Bramblestar Wip Using My New Ballpoint Pen!

The whumpee was arrogant and far too confident for their own good, believing themselves to be practically unstoppable, until they crossed the whumper. The whumper had no trouble breaking the whumpee down, making escape a far away dream and giving them more scars than the whumpee could event count. All the while the whumper treated torturing the whumpee like business as usual, after all, they just wanted to see if the whumpee was all talk- and they were.

Characters that get aggressive and snappy when sick or injured. No fevered pleas or soft spoken confessions - just misplaced frustration and cruel comments born out of pain and confusion.

I just had a whump scenario pop in my head.

A Whumpee so badly impaired by a high burning temperature that drinking water from a cup is too hard for them. They can’t sit up, they can’t move, it hurts too much. Caretaker is at a loss of what to do. They were sweating too much from the fever. They needed some hydration somehow. And they had no straws on hand.

As they take a damp washcloth and brush whumpee’s sweaty forehead, it hits them. There’s water on this towel. They get a new fresh washcloth and dampen it with fresh cold water from a water bottle and place it to whumpee’s lips. Whumpee is confused and dazed, to which caretaker says

“Try to bite the towel and drink the water from it.”

Whumpee opens their mouth and bites down, and starts suckling the cold wet towel. They almost looked like a baby animal suckling milk from their mother or from a bottle. Caretaker was relieved that whumpee was finally hydrating properly in a way that they could with what little strength they had.

"You should get some rest."

"You need me more than I need rest."

"-s not going to work. You're wasting your time."

Whumpee grinned their spiteful grin, though sprawled on the ground with several broken bones. Even when bruises were glowing frightening colors in the dim light, and their shirt rather red in contrast to how it used to be, Whumpee was still able to stare with rebel in their eyes. Another round of torture that ended in Whumpee's victory.

Whumper simply looked at Whumpee's smiling face. One, two, three seconds, then they turned around.

Not a moment after the door closed shut, Whumpee's grin faded. They pulled their head back slowly to rest on the floor, but winced as the movement tugged on an old scar. The wounds were screaming pain, but all they could do was close their eyes.

They were tired. So tired. It was getting worse and worse, and the damage was building up as well..

Whumpee did not know how much longer they could hold up.

Whumper's hand came out of nowhere, wrapping deftly around Whumpee's mouth and nose to muffle the sound of their shocked scream. "Hello there Whumpee," Whumpee murmured in their ear. "Fancy seeing you here, I thought for sure Caretaker would have spirited you away to safety by now."

Whumpee thrashed, trying desperately to break Whumper's hold. But Whumper had them securely pressed to his body. They tried not to panic, not to let their fear for themself and also for Caretaker override everything because they had to focus if they were going to get away.

Whumper drew something from the small of his back and before Whumpee could fully process what the item was, Whumper's hand flashed through the air and a searing pain invaded their senses as Whumper's blade pierced their stomach. Whumpee's scream was loud even through Whumper's hold. They doubled over, agony turning their vision red. Whumper slowly let them fall, leaning down to stroke their hair almost lovingly.

"Now, don't die to quickly, I want Caretaker here to see the light leave your eyes."

Military whump prompts

(because Reddit is down and I’m chronically online)

Hearing the whumpee’s screams over the radio as they’re captured, the rest of the team frozen in horror.

• Patch job in the middle of the battlefield, someone pressing down on a wound with their bare hands, whispering, “Stay with me, okay? Just stay.”

• Post-mission debrief, but the whumpee is barely holding it together, swaying on their feet as the adrenaline wears off.

• The whumpee refusing pain meds because they need to “stay sharp,” only to pass out mid-conversation.

• “I don’t leave people behind,” they growl, limping and bleeding but refusing to abandon the unconscious teammate over their shoulder.

• Waking up in a field hospital, disoriented and panicked, pulling out the IV before being restrained by a firm but gentle voice.

• “We’re not going to make it.” “Yes, we are.” Cue one of them doing something reckless to ensure the other gets out alive.

• Cold, soaked to the bone, huddled in a ruined building during a downpour, one of them feverish while the other desperately tries to keep them awake.

• Hiding an injury to avoid being benched, only for it to get worse at the worst possible moment.

• “You don’t understand—I can’t go back. I can’t be discharged.”

• A high-ranking officer demanding a mission debrief while the whumpee is barely conscious, words slurring, bleeding through their uniform.

• A medic struggling to save the whumpee in the back of a jolting vehicle, yelling for the driver to go faster.

• Post-rescue, sitting by the whumpee’s bedside, counting every beep of the heart monitor like a prayer.

Cat art- pencil on paper

Time taken: ~4 hours

Whumpee who is recovering after the whumpTM, but it's not going great. They're so frustrated with themselves, with their caretakers, just with everything. Everyone is so soft and understanding and it bothers them and they want to scream, but they know they should be grateful.

Until Caretaker comes along. Caretaker isn't 'nice' like the others, they don't take bullshit. They're good for Whumpee, but they don't baby them. They treat them like an adult with anatomy, and it's so refreshing for Whumpee.

"You want to stay up, fine. But you will tell me when you can't anymore, because if I have to drag you off the floor we're both in trouble. Understand?"

"Stop whining. What do you need?" (And then they get or do whatever it is without issues or judgement.)

"Want to tell me why you're doing worse today?" -- "No..." -- "Okay."

"Where does it hurt?" -- "It doesn-" -- "Don't give me that, I can see it hurts. Now tell me where."

Caretaker trusts Whumpee to know what they need, and lets them know again and again they won't take this nonsense of hiding their pain. They're practical, and kind, and Whumpee needed that.

TW: GORE, SELF HARM

Don't worry, I'm doing better now!