choking on blood is top tier

CCR/REMAKE

Painful Starter Sentences

Bathwater stained a cloudy red. Flakes of dried blood floating on the surface with the soap. A smeared handprint on the edge of the tub. Droplets dotting the bath rug. Pinkish smudges on the towels. And still Whumpee can’t get all of it off

yywarmup

I can’t escape the past

“I didn’t even realize my arm was missing at first. My whole side felt warm, I thought my ribs were broken, or at least bruised - and I felt horribly off balance, like something was constantly pulling me to the left. Just without dizziness, the kind of dizziness I had gotten used to. Mind you, there’re quite a few things that went for humans’ and near-humans’ eardrums first just to disable them, because it’s one of our greatest weaknesses. Honestly, there was no pain at all. It was like my body refused to realize what had happened - I even tried to pick up one of the blades with my right hand twice, and I could feel the movement, I could feel what it should have felt like to take the blade’s hilt, how heavy it should have been in my hand, but there was nothing. Everything from my shoulder down was simply gone. I must’ve passed out from blood loss at some point, but the pain only started after the Druids had me strapped to their goddamn dissection table.” I’m not even sorry you guys. But I should probably stop writing shit. :D 

Good trope that never ever gets old

Character has a really bad coughing fit and when they finally catch their breath they pull their hand away and there's blood on it and I'm not doing this explanation justice but ugh just the way their eyes widen with the realization that oh shit this is really bad. Even better if they decide then that their friend/partner whathaveyou must never know about this which ofc leads to angst because the sick/hurt one physically feels like shit as their condition get worse and worse, and then there's the emotional angst that happens when they eventually hit their limit and can't hide it anymore and the other character(s) find out

Basic bitch whump dialogue that still slaps: A soft, startled voice whispering, “You’re bleeding.”

Bloody Trail

The whumpee can barely stand, clutching the bleeding wound on their stomach with a shaking hand. The other leaves bloody handprints on the wall as they desperately try to push themself up, to not collapse and never get up again. Quiet groans escape them, pain radiating throughout their body, but they can’t give up. They just need to drag themself a little further, to reach the medical supplies they always keep in their cupboard. Then they can begin to patch themself up, however painful that process might be. 

Recovery.

I totally changed directions with this.  And then I messed up some layers.  BUT we forged on anyway, huzzah.

i love the moment when the whumpee takes a turn for the worse

Coughing Tho

Delicate, little coughs that barely mean anything - like coughing because of a cold drink or snack.

Lung infections and all the damage they cause; hacking coughs that tear through the lung muscles, cause spasms, and steal all breath clean away.

Coughing up phlegm, coughing up blood.

Stifling coughs, a process which strangles the lungs and throat, filling up your chest like a balloon until it pops, and the coughs explode through a mouth that’s been ripped open by the sheer force of it all.

Coughing so hard it triggers your gag reflex a little bit. Coughing so hard you need a lean back and take deep, shallow breaths until there’s nothing in your line of sight but static and stars.

when the whumpee is so injured/close to death they can’t talk properly

- by @ab5ter

You can say we are doing some sort of collaboration here - I had an idea about Shiro having such hard panic attack, he tries to get rid of his Galra prosthetic (you can find it somewhere on my blog). Today I was so pumped up, I decided to draw it and did it on a stream, then Ab joined the bandwagon and decided to write the fanfiction.

Done entirely digitally with mouse only!

Please, do not repost, thank you!

Whump Prompt #374

Submitted by @woman-of-clay - thanks!

A has a fever and their group they were travelling with has to help bring it down. A conceals their sickness and collapses in battle. Seeing there is no hospitals ( or bathtubs) they have to clean them up in the river. Scars cover A’s back, someone in the group is squeemish and has to be taken away. Also during the battle A was caught with a blade and or receives blood on their clothes. Either way, bathed in a river or private grove and being cradled to someone’s chest while someone else cleans their wounds, clothes, etc.

He's not sure how much time has passed when he opens his eyes. The last thing he remembers is pain, and bloodーlots of itーand feeling so very cold...

How did he get here?

Where even is here?

Ambient noise he can't bother to make out. A throbbing in his head. His limbs are heavy with exhaustion, but he forces himself to try and sit up to get a look andー

Blood, so much blood, just like before. Someone is leaning over the injury, attempting to deal with the worst of it, and that's all he has time to take in before agony overwhelms his senses.

He can't bite back his cry, squeezing his eyes shut and hissing out a breath through gritted teeth. Voices are calling his name, panicked. Hands are on his shoulders, his chest, urging him back down. He tries to resist, but between the onslaught of pain and the fatigue, it's a lost battle.

He's lying on his back now. Sweat is beading on his skin. His wound throbs. His head is pounding. His whole body aches. Breathing hurts. There's a hand running tenderly though his hair that makes all the sensations slightly more bearable.

The light burns when he opens his eyes again, but he pushes through it, straining to get his bearings. He hardly has the energy to lift his head to see what they're doing to him, and when he tries, fingers caress his cheek and directs his gaze away.

"Hey. Look at me. You're gonna be fine."

He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. He licks his lips, swallows, and tries again. "...what...?" His voice comes out hoarse. His throat is dry. He can hardly even speak. He doesn't know what he's trying to ask, what happened or what they're doing to him, but the caretaker only shushes him.

"Everything's alright. You're gonna be just fine."

He wants to argue, to ask what if it's not, but that hand keeps carding through his hair, so soft and gentle, making him feel almost as if he could really believe...

"You're safe."

The darkness is closing in again. There's a part of him deep down that's scared of it, that wants to fight it, but he knows there's no use. Even as another stab of pain hits him, making him whimper out, he feels so cared for in this moment that he can't help but sink into the blissful comfort.

"Rest," the caretaker urges, their voice as soothing as their touch. He's tired. So tired... He doesn't even posses the strength to nod, can only let his eyes flutter shut as sleep takes him once more.