Like when your Whumper needs to get his Whumpee to a… secondary location.
Perhaps cuffed to the door.
Whumper humming/singing along to the radio as they drive
Leather gloves on the gear stick
Leather gloves on the steering wheel, a finger lightly tapping it
Whumper doing that arm over the back of the seat thing when he puts the car in reverse
Whumper trying to make small talk, either failing spectacularly or they just can’t shut the hell up
Whumper casting glances in the mirror
Adjusting the mirror so he can make direct eyecontact
Whumpee lying across the seats, their hands behind their back
Two 👏 Whumpers 👏 gloating, casting taunting glances and smirks back
There’s the classic of course, Whumpee getting into their car, adjusting the mirror and suddenly seeing Whumper in the backseat
“Drive.”
Or maybe Whumpee is greeted with a knife to the throat
Back 👏 seat 👏 driving 👏 (bonus points if Whumpee’s grinding their teeth and is seriously considering driving into a tree)
How about Whumper in the front seat?
Maybe some unwanted contact, a (gloved?) hand on their knee, or on Whumpee’s hand as they shift gears
I mean, that’s it really. Put your Whumpee in the trunk. Cuff ‘em, gag ‘em, put ‘em in the trunk.
Driving in the opposite lane with a truck approaching and refusing to changes lanes until Whumpee obeys
Uhhh heres a weird little drabble for the first one fjjdjsje
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It was the first time I'd ever seen him sit still.
Always in a rush, he is. A constant blur of arms and legs. A flurry of movement.
He wouldn't stop jabbering in the car.
It's like he said every word that went through his brain.
I couldn't get a word in, not that I tried.
And the waiting.
Either his leg was bouncing at 1000 miles per hour or he was pacing back and forth as if he was being persued. Every so often he'd get up to go pester the nurse again before sulking back to his seat when there was no new information.
When we were finally called, he practically leaped out of the chair. He interrogated the nurse on the way to the room, walking at a pace that was clearly hard for her to keep up with. Impossibly long strides and darting eyes, he was.
And that's when we arrived at the room.
And that's when he saw you.
And he froze.
Then, gingerly, he made his way over to your bed, sitting softly in the seat adjacent.
He hadn't taken his eyes off you, I'm not entirely sure he'd even blinked since seeing you.
He hesitantly reached a hand out but halted an inch away, as if you might crumble at the slightest touch.
He looked to me, stuttering out "Can,,, Can I,,,??"
Just as soon as I had nodded, he had carefully taken your hand, pulling it a little closer to himself.
And honestly, I couldn't blame him for his caution.
There, laying dead to the world on that hospital bed, you seemed so small. So fragile. So helpless.
The nurses had done a good job of cleaning you up but the dark bruises on your skin were impossible to ignore. The stark white bandages seemed as if they might be the only thing holding you together. The careful stitches didn’t do much to hide the bright red lines.
The inherent feeling of just how wrong this felt, seeing you injured and unconscious when you should be happy and healthy. How you should be at home right now, playing some kind of game with the others when instead you were here in this hospital.
And so he sat still.
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First time I’ve ever posted something like this on here lmao hope it was alright
I’m such a sucker for the Chaotic character going all soft for their injured friend and also the Coolheaded Wise character going batshit crazy for their injured chaos friend.
That’s some good shit.
Submitted by Anon - thanks!
There’s a huge misunderstanding and character B ends up hurting character A out of anger for something it turns out they didn’t actually do. B’s guilt when the truth is revealed is immeasurable.
One of my favourite rare/underused whump tropes??
Locked in a freezer.
Especially those kind of ice chests?? Like freezer boxes?? Only just big enough for someone to fit in, not much room to move at all.
Someone beaten and shoved into one of those. The bad guy either locks it or shoves something heavy on top. Our character jolts their back into the lid, realising with horror that it won’t budge. Maybe they’re manhandled in, bound and gagged, praying for their friends to find them.
Or one of those walk in freezers in stock rooms?? Our character is moving some boxes around when whatever’s propping the door open shifts and the door swings closed, locked. Or perhaps our character is fighting our bad guy, who shoves them in and locks the door, making eye contact through the little window before leaving. Or maybe our characters friend or co-worker closes the automatically locking door, without realising someones in there.
Maybe I’ll go on about it another time but I think the concept is pretty niche, I never really see it
First step right now, since it is early, is probably as simple as going HERE
https://foxportal.secure.force.com/feedback/
And telling them personally you want more PSon and even why you do if you have time (the more you write the better, but something is better than nothing at all!) The more people who do this the better chance at them seeing and noticing. It only takes about a minute and I’ve already done it. @ing FoxTV on Twitter will not reach the people who actually make these choices, but do that, too, as long as you also do the feedback form. The goal is to get them to notice their fans want it renewed, to make us unable to be ignored. Honestly, the goal is to annoy them enough they just get pissed and say FINE ALRIGHT HERE, like, that’s how shows get saved lmao, showing we’re dedicated and won’t stand for it being canceled before its time. THIS IS TRUE AFTER SHOWS HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN CANCELED BUT I DONT MEAN THIS IN AN ACTUAL HARASSMENT WAY, RIGHT NOW IS THE TIME FOR POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT OF JUST REMINDING THEM WE LOVE THE SHOW, DO NOT TAKE THIS AS ME MEANING “GO PISS THEM OFF WITH 500000 TWEETS FROM ONE PERSON SAYING “RENEW OR ELSE” PLEASE!! NONE OF THIS IS OFFICIAL, SOURCES AND A MORE COHERENT POST ARE IN THE REBLOGS!!
IF THE FORM ERRORS, it did not go through. If it works you’ll get a “We may not respond personally to everyone, but thank you…” message. Copy your message before submitting to make sure you don’t have to rewrite it for your own sake lol.
The viewership is down an entire million from 3.3 at the S1 finale to 2.3 for both eps 1&2, and it’s likely the competing it with This Is Us (and on 1/19, NCIS). FOX already has 6 new pilots for the fall season, and PSon is their LOWEST RATED SHOW. It’s already being predicted as “most likely to be canceled” by people who do/count up TV Ratings and predict these things.
FOX likely will make their official decision in May (though it’s possible earlier) so the important thing is we start doing this kind of stuff now before it’s too late. That way even if it is canceled still, the show will have a better chance at getting picked up somewhere else knowing how many people like it and fight for it and will watch it.
Please reblog this. Please let people know. If you are or know a Neilson family try to get them to watch live and not delayed (DVR) or Hulu as those count but not seemingly as much. I don’t want this show ending after a cut-short season like it isn’t even worth a proper chance to be better.
It has been done before, even on the FOX channel, but the fanbase is literally entirely on the line for saving it. And I know a lot of people really love this show and the characters, and I have a really good feeling what could happen if everyone gets together to save it.
JDJDJEJW You didn’t have to come for me like that
do you imagine yourself as the whumpee when you read whump fiction or are you okay?
It is an instinctive reaction - for survival, to protect the weakest organs, but also for safety, that childish belief that burying your head in your knees will make you safe.
It won’t.
In the middle of a beating, giving up on fighting and curling up into a ball in panic and waiting it out.
As a response to pain, withdrawing from the situation, and curling up until they can breathe again, until the pain is no longer overwhelming.
As a fearful flinch, drawing back and curling away - from either the enemy or from a friend, memory writing over the present.
As a coping mechanism, curling to get away from the situation, to block it out, until the only thing they can hear is their own heartbeat.
“I’m sorry, what do you mean kind-of stabbed?!”
Whumpee played with their fingers anxiously, trying to get the strength to go to Caretaker.
They kept thinking about it. Almost a week ago, the nightmares had them up and screaming. Caretaker had come in, pulling Whumpee to their chest and carding their fingers through their hair, singing them to sleep.
That was some of the best sleep they’d had in a while. The reoccurring nightmares made them crave every single feeling of that night again.
They just wanted to have a peaceful night of sleep.
“Alright Whumpee, I’m heading to bed, you need anything?”
Whumpee was knocked out of their stupor, trying to catch up with what Caretaker said. “W- I’m sorry, what?”
Caretaker gave them a friendly smile. “I asked if you needed anything?” They then came closer, resting their hands on top of Whumpee’s fidgeting fingers. “Is everything alright?”
They opened their mouth, trying to form the words. The worst thing they could say was no, right? It really isn’t, a little voice in their head told them.
“Uh, can...” Whumpee couldn’t bring themself to ask. “Never mind, never mind, sorry to bother you Caretaker. Goodnight.”
Caretaker gently grabbed their arm as they turned. “Hey, what is it? You can ask me anything.”
“Uh, well-“ they took a deep breath. “CanIlaywithyoutonight?”
“Um... a little slower?”
Whumpee swallowed harshly. Then, in a voice no higher then a mumble, they spoke: “my, er, my nightmares are getting really bad. Can- can I lay with you?” Frantically, they added. “It doesn’t even have to be all night, it can be for like, twenty minutes, or you can just say no, it’s-“
They were cut off by Caretaker gently cupping their face. “Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”
Whumpee tried to blink back their tears. “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”
“You could never.” They then grabbed Whumpee’s hand. “You must be tired, come along.” They pulled them into the room, closing the door and turning off the light.
They crawled into the bed, Caretaker holding them in a spooning position, one hand in their hair and the other wrapped around their torso.
Their fingers fan gently through the locks of hair, making Whumpee melt in their fingertips.
“Goodnight Whumpee. I love you.”
The exhaustion of the last few nights quickly caught up to them, making Whumpee’s eyelids heavy. “I love you too.” They were out moments after.
it’s the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century.
you can only reblog this today.
Thanks for the tag @whumper-boi
Heres a vague representation of me aha
Tagging((no obligation)): @spookyboywhump @lave-whump @whumpsorbetism @appalachianapologies @5000angryspiders @lektric-whump and anyone else who wants to! :))
I started procrastinating again and found this adorable picrew! So here’s a new tag chain!
Here’s me!!!
Tagging: @rat-father @milk-carton-whump @twistedcaretaker @kai-kai-kinnie @lektric-whump @whump-me-all-night-long and anyone else that wants to participate!!
Hello, I’m Tobias! General trigger warning for the blog, more specific warnings in tags
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