justsomewhumpee

[justsomewhumpee]

When whumpee has to be their own Doctor.

them carefully trying to reset their bones, while trying to keep themselves alert through the blinding pain.

Shaky hands desperately trying to stitch up their wound.

The desperate cries and harsh panting as they dig the bullet from their bloody, slippery flesh.

The grunts and spiking pain with every step.

let them press their fingers to the wound, let them try to stop the bleeding, but most importantly don't let them give up.

[justsomewhumpee]

semi consciousness

Give me semi consciousness

The feverish flutter of eyelids.

How they can only mutter inaudible sounds and noises

As their being cradled in caretakers arms, they don't understand what's happening but seeing caretakers face they know everything will be alright. Right??

[justsomewhumpee]

I love characters that have never been loved before experiencing it for the first time. They're taken aback by softness. They're confused by warm words and being cared for. They're almost scared by the loving way they're looked at. Fleeting tender touches send them reeling. Their heart almost feel like it's going to burst. What does it mean? All they know is they don't feel as though they deserve that, even if they reciprocate. It's been proven time again that they're unlovable and yet...

Being treated so gently feels so good and they aren't sure they want it to stop.

[justsomewhumpee]

he had a voice that could only be described as sopping wet and killable

[justsomewhumpee]

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

[justsomewhumpee]

"Y-you're a monster!" whumpee spat at their captor, the blood streaming from their nose into their mouth creating a sickly red mist as they spoke.

Whumper stopped as they were walking away, turning to look back at the battered form on the floor behind them.

"A... Monster?" Whumper turned around fully, beginning to stride back towards them. "Is that truly what you think of me?" Whumper kneeled down to be eye-level with whumpee, who stared hatefully up at them through the one eye that wasn't swollen shut.

"I hate you, and I meant it. You really are a monster." Whumpee hissed in a low voice, gaze unwavering even as they trembled.

Whumper began to laugh raucously, causing whumpee to flinch at the sudden sound.

"Oh, my darling..." They cooed with false sympathy before roughly reaching forward and viciously grabbing a fistful of their matted hair.

Whumper leaned in closer, nose-to-nose with their hostage.

"I haven't even shown you how much of a monster I can be yet." They growled before taking a moment to relish in the terror in whumpee's eyes.

Abruptly, they slammed their head into the concrete floor in front of them- causing whumpee's world to go dark.

[justsomewhumpee]

Answers to "it hurts"

I know (apologetically)

I know (condescendingly)

It's supposed to

Good

I'm sorry

It'll be over soon

Stop whining

And it'll get worse if you don't *insert threat*

Well it wouldn't have to if you didn't *insert mistake*

You're supposed to say 'thank you'

I love hearing you say that

This is nothing, I'll show you actual pain

Get used to it

You'll get used to it

Stop lying

At least you still feel it

Shut up

Why don't you beg me to stop, then?

Can't be that bad if you're still talking

I don't care

Did I ask?

It's the only way you'll learn

You can take it

[justsomewhumpee]

Always happy to draw an angry beat up Whumpee 👌

[justsomewhumpee]

Give your whumpees muscle cramps and sore thighs

[justsomewhumpee]

Whumper: *standing menacingly over whumpee's bed as they try to get some sleep*

Whumpee: "Man, you're like the hat man but worse." Whumper: "The what??"

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Whumper: "I swear to god, if you talk back to me again I'm going to just kill you."

Whumpee: "On God? You promise? No takebacks, I'm serious"

Whumper: "???????????????"

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Whumper: "You are going to listen to me, whether you like it or not."

Whumpee: "Sorry, I don't speak little bitch."

Whumper:

Defiant whumpee who copes with (dark) humour dialogue

• • •

Whumpee: *standing in line for the teller at the bank*

Whumper: *walks in wearing a ski mask and waving a gun* “This is a robbery!”

Whumpee: *very matter-o-factly* “Actually, sir, this is a bank.”

• • •

Whumpee: *being held at gun point as hostage*

Whumper: “I’ll do it! I’ll shoot them!”

Whumpee: “do it, no balls”

• • •

Whumpee: *in captivity, being interrogated*

Whumper: “If you don’t tell me what I want to know, you’ll get the whip again”

Whumpee: *eyes wide* “You can’t! My cellmate and I were using the grid to play connect 4 and I was winning!”

• • •

Whumper: *throws a wet rag at whumpee after torturing them* “Clean yourself up.”

Whumpee: *gasps, whispers* “Master has given Dobby a cloth.”

• • •

Whumper: “I’m going to enjoy torturing you until you scream. I can’t wait to see you broken and hear you begging me for mercy.”

Whumpee: “Seems to me like you’ve got some deep-seated emotional issues. Have you considered seeking professional help?”

• • •

Whumper: *walks in later than usual*

Whumpee: “You know, if the teacher is 15 minutes late to class you’re free to go. I think the same rule should apply here.”

• • •

Whumper: *laughs evilly at whumpee’s pain*

Whumpee: *mocks their laughter*

• • •

Whumper: “Nobody is ever going to come for you.”

Whumpee: “I bet that’s what your ex said when they dumped you.”

• • •

Whumpee: *is given plain bread to eat*

Whumpee: “Would it kill y’all to invest in some peanut butter? Mayonnaise? Anything?”

• • •

Whumper: “You’re worthless. Nobody loves you and nobody ever will.”

Whumpee: “In other news, water is wet.”

• • •

Whumper: “You look so nice covered in your own blood.”

Whumpee: “I bet I’d look even better covered in yours. Let’s try and see.”

• • •

Whumpee: *being moved with other prisoners, singing quietly* “They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard.”

Other prisoners: *chanting softly* “To Isengard, to Isengard.”

Whumper: *shakes their head incredulously*

• • •

Whumper: “I will find you.”

Whumpee: “Oh, wait! I know this one! And when you do, you’ll kill me, right?”

• • •

Whumper: “Tell me what I want to know!”

Whumpee: *sing-songy* “Gimme gimme never gets, don’t you know your manners yet?”

• • •

Whumper: *goes to stab whumpee*

Whumpee: *dodges and grabs the knife from whumper*

Whumpee: “That’s what I like to call a pro gamer move.”

• • •

Feel free to add your own!

[justsomewhumpee]

"How long?"

Whumpee was far from caring how weak they sounded. The rasp- the shake in their voice. Whumper's eyes lifted, looking at Whumpee over their glasses, "Speak up, dove."

dove...

Whumpee shivered as an ice-cold rush rippled up their spine. Not dove, they were Whumpee they were going to be free and-

"Ho-how long have I b-been here...with you?"

The corner of Whumper's mouth curled up in a grin- as if tugged by a string. "Two years, darling. I can't believe you remembered our anniversary!!!"

Whumpee's heart stopped, all the air felt as if it was knocked out of them as the room suddenly felt cold. They could feel their heartbeat pounding in their ears.

Two years...

They felt a heavy weight against their shoulder, instantly flinching away. A hand closed in their hair. Whumpee cried out as their head was yanked with full force backwards, Whumper growled in their ear, "But clearly two years isn't enough, is it?"

[justsomewhumpee]

taken moments before the drugs kicked in- @whump-queen @nsfwhump-queen

ooc where do yall find your pose references for whump shit its so harddd lmao also i might ink this later idk

[justsomewhumpee]

Whumpee’s drifting in and out of consciousness, every time in a different mood than the last. Sometimes they’re too exhausted to move; other times they cry and panic; occasionally they just quietly look around trying to remember what happened, where they are, and how they got there.

-And then they remember.

[justsomewhumpee]

“i’ve never hated myself more for what i did to you”

[justsomewhumpee]

The reason none of my wips get finished

[justsomewhumpee]

I am NOT trying to trick you into putting a leash on. and if you would just come here, within leashing-range, you'd be able to see that

[justsomewhumpee]

Anyone else love a slow but devastating break?

The determination to survive, the curses spat as they drag themselves up on their feet, it eventually fades into dusty, listless disinterest that clings like their threadbare shirt. Their head barely lifting, eyes clouded when once upon a time  the same would have been met with a defiant gesture. 

It’s the refusal to scream, to budge an inch at first. Then they crack a little and scream but it’s still defiant and desperate, clawing back control in their response. Eventually, even if its weeks, it fades silent again, it always does. Because, whether their throat bleeds raw or not, nothing changes. The colours drain and the glasses are no longer rose-colored but stained scarlet, black and blinding white. 

They don’t wish for death, it wouldn’t change anything