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HEY!

So, I don’t know who this is going to reach, but I hope it reaches anyone or everyone <3

I really want to meet small whump creators on here. I do obsess over a lot of whump creators who are big and somewhat popular, and I always wonder how to find smaller blogs that are lurking around like I do. As a small blog myself.

So if you’re a small whump blog and want to meet new friends, I’d love to read your stories and see what you create. Even if you don’t make anything and just reblog, that’s okay too. I really do think there are hidden gems out there that I’d love to find, but sometimes it’s hard to.

And if you interact with this post, we’ll all find each other and make more friends. At least, that’s what I’d like to think would happen.

And while you’re here, maybe say something in the comments about yourself, your blog, or your stories. What’s your favorite whump trope? What have you put your characters through? What’s the whumpiest media you’ve consumed lately?

As usual, I’ll say that I obsess over everyone’s OC’s and literally want to eat every crumb of lore I can get. I love drawing them too! So please talk about them!

Have a whumperful day!

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typically im not one to write those whump writing prompts. but. for your consideration: "i can't" and "again" sound incredibly similar when whispered

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The Team is having a party to celebrate or unwind before a mission. They intermingle with other teams and civilians alike. Maybe it's out in a public square with an open-air bar providing drinks for the festivities as people dance to live music. Laughter and merriment fills the air.

Whumpee is shy or nervous so they sit out from the dancing, but enjoy watching everyone have fun nonetheless. An easy smile is on their face as they take sips from their fresh drink.

Something is wrong, though. As they imbibe, they feel the alcohol hitting harder than it should. Their brain is fuzzy and their limbs are heavy and hard to control. Their hand slides across the bar top and knocks their glass to the ground, shattering it.

Something is very wrong and Whumpee can feel it. Their eyelids grow heavier and they know they only have a matter of time to find Caretaker. They'll know what to do, or at least be safe with them.

Whumpee stumbles from their seat. People who see just think they drank too much but Whumpee is desperately trying to make it to Caretaker in time before they lose control of their body completely.

Maybe they make it to Caretaker just in time to stumble into them, but they can't articulate words, only whine pitifully. Or maybe they're intercepted along the way by someone who shouldn't be there...

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A character holding another's head back or up by wrapping a hand across their forehead, sliding back a little into their hairline and taking the full weight of their head pressing into their palm.

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A character trapped under a weight or fallen tree or debris that requires the full strength of their companion to move and no way to hold or prop it up, meaning the as their companion lifts it just enough to enable them to wriggle free, it is up to the trapped character themself to extricate themself, despite whatever injuries they've sustained.

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A character falling down a steep slope/cliff or into a pit or down a disused mine-shaft and ending up trapped at the bottom, not initially very hurt, but every subsequent attempt at climbing to freedom fails, leaving them more and more injured until they eventually give up and lie there until rescue hopefully comes.

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characters apologizing for things they have no control over. mumbling sorry while losing consciousness. feeling ashamed of a bleeding wound. embarrassed when an infection sets in. deep seated feverish guilt when they need to be carried, when their legs won't keep them upright anymore and they lean heavy on a friend, slurring apologies..........

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whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok

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It's so funny to me that the term "whump" can easily mean anything from "this character has a cold 😦 but here's another character taking care of him 🙂" all the way over to "this character is being viciously tortured to death" and sometimes those two creators are following each other.

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incapacitation

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drugs that make a character woozy and disoriented. slurring words and falling slack, everything too heavy and confusing and muffled

blown pupils, wandering eyes, breathing too much or too little. sweating, shaking, puking, so limp and pale it’s almost like they’re dead

fevers so high a character's mind just turns to mush. glossy eyes tracking the ceiling, listless and unaware until eventually there's sweat sticking all over the sheets and they start mumbling some vague responses to caretaker's questions

tranquilizer dart that brings a character down all at once. one sudden jerk or look of confusion, not enough time to glance at it much less pull it out before eyes are rolling back and they collapse into the dirt

tranquilizer dart that comes on slowly. pulling it out and running and running until each step becomes too uncoordinated, stumbling or getting dragged along by a teammate until even their begging to stay awake, let's go, becomes hazy and distant

struck so hard that everything rings in one ugly roar. staggering or falling, told to sit down, just stay down. so confused and lost, repeating the same questions and forgetting the answer over and over and over again

character so messed up they struggle to follow any part of the conversation. everything too heavy and confusing and muffled, just useless and incoherent and completely oblivious to the situation

nervous prodding or pleading by caretaker, begging them to just stay awake or focus

jostled around by captor, told to get the fuck up and follow orders, easily manhandled and restrained

mumbling nonsense and spilling secrets. stoic characters without any masks, so confused and broken and vulnerable, slipping and powerless in every sort of way

"you're okay, i promise you're okay"

“ah, shit. you’re a mess—”

“I guess you won’t remember this anyways…”

gaze drifting and blank, too faraway to track anything caretaker/captor is saying. nudged and prodded and pleaded at to no avail, just incoherent and out of it

too weak to move. beaten absolutely senseless or bleeding all over the place, a character just hurting and spent beyond means sprawled flat against the ground

getting dragged along or stepped on, pinned down as if they're in any state to go anywhere

hypnotized and stunned into mindlessness. repeated mantras and rewired thoughts, a character made pliable and blank and used like a puppet

paralyzed but fully aware, left slack and useless and desperate with limp muscles and depressed breathing. assumed dead and abandoned, grieved over or dumped aside like a corpse, forced to watch and unable to do anything

poisoned and just getting worse and worse. teammates desperately looking for a cure while character deteriorates, puking and passing out and getting high fevers, hallucinating and begging for relief

characters taken out of commission when they're otherwise the strongest one. exposed to a weakness, given magical restraints or cuffs with neural suppressors to keep them docile, targeted and taken out

vertigo taking a character side to side, brought down and useless

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Whumpee so injured that they can’t get up from the ground. Trying to make it on their feet and staggering side to side. Slamming into the wall with a groan, holding their injuries. Trying to slide toward an exit but ultimately stumbling over their increasingly heavy feet.

Hitting the ground with a hiss. They stare up the ceiling panting, trying to catch their breath. The room spins and the pain becomes too much, before they’re called to darkness.

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Whumpril Day 23: "Don't you dare."

When Raph hauled the cell door halfway off its hinges and their brothers inside didn’t even react to the hideous screech, dread trickled into Leo’s veins. The first, most intrusive thought was that they were…But if so, the sickos in charge of this place would have dragged their bodies out to make room for more. Unconscious then? Drugged?

Raph wasn’t willing to wait around to find out, shouldering past Leo toward their fallen forms. “Don! Mikey!”

The door opening may not have garnered a reaction but a voice directly addressing him made Donnie jerk violently, a frightened chirp twisting into a desperate reptilian hiss through clenched teeth as he crushed Mikey’s limp form closer to his chest. The message was clear: Don’t you dare.

“Wh—Donnie, come on, snap out of—!”

Back off. The hiss crescendoed in volume and pitch and Raph faltered, every fiber of his being vibrating to swoop in and save them, heedless of any consequences.

“Raph, check to make sure nobody else is coming,” Leo ordered. This needed a more delicate touch than he could offer right now, hopped up on worry and adrenaline and a ticking clock. Stifling his frustration, Raph reluctantly returned to the door and Leo dropped to a crouch, already lowering his voice into soft chirrs. His were the trills Don was most familiar with when they were tots, often exchanged after retreating to Leo’s room when Raph and Mikey’s rougher, more excitable play in the common area had become a bit overwhelming.

Calm, Leo soothed.

No. Don’t take. Don’t hurt.

Calm. Safe. Help.

…Help?

Brothers. Your bale. Safe. Rescue, escape.

Daring to lift his head a little, Don had to fight primal dissociation for a tangible whisper. “…L-Leo? Raph? You’re…You’re real?”

“We’re real. We’re getting you out of here.”

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If its OK to ask for another one, could I request "💬 - Keep texting until I get there!" with Leo and another character of your choice 😉

He shouldn’t be pulling April into this. Getting dragged into Leo’s problems was what burned her life down. The pit of his stomach throbbed at the thought, though the blood pulsing hot and fast into his palm might be another contributor.

April's nondescript car would be more discreet than his brothers blazing in with the Battle Shell, at least; Leo still had hopes of leaving this warehouse without more bullets flying, without being discovered. Catching that stray ricochet as one of the thugs mishandled their new hardware, Leo's gasp of shock miraculously drowned out under their boss’s reproachful shouts—that was close enough.

His shell cell hummed faintly in the hand not plastered wetly to his side. It took a few beats for him to realize the buzz wasn’t just in his head, blink through the haze and actually check it.

ETA 10 minutes

Still hidden?

Leo?

Typing onehanded, weak and shaky, was a struggle even for minimal letters.

Yes

Srorry

OK? Hanging in there?

Jus t tired

Tired enough to admit it without considering how concerning it would sound.

Almost there

Stay awake

You shounld’t be textinng an ddriving

And you shouldn’t fall asleep

How’s your side?

What do I tell Don to expect?

Her slimmer fingers typed faster than he could; between that and how the screen was swimming, it was hard to keep up…but why would she tell Don anyway? The whole point was that his brothers shouldn’t be involved.

Dont ttell Donnie

Dontw want him any of them worirried

I’m just trireddddddddddd

He’d held that button down a little too long, he realized sluggishly. It sure was taking April a long time too…

They need to know Leo! You need help!

Tell me about the wound

Leo

Are you OK?

Answer me please

Leo

LEO

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Whumpril Day 28: Inexperienced Caretaker

“Hang on, just hold still a sec and I’ll—”

“No, wai-aagh!”

Big mistake. Huge mistake. If Donnie’s scream hadn’t made that clear, the torrent of blood down his arm would have. Alarmed, self-reproachful curses filling his head, Mikey dropped the shard of shrapnel as quickly as he’d grabbed it.

“Ohhh, oh, shell, Donnie, I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Idiot, idiot! What was he thinking?! He was thinking the piece of metal wasn’t so big, the wound wasn’t too deep; it would be like plucking a hangnail or a splinter. Looks could be terrifyingly deceiving; the fragment was almost half the width of his palm and if the wound had been shallow before, it wasn’t anymore.

“What have I said about touching things when you don’t know what they’ll do?” Don ground out, undermined by a quaver of pain. Mikey rushed to clamp his damning, impulsive hands around his tricep, trying in vain to contain the red river.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—I didn’t know—!” He was wasting time on excuses. “W-What do I do now? How do I fix it?! D-Do I stick it back in?!”

“No! Nngh…no, we’re off prevention and onto damage control. We need to…whoa.” Eyes widening and head listing eerily, Don wilted back into Mikey’s touch. “Ho-kay, head rush…”

“Donnie? Don, what damage control? You gotta tell me what to do here!”

“Right.” Don sucked in a sharp, recentering breath. “Your…Your belt. Tie it two or three inches above the wound, as tight as you can. Keep putting pressure on it while we wait for Leo and Raph.”

If his applied pressure weighed as much as the guilt crawling up his back, the bleeding would have stopped within seconds. “I really am sorry, bro…”

“I-I know. Apology…apologies accepted. And…lesson learned, I hope?”

“Absolutely.”

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Febuwhump Day 27: Post-Victory Collapse

We got it. It’s safe. It’s done.

Don hadn’t registered his vice grip on the precious external hard drive until April reached for it and his hands trembled with the effort of prying them loose. As soon as that burden was lifted, all adrenaline plummeted from his head to his toes, staggering him against the nearest wall.

“Whoa, Donnie! You okay?”

Every trace of their personal data was finally extracted from Stockman’s systems; all it took was a near-sleepless week, a heist and half a dozen razor-sharp Mouser bites. Better than okay, Donnie decided even as his bloodied legs buckled.

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Hi! Love your blog, just had a question about hypovolemic shock of you wouldn't mind going into that!

Whump bleeding out is great... but this can definitely be added to up the intensity.

I read somewhere about the stages of hypovolemic shock. What stages are you likely to survive? I imagine 1 and 2, not sure about 3 and 4 though. And what are treatments both in hospital and field settings?

Could really use your advice! Thank you so much

I and II are both survivable without any intervention. IV absolutely requires hospital level intervention.

III is where you have some wiggle room, because if your characters did have the ability to start an IV and give IV fluids and blood (maybe walking blood bank style) they could save the person's life.

Keep in mind that losing that much blood indicates that the person has had a really severe injury- at least nicking an artery. As a writer you really have to think about how that wound will be treated if they need to stay in the field.

This is complicated because when you stop arterial bleeding you're also stopping blood flow to the limb (assuming the bleeding is coming from a limb). If that's not fixed- with surgery where the artery is literally sewn back up- the person is probably going to lose that limb.

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Whumpee so injured that they can’t get up from the ground. Trying to make it on their feet and staggering side to side. Slamming into the wall with a groan, holding their injuries. Trying to slide toward an exit but ultimately stumbling over their increasingly heavy feet.

Hitting the ground with a hiss. They stare up the ceiling panting, trying to catch their breath. The room spins and the pain becomes too much, before they’re called to darkness.