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three words: SKIN 👏🏼 TO 👏🏼 SKIN 👏🏼✨️

anon you understand

they laughed at jesus but you understand

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I’m a big fan of hurt/comfort where whumpee is basically reduced to their most vulnerable, primal state of needing someone by their side and caretaker is completely overcome by a primal parental instinct for them 🤌

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is there anything better than whumpee finally being rescued from the Horrors and being taken care of at home and someone remarking:

“that’s their first time sleeping in an actual bed in ages”

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Ok but how many Hurt/Comfort fics until I'm not mentally ill anymore

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aaaaaAAAAAAAaaaaaa

when character a is barely conscious and being princess carried by character b and when b goes to put them down a whimpers and fists their hand into the fabric of their shirt and b goes shhh shh shh and takes their hand in theirs while gently cradling their head oughhhhhh oughhhhh………….

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@hywenhei especially if we see the corners of an oxygen mask at the bottom of the sleepy blurry image 🤤

you know what i really love about whump?

when a character in a media gets into a specific Situation and you Know the exact scrimblo whumpy thing that will happen afterwards and you’re all excited about it

oh they got kidnapped? can’t wait for the montage of them bound and gagged that will come after this because of course the fuck it will

oh they fell into an icy lake? can’t wait for the montage of them wrapped in blankets later

oh they crawled out of a burning house, having inhaled a fuckton of smoke? can’t wait for the montage of them strapped to an ambulance gurney with an oxygen mask

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Injured and scared whumpee who has to be held down and blindfolded while receiving medical treatment, and after a while they stop thrashing around, quietly shivering instead..

When caretaker gently takes off their blindfold, the whumpee's eyes are still locked shut.

They try to comfort them, but whumpee just flinches at the touch.

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Caretaker held A’s hand back at they were about to shake whumpee awake.

“Let them rest,” Caretaker whispered, not even looking up at A. They just continued to softly gaze at whumpee’s sleeping form, swaddled up in blankets.

A furrowed their eyebrows and shook their head, “but we need whumpee right now—”

“And whumpee needs rest right now. You can wake whumpee up later. But for now? Let them sleep,” Caretaker cut A off, their voice slightly firmer. They then looked up at A with an unreadable expression on their face, “I’m sure you guys can handle a day or two without whumpee.”

A didn’t respond to Caretaker, they just stared down at them with an annoyed expression before letting out a scoff and walking out of the room. Caretaker sighed and looked back down at whumpee’s sleeping form, carefully brushed some hair out of their face.

“Some days I really do wonder how you manage all this…” Caretaker murmured, their expression growing concerned.

One day or another, caretaker is most certainly going to have a…talk with the others about how reliant they are on Whumpee.

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@silvercap oh my GOD, if you draw it and post it online, PLEASE tag me 🙏 I’d love to see it

here’s your reminder to keep your captive whumpees in the bathroom, on the ground, handcuffed to the sink pipe <3

(bonus points for silver duct tape over their mouth)

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here’s your reminder to keep your captive whumpees in the bathroom, on the ground, handcuffed to the sink pipe <3

(bonus points for silver duct tape over their mouth)

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“I’m going to tie you up now,” the villain says, inspecting the blindfold and earplugs on the table, “which do you want to be without tonight, sound or sight?”

They pause as if waiting for an answer, expectant expression fading into a cruel smile as they run a finger over [X]’s gag. “Oh, right. Both it is, then.”

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First sights

Caretaker walking into Whumpee’s hospital room in the ICU. It’s the first time they’ve seen them since they went into surgery and the sight is a shock. Whumpee’s face is puffy and bruised, they’re on a ventilator and hooked up to inumerable tubes and wires, and each of their limbs is propped up by pillows and in splints. A blanket neatly covers their small form. They look so much worse than during the rescue, somehow.

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When the others don't understand just how bad it is until they see the gruff one being so very careful and gentle with the whumpee

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ohhh we love a good “forced to torture your friend while undercover as a bad guy” don’t we

like. when you meet their eyes and you both know you have to do it and you have to do it well

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oughgh escaped whumpees having to cut the tracking devices out of each other

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drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...

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oh my fucking god YES

I can’t hear you.

(tw: bound, cutting, gagged)

“Really, just say the word and I’ll stop.”

Whumpee writhed against the ropes, the edges of the wooden chair already bruising their wrists. They tried again to beg, to plead, to scream. Anything. But the cloth in their mouth snatched all sound into a gargling hum.

“No?” Whumper smiled, tracing the tip of the knife along Whumpee’s collarbone. “You really think you can take more? Such a brave little thing.”

Whumpee glared at Whumper, their tears burning and blurring their vision. So much blood. Too much. They focused all their energy on not falling into a panic.

They tried again, but only soft grunting escaped the gag.

“You’re so cute when you try. Here, maybe I can help you make some noise.” Whumper twisted their fingers into Whumpee’s hair, forcing them to make eye contact, then drove the knife down into Whumpee’s thigh. A scream ripped up their raw throat only to get lost in the gag. Warm tears finally spilled down their cheeks as they screwed their eyes shut.

“Beautiful. I could almost hear you that time,” Whumper cooed, relaxing their grip on Whumpee’s hair and smoothing it back into place. “But I think you can do better than that. Let’s try again.”

No. No please. Please stop. Please. Don’t. No words came out. Whumpee barely choked back a sob before screaming into the gag again as Whumper twisted the knife deep into their flesh.

Whumper grinned, eyes shining as they neatly slid the knife out and wiped it against Whumpee’s jeans, leaving streaks of dark blood. Whumpee sagged in the chair at the sharp relief.

“I promise, I’ll stop as soon as you want, just say the word. Say anything at all.” They hooked a finger under Whumpee’s chin and gently tipped it up until Whumpee, too tired to fight anymore, held eye contact - pleading with their eyes.

“Really, I’d stop if you asked, but it looks like you’re enjoying this too much. Don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything. I can do this all night.”