#just whumpy things

GM: "Okay, your character takes 7 slashing damage, and---"

Player 1: "Ooh, ooh! Can I hide the injury from the other party members until it gets infected, forcing me to open up and be vulnerable around them?"

GM: "Oh, of course! Actually, just to make it whumpier, let's have it do 14 slash damage."

Player 1: "Yay! I clutch the wound and stifle a groan as I stumble forward, desperately gripping my sword."

Player 2: "Hehe, I really want my character to be there when yours collapses from the pain. It's gonna be so good..."

Player 3: "I'll be the tough caretaker who acts like they don't care at first but slowly reveals that they actually do! They'll be so devastated when they find out they let their friend get hurt, the guilt will eat them alive. <3"

Player 4, the only one who doesn't know what whump is: "Um, guys? I think the dragon is still, um... It's still wrecking the village. Maybe we should---"

I am a huge slut for watching shoulders during whump scenes. Do the whumpee's shoulders twist while their hands are cuffed behind them? Does the whumpee try desperately to stay calm, but their shoulders move with their trembling breaths and give them away? When they're captured, do their shoulders slump as they realize there's no escape? Do they tense their shoulder muscles when the whumper wheels out a cart full of torture instruments? Do they hold their shoulders in an unusual position to try and keep pressure off a battered ribcage? Does the whumpee square their shoulders, trying to make themself look bigger, in the vain hope of somehow intimidating the whumper?

Eventually they get to work. They find out where whumper is hanging out and make their way in that direction. As they're passing through a dark corridor they're suddenly grabbed from behind, a sharp pain ripping through them at the same time.

"Well, well.. I guess you managed to find me, huh?" Whumper hisses into their ear quietly as they continue pressing the knife into whumpee's torso.

All they can do is let out a strangled groan before whumper rapidly pulls the knife away causing them to collapse, slumped against the wall.

"Stop looking into matters that don't concern you. Next time I won't be so kind." Whumper sneers down at them before storming away.

Whumpee clutches their side, slumped in the corner on the floor. They hiss in pain before realizing that they have to get out of this mess before they jeopardize their entire mission.

They shakily come to a standing position, relying on the wall for support with one hand as their other applies pressure to the wound. They check over themselves, and realize that if they hid under the coat they had on, they could hide the injury as they escaped the party.

They button the front of their overcoat, concealing the dark splotch of blood on their shirt. After grimacing through another wave of pain, they take a deep breath before walking with purpose back towards the exit.

They manage to reach the lobby, exit in sight, before hearing their name called from behind them.

"Whumpee, hey! Where are you heading?" The old friend they had been chatting with earlier was headed their direction.

Shit.

Whumpee spins around, trying to conceal that anything is wrong.

"Oh hey! I was just headed home," They begin to explain. "I'm just super tired.." Whumpee chuckles nervously.

The old friend frowns disappointedly, "Aw man, but its been forever! I was hoping we could hang out some more?"

Whumpee smiles sadly, truly appreciating the offer. "I'd love to, but-" they're cut off by their excited friend before they can finish.

"Then stay! Please? I have to tell you about the missions I've been on lately, and then show you this-" They excitedly begin a run-on sentence, obviously a little intoxicated judging by their speaking volume alone.

Whumpee goes on autopilot, the sharp pain in their side becoming an intense throbbing sensation instead that seemed to sink into their bones. They nod and smile as they listen to their friend go on about the crazy assignment they had just returned from. They were beginning to feel faint.

"...-Have the time?" Whumpee comes back to the present, having drifted into thought. Friend is staring down at them expectantly, still grinning.

"What?" Whumpee blinks at them dumbly, no longer able to think cohesive thoughts.

Friend furrows their brow in concern at their out of place confusion. "Do you... Have the time..?" they repeat.

"Oh," Whumpee shakes their head slightly with a soft chuckle as they unbutton their coat, reaching into their inner pocket for their phone. "Ah, sorry. Like I said I should get going. I'm very tired."

Friend notices their hands trembling as they undo the buttons. "Hey, are you alright? You're shaking really badl-" They cut themselves off abruptly as whumpee rummages around for their phone.

Whumpee glosses over the question as they pull out their phone.

"Yeah, It's like half past.., Uh, w-why are you looking at me like that?" Whumpee finally looks back up at their friend, who's expression had gone serious and their eyes wide.

"You're hurt. Badly." Friend mutters in a low voice, fear evident.

Whumpee stood with phone in hand and coat unfastened, revealing the dark blood stain that had spread across the front of their shirt, doubling in size since they had last seen it.

Whumpee realizes their mistake, quickly looking away as they attempt to button their coat again. They try to keep breathing through the constant pain as the sound of their friend's concerned voice becomes more distant.

Also me: Imma make em suffer.

Or like, see a character in a dangerous or risky situation and go “but what if they got hurt here? What if this super important thing they had to do, they had to do while they were sick?”