Whump Blog

lies all the time

insulted snails

had sonny put his pet snail outside

made sonny cry

did something to deserve torture... probably some sort of dick move

thought about killing someone violently

actually almost killed someone violently

gave sonny the silent treatment

forcibly removed someone's phalange using his teeth (without asking permission)

and then lied again

removing your defender badge?!??! i gasped. 

but real talk i agree with everything you say here lmao. especially making sonny cry being the worst offense. that’s literally the first thing that came to my mind. that was messed up…….

i’ve said before i don’t think i would get along with port at all lmao!!! like he always has to be right. he always has to get the last word in. lowkey i feel like he’s power tripping over sonny sometimes (because he doesn’t have power anywhere else in his life). genuinely he’s not a very empathetic person and tends not to consider how his actions/words affect others (and this aspect of his personality is definitely going to be relevant later).

and don’t get me wrong port is generally intelligent and competent and IMO he’s there for sonny in the ways it matters most… but at the same time he can be SUCH a DICK. and he does feel bad about it sometimes but he keeps making the same mistakes over and over!! it’s true he’s not TRYING to be mean it’s just how he is….. and he has gotten the shit kicked out of him plenty so he can still feel justified in it. nobody ever showed HIM kindness after he got hurt.

Caretaker rolled the blanket down to expose whumpee's waist and gently held up their left arm, supporting it at the elbow and wrist. A fresh bruise had spread across their inner forearm overnight, dark purple against pale skin. Caretaker pressed two fingers to the inside of whumpee's wrist, careful not to aggravate the battered skin, searching for a pulse. Their brows furrowed as they readjusted and still heard nothing.

Whumpee didn't open their eyes. Their arm hung heavy and limp in Caretaker's grip. Desperately, they squeezed their palm and whumpee's fingers twitched. Their breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps, lips barely parting with each small effort.

A. They're all restrained/trapped in some way and can't help their friend fight the Big Group, so they're all forced to watch.

(Tw for throat/breathing whump, trapped, life or limb/amputation, character death)

I keep imagining a scenario where Whumpee’s gotten a limb trapped in some kinda magical thorny vines. They’re struggling and writhing and lashing and clawing to get free as the vines keep spreading

They start using their teeth to chew/tear their way out, and it’s painful, but! Kind of working!

But then. A pulse of magic, and crack! They grow *exponentially* fast, the vines ending up growing into their nostrils and throat, or covering their whole face, and just the unrestrained *panic* of being unable to breathe

Bonus points if there’s someone with them, who is trying to help and also panicking more once things go wrong, knowing that them actually *dying* is likely if they don’t get out *right now*, witnessing them struggle and not being able to do anything about it

Alternate scenario:

Similar concept, but there’s a sharp thing nearby, pulse of magic comes before they start biting

As vines get closer to Whumpee’s neck, either Whumpee with an arm still free or another character nearby realize its life or limb now, having to steel themselves to try and hack off that limb for freedom, since the other vines are too thick/magical now to cut through

Can they get themselves to go through with it? Can they stop the bleeding after?

If it’s another character having to do it, seeing Whumpee’s terrified eyes as they pick up the blade aaaa

Or!! Being unable to go through with it, afterwards living with the guilt that they couldn’t get themselves to save them despite being *right there*

(No pressure to respond/add on, this has just been haunting my brain and I needed to share it XD)

Please pick up.

Please—

"Wh-Uh-Hello? What time— Jesus, it's quarter to four in the morning, what do you—"

"Remember that night when we were seventeen, and we stole scotch from my parents' liquor cabinet and got drunk in the woods behind the school, and for a hot minute we were convinced there was a serial killer after us and that we were going to die, but it was just the Johnson twins being little twats, and then we, um, and then we made that pact that if either of us ever needed help—really needed help, like burying a body in the middle of the night kind of help—then the other would be there no matter what? And I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now and I get that, you know, I get that you're still mad. You have every right to be mad. I'm mad at me, too, and I wouldn't be asking for your help if I had any other choice, but I don't, and I—

"I'll bring my shovel."

Caretaker who is so grateful Whumpee is home safe. Who would do absolutely anything for them now that they’re back.

Caretaker who has to check on Whumpee every few minutes, even if they’ve been sleeping for days, just to make sure they’re still okay.

Caretaker who tosses blankets in the dryer just so Whumpee can be extra warm.

Caretaker who finds just as much peace in holding Whumpee’s hand as Whumpee does.

Caretaker who gives hugs that last longer than everyone else’s. Who pulls away teary eyed, because they know just how much Whumpee is hurting.

Caretaker who cries themself after Whumpee falls asleep, exhausted from another breakdown.

Caretaker who combs and untangles Whumpee’s hair so gingerly, careful not to tug too hard or rip out any strands by accident.

CW: Fire, smoke inhalation

“WHUMPEE!”

Caretaker’s voice was raw from screaming, heat beating down on their back at the flames advanced on them, smoke filling their lungs.

“WHUMPEE!”

Come on, come on, please, Whumpee, please— there. A shadow of a figure, slumped against a wall, barely moving, but unmistakeably Whumpee. Caretaker ran forward with a sudden burst of energy, kneeling beside Whumpee’s soot-stained form and desperately feeling for a pulse.

Caretaker’s heart dropped.