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Content: Hospitals, recovery, hopeful ending, wounds/injuries.

Whumpee was beginning to get better.

Even the doctors were shocked that they'd survived this long. They hadn't expected them to make it through the first night, and with the infected wounds that littered their skin, the broken bones, the shattered limbs - it wasn't hard to see why.

But nonetheless, Whumpee persisted. After nearly a week of an induced coma, the doctors made the decision to let them wake up.

Caretaker remembered being there during the first signs of consciousness. Nothing but a small flicker of their eyelids. Such a small gesture, yet Caretaker felt themselves nearly bursting into tears.

They'd been doing that a lot, recently.

It was only a day after that first sign of life that Whumpee's eyes finally opened for the first time. They were still unable to speak with the breathing tube down their throat - Caretaker couldn't even begin to imagine how uncomfortable that must have been for them - but they were alive and conscious, and looked up at Caretaker with a gaze that said they had no idea what was going on. It was hard to tell if they were even here.

As they drifted in and out of sleep, Caretaker spoke to them. They rambled on about anything they could think of, whether it was work, the family Caretaker had grown so close during their efforts surrounding Whumpee, or the meal they had the night before that they wished they could have shared with them.

A hand remained on Whumpee's bruised head. Tenderly smoothing their unkempt hair back despite how uncomfortable the position was, and unable to hide the teary smile that appeared on their face whenever Whumpee attempted to nuzzle into their touch. It hurt every time, but that never stopped them.

Caretaker was there when the breathing tube was finally removed, another day or two later. They remembered the anticipation that crept deep into their body, and how much they yearned to hear them speak. They imagined all the things that Whumpee might say to them. What their first words might be. Some were declarations of love, others were panicked, jumbled sounds as they struggled to figure out what was going on.

Reality, however, was far from the romantic visions Caretaker had created in their head. They almost managed a laugh when Whumpee sucked in a deep breath of air and let it out in the form of a long, drawn out "fuck".

While visiting hours technically finished at eight, Caretaker remained by Whumpee's side well after that with permission from the nurses. They told them about what had happened, while purposely leaving out details they knew would upset or scare them. Whumpee listened intently, eyes occasionally resting for a few minutes before opening again as their conversation continued.

It was Caretaker who cried when they finally had to leave for the night. They didn't want to. Whumpee may have been awake, but that didn't mean they were stable. They couldn't make themself stand. Couldn't let go of Whumpee's hand, even as one of the nurses squeezed their shoulder and reassured them that they could return in the morning.

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"Fuck off-" The whumpee bit out, tears streaming down their face, "fuck you!"

"Now now, don't get yourself all worked up," the whumper smirked.

The whumpee pushed themselves up against the wall, cowering in the corner of the cold concrete room, "stop-stop it! Fuck- fuck-"

"I don't know what you plan to achieve with all this," the whumper regarded the whumpee with an amused hunger, "do you think this aggression makes me less likely to hurt you?"

"No- no no don't- fuck! Fuck you! Help! HELP!"

"Oh yes, keep screaming, I'm sure that will help. Because I made sure to lock you up somewhere people could hear you," the whumper laughed.

"Fuck you! You're fucking crazy-"

"Am I?"

"Yes! Fuck- Jesus fucking Christ- HELP!"

"I feel quite sane-"

"You're gonna fucking kill me!"

"Not kill," the whumper began to roll up their sleeves.

"Fucking liar! Help! Help! Fuck- HELP!"

"Perhaps I should explain my thought process? To help you understand?" The whumper slowly approached their captive, "I want to hurt someone-"

"No! Fuck- shit, stop! No no-"

"You are someone, someone vulnerable."

"No no no-" The whumpee's eyes were blown out with fear, their breathing erratic.

"Someone easy to acquire."

"Stop- stop, don't... don't do this-"

"You're the perfect solution to my problem. Someone no one will know is gone."

The whumpee sobbed.

"I think that seems pretty reasonable? Wouldn't you say?"

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After experiencing so much tension, it seemed like Caretaker was still not allowed to breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing Whumpee thrash around in a semi-conscious state was even more painful than seeing Whumpee not moving at all.

Several times a day, Whumpee will moan in pain (or perhaps anger), cry, or try to remove the medical equipment on his body. Sometimes, Whumpee just stared blankly at the roof.

Caretaker always tries to be near Whumpee, holding Whumpee's thin hands tied to the bed, stroking his head gently and carefully, and speaking in a soothing tone.

Until one day, Whumpee looked at Caretaker and called her in a shaky and stuttering voice. At that moment, Caretaker knew that Whumpee was one step towards recovery.

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welll,, i haven't been active AT ALL (im focusing on henry stickmin rn) but i guess this blog still counts??

Please reblog this post if you belong to the whump community.

Let's see how many reblogs this gets!

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the nuance is that my ex-crush from 2 years ago may have turned me aroace but im not sure LMAO

(what gender do you prefer for a whumpee, not just generally in whump)

i know that this is simplified and doesn't include all possible combinations of preference and attraction, you can't explore a lot of nuance in this format but this is probably the most complex i can get within the poll options, feel free to pick other/nuance and elaborate in the tags or discuss in comments/reblogs!

e.g if you prefer female characters in whump and arent attracted to anyone (not women or anyone else) or multiple genders excluding women, pick the 4th option if you prefer female characters and are attracted to multiple genders including women, pick the 3rd

(of course male/female characters also include trans characters)

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hey so im not the same anon who just took ashtray and ran, but pls pls pretty pls can we have a part 2 to that 🥺

like... idk why this idea came to my head, but if i was the one running away with ashtray, i'd try to find out which language he speaks (since he clearly doesn't understand english) once we're safe and far away from mireille's place. bro is as white as a snowbunny so he has to be european!! (right?? let's hope...)

list of possible suspects (yes, i will literally just be saying "espanol? fracais?" until he recognizes something 💀):

espanol (spanish) fr fracais (french) portugues (portugeuse) deustch (german) ellinika (greek) lo italiano (italian) russkiy (russian)

etc. etc... hopefully one of them is right 😕

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[masterlist] (spoiler under the cut for his nationality, will become relevant later)

Ashtray is still shaking as you sit down with him, pulling up a list of different languages. Even in the short time he has been with you, it's been abundantly clear he doesn't understand English, and if you want this to work long-term, you have to find a solution. His looks make you suspect he is European and it's as good of a starting point as any.

While he looks at you with big blue eyes, as you name one language after the other, desperately hoping for a reaction.

"Espagñol? Français? Português? Italiano? Română?" No reaction. "Russiky? Polski? Magyar? Ellinikí?"

With every language, you get more insecure about your pronunciation. Perhaps you already missed his native language and he just couldn't understand you. But regardless, you have to keep going, not giving up yet.

"Deutsch? Dansk?–" Before you can continue on, Ashtray noticeably perks up, for the first time since you have laid your eyes upon him. Your heart pounds as you fumble for your phone, quickly typing something into Google Translate, praying it won't fail you.

"E-Er du dansker?" You can feel his eyes burning into your chest, not yet feeling allowed to look any higher. He is still shaking, but this time it's different. Something is burying the fear.

Instead, it feels like restraint.

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oh btw guys i might change my name

like my alias (shorten "leeshyy" to "lee"), not my url (tho i wanna change that too, i js wanna find pfps first which i am too lazy to do rn)

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three 😴

three

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The trope I appreciate very much

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tw: theft, body horror, facial disfigurement

Hee hoo I got your nose!🫰👃

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-og-whpp

makes no sense but ok-

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs

@writer-of-worlds

oh and ofc my alt (@theuncoolertrinity)

ok gimmickverse let's all do this

I would be oho-h-

@maryland-officially @the-real-catholic-church @north-dakota-unofficial @non-tyrannical-usa @thee0ne-whos-trying and anyone else!

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more on grief. the symptoms.

the feeling overwhelming you at random times of the day, without warning. suddenly you are stuck crying and gasping for breath.

your stomach cramps every time you think about them. it makes you want to vomit. nothing really helps and it can kill your appetite.

you are constantly tired, no amount of sleep seems to be enough. you could sleep for a thousand years and maybe you wish you could.

no matter what you are doing and how happy you are, they are always on your mind. you ruminate and ruminate if there was anything you could have done differently. you think about all the things you should have done.

grief alienates and isolates you. it feels like people can’t understand, there is no right words to calm you down.

you will hate yourself for this but sometimes you feel so powerless you wish you would have never been put in this situation. even if that means never knowing that person. you don’t really mean it though you are just desperate.

you can grieve people that are still alive

your grief can project in other things and situations. your mood can drop quickly. you can overreact or be aggressive and abrasive. this alienates you further

people will tell you to distance yourself. you cannot.

feel free to torment your blorbos with this

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omg i love sarcastic whumpee

Whumpees getting knocked to the ground.

It's so vulnerable and I love it

Content: language, mild body horror

(some defiant/sarcastic whunpee stuff here)

Falling to their knees clutching a broken hand/arm and just curling in and screaming

Whumper trips them--"what the fuck!" "What? It was an accident!"

Or being shoved so hard they fall and get hurt on the way down "I'm cooperating, alright!"

Not daring to get back up "so you want me on the floor. Ok. Coulda just asked."

Curled up in a fetal position on the ground after torture-- "no don't--don't touch it.. don't touch me. Please."

Curling up in a fetal position, while being kicked to protect organs and face. The silent struggle between kicks and taunts to avoid the worst injuries.

When they were standing but they fall on their own knees to show they're not a threat "no no no let's not do this the hard way. Is there an easy way? Yeah? Can we do that?"

A gut punch that hits hard enough to make them fall to their knees

"Get up." (But they can't, and they're trying so hard)

A martial arts throw that ends with them hitting the ground hard on their back

Or a twist that lands them face-down and cringing as the pressure increases in their shoulder (bonus: it knocks the wind out of them)

Whumpee squirming away trying to hide their injuries because they know whumper will target them

Waiting till whumper leaves to collapse so they don't look pathetic "...ohhhh fuck..."

Unable to stand due to weakness or an injury (like a broken leg) "do you not see this bone projecting from my skin sir?!"

Falling so hard their forehead hits the ground

Falling on hard/painful surfaces like cement or a table or construction tools

Falling on gross things like dirt, the bathroom floor. "Do we have to do this here?" (Bonus: it's on purpose)

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kill the shift manager in your brain

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rb and put in the tags your username without using the middle row of the keyboard