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the hottest thing a guy can be is barely conscious on the floor while someone lifts his head up by the hair so that you can see his glazed out eyes and the blood running down his face

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Guy who never feels like his problems are “bad enough” to be taken seriously: what if I hurt the character so horrifically that everyone around them could not possibly deny the severity of their pain even if the character themself tries to downplay it.
when an already injured character gets tossed like a ragdoll into their buddy by some violent force/explosion/magic/collision (pick your poison) and they both go down hard. the shredded and bruised elbows and knees don’t matter, nothing else matters because they have their friend back… except their friend hasn’t moved or talked or made a sound, limp in their arms. so they roll them over in their lap and sure enough they’re passed the fuck out. hey. no, no, no, no. the pleading spills out of them as their hands scurry over the slack planes of their friend’s face, but no matter how much they shake them, or call their name, they remain ashen and bloody, their breathing shaky and stuttering, there but barely, dead to the world for now. stay with me. they pull them close. please stay with me.
vampire whumpee is taken into captivity, bound and starved of blood by whumper for days, maybe weeks on end. the hunger drives them so mad that by the time someone arrives and frees them, they can't hold back from attacking the closest warm object - which happens to be caretaker/ rescuer.
whumpee manages to stop drinking early enough to leave rescuer alive, and they both escape and recover physically. however, whumpee is wracked with guilt, disgusted and horrified with themself. they can't even look rescuer in the eye. they can't bring themself to look at the lingering fear in their gaze, even if rescuer tries to tell them it wasn't their fault or they weren't in their right mind. whumper was right; they really are a monster.
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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drifting in and out of consciousness throughout a journey, blinking eyes open and shut to fragmented sights of familiar scenery, wincing at bumps in the road or starts and stops as they go. someone's steadying them, maybe, putting a guarding hand to hold them upright ahead of them on a horse or next to them in a wagon or car seat. sun glinting in their eyes, perhaps, or streetlamps flickering past, faint beyond their closed eyelids. almost home now.
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Fic: Radio Silence Ch.1 (Fan Joy July Day 3)
Ace, I always enjoy reading your fics! And it seems like it's been a long time since I drew fanart from your fic. For this Fan Joy July, I read your fics again and I immediately "caught" the picture of this fic, I like the tense atmosphere you wrote about.
Thank you for sharing your great work! I always support you!
If you're on vacation, I hope you have fun there! :D
Pressure🏹
Sketch 3 of 5 for a Sweet Anon who requested Time taking care of one of the boys!
Ok, so, I was immediately inspired and wrote this last night <3 I hope you don’t mind a short fic to go along with this fantastic piece
The ground disappeared from beneath him, and Four felt his stomach roll as his body was forcibly moved, cradled against another’s body. He couldn’t hold back a groan as pain shot through his gut, whiting out the edges of what little sense of awareness he had left. Something had gone horribly wrong.
Shining silver and golden armor took up most of his vision, and Four recognized his own shield being held up by a strong and steady hand. After a moment, he finally took notice of the person’s face, staring down at him with a single eye shining in worry. It flickered across his face and down at his abdomen, and it took Four far too long to get his brain and tongue to work in tandem.
“Time?”
The older hero let out a short breath of relief. “You’ll be alright,” Time was quick to assure him. Perhaps a little too quick. “I’ve got you, just hold on.”
That was a tall order to give, considering Four felt as though his very being was unravelling thread by thread. Something was slipping through his fingers, both figuratively and literally. When he’d fallen, the arrow had been knocked in place and torn a gash in his abdomen. The arrowhead did nothing to stop the blood flowing from the wound, and his hand held against it did nothing to help stop it.
Time swore, face contorting into a near snarl as the arrows continued to pound against his shield. Four may have heard one or two ping against his armor, but he could hardly tell one sense from the next. Time jostled him slightly, the movement bringing the pain back to the forefront of his mind. “Listen to me!” It took all of his energy just to force himself to focus on Time. “I need you to put pressure on that, smithy!”
“I…” Four tried to flex his fingers, to press down, to do something, but his body wouldn’t listen. His control was already slipping away, awareness beginning to dull despite the urgency of the situation. “Time,” he breathed, taking a moment to process the man’s hardened expression turning back to him. “Time, I can’t—”
“None of that.” His voice was low. It rumbled like thunder, warning of a storm brewing deep from within. It drew him back ever so slightly from where he’d slipped further than he thought, and Four found enough focus to meet his gaze fully. “None of that! You will survive this.”
Another arrow struck against his shield, breaking through the wood. The arrowhead poked through a mere inch from Time’s hand. The old man readjusted his position, cradling him closer to his body, and the shield was blocked from Four’s view. “Look at me.”
Four tried. He really did. But the heaviness in his limbs and the growing static in his mind was winning. Time’s face blurred out of clarity even as his words rose in volume. His strength gave out, head lolling to the side to stare blankly away from Time and away from the battlefield. He could barely feel Time’s grip on him as he was tucked even closer against him, and the echoes of Time’s calls for backup followed him as he began to drift away.
OH MY GOSH THIS IS SOOOO GOOOOOOOD!!!!!!
What in the world, I can't believe how great this was, what an honor to have inspired this😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️
THANK YOU ZEE
Don't you just love it when stoic/hardworking whumpees pretend that everything's fine when they're sick because they don't want to let go of the facade they've created for themselves... only to wake up on the floor surrounded by the very people they didn't want to worry, having just passed out from the very high fever they're running?

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me and my friend are going absolutely feral for the team leader battle aftermath story. it’s so, so, sooooo beautifully written. the emotions and imagery are outstanding. I am completely immersed! we’re both dying for more. and tysm for writing and posting <3
Aw, thanks sm <3 This is the last one lol hope you and your friend enjoy!
Collapse Aftermath - Leader Whump
He tried to stay upright. He really did, but the second Leader's knees buckled any effort to grip onto composure was lost.
"Whoa, hey-"
A quiet groan was the most objection Leader managed at the arms locking around him, flaring the wound in his side.
Colourful exclamations of panic from his teammate morphed into something distant as he slumped against the other, short breaths the only thing to be heard above the heavy heartbeat- not his own, thudding against his ear.
Heavy limbs of no use to him, Leader could only shudder as Teammate lowered him to the floor, the painstaking care doing nothing for the torn skin that screamed in protest until the ceiling above finally flooded his vision.
"...ear me?"
His eyelids drooped beneath the harsh fluorescent tubes glaring down, a distinct chill settling around him as his head lulled to the side.
"Shit, shit! Hey- Can you hear me?"
Leader mustered some vague groan, frantic tapping against his cheek tugging back on his thread of consciousness. He failed to bite back his half-strangled cry, no warning coming before the firm pressure pushed into his side.
"Fuck! Why didn't you say something?" Teammate's wide eyes flickered from their captain's wound to his paling face.
".. 'thought I had it h.. handled," he gritted out, biting back another wince.
"This- this is not handled boss!"
Dark spots blotted the face looming above him in and out of focus, nothing but Leader's choked breaths occupying the space between the pair. "Yeah.." he whispered, eyes threatening to fall closed.
"No, no. Come on Leader, eyes on me," Teammate encouraged, shaky voice accompanied by incessant tapping resuming on the side of Leader's face.
Sluggishly swiping at it only yielded his own hand caught in Teammate's, guided down toward his side.
"Just keep that there, okay?" They carefully laid his palm across the soaked material, drawing a shaky breath. "I'll get help just- just stay there."
Leader's glazed eyes followed Teammate as they scrambled to their feet.
"I'll be right back. Right back," they promised, giving their captain's limp form a final glance before sprinting out the door, rushed footsteps fading down the hallway.
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being aromantic and into whump is like. shoutout to whump for being a great opportunity to engage with stories about intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. what would i do without you.
i truly love seeing both aro and non-aro people reblogging and agreeing with this sentiment. join me, let's appreciate intimacy and vulnerability and powerful emotion and physical interactions with other people and intense relationships that are not presumptively based in romance. i love you whump genre.
I’m being completely normal about this
Homegrown, Organic, Certified “Whumper-Free” Whump
I was going to say “cage-free” up there too but then I realized that’s not always the case…
Anyway. Here’s the thing, folks. It could just be the blogs I happen to follow, but I’ve noted a fairly recent trend of people lumping torture fic in with whump fic, or using the terms interchangeably. Specifically, I’ve seen posts implying that there needs to be a “whumper” character hurting a “whumpee” for a fic to be considered whump (and while this isn’t inherently torture, most of how it’s interpreted as prompts and fics tends to be).
I just wanted to set the record straight. There is no need whatsoever for one character to purposefully/personally hurt another character in whump. That’s just limited thinking. Heck, the only thing “required” for a whump fic is a situation in which one character accepts their vulnerability in a situation (and, arguably, overcomes it with or without help), which usually involves an injury or illness. *Old man voice* back in my day, “whumper” was a term exclusively used for a person who enjoyed consuming/creating whump content.
Can torture be a part of the injury or the cause of the vulnerability? Sure! Is is required? Absolutely not! In fact, I’d argue that torture is only a very small segment of the whump world, and similarly, the presence of torture does not a inherently a whump fic make. (Straight up non-whump torture fic exists, and that’s fine to use/enjoy as it’s own tag/separate category!)
So, what other situations can you use to create whump without using a “whumper” or torture?
Accidental
Falls- tumbling off a cliff and breaking a bone
Burns- saving another character from a fire and ending up with their own injuries
Bites/stings- sticking their hand somewhere to accomplish a mission, ending up envenomated
Poison- accidentally eating something not meant for eating/surviving an assassination attempt
Friendly fire- character ends up accidentally shooting his friend
Lost- hungry, tired, cut off from all communication or resources
Environmental
Storms- whumpee gets hit with flying debris
Floods- whumpee gets swept away from friends and injured
Lightning- whumpee gets struck by lightning
Cold- falling into an icy lake or being stranded in the cold with no way to warm up
Heat- dehydration, heatstroke, hyponatremia from needing to do hard work in the heat
Collapsed building- getting trapped when a building collapses
Low-resource setting- something that would be perfectly treatable is now possibly deadly due to not having the right equipment/medication
Violent
Active shooter- whumpee catches a stray bullet and has to wait for the building to be cleared to get help
Bombing- getting caught up in a blast, losing hearing or vision, catching shrapnel
War- high stress, bullets, bombs, desperate people, getting trapped behind enemy lines without help
Bank hostage situation- busman’s holiday-type situation where the whumpee just happens to end up trapped and needing rescue without being the target- possibly injured, ill, or slated to be killed
Emotional
Fear- specific phobia or just plain situational fear
Another characters death- mourning, grief, disbelief
Mental illness- specifically ones that mess with the ability to regulate emotion
Trauma- acute or PTSD
Guys getting hurt dot com
guys getting hurt dot com slash careers

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requests you say? I will take this opportunity to request a sleepy or injured Four >:D
Could I interest you in a sleepy AND injured Four? >:3
Thank you Anon!💙
Could you possibly do Legend and Warriors, whump? I love making those two suffer for some reason. (Your art is amazing, and I love it!)
awwweee!! Thank you @insane-twilight-fan and Anon for these requests💙💙 I friggen loooove this duo, especially if it's Legend getting whumped >:3
CW! Blood/coughing up blood