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A character who can't go on anymore. They ran as far as they could, then walked, and when they collapsed, they dragged themselves further.

But they're done now. They have nothing left. They're on the ground, breathing harshly, maybe even sobbing in their desperation. They gave all they had.

Was it enough?

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When the whumpee has to steady their breathing in front of the thing that’s chasing them down.

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I'm being so normal (I want to whump a character so bad right now)

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stoic whumpee showing back up at caretaker's months after leaving without reason. there's dried blood on their hands and clothes. as soon as caretaker opens the door, whumpee breaks down into sobs and falls into caretaker, arms wrapping desperately around them

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whumpee who occasionally gives up and just lays there for a few minutes.

maybe they’re safe and just taking a breather, maybe they need a minute before attempting to save themself, maybe they’ve actually given up.

either way, they just lay there and stare at the ceiling. they’re very tired.

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also i'm a big fan of when caretaker says stuff like "easy, easy. you're okay" like they're soothing a wounded horse

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Immortal whumpee's mouth is sewn shut, permanently. It’s not like they need food or water anyway.

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julian’s having a bad day at work, part 1 and part 2

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whumper who only interacts with whumpee telepathically - the whump is never physical, there's no scars, but whumpee has to reckon with the fact that they are no longer safe in their own mind

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i see your 'whumpee is worried about caretaker being mad at them for something they did' and raise you 'caretaker not only forgave them for it ages ago, but forgot about it too.' - "Don't you hate me?" "Why on earth would I hate you?"

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Alternating POVs wherein the missing- lost, captured, trapped- character is absolutely, desolately positive no one's coming to find or rescue them and hopelessly resigned to the fact; meanwhile the other characters are frantically searching for them with increasing desperation and unwavering determination, gone nearly mad with worry and hellbent on finding them.

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Querencia AU - A Bloody Bouquet

This is NOT canon! A Hanahaki au I wrote for someone for Whump Fight, just for fun!

Taglist: @darthsutrich , @inky-whump , @painful-pooch , @pigeonwhumps , @bookworm2107 , @esbee-daisy , @whumplovers-collaborate , @i-eat-worlds

Querencia Masterlist

Contains: lady whump, hanahaki, blood, self-deprecating thoughts, hopeful ending, found family

Liliana’s bouquet grows bigger and more colorful by the day. 

The lilies are first, and she knows immediately who they’re meant for. They look exactly like Nari’s namesake, the one tattooed on the back of her shoulder. The only difference is the blood flecking the petals. 

She really isn’t even surprised. Angry, but not surprised. As many times as she told herself that she couldn’t get attached, couldn’t trust, couldn’t open herself up to be betrayed again…she did it anyway. And this time, it’s not just going to break her heart, it’s going to slowly kill her. 

Nari is an obvious one, she’s the team member who has outright adopted Liliana, given her clothes, taken her shopping, treated her like a friend. 

Jamil, too, has been nothing but friendly and kind since she got here, so it makes sense that lotus flowers come fairly quickly after the lilies. They have so many pretty pink petals that get caught in her throat, choking her, cutting off her air until she’s finally able to cough all of them up into a bloody pile in her hand. Her mind flashes to the lotuses adorning some of Jamil’s belongings. He’d just recently explained to her the cultural significance of the flower. 

She wonders what he’d think to see it being dragged out of her throat. 

For weeks, it remains the same. Lilies and lotuses pile up in the dresser drawer that she crams them into, too afraid of them being spotted to use the trash. Every once in a while, she gathers them up and sneaks out to dump them in the river that runs behind the warehouse. 

Then another flower appears. This one has a long stalk that gags her as it comes up, tiny petals sticking to the roof of her mouth. Gladiolus, a quick internet search tells her. They symbolize strength. 

After being on a team with Alex for game night the day before, she should have seen it coming, she supposes. 

She can feel herself growing weaker as the days go by. Her chest and throat hurt all the time now. The only good news is that she stays hidden away in her room most of the time, anyway, so it’s easy to hide the coughing fits. 

She wonders if they’ll miss her at all when she’s gone, or be glad that they don’t have to take care of her anymore. 

Quinn’s flowers take the longest to appear. She was intimidated by him at first - the solemn, quiet leader of the team. But the longer she’s around, the more she glimpses his softer side. Like the others, he’s starting to feel like a big brother. 

That signals the beginning of the end for Liliana. Four team members mean four times the number of flowers, which means near-constant coughing them up. And the national flower of England, where Quinn is from, is apparently the rose. They’re supposed to be white roses. Half the time, though, they come out completely red. Her throat is continuously being torn to shreds by the thorns, with no time to heal in between bouts of coughing. 

And she can’t tell them. They’re so incredibly nice, they would immediately try to fix everything, to make sure she thought that they cared about her just as much as she does them. 

But it wouldn’t be true. If her own family can’t even love her, then these people she’s only known for a couple of months certainly can’t. 

She can barely draw a full breath anymore. Gathering up the colorful bouquet once again, Liliana stumbles out to the river bank to dispose of the evidence of her foolish attachments, dropping to her knees as another coughing fit overwhelms her. She can’t help but wonder if this is the last trip out here she’ll make. 

Just as she drops the last new lily petal onto the pile, a concerned voice comes from behind her. “Lili…where did all those flowers come from?”

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It's so funny to me that the term "whump" can easily mean anything from "this character has a cold 😦 but here's another character taking care of him 🙂" all the way over to "this character is being viciously tortured to death" and sometimes those two creators are following each other.

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A whumper kidnapping and dragging a whumpee to an abandoned hospital.