#disoriented whumpee

[i-write-whump]

When the whumpee wakes up somewhere they don't recognize after having fallen asleep/passed out while in the whumper’s captivity, and they’re too out of it to realize that they’ve been rescued and are in the caretaker’s house. The whumpee quickly realizing that they’re not restrained, and trying to get up and flee, only to find that they can barely stand. The caretaker entering the room at that moment, seeing the whumpee on their feet, and rushing over to get them to lie back down. The whumpee moving to defend themself the second they see someone, but relaxing a moment later when they realize it’s the caretaker, and letting themself be settled back into bed. The caretaker explaining what happened to the whumpee, who falls asleep halfway through the explanation, but the caretaker not minding, because rest is probably the best thing for them anyway.

[hurtthemgently]

Thinking about whumpees who are normally defiant.

Who spit at and throw insults at whumper.

Who occasionally slip their restraints and make a break for it, only to be caught and thrown back into a cell.

Who fight and kick, sometimes managing a blow at whumper.

Who bare their teeth in disgust every time whumper is near.

But then they’re given a drug, or sleep deprived, or made to be disoriented in some other way.

They blink up at whumper, a spark of recognition followed by as much of a glare as they can put on.

They weakly push away, barely able to lift their arms.

Just- tired and disoriented expressions, laced with defiance.

All the anger and frustration in the world, and they can’t stand up, can barely get to their knees.

[seth-whumps]

How about 'haze'? Please and thank you!

Needle mention, sedatives and a whumpee who should not be awake yet in this one:

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Something beeps in a faraway place.

Whumpee considers the sound. It's not like... a car crash, or a train horn. Nothing so abrupt. It's... softer. Gentler. Like a steady drop of water from a faucet, or the gentlest breeze pushing two wind chimes together in the windowsill.

In other words, it's absolutely infuriating.

Fighting through the haze is like swimming through maple syrup, though, and Whumpee reckons with how slowly this consciousness is coming back to them. How long were they in the state of just barely hearing the sound?

It's grating, now. Despite its quietness, it feels like a spike through their chest. Whumpee wants to turn it off, somehow, but it's so damn far away...

The beep quickens. Aggravated. Whumpee feels a harsh breath leave their lips, and their chest aches at the sound, they need to wake up, to open their eyes, to--

To--

"Gnk--"

Like throwing themself at a wall, their eyes snap open and it hurts. It hurts, so bad, like fire through their ribs. They gasp in another breath, and an involuntary whimper spins in their throat.

"Hey, Whumpee--"

"--awake? Already!?"

"--need to relax, you'll pull the IV out--"

"Call the nurse!"

Almost immediately, the haze is preferable to the chaos. They breathe, something ragged and inflamed, hands tightening in the fabric. And the infernal beeping grows louder, and faster, and--

And it's gone.

It's gone.

It's... quiet.

Except for a slight, quiet beeping in a faraway place.

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vote coughing up blood in this poll, send me proof and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!

[iwritewhump]

hyperventilating | waking up disoriented | "I just need a hug"

april is the cruelest month day 30

characters: hero and villain

warnings: cursing, captive whumpee, nightmare

675 words

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Hero stares at the ceiling, hand under her head as she watches the ceiling fan spin. She blinks slowly and turns her head to look at the clock. 

With a sigh, she runs a hand over her face and mumbles, “It’s too damn late to still be awake. Come on, fall asleep.” 

As soon as she says it, she looks at Villain, sleeping next to her, and watches for any signs of him waking up. 

After deciding he’s still deep asleep, Hero smiles softly and rolls over onto her side and stares at him. Her fingers ghost over freshly-pink scars on his arms as she watches it rise and fall slowly. 

His brow furrows and he shakes his head, Hero curses herself, she did wake him up. 

“Stop,” he mutters, hand curling into a fist at his side. “Stop it.” 

He’s having a nightmare. What’s Hero supposed to do? Let him sleep through it? Isn’t it dangerous to wake someone up when they’re having a nightmare? No, that’s sleepwalking. Right? 

She could look it up, that might work. But after a few seconds of trying to turn it on, including holding down the power button, a red battery icon shows up and Hero groans in frustration. 

She gently puts a hand on his arm, hoping it would offer comfort. Should she wake him up? 

He shakes his head and the rise and fall of his chest starts to quicken. 

Fuck it.

She sits up and turns on her side, propping herself up with her elbow and puts a hand on his chest. 

“Villain,” She whispers, tapping his chest softly with her thumb. “Wake up, you’re having a nightmare.” 

“No,” He mumbles, pushing her hand off of him. “No stop.” 

Her fingers wrap around his arm and she shakes him gently, “You’re having a nightmare. You’re in bed with me, it’s alright.” 

Villain springs up, ripping his arm out of Hero’s grip and he struggles to get a breath in. His knees draw up to his chest and he holds his head in his hands. 

“Supervillain?” He manages, tucking his chin to his chest. “Where-where are we?” 

Hero sits up and scoots up next to him in the bed, leaning her head on his shoulder. He tenses and curls more into himself, slowly gaining control of his breathing. 

“It’s me,” She says, snaking her arm around him and pulling him closer to her, “You’re with me, not Supervillain. Don’t worry, you’ll never see her again.” 

Villain makes a strangled sound and he tries to pull away from Hero, but she tenses her arm around him, making it nearly impossible for him to get away. 

“Stop it,” He whimpers, barely loud enough for her to hear. “Let me go.” 

Instead, she wraps her other arm around his front and presses herself against him. She inhales deeply and sighs. 

Villain cries softly, chest heaving with every hurried breath between sobs. 

“Shhh, you’re alright,” She says, rubbing his shoulder with her thumb. “I just need a hug, then I’ll let go.” 

Every muscle in his body tenses and he screws his eyes shut, “Please stop,” he whispers, voice shaking. “Please let me go-” he cuts himself off. 

‘Let me go home.’ The word feels sour in his mouth, like him saying it would ruin its meaning, so he doesn’t. 

Hero slowly releases him, pulling her arms away from him and into her lap. She leans her head on his shoulder again and sighs. 

“Bad dream?” She asks. 

Villain takes a shaky breath and shakes his head. He screws his eyes shut and swallows a sob. “No.” 

Hero hums softly and lays back down, then pulls him down next to her with the collar of his shirt and curls up next to him, a soft smile on her face. 

Tears well in Villain’s eyes, blurring his vision. His heart aches as he thinks of Supervillain, alone at home, nobody to yell at the T.V. with, nobody to try her…eccentric food experiments. All alone, worried and hopefully looking for him.

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #29

Trope of the day: “What happened to me?”

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Machines are beeping, footsteps walking in and out of the room. Someone talks to another person, but they can't hear out anything they are saying.

Whumpee remembers the coldness in the cell they had been sitting in for weeks. Their body throbbed and hurt with every breath they took, now they are warm and ... painless.

Is this death?

It takes a few more moments for them to finally open their heavy lids, the room is not as bright as they anticipated. The talking stops and someone rushes to their sides.

There are hands on them, warm and gentle. Whumpee's throat hurts as they open their mouth and croak “What happened to me?”

[i-write-whump]

When the whumpee is hurt and very disoriented, and the caretaker just tries to keep them calm and still so the medics can help them. The whumpee having no idea what’s going on, but trusting that the caretaker will tell them if they need to do anything, and them just letting the caretaker look out for them. The caretaker holding their hand and stroking their hair, trying to keep the whumpee at least a little bit grounded as they’re patched up. The whumpee leaning into the caretaker’s touch, and relaxing as much as they can, letting the medics work.

[hurtcomfortguaranteed]

In Hercules in the Maze of the Minotaur, Hercules rescues a disoriented Iolaus from the very strangely gooey trap of the Minotaur.

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

Rooms to whump your guy in: carpeted and mirrored master suite

Images from here and here

[chaotic-orphan]

Whumptober No. 10

Blow to the Head

Slurred Words // Passing Out from Pain // “I can't think straight.”

*~*~*~*~*

Hero was tired. They were tired but restless, they didn’t want to think. They didn’t want to run into Superhero and talk over the shitshow that was their last week. They just wanted to sleep, but their body didn’t wanted to move so Hero detoured to their local gym on the way home. This way he could expend his energy without the risk of another Hero wanting to sit him down and just talk about it. You’ll feel better.

No, Hero knew he wouldn’t. So he grabbed his gym bag from the backseat and walked up the stairs. “Hey Ricky,” Hero greeted walking past the booth, not waiting to hear a reply.

Though usually, he thought in some faraway part of his mind as he pushed open the door to the gym, Ricky replied. He didn’t have time to think too deeply about it before something metal and heavy struck him over the back of the head and Hero dropped to the ground, quickly rolling to his feet and standing cautiously, the world spinning.

He blinked, swallowing thickly, one hand stretched out to his attacker and the other gingerly inspecting his head and yeah, that was blood.

Shit.

“Who are you?” Hero asked, but his words all ran together into one car crash of a word. A mockery of speech. His attacker stepped forward and swung again, but Hero caught the weapon with a hiss on his hand, the metal stinging his palm.

He tried to get a proper grip of it but the weapon was out of his hands before he could even attempt it, and swinging at his knee. Hero yelled, his leg folding but he stayed standing. A blow to the forearm, and the cheek and Hero fell again, gasping out what should’ve been a cry of pain but he didn’t get enough breath when his attacker stood on his back, shoe pressed between his shoulder blades until Hero was flailing like a worm on a hook, pinned to the ground.

Hero restrained a sharp cry to a grunt when his attacker pressed all his weight onto his foot on Hero’s shoulders.

“Who am I, little Hero?” Hero stilled, the voice like ice running through his veins. “Oh,” the voice said with a laugh. “Look at that, you do remember me. Do you remember your training?”

Hero swallowed, fingers tightening uselessly into fists by his side. “How— how, you— is— what did you do to Ricky?” He settled on, his brain moving too slow to form a proper question in his mouth.

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about Ricky, Hero. I’d worry about you. Sweet dreams.”

“N—” The word didn’t leave his mouth, only a flash of protest and then his world went dark.

And as suddenly as it happened, Hero woke with a jolt, his head turned to the side, a stinging in his cheek, and there was no brief respite of peace where he didn’t know where he was. He knew exactly where he was, he was in Ricky’s gym, still, thankfully, and Villain was—

A hand on his jaw and Hero’s head was wrenched back, facing the ceiling, and then he saw Villain’s bright eyes that chilled him to the bone.

Hero jerked up but was stopped by a strap on his chest, tying him to the bench. He jerked his hands forward but they wouldn’t budge above his head. He didn’t dare tilt his head back to see what was stopping him from moving, swallowing thickly. Terrified eyes focused on the reason why Hero was here instead of at the hero tower tonight.

“Have a nice sleep, Hero? Did you dream of me?”

“Le-let me go.”

“Oh, he speaks actual coherent words!” Hero opened his mouth to snap at Villain, before he remembered himself and shut it quickly. Despite everything he tried to fool himself into believing, all the things he wished weren’t true, Hero did remember his training, and he remembered what triggers set Villain off. “I won’t let you go, Hero, you’re right where I want you. You and me, together again. Did you miss me?”

“Villain, please… please. I didn’t- I didn’t tell anyone anything! I knew you wouldn’t like it if I did.”

Villain hummed happily, running his fingers through Hero’s hair, almost lovingly. “Oh, Hero. I know you didn’t tell anyone. Which you’re right, I am pleased about. That’s why I’m here. If Superhero or god knows, Other Hero caught wind of our time together, well, you wouldn’t have been let leave their sight.”

Hero was shaking, his bottom lip trembling as Villain spoke so simply. So matter of fact. But he was in a good mood. That’s what mattered. That’s what actually mattered right now, not the fact that Hero was an idiot and they should’ve told Superhero about Villain.

“So really, Hero,” Villain continued, knuckle tracing the outline of his skull down to his cheek and pinching them between his fingers until Hero’s mouth formed an uncomfortable O shape. “It’s because of your loyalty to me that I was allowed to visit you so soon. Would you like to come home, hmm? Would you like that?”

Hero tried to say no, tried to make their mouth move around Villain’s fingers but all he could manage was the oh, part of no, and it got even more difficult when the tears started.

“Oh, I know, Hero. You’re just so happy to see me, aren’t you? You’re overcome with emotion. Don’t worry. This time, I will never, ever, let you go.”

*~*~*~*~*

Whumptober masterpost here

[whumpybobbert]

The Flash 1x13

Clarissa Stein: Stalker

Ronnie Raymond/Dr. Martin Stein: Disoriented and confused, ticking time-bomb, self-sacrifice

[whumpdreaming]

Whumpee, under any normal circumstances, would fervently deny that they'd ever like a stuffed animal --- they're too strong and capable for such a thing, and would feel the same way even if they were injured or sick.

But when Caretaker peeks inside their room, they're fast asleep and clinging tightly to the very same plushie they'd once ridiculed 🥺❤️

[pvtashby]

Military whump prompts

(because Reddit is down and I’m chronically online)

Hearing the whumpee’s screams over the radio as they’re captured, the rest of the team frozen in horror.

• Patch job in the middle of the battlefield, someone pressing down on a wound with their bare hands, whispering, “Stay with me, okay? Just stay.”

• Post-mission debrief, but the whumpee is barely holding it together, swaying on their feet as the adrenaline wears off.

• The whumpee refusing pain meds because they need to “stay sharp,” only to pass out mid-conversation.

• “I don’t leave people behind,” they growl, limping and bleeding but refusing to abandon the unconscious teammate over their shoulder.

• Waking up in a field hospital, disoriented and panicked, pulling out the IV before being restrained by a firm but gentle voice.

• “We’re not going to make it.” “Yes, we are.” Cue one of them doing something reckless to ensure the other gets out alive.

• Cold, soaked to the bone, huddled in a ruined building during a downpour, one of them feverish while the other desperately tries to keep them awake.

• Hiding an injury to avoid being benched, only for it to get worse at the worst possible moment.

• “You don’t understand—I can’t go back. I can’t be discharged.”

• A high-ranking officer demanding a mission debrief while the whumpee is barely conscious, words slurring, bleeding through their uniform.

• A medic struggling to save the whumpee in the back of a jolting vehicle, yelling for the driver to go faster.

• Post-rescue, sitting by the whumpee’s bedside, counting every beep of the heart monitor like a prayer.

[zoethehead]

Finally.... i got this part done....

It'll be below this art as it's a long story

Tw's: forced sedation, slight disembowelment(slight disembowelment is necessary during an appendectomy as the appendix is a useless part of the large intestine)

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"Ah shit..." wulf muttered under his breath, feeling his consciousness waver as he looked at the blood from his abdomen that had been smeared on his glove.

Wulf felt lightheaded, sweat forming on his forehead, nausea coming back every 2 minutes as he collapsed onto his knees, dry heaving.

"Wulf, are you ok?" Chalakon asked.

"I-i  don't feel too hot, and i think i know why." wulf said.

Wulf picked up a stick off the ground, drawing out a diagram of a human body, putting detail into the intestines, drawing lines to show where the affected area was. He explained appendicitis, including how the appendix of a human was different from other species.

"Ok, you might need t' read that, m' gonna pass out" wulf slurred, collapsing near the ground.

"Woah!" Chalakon yelled, catching wulf before wulf would've fully fallen to the ground.

"Hang on, what happened here?" Ernwid asked, seeing the scene.

"Please just help him, i'll explain what's going on." Chalakon said.

-

"So, an outlander's appendix is apparently useless and could kill them if it's infected, eh?" Ernwid asked.

"Apparently so." Chalakon answered.

Ernwid grabbed out the medical instruments that were needed to tend to wulf.

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Wulf slightly awoke, the pain in his abdomen burning ever so clear.  He groaned as he struggled against how....weak he felt.

Unintelligible voices lingered through the air as he felt something being placed over his mouth and nose, he panicked as he struggled more. "Please rest...." a voice said.

Wulf felt like he was sinking, his vision blurring more than it already had as he closed his eyes once more.

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"That should do it for now." Ernwid said, having had sedated wulf with a special mixture of different sedative herbs and spores that was poured onto a simple piece of cloth.

Ernwid opened up the stab wound in wulf's abdomen further, pulling out a bit of the large intestine before carefully removing the rest of the appendix, sewing up the large intestine soon after and placing it back in the abdominal cavity. "Alright, i'm almost done." Ernwid said, wiping his brow with his now bloodstained paw.

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Ernwid disinfected the wound once more before hooking a clean thread through a needle's eye. He pierced the needle into wulf's flesh, sewing up the wound, applying a painkilling salve, patting dry what he could.

-

Chalakon held up wulf's unconscious body as Ernwid wrapped fresh clean bandages around the sewn up wound in his abdomen.

"Alright, the procedure was a success, now all he needs to do is get lots of rest." Ernwid said. Chalakon carried wulf to a nearby bed, setting wulf down onto the bed and setting a couple quilts over his now bandaged form.

Chalakon pulled up a chair, sitting vigil next to wulf.

-

Wulf awoke, still out of it, he slowly blinked, turning his head to Chalakon...

"Oh, you're awake, i didn't expect you to be up so soon." Chalakon said.

Wulf grabbed chalakon's hand,

"I nev'r g't a chance t' tell ch'la'k'n... h'w much i love him, 'nd i mean it" wulf slurred.

Chalakon blushed.

"You love me?" Chalakon asked.

Wulf nodded; "h' saved m' life....pl's he's r'lly cute....." wulf slurred once more.

Chalakon was flustered to say the least, his face turning more blue as he was blushing. He now realized how much he meant to this outlander, but looking back at how flustered wulf was when he first awoke after he was saved from a gruesome death.

Chalakon held wulf's hand, resting the injured outlander's arm back onto the quilt.

"Rest well...love." chalakon said, a soft smile on chalakon's face.

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Wulf slowly came to from the sedation he was put under, his mind slowly becoming less fuzzy as he wearily blinked away the sleepiness. He felt comfy--warm even, as he let out a sigh. He looked at his surroundings; seeing the warm quilt that was nestled around his body, and he felt the bandages tightly wrapped around his abdomen, reaching up to under his chest.

"You're finally awake, or at the very least; 'finally lucid'." A familiar voice said.

Wulf turned his head, seeing Chalakon next to him, holding his hand.

"W-what happened?" Wulf asked, still confused.

"Well, you got stabbed, which lead us to finding out that you had appendicitis, so Ernwid cut the rest of the appendix out, you were somehow conscious enough to draw out a sort of diagram on where the appendix was into the dirt, so i memorized that and drew it out for ernwid." Chalakon explained.

Wulf noticed that chalakon was rather flustered underneath that calm smile.

"Uhm, are you ok there, Chal?" Wulf asked.

"I-uhm...  yeah, yeah. Still kinda blushing about what you said to me while you were all conked out from the painkillers in your system." Chalakon said.

Wulf sighed, asking "ok, what did i say this time?"

"You...well..... kinda confessed your love for me..." chalakon said.

Wulf realized that while he was blacked out on bloodloss and painkillers, that he confessed to chalakon that he had a crush on him.

Wulf tried getting up quickly in a burst of embarassment and panic, but the pain in his abdomen was still rather new, as he felt the stitches and the aching--pulsing pain as he let out a pained hiss between grit teeth.

"Please don't get up right now, I really mean it, i'd rather that you don't wreck the stitches." Chalakon said, putting his hand on Wulf's shoulder.

"Oh my fucking god, i didn't mean to confess that early, or maybe even at all! I mean; i'm some random guy who happens to not be from here, and you're literal royalty!" Wulf said.

"Former royalty." Chalakon corrected.

"Right... former royalty, but...yeah. I do happen to have a crush on you, and it kinda started when i first awoke to you near me as i was recovering from getting keelhauled, but with my past; i didn't want to confess due to me feeling like i didn't deserve to be in a relationship because i happen to see my self as well.... a bit of a screwup." Wulf explained

"Hey, it's alright, i understand; after i had been exiled, i may or may not have realized that you happened to care about me, because you chose to tend to my wounds and tried making sure that i was safe." Chalakon said.

The awkwardness hung in the air like a cloud of smoke.

"S-so....uhm..... what do you think that makes us?" Wulf asked.

"Maybe an official couple, or in less fancy words; 'boyfriends'." Chalakon answered

Wulf felt exhausted once more, but he had a weary smile on his face.

"Finally, things are turnin' around...." wulf thought to himself as he drifted off back into slumber...

"Rest well, love...." chalakon softly said before getting into the same bed that wulf was in before falling asleep too.

[whumpshots]

Whump ABC #18 - Restrained

Based on the results of this poll.

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Whumpee wakes up with their head throbbing and their eyes already hurting from the little bit of light above them. They blink and grunt softly, trying to move their body, which won't listen to the command.

Their hearing takes a few moments to filter out the words whispered and muttered, but their brain does not identify the voices of caretaker and team leader. It makes their heart beat faster and panic rise in their chest.

"Do you think it's a good idea?" One voice whispers.

"We didn't have another choice, they were attacking everyone in their panic," the second retorts and whumpee tries to move again.

Once their vision clears and they are able to move their head, whumpee sees that they have been restrained, ankles and wrists tied to keep them from moving. Despite wanting to fight it, whumpee rests their head against the pillow again.

The pillow ... weren't they with whumper only moments ago? Strapped to a table, cold and hard against their bare skin? Who were the people just now?

Whumpee tries to struggle against the restraints, but they are too weak. The voices start talking again, but their brain just won't realise who they are ... and the struggle against the restraints becomes more desparate.

[defire]

As someone with a few years experience in martial arts with sparring, I would like to explain some

Realistic reactions to being struck

Punched in the gut:

yelp of pain--like "ah!" And then a groan like "ohh" as the nausea hits

Curl protectively over their gut

Arms out to stop any incoming punches

After expelling air from the impact, they may not be able to breathe in. They may just lose some of their wind, or all of it.

If whumpee is trained (or used to it!) they may know to breathe out a little on impact, softening the blow and reducing the amount of air they lose

It hurts, so victim is going to be at least grimacing and guarding their stomach

Losing your wind is disorienting and panic-inducing, even for someone with training

A hard enough punch may be enough to drop whumpee, especially if: they are skinny (less padding), their body is trying to conserve oxygen (like they lost ALL their wind at once), they are panicked/outmatched (to protect themselves), or they're going to puke

Puking can also happen a bit afterward

[zoethehead]

Applying to my soldier

Img 1 is him in his armor, while img 2 is after he wakes up from an explosion, in another world

When the whumpee wakes up in bed after getting badly hurt, and they almost immediately try to get up, but the caretaker puts a hand on their shoulder and holds them down, telling them to take it easy and not move so much yet. The whumpee trying to insist that they’re fine and they can get up, only to realize that while they normally were much stronger than the caretaker, the caretaker was managing to easily hold them down, and that maybe they weren’t as alright as they thought.