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I ended up writing a lot more for this than I had planned >:) enjoy!!

(Content- discarded/abandoned whumpee, leg injuries, rope, embedded injury)

Caretaker works at the place whumpee was discarded at. The next morning during their opening shift, they go to throw away a bag of trash that the closing team had forgotten about. They opened the lid to the dumpster, not really paying attention- more thinking about the long list of things they had to do next.

As they leaned down to pick up the garbage bag and toss it inside, a quiet whine snapped them back to reality. They cautiously peered down inside. They had seen raccoons in the trash, squirrels, possums, once even a pet lizard someone had dumped. This was none of those... a person looked up at them, blinking away the bright sunlight. They were curled defensively in the corner of the dumpster, with eyes shining bright with tears as they looked up at caretaker with a heartbreaking mixture of hope and fear. Caretaker was stunned. They stood in incredulous silence for a few moments, then cleared their throat and said,

"Um... do you want to be in there?" Whumpee shook their head frantically in response. "Okay, can you stand? I'll help pull you out." The dumpster wasn't too deep, but still a pain in the ass to get out of. They had learned that the hard way messing around with their friends once. Whumpee looked a bit frightened, but tried to pull themselves to their feet. In doing so caretaker saw the ropes tied so tightly around whumpees legs that the blood from fighting against them had covered parts of the rope, skin trying to grow over it. The atrophied muscles in their calves shook, and whumpee struggled to stay upright; pulling themselves up on the wall of the dumpster. Caretaker caught their hand just before they slipped from the grime. They pulled whumpee up and out of the dumpster, which was difficult even though whumpee was so light.

Whumpee immediately sprang up and tried to run, only to fall over just as quickly as they had gotten up. Fresh blood welled up from the damaged tissue in their legs. Caretaker instantly went to their side, noting the new scrape on their forehead. Whumpee cringed away and timidly raised their hands a bit, looking like they expected caretaker to hit them.

Caretaker sighed anxiously. This is not at all what they had expected today. Looks like they would be opening late again.

There's something special about a whumpee getting literally thrown in the trash. It's both physical whump, since they're presumably too injured or weak to get out of the trash, and a way for a whumper to symbolically illustrate that they are completely worthless. (Or they can throw themself in the trash, if you prefer!)

It's probably easiest to make this effective in genres where the whumpee is both considered subhuman (or sub-whatever-else) and is legally considered property - a tool, a weapon, a pet, an android, etc. - but it can work in any setting with a bit of modification.

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Whumper forced whumpee to hug them every time they tortured them. At first it was strangely comforting, but now after so long and so many sessions- it's somehow worse than the physical pain. When they're finally rescued, caretaker tries to comfort them by holding them close, but whumpee just cries harder and trembles.

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FFFFF THIS!!! THIS IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE

CW: Forced medical treatment

Whumpee’s confused, panicked, and fighting back when they’re held down and medically treated. Caretaker keeps a hand on their forehead pinning them to the ground, begging them to please stop moving. 

Only when they’ve calmed down, caretaker’s hand moves from holding them down, to gently stroking through their hair. 

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Orrin, Transported

(I'm finally writing Orrin's story!! Think of this as like a part 1 of it :> see here for a quick introduction on him) <cw: heat exhaustion, dehydration, tied>

The sun seemed to beat down on him, pushing him closer to the ground with every breath he took. The sand scraped at his tired legs that shook with fatigue. It had been days since the caravan had left the trading post, making barely any stops along the way. Orrin only hoped that the animals pulling the wagons in front of him were faring better than he was. The rhythm of the walk was the only thing keeping him sane. Step, step, pull. Step, step, pull. The rope on his hands tied to the wagon in front of him pulled him along as his strength slowly left him. Step, step, pull. Step, step, pull. He had expected to be hauled away in his cage as the last people had transported him, but these people had saved his cage for some hogs they had purchased at the last town's market. They reasoned that he could walk, and they needed the room in the wagons for more of their 'valuables' that they refused to leave behind. So he was pulled along. He looked down at his hands, bound tightly in old rope that had once been an animal lead; and at the old blood caking the loose fibers to his skin. Was that all he was now? Livestock to humans?

How long had it been since that bastard of a trapper had caught him back in his home village? A month? Two? Maybe only a few weeks? Time seems to flow differently when your worst nightmare has come true.

A breeze blew past, rustling the leaves in the sprout atop his head. They were dull and starting to dry, browning slightly at the edges. It hurt, but he had dealt with it before. There were summers back in his tribe that were dry and barren- nearly everyone had some sort of damage happen to their soul plant. Many people had their leaves dry or crack- some even had a few leaves fall. But unlike then, there were no healers to help cure the pain, and apothecaries to make a salve and ease the discomfort. All he could do was to try not to think about it. Step, step, pull. Step, step, pull. He tried to let his mind go blank, to pretend he was anywhere else. Step, step, pull. He felt sweat trickle down his face, and he pointlessly begged himself to stop- he couldn't lose any more moisture. It had been so long since he last had water. He didn't know when - or if - he would ever have it again. He couldn't waste any of the bit he had left sweating.

The caravan of wagons finally came to a stop, and the world around him spun. It was then he realized just how exhausted he was. He knew he was tired, but stopping the rhythm of his mindless movement pulled him out of his dulled haze. His whole body trembled. He looked behind him at the series of animal and wheel tracks, followed by his own footprints. They seemed to grow and stretch into the sand, warping in strange patterns. Some people started to get out of the wagons and tend to the camel and oxen pulling them along. He felt relieved for them as he started to get dizzier than he already was. Someone was approaching him. He swayed as they got closer, his fatigue and dehydration catching up to him. He struggled to keep his eyes open... they seemed to be speaking to him. At him? Through the ringing in his ears he could barely make out,

"...ast stop... on't die.... expensive"

That was all he could understand before he passed out, head hitting the sand.

It was almost cruel how softly the ground held him.

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It's been a while since I've drawn Orrin, but I have some writing for him in the works!

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I was rereading the novel I wrote a few years back and I was like- why is it scene after scene of characters getting severely hurt mentally or physically??

Looking at everything you’ve written before you found the whump community:

[ID: The always has been meme, showing an astronaut, pointing a gun at another astronaut in front of a planet, floating in space. Text above one astronaut reads: Wait it’s all whump? Text above the other astronaut, holding the gun, reads: Always has been. End ID.]

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Okay, I have a drabble set up with both the male and female versions of this whumpee. Surprisingly there's a lot of ppl wanting to see her side of the story as a female! Just one last survey of what ppls thoughts are before I publish :)

Heya everyone! I've been wondering this for a while- one of my main whumpees is female. I have a TON of drabbles and rps written with her, so I could easily push out a lot of content that I'm passionate about with her. However, I know that people on here lean almost entirely on preferring male whumpees, and stories with female whumpees flop a lot and don't get much feedback. She already has an androgynous name and only 1 part of her story would be changed other than pronouns. So- should I post her stories as is or slightly edit them to post male whumo drabbles?

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Heya everyone! I've been wondering this for a while- one of my main whumpees is female. I have a TON of drabbles and rps written with her, so I could easily push out a lot of content that I'm passionate about with her. However, I know that people on here lean almost entirely on preferring male whumpees, and stories with female whumpees flop a lot and don't get much feedback. She already has an androgynous name and only 1 part of her story would be changed other than pronouns. So- should I post her stories as is or slightly edit them to post male whumo drabbles?

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Phone whump???

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I'm actually going to cry I spent like an hour writing a whump drabble and when I hit post it said it failed and now the whole damn fucking things is gone istg the one time I actually have motivation to write-

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Abandoned by Caretaker

His eyes fluttered as he tried to keep them open, tears flowing freely. He weakly reached out to the caretaker with a pitiful little whine, no longer surprised by the sight of his own blood on his hands, accompanied by the fresh pool of blood he lay in. The caretaker just glared at them, a look of disdain and hatred in their eyes, glinting in the low light. They lifted their foot and stomped on the whumpee's ready broken fingers, twisting around the tattered shards of bone. The whumpee was so tired and broken, all they could manage was a twitch and a breathy sob. The caretaker turned and gave them one last look of disgust and walked away, slamming the door shut and leaving them in darkness. The whumpee sobbed for a while, drifting in and out of consciousness. They waited patiently for death to claim them, wondering how they were possibly still alive. Whatever god there was wouldn't even spare them that small mercy. They felt fear, then sadness, then total numbness. They don't know how long they lay on that cold floor in the dark, waiting, swimming in their own thoughts. But finally, after what seemed like eternity, the door scraped open and a small trickle of light swam in. They didnt even bother to look up. What even was the point anymore? They heard light, graceful footsteps approach them and their mangled body. "Hello again, beautiful." A soothing voice said as they kneeled down next to them, a comforting hand in their matted hair. The voice... it sounded so familiar. They put all their energy into turning their head, and looking up. It was so exhausting, but everything felt okay again when they saw who had come to their rescue. "Whumper...?" They croaked in disbelief. "Of course, little one. I told you I'd always take care of you, didn't I?" They said with that oh-so familiar smile. The whumpee sobbed and threw themselves into their whumper's arms. Finally, they were wanted. Someone to keep them warm, protect them, and punish them when they needed it. They no longer had to deal with terrifying medicines, doctors, or gentle hands hurting in the name of help. Just pain when pain was expected, and bliss. They were finally home again.

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Looking for some new rp partners :)

Anyone up for some good, detailed whump rp in story format? :D Dm me!

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Whumpees that miss their whumpers 💖

(I'm not dead, I'm sorry,,, just super busy with life and stress. Hope to keep writing 💖)

I love it when poor, sweet little whumpees miss their whumpers. The mere thought of even seeing them makes them shiver and cry, but also comforts them in a strange way. Being treated kindly is scary and unfamiliar. Pain is what they know, what they've grown to think is what they deserve and what they need. Whumpees that break out of the comfort of their rescuers, crawling back to the ones that hurt them because they're too afraid of what the comforters will do to make them pay for their kindness. With whumper, they know that they'll be good, and will be loved and punished accordingly. They don't understand health and love, they know and only want pain. They've grown to love the whumper, they're all they can think about. In order to keep whumpee from running away again, the carers have to keep them in near prison, proving the point in the whumpees head that kindness isn't to be trusted. The caretakers heart breaks, but they can't keep going to dangerous places that hurt them and the team. Then all of whumpees dreams and nightmares, good and bad, are blissfully filled with the warm, familiar hands of the whumper. Whether the dream of it striking harshly against their cheek or choking them, or in a comforting hug- they dream only of them, and how they wish they were back where they belonged.

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They would be up and moving (with some varying degrees of pain based on how long it's been) within around 3 or 4 days. 2 if they're REALLY desperate to get on their feet. They would still need rest though and be off bed rest by 5 or 6 days. Most of the bleeding tissue will be healed back together in 10 to 14 days. Hope that helps ya some!

me and my friend are writing hurt/comfort. the main character was tortured for a good 48 hours straight. most of it was stabs/cuts, and he passes out from blood loss before he gets rescued. any idea how long it would take for him to be up and about again? love your blog btw:)

In general, wounds that can be treated with stitches, staples or glue take about ten days to heal. Deeper stab wounds require more long term care and follow-ups to make sure it’s healing properly! (And thank you! I’m glad you like it ❤️)