

And it would allow Whumper to get away with everything.

That was the one thought that kept them sane. That kept them grounded, sealing their lips as if with a needle and thread. The prospect that one day, one day, long after Whumpee’s personal suffering had met an end and they were finally allowed peace, Whumper would be taken down. Punished, charged, killed for their crimes, along with everyone who had ever assisted them with their heinous acts. The thousands of lives Whumper had taken, both by their own hand and with their tech, would finally be avenged.

It was nice, if nice was in any ways a word that could be used to describe this situation. Nothing about this was nice, not even remotely, but the thought brought them a shred of comfort when everything else seemed to be crashing down around them. A light to cling onto in the midst of the pressing, cold shadows. Something other than the pain for them to focus on.

Whumper started by cutting a line down the length of their finger, breaking it into three sections between each joint and then connecting those with a deeper cut across the knuckles. The wounds weren’t too awful at first, shallow enough but painful as hell. Whumpee had to clench their jaw, tears already welling as they tried to hold back a cry. Part of them wondered what was the point, it was clearly only a matter of time before they would start screaming, but the pitiful last-ditch effort to remain stoic was all they had.

Whumper then began with the nail. They made a shallow cut all around the base, a cascade of red already pouring to pool against the table. Then they dug the scalpel under the nail and pushed up, and in less than thirty more seconds the nail was gone entirely, cut out and discarded to the side of the table.

The pain was a blinding white heat that Whumpee felt everywhere. Their breath hitched into a choked gasp, legs kicking out only to hit air. They tried to look away, but the guard’s free hand wound in their hair and wrenched their gaze up, forcing them to watch the horrors unfold against their own body.

After the nail was gone, Whumper started with the first joint, the very top of their finger. If their work was at all hindered by the growing flow of blood, they didn’t seem too bothered by it. They made a deep cut all around the knuckle, and Whumpee couldn’t help but gag as the scalpel scraped deeply against bone.

Another cut, on the inner side of their finger, splitting through the flesh and muscle with slowly, a lazy ease. It was amazing how much pain could come from a single part of the body, such a small part. Though only their finger, their finger was being cut, Whumpee could feel the pain all up their arm, all through their chest. Each time they were certain the pain had reached its peak, it only got worse.

It became utterly clear to Whumpee what Whumper was planning in the next few seconds. They turned the blade so the length lay across the width of their finger, and then set to removing the skin from the first section.

At that point Whumpee did get sick, choking on a scream and bile as they fought the guard’s grip to turn their head, and spit up the acid from their stomach. Whumper didn’t even hesitate, continuing the grueling process as Whumpee coughed and choked.

Their vision was growing dark at the edges. Whumper’s face was expressionless, neutral, a growing pile of discarded gore building on the table. Whumpee’s other hand was shaking, their entire body was shaking, hand curled into a fist so tight their knuckles were pale, nails biting into their palm hard enough to draw little crescents of blood. Whumpee wasn’t even sure if it hurt, the pain just melting into the rest of the hurt.

Whumpee wasn’t sure if they spaced out, or if their consciousness just decided to dip for a moment, but the next moment they were aware, Whumper had set the scalpel down, and was reaching over to grab another tool from the tray.

Whumpee had never understood the metaphor of the freight train. The one where a person would see the train barreling down the tracks, towards whatever helpless loved one that was tied to the tracks, and they would be described as unable to look away. Frozen in place, forced to watch the horror to unfold. They had always thought that was stupid, an exaggeration. They had witnessed some awful things in their time with Whumper, things that made the train analogy seem rather tame, and never had they had the issue of looking away. Not during the demonstrations, though the sounds and the screams had haunted them, even more the claps that had followed. They had never directly watched the show, the one time they had been invited they hd spent half the night looking at the floor trying to keep down their dinner, but that didn’t mean they weren’t painfully aware of what occurred during.

But now, they just couldn’t look away. It was like their eyes had locked, but their mind had stalled, unable to fully click with the scene in front of them. All the skin from the third joint up was gone, chunks of the muscle and flesh from the bottom side scraped out. Whumpee had never been one for anatomy, but they were pretty sure that there was supposed to be something blocking their bone from sight. The pale color was stained red, blood still weeping from where the skin was cut, small bits of tendon still hanging on.

They were going to be sick again.

They didn’t think it could get worse, honestly. But Whumper pulled their hand back, small pliers- goddamn pliers, like the kind found in a toolbox, held carefully in their gloved hand.

It was surreal the way the bone fractured, without anything left to tether it in place, how easily Whumper could just crush the joint and rip the top bit of marrow away.

It was at some point right around then that Whumpee’s mind seemed to have enough. Kind of pathetic, they thought. What had it been, five minutes of pain? Not even? But they were grateful. Their feelings seemed to numb, surroundings melting together to form a bliss of uncertainty. They were aware enough to comprehend the feeling as Whumper set down the pliers and palmed the scalpel once more, aware enough to feel the prickle of disgusted fear, but not enough to act on it. Blood was seeping from the wound, a river of crimson pooling under their palm as Whumper made another cut across the width of their knuckle, curling it under just as they had the last joint, like a ring of severed flesh and weeping gashes.

They were aware they were crying, they were sobbing in between the wails they choked on. Aware of the alarms in their mind as Whumper cut away piece of them after piece, the distinct feeling in their mind that something was beyond wrong. It felt like they had only blinked, their eyes slipped shut for a moment in the chaos of their mind, when they opened them a sick feeling seized their stomach once more.

Gone. It was gone. Amongst the horror, the disgust they felt, they couldn’t help the awful threads of fascination that played in their mind. It wasn’t really gone, though. Spread in clumps across the pile of gore, it was all there. Every inch of skin, the muscles, joints, cut apart into nearly unrecognizable chunks of bloody bits. Cut down to their first knuckle, dug down a bit to fully gouge out the base of where the finger should’ve connected.

That was fucked up.

The guard’s hand was still in their hair, keeping their head up though the rest of their body was slumped. At some point, a strap had been wound around their chest, under their shoulders to keep them tethered to the chair. They weren’t sure when that had happened.

The world was swimming, submerged in a deep lake of red tinted waters. Whumper’s face ripped in front of their eyes, but they weren’t looking back. Whumpee followed their gaze, their eyes dropping their other hand.

Whumper held the scalpel, pressed just below their middle finger’s nail. Blood was already weeping from a cut down the length of their finger, which was strange. Whumpee hadn’t felt that happen. They weren’t really feeling anything anymore. All the pain dripped to a muted stall, building upon itself until it held no difference.

Whumper looked up after a moment, but their attention still wasn’t directed towards Whumpee. Kind of rude. They looked to the guard instead, lips moving but the only sound that Whumpee heard was their own blood pumping in their ears, a rushed beat that drowned out any fragments of speech. The guard’s face was out of their line of sight, and Whumpee couldn’t bring themself to conjure the energy required to look up. The hand in their hair loosened a fraction, before releasing completely, and their head dropped, chin falling to their chest.

Whumpee didn’t remember much more after that.

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Time is Running Out

Warnings: betrayal, running out of air, drowning

Whumpee glared at Whumper through the glass of the giant aquarium they were trapped in. Glared through the freezing water that filled the aquarium. Glared through the water that was preventing them from taking a breath.

“Don’t look so mad, Whumpee, you had to know it was coming.” Whumper’s words were muffled by the water. They spread their hands. “The offer was too good to pass up, it’s nothing personal.”

Whumpee glared harder and started to open their mouth in a snarl and realized they had wasted precious air. They clamped their mouth shut, putting a hand over as they struggled to keep from breathing.

Their lungs were burning. And it was entirely Whumper’s fault.

Whumper, the person they thought was their friend. Whumper, the person they thought was their closest confidant. Whumper, the person who shoved them in the tank full of icy water and locked it closed with a padlock. Whumper, the person who betrayed them for money.

Whumper, the person who was walking away.

“I can’t watch this, Whumpee. Don’t be mad. It’s nothing personal.” Whumper called over their shoulder as they walked away.

Coward. Whumpee hissed internally. The least Whumper could do was watch the true consequences of their actions. Watch Whumpee drown.

Because Whumpee was drowning. They were running out of air in their lungs. It was becoming harder and harder to keep their mouth clamped shut, even with their hand over their mouth.

They didn’t want to drown. They weren’t afraid of dying, but they didn’t want to go out in a painful way.

And most of all, they didn’t want Caretaker to find them like this.

Caretaker was right, as always, about Whumper. Caretaker had warned Whumpee not to trust Whumper. That they didn’t like Whumper’s vibe. Didn’t trust them.

I’m sorry, Whumpee said as a silent prayer to Caretaker. They closed their eyes, not wanting to be found with bloodshot, wide eyes. They let their arms float in the water and they let themselves drift. They willed themself to be as peaceful as possible.

Whumpee’s lungs and throat burned with the desire to inhale. They couldn’t hold on any longer. Please forgive me, Caretaker, Whumpee whispered in their mind as they inhaled.

They sputtered and tried to fight, their body bucking involuntarily as it tried to expel the water, but only inhaled more. As their body stilled, desperate for air that wasn’t there, Whumpee heard a voice that had them wrenching their eyes open.

“Whumpee? OH NO!”

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misscrazyfangirl321 · 1 year

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Just wrote the MOST self-indulgent thing

Cannot wait to post it

#it's for the 4th set of whumpuary prompts so it'll be #a bit #because there are 10 sets #it's not one a day it's ten over a month #b u t #pure ec whump hurt/comfort vulnerable magnus fic #like over 3k of it #i speak #reading writing and a secret third thing

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whumpuary · 6 months

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Welcome to Whumpuary 2024!

Whumpuary is a whump themed mixed-media creation event/challenge taking place in January.

This year the prompts came together through a community submission form and then a poll, where I picked the 53 most voted prompts! There are 15 numbers with 3 prompts each, plus 8 alt prompts. The dates are just meant to be a general guideline for those who want/need some structure in a challenge (e.g post every other day), but you don't actually have to create/post on those dates. You can combine prompts any way you want or just pick one of each number, do every single one or even all of them combined into one big creation (or just use one single prompt. That's already an achievement!) If you don't like any prompts of a number you can also replace or combine them with an alt prompt. The main or alt prompts don't have to be done in order.

Go here for more information, rules and the tagging system Go here for FAQs

The inbox is open for any questions!

Text version of all the prompts is under the cut

Whumpuary 2024 Main Prompts 1. (Jan 01-02) Captivity / Snow / Secret Revealed 2. (Jan 03-04) "Get away from me" / Collapse / Choking 3. (Jan 05-06) Used as bait / Stumbling / "This is gonna hurt" 4. (Jan 07-08) "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling 5. (Jan 09-10) Can't move / "Stay. Please" / Kidnapped 6. (Jan 11-12) Exhaustion / Blindfolded / Old Injuries 7. (Jan 13-14) "I didn't know where else to go" / Bruises / Drugged 8. (Jan 15-16) Muffled Screams / Hostage / "You look awful" 9. (Jan 17-18) "Make it stop" / Restraints / Hair Grabbing 10. (Jan 19-20) Desperation / Gunpoint / Can't stay awake 11. (Jan 21-22) Blood / "Just get is over with" / Memories 12. (Jan 23-24) "You're awake" / Rescue / Unfair Fight 13. (Jan 25-26) Left to die / Barely Conscious / "I'm Fine" 14. (Jan 27-28) Flinching / Breakdown / Sleep Deprivation 15. (Jan 29-31) You're safe / Aftermath / Touch starved

Alt Prompts 1. Stabbed 2. "Let me see" 3. Recapture 4. Forced to watch 5. Headache 6. Gagged 7. "Do you trust me?" 8. Blood Loss

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celtic-crossbow · 5 months

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Whumpuary Day 9-10

Prompt: “Stay. Please.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries

A/N: This one is just a drabble. I was not in a great mood when I wrote it and it probably reflects that. I’m sorry for the subpar work. I hope you still love me.😭

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

“Daryl, she needs you.” Carol implored, blocking the infirmary exit. The archer tried to side-step but the woman just knew him too well and moved with him.

“Damnit, move!” Daryl all but roared at his best friend. He knew she meant well, he did. But he had to stop them. He couldn’t let them hurt anyone else. He’d failed enough by allowing them to get to you. It was eating him alive. He didn’t know how else to deal with the guilt. It was fueling his rage like gasoline on a fire.

“You’re not thinking straight!”

“M’thinkin’ jus’ fine! Move, Carol!”

“You can’t go out there like this!”

“I can’ believe this! Ya saw wha’ they did ta ‘er!”

“And that’s why you need to stay!”

“Nah, tha’s why I gotta—”

“Daryl.” Your voice was low, strained. It was weak. But he heard it. Of course he heard it. The archer didn’t give Carol a second glance when he crossed the space to you in two long strides. The silver-haired woman walked behind him with her arms crossed, eyes rolled. She knew all it would take was your specific persuasion to calm Daryl down. She was only hoping to hold him off long enough for you to awaken.

“Hey, m’right here.” He sat down on the edge of your bed in the infirmary, his hip pressed against yours. You looked so small, fragile in the large bed. Pale and bruised with stitched lacerations and butterfly sutures. “Yer gon’ be okay, ya hear me?”

Your smile was tired and small but it was genuine. “I know I am.” You opened your hand and he took it immediately, pressing his lips to your busted knuckles. “I know I am because you’ll be here to protect me, won’t you?” You blinked slowly and watched his expression fall.

“Ya know I gotta—”

“You don’t gotta do anything.” He looked like he might start to argue so you began to sit up, wincing with an arm around your middle to brace your broken ribs. Daryl was all don’ do that and stay still but you showed him what it felt like for your pleas to be ignored. Finally upright, you panted while Carol rushed to lift the head of the bed for you. You could breathe easier sitting up. You could also look your husband in the eye properly. “All you need to do is be here with me until a plan can be made.”

Carol smirked, seeing the very moment Daryl’s resolve began to crumble. When he glanced at her, most likely for backup he knew he’d never get, she was quick to turn her head, her smile hidden behind her hand.

He sighed, deeply but not yet resigned. “I can’ jus’—”

“Stay.” You whispered, bringing the hand that was still holding yours to your cheek. “Stay. Please.”

And that was that.

Carol closed the door behind her just as Daryl situated himself on the bed with you so you could settle against his chest. When it came to Daryl Dixon, there was nothing anyone could say or do once he had set his mind on something. Except she now had a secret weapon.

You.

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medusapelagia · 4 months

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Running From The Daylight - Part 12

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, (coming soon Part 13, Part 14, Part 15)

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Rescue TW: romanticization of death Words: 1065

The fire keeps crackling behind them, but it's getting thinner and thinner, soon only the burning embers will be left and Eddie can't find the strength to get up and feed the fire more wood. They have been snowed in for almost two days, and even if talking with Wayne boosted his morale a little, now Eddie feels hopeless again. Steve is badly hurt and the weather is getting worse, there is no way the rescuer will be able to get there soon if the road is still covered in snow.

In his troubled sleep, Steve whines a little and Eddie shushes him, kissing his forehead.

"You are good... we just have to wait a little longer..." Eddie whispers on his lips, feeling like a liar. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he has almost accepted that rescue will not come, or at least it will not get there in time. There is something sad and romantic in dying together and being found like the embracing couple in Pompei that he saw in a picture during high school.

Eddie tries not to linger on these thoughts, but it's hard not to. He opens Steve's mobile phone and writes a quick message to Wayne.

I love you Wayne.

Then he turns the phone off and tries to sleep, next to his boyfriend.

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The first thing Eddie hears are the voices, calling their names.

For a moment he wonders if he is asleep and the voices are just a dream, but when catches a glimpse of the torch lights he breathes a big breath of relief.

"They are here! Steve! They are here!" He shakes his boyfriend, but the chestnut haired boy remains unconscious in his lap. Eddie stares at him wondering if he should stay with him, but resolves to begrudgingly leave him and get outside to call for help.

The air is freezing, and it's snowing again "Here! We are here!" Eddie yells in the dark, and when finally the lights turn in his direction he starts to sob, falling to his knees, crushed by the emotions.

"Are you hurt?" One rescuer asks him while gesturing something to another.

Eddie shakes his head, while the second rescuer gets to him and wraps him in a thermal blanket "My boyfriend..." He musters to say between tears.

The rescuer holds him tight, smiling "Don't worry, we will take care of both of you. What's your name?"

"Eddie. My name is Eddie." He whispers.

"Hi Eddie, I'm Donovan. Would you let the doctor have a look at you?" The man asks, dragging him away from the chalet but Eddie starts to trash around.

"Steve! Steve is inside and is injured!" He screams, still crying.

The two rescuers share a look, then Donovan turns and asks him "How do we get inside safely?"

Eddie tells him that the bathroom window is safe and that Steve has a broken leg and maybe a concussion.

The two rescuers talk with each other and they decide that Donovan will try to get in the chalet and if it's safe enough, the doctor will join him, while the other rescuer tries to convince Eddie to get on the ski stretcher but he keeps refusing, his eyes glued to the bathroom window, waiting for Steve, but all he can see is Donovan's head, calling for the doctor and a stretcher.

It takes forever, but when finally Eddie sees the stretcher coming out from the window he runs toward it, calling Steve's name; the boy is still unconscious and in the torchs' light looks even paler, tugged into the golden space blanket.

"We have to bring him to the hospital as soon as possible." The doctor says, checking on Steve's pulse "He has a bad fracture and he is developing a chest infection."

"But he will be ok, right?" Eddie asks, staring blankly at the doctor who doesn't answer but calls two of the rescuers, asking them to bring Steve down to the ambulance with the ski stretcher and get him to the hospital as soon as they can.

The two rescuers nod, take their ski, and start descending taking Steve with them.

"Can you ski?" Donovan asks Eddie, who shakes his head meekly "Ok. Then we will wait here for a bit, ok?" He tells him, guiding him toward a sheltered point "Have you eaten?"

"Not really."

"I have a few energy bars if you want one."

Eddie isn't hungry, but he knows that he has to eat something so he nods and takes one of Donovan's energy bars.

"Nice place." The rescuer says, trying to make small talk "Do you like mountains?"

"Steve, my boyfriend, he is a very sporty guy. He wanted to go hiking. We were getting ready and then we heard a sound and I moved toward the window... Why did I get closer to the window? If I hadn't Steve would be ok!" He mutters, crying even harder, feeling the ice-cold air on his cheeks.

"Eddie, it was an accident. It's not your fault. Ok?"

Eddie rubs his eyes, wiping his nose on his jacket's sleeve "Steve..."

"Steve will be ok. I'm sure that my team already got him to the hospital and they are taking good care of him." The man shows him a sat phone "Anyone you would like to call?"

Eddie takes the phone in his trembling hands and calls Wayne, who answers at the first ring.

"Eddie? Is that you?"

"It's me."

"Are you ok? Hopper called and told me that the rescuers found you! Are you ok? Where are you? I'm coming to get you."

Eddie tries to take some deep breaths to ground himself before answering "I'm still at the chalet. There are some rescuers with me but it's still snowing so they skied to get here. They got Steve out and they brought him down with a ski stretcher. He was so pale, Wayne... I'm scared... I'm scared I will not see him again!" He finally admits, crying on the phone.

"Listen to me, kid, everything is going to be ok. Just stay calm and let the rescuers do their job." Eddie hears the sound of a closing car's door "I promise you I'll be the first person you'll see as soon as you get to down, ok?"

"You promise?" He asks in a voice so little he almost feels ashamed.

"I promise."

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whumpers-monthly · 1 year

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Whump calendar 2023

Attention: I will delete the prompts in all the months except December next month to make room for next year. If you want to save the whump calendar 2023 you should do it now. Also check out my new blog @whumpcalendar where I will post the calendar from now on.

So I made a calendar and @thewhumpyprintingpress made a checklist for all whump events. Let us know if you're hosting an event so that we can add you.

All events under the cut.

So far we've got:

Whumpers-monthly by @whumpers-monthly One prompt every month.

2023 Year of Whump by @soheavyaburden A prompt can either be filled each week or each month, runs the whole year.

January: Whumpuary by @whumpuary 10 sets of prompts

February: Febuwhump by @febuwhump

March: March Trope-A-Thon by @amonthofwhump 7 days of prompts

April: Whumpril by @whumpril

May: Whumpay by @whumpay Mediwhump May by @mediwhumpmay

July: Whumpmas in July by @whumpmasinjuly

September: Whumptember by @whumptember Sicktember by @sicktember

October: AI-less whumptober by @ailesswhumptober Angstober by @angstober Whumptober by @whumptober

November: Comfortember by @comfortember

December: Whumpcember by @whumpcember 12 Days of Whumpmas by @whumpmas 12 sets of prompts Winter Whumperland by @amonthofwhump 1 - 12 of December Hurtcember by @hurtcember Merry Whumpmas by @whumpishprompts

We will add all the other blogs as soon as the promptlists are available.

#whump #whump community #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump events #whump event #whump calendar #whump calendar 2023

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fanfictasia · 1 year

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Whumpuary Prompt 10

Hidden Injury

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Leap of Faith

So he does. He tells her stories from the Clone Wars, stories from when he and his brothers were still cadets in training. He tells her about missions, about isolated incidents: some amusing, some embarrassing, some downright scary, but he tries to avoid anything that’s too depressing – for her, at least, because even thinking back to those moments in the past feels like his heart is being pulverized over and over.

He’s been separated from his family, and there is nothing strong enough to bring them back together, not when there’s so much… wrong.

(He doesn’t trust himself, for all that he’s struggled to deny it, to hide it even to himself, but spending so much time around Omega, he couldn’t hide from the very real fear choking him that he would lose his mind and try to kill her when there’s no one around to save her.)

He tells her about when they got Echo, about their meeting with Rex – because he remembers her mentioning Rex having been with them at some point. He talks about the Jedi General they fought with, too. Of all the Jedi he’s seen, General Skywalker always stood out to him the most, because he was the first and only Jedi who fought with them side-by-side, the only one they served with instead of for. And he’s heard stories of him from Echo; if he’s to be believed, he and his general were close friends.

He talks more than he has in a long time, and he can only hope that the kid can’t see the pain and grief weighing him down as he makes scathing remarks about the rest of his squad – and he will deny it for eternity that a part of him waits automatically to hear their equally biting or sarcastic comebacks. Some wounds, he thinks bitterly, never heal. They can only be hidden over, buried, but they’ll always be there.

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rpf-bat · 1 year

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AU August just dropped their official prompt list. Y’all think I should try and participate?

#shit I still have to finish April’s Year-Of-The-OTP fic 😭#I admit my track record with challenges is not great #I only finished 23 out of 31 Flufftober prompts #and 5 out of 10 Whumpuary prompts

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shywhumpauthor · 1 year

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Plushie Whump // Defiant Lab Whump // Desert Whump // Mute Whumpers~Caretakers // Shivering // Doctor Whumpers // Comfort Plushies // Healing Powers // Betrayed by Team // Humane Whumpers // Bath Time With Trauma // Short Betrayal Thing // Mean Caretaker // Lab Rat Whumpee = Lonely // Some Dialogue // Whumpers Who Get Carried Away // Rating Whump Locations // Experiment Prompt List // How Whumpee Meets Caretaker Prompt List // Mock Executions // Captured Prince Prompt List // Teammate Caretaker x Leader Whumpee // Belts as Restraints // Recovery Center List // Doghouse // Feral Whumpee Recovery // Torture Idea // Both Caretaker and Whumpee are Captives // Ribbons (Short Snippet) // Safety in Restraints // Two Beds // Caretaker is New Master // Brutal Whump Idea // Bleeding Ungrateful // Old Wounds // Tally // Injured Back // Tied to a Table // Driver // Redeemed Villain Captured With Team // Gentle Pet Whump // Ear Pains // Hero Being Manipulated Snippet // Signs of Whump // Morgue Prompt // Cold in Captivity // Sharp Teeth Supernatural Whumpee // Broken Whumpees and Regret // Possessive Whumpers // Tucked in // Auction Prep // Emergency Contact // Marbles // Familiar Whumpee and Whumper // Sunburn +Whipping // Overworked // Branded Handprints //

Other Prompts

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Drabble Masterpost

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Series

The Prince of a Bloodstained Game (completed)

My first ever series, made a while ago. Royal Whumper Leonidas, spy Whumpee who was sent to kill him Harlow. My advice, just don't. Don't go there. I haven't looked back. Who knows what horrors await in my old writing

A Drop Of Honey

Probably my most consistent series tbh, ongoing for months. I only work on it when requested. Bitch Whumpee called Bee, no other characters are worthy of names. We've got Friend and Whumper, that's it

Red Stained Riches

(Whumptober 2022) Kaden shouldn't have gone to the party. Rich creepy whumper named Mathias. Ongoing.

Surveillence

Whumpuary 2022. Ignore how the first 12 parts are nameless, I’m slowly going back to fix it. Noah is a spy, and hell is he in over his head

Landline

Coriander took a turn a bit too fast during a storm, and they ended up on the wrong person’s doorstep.

To the Victor the Spoils

A choose-your-own-adventure, interactive whump series

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My Old Writing Masterlist

In my most professional opinion, just stay away.

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snakewrites-and-ink · 14 days

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Tags for browsing this blog

General/Organizational tags:

#concepts/thoughts - content that's not written out as a scene or story. May include prompts, ideas, statements about what trope is rotating in my brain, or other things.

#writing - My fiction writing; includes drabbles, scenes, chapters, etc.

#5 sentence fics - very brief drabbles about 5(+) sentences long. (Will often go to 6-7 sentences since usually at least one of those "sentences" is a fragment and/or already written for me by the prompt.)

#drabbles - drabbles longer than the five sentence fics but not part of a larger work

#chapter - A chapter in a longer work of fiction.

#series - anything that's part of a series/WIP of mine. or has to do with one (includes meta posts about that series)

#nameless drabble - uses placeholder names ("Whumper" and "Whumpee," "Hero" and "Villain," etc.)

#original character(s) - Involves one or more of my named/developed characters rather than generic nameless characters.

#housekeeping & info - "non-content" essentially. Posts (like this one!) needed for organization, or saying something to my followers, etc.

#whump - anything whump-related. Will be the vast majority of posts on this blog.

#not whump - content that's not (necessarily) whump. I'm not going to add this to housekeeping and info posts because that's already implied and this tag is meant for browsing of my work/content.

#interactive - CYOAs and other interactive content

#answered ask - my response to an ask (either on this blog, or carried over from my main)

#challenge/event - things created for writing challenges, whump events, etc.

Work/Event/Series-specific tags:

#technically not human - general tag for the Technically Not Human (working title) series

#oc nolan - tag for Nolan (main character of Technically Not Human)

#asher the it pet - general tag for the Asher the IT Pet series

#oc asher - tag for Asher (main character of Asher the IT Pet)

#oc mark - tag for Mark (Asher's Master)

#oc dan - tag for Dan (Asher's caretaker coworker)

#whumper turned caretaker cyoa - general tag for the Whumper-turned-Caretaker CYOA

#whumpuary2024 - drabbles written for the Whumpuary 2024 event

#whumpay 10 days 40 words - five sentence fics written for Whumpay 2024's 10 Days, 40 Words mini challenge

#mwm2024 - five sentence fics written for The Merry Whump of May 2024

Some additional tags (for specific tropes and sub-genres) I use: #pet whump, #living weapon whump, #heroes and villains, #brainwashing, #conditioned whumpee, more will probably be added in the future

I'll do my best to tag anything exceptionally triggering, but I won't often tag every other applicable content warning. I rely more on content warnings I include in the body of the post in my writing. I do not typically write content warnings in my concepts/thoughts posts because they're not as descriptive. Just want you to be aware of this.

#Will revise and add more as needed #housekeeping & info

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sliceroftpeirweirisles · 4 months

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Whumpuary 2024 Day 10

10. (Jan 19-20) Desperation / Gunpoint / Can't stay awake Alternate Prompt: "Let me see"

Carey came back to their shared bunk limping. It had been a long walk back after training with Magnus. She had rolled pretty terribly trying to dodge a punch from Magnus and ended up hurting her ankle. Magnus insisted on helping her back to the dorm, but she refused, being brave despite terrible pain. It was times like this when Carey forgot just how far she lived from the gym.

Killian was reading on the couch when she heard the door open. “Hey babe!” Killian called out, knowing exactly who was at the front door. She waited for a response but was met with footfalls that were very abnormal to her ears. Killian immediately put her book down and turned so she could see the door.

Carey gave Killian a sheepish smile, leaning against the doorway. “Hey babe…”

“What the hell happened to you?!” Killian vaulted over the couch and was by her girlfriend in an instant.

“Bad training accident. I’m okay.” Carey said as she took a few steps inside the dorm.

“By the way you’re limping, I don’t think so babe.”

Carey made it behind the couch, gripping the back tightly as she struggled to stay upright. “Well… yeah, I might not be okay…”

Killian walked over to scoop Carey up into her arms effortlessly, gently setting her down on the couch.

“Not sure what happened, honestly,” Carey confesses, a grimace on her face as she lets her ankle settle. “It hurts really bad… but I’m pretty sure it’s just sprained.”

“Let me see,” Killian said before she picked up Carey’s leg, setting it across her lap. Carey hissed in pain at her ankle being moved, but otherwise, she let Killian do her thing. Killian could see Carey’s ankle was swollen and red. With tender touches, Killian navigated the softer parts of the ankle. Carey winced and grabbed Killian’s forearm with a clawed hand. “I know it hurts, but I can’t stop yet,” Killian reassured Carey and she received a pained nod in return.

She continued on with impossibly light touches for how big her hands were. Carey had been quiet up until this point. When Killian brushed a hand against the bony portion of her ankle, Carey let out a scream, accidentally digging her claws into Killian’s forearm. That gentle touch hurt more than Carey could imagine.

“Yeah, you probably fractured your ankle, Carey,” Killian stated as she let Carey’s ankle settle onto her lap. “We’re gonna have to contact the healers. For you and for me.” Killian chuckled when she saw the claw marks on her arm start to bleed.

“Shit, Kil… I’m sorry, it just really hurt…” Carey mumbled, the tell-tale signs of tears beginning to come forth.

“Shh, it’s okay babe,” Killian said, placing a gentle hand against Carey’s cheek. “I know you didn’t mean it. I don’t blame you, I bet this hurts like hell. How did you even make it back to our room?”

“Dunno…” Carey sniffled, leaning her cheek into Killian’s hand. She felt so frustrated, being injured this bad from a simple dexterity mistake. Her entire body trembled as the tears began to flow.

“Carey…” Killian whispered ever so gently. She wanted to pull Carey into a hug, but that would mean moving her ankle and she didn’t want to cause the Dragonborne any more pain than she was already in. “You’re strong. You are so strong, and I’m proud of you. You’re allowed to be injured. You’re allowed to be in pain. Just don’t bear it alone.” She said, earning a little sniffle and the lightest sob from her girlfriend. Killian wiped away some of the tears with her thumb, never letting go of Carey’s cheek. “I’ll call the healers, just hang in there.” Killian pulled her Stone of Farspeech from around her neck and patched herself into the infirmary.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno10 #let me see #taz #taz balance #carey and killian #Killian #carey fangbattle #I love a good couples bonding moment #sorry this is one of the more mild ones

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whumpuary · 1 year

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Whumpuary 2023 Prompt List

There are 10 prompt groups plus Alt Prompts and you can create for those however you want! (create anything! gifs, videos, painting, drawing, writing, edits, fiber arts, cosplay, whatever you want) The numbers don't mean days, so these aren't just for the 10 first days of January but can be used whenever throughout the month. You can pick one of the three prompts (or combine) and post every three days (or any days you want), or even use them all separately and create for 30 days. You are completely free on how many prompts you use or combine and how often you create/post throughout the month. You also don't have to use the numbers in the right order. (Slightly more rules if you want to be on the completionist list, you'll find those in the rules post).

(info & rules)

The inbox is open for any questions :) text version of the prompts under the cut

Whumpuary 2023 Main Prompts

failed escape / concussion / nightmares

infection / bruises / held at gunpoint

hypothermia / "stay with me" / shot

betrayal / broken bones / field med

natural disaster / stabbed / collapse

hostage / "don't do this" / blurry vision

manhandling / tied up / tears

burns / "don't move" / running out of air

magic healing / electrocution / scars

hidden injury / blood / recovery

Alt Prompts

alt 1. stitches alt 2. explosion alt 3. stranded alt 4. torture alt 5. fever alt 6. numb alt 7. rescue alt 8. fight alt 9. poison alt 10. grief

#whumpuary #whumpuary2023 #prompts #whumpuary prompts #whumpuary2023 prompts #whump community #whumpblr

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rainysflowers · 8 months

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Whump Events Master Text Post <3

I know I don't post on here often, but I just finished this and thought that it might be helpful ^^

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vOWUygCwL3nmH41jtY_ZPcYEV9lR1fepwUrqYBL8jqg/edit?usp=sharing

So this a huge Google doc with all of the Whump Events (This year and pervious) that I could find, with a few exceptions, that will be listed below, written out so that someone could copy the tables or the document itself!!

Example of how it looks!! If I missed anything, then please let me know :))

More info under the cut.

Events that I didn't include are as such:

BBU Community Days

Whumpmas In July

I chose not to include these as they involve doing actions and such OTHER than writing prompts. I might change my mind eventually and add them.

Check out this other awesome event calender that was around WAY before mine:

edit 10/6/2023:

Check out this other awesome event list that was around WAY before mine:

#🌧op #🌧txt #whump #whump community #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump events #whump event

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medusapelagia · 4 months

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Running From The Daylight - Part 15

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

This is the last chapter! Thank you so much for staying with me during this journey!

Written for @whumpuary Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: You are safe WT: surgery, medical procedures Words: 1102

Despite the dose of caffeine, Eddie must have fallen asleep, because Wayne is shaking his shoulder gently, calling his name.

“Five more minutes…” He murmurs, before remembering where he is and that he is still waiting to have news about Steve.

“Eddie you have to wake up, they are taking Steve to his room.” Wayne insists and Eddie immediately opens his eyes, almost falling from the chair where he was resting.

“Where is he? How… what…” He has a million questions but the words are too difficult to articulate and he can’t put one after the other to make a single sentence that makes sense.

Wayne shrugs “I don’t know. The doctor will speak with us soon and the nurse just informed us that we can go see him if we want. But I want to warn you, he is still under the effect of the anesthesia.”

Eddie nods, stands up quickly, and follows the nurse to Steve’s room.

His boyfriend is still pale and asleep, but the heart monitor at his side shows a stable rhythm and even if his leg has some long screws in it, it’s still attached to Steve’s body which seems like very good news.

“When will he wake up?” Eddie asks the nurse who shakes her head.

“We don’t know how long it will take, he was pretty weak when he got here so it’s probable that even if the anesthesia wears off he will keep sleeping. His body needs to regain his strength.” Eddie looks at her with such desperation that the nurse immediately adds “But it’s a good thing, resting will help him heal faster.” She tells him with an encouraging smile while checking the IV in Steve’s arm.

Robin, at Eddie’s side, puts an arm around his shoulder, murmuring that everything will be alright, that Steve will wake up in no time and that they should start searching for a black marker to draw a mustache on his sleeping face.

Eddie chuckles between the tears while the nurse takes Steve's vitals and then leaves the four waiting for the doctor who arrives a few minutes later. He informs them that surgery went well and that they expect a complete recovery in a few months “He will have to rest in bed for at least a couple of weeks, but once the wound is properly healed he could start moving around with some crutches. He will have to do some physiotherapy to regain strength in the leg after we will remove the screws, but luckily nothing was permanently damaged.”

At that news Eddie starts to cry again, murmuring “Thank you, thank you…” While hugging Robin and feeling Wayne’s arm on his back.

Hopper tries to insist that Eddie and Wayne should get a room in a hotel to rest a little, but Eddie refuses and sits on the chair next to Steve’s bed, determined to stay with him at least until his boyfriend wakes up.

“We don’t know how long it will take. Try to be reasonable.” Hopper insists but Eddie it’s adamant and Wayne decides to keep an eye on both his boys while Robin and Hopper go to rest a little: it was a very stressful couple of days for everyone and now that it’s over Robin seems ready to fall asleep at any given moment.

“We will be back in the morning.” Hopper assures them while dragging Robin toward the door and the two men nod.

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Eddie has been holding Steve’s hand for hours when he feels something move. He stills and turns toward his boyfriend, trying to detect any possible movements.

"Steve? Stevie?" He calls, trying to get a reaction from him, and after a few moments, Steve's thumb flex a little.

Eddie gets closer, studying Steve's face “Sweetheart? Are you awake?” He tries again, “Steve, love, can you hear me?” he murmurs and this time the chocolate brown eyes of his boyfriend look back at him, confused “Hi love.” Eddie tells him, kissing his hand, but Steve startles and tries to move and Eddie stops him “You are safe, Steve!” He says, trying to calm him down “You are ok! You are in a hospital! You broke your leg pretty badly but the doctor fixed it and you’ll be fine in no time.” He tries to explain to his confused boy “You are safe.” He repeats, brushing away some hair from Steve’s forehead.

“Ed?” Steve calls, staring at him with his blurry eyes.

“I’m here, baby. Help came and the rescuers brought you to the hospital, but don't worry, you are going to be ok in no time, do you hear me? In no time. Wayne and I will drive you home as soon as they discharge you and Robin and Hopper are here too, you’ll see them in the morning. Oh, and Robin told me that you are not allowed to go on vacation for at least a year.” Eddie keeps talking, knowing that his familiar voice helps soothe Steve who falls asleep again in a few minutes.

“Did he wake up?” Wayne asks, getting in the room with two cups of coffee.

“He did!” Eddie replies with a big smile, “He woke up. Just for a few moments, but he woke up.”

“The nurse said that it might take a bit for him to wake up completely…” Wayne reminds him, offering Eddie one of the two cups.

“I don’t care. I’m in no rush.” Eddie whispers on the skin of his boyfriend, then he turns toward Wayne “I want to ask him to marry me.”

The man coughs, “Eddie… I think you should think about it. I don’t want you to make an important decision like this after what happened.”

“That’s exactly why I have to ask him to marry me!" Eddie insists "I could have lost him, Wayne.” He tries to explain while his mind is still full of fear “And the only thing I could think of it’s that I cannot live without him. That’s why people get married, right? Because they love each other very much, and I love him so much I can’t even explain it in words.”

Wayne hugs him “I know you do, kid, and if you want to marry him just ask him, but maybe wait for him to be a little bit more conscious, uh?”

Eddie nods, still holding Steve’s hand and thinking that if there is a silver lining in the horrible experience that they had is that he has realized that he can’t wait to put a ring on that perfect golden skin.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno15 #you are safe #surgery recovery #sick character #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #whump #eddie munson #steve harrington #medusapelagia #my fanfic #medusapelagia fanfic #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steve x Eddie #Stranger Things Fanfiction #Steddie Fic

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