he just looks so torture-able . like it would be a disservice NOT to torture him.. . he WANTS to be tortured

We all love injuring our blorbos, but I think the added risk of sepsis makes it even better. They get really hurt in an unclean environment like a forest or swamp or prison, and when they're found days later, their wounds are severely infected and they're running a dangerously high fever. Time is crucial and every second counts as they're rushed back and taken to the hospital/medic, their team worried that they might lose them.

sometimes I think I'm in a writing groove and then I type "his ribs feel like bones" and rethink my existence for several minutes

other times I think I should never be allowed near a keyboard before typing "even his pulse is trying to kill him" and instantly achieving transcendence

Obsessing over the idea of whumper having a partner, the sniper.

Whumper chasing an escaping whumpee, whumpee thinking they’re safe when out of nowhere they get shot in the leg/stomach/somewhere that makes it hard to run

The realization of a whumpee that there will always be an unseen enemy at whumpers command, ready to take them down

OR

Whumper being caught and cornered by the police and before they can handcuff whumper, a headshot to one of the officers sends the rest of them into a panic leaving whumper smiling because whumper knows their partner never misses and they’re all fucked now.

Whump March Madness

(for consistency's sake, I left it as 'fainting', but reminder that 'fainting' here means any loss of consciousness)

Alright, that's it, I'm propagandizing. Even if stabbed loses, we can't let it go by such an embarrassing margin!

Screenshot your vote for stabbed, send it to my askbox with a few word whumpy prompt, and I'll doodle it for you.

Creds to @seth-whumps for the propaganda concept!

Whump March Madness

(for consistency's sake, I left it as 'fainting', but reminder that 'fainting' here means any loss of consciousness)

Is there an option for "well dressed"?

Whump enjoyers! Reblog and share what your go-to whumpy fantasy/bedtime scenario/etc. is to daydream about (either your current go-to or your all time fave is good ^^)

While we wait for tomorrow's championship poll, I wanted to make a special post. I was very moved by the dedication of the coughing up blood crew (such a close one!), especially @seth-whumps and the bribery efforts. So in recognition of the coughing up blood fans' passion, here is a special post just for them (and I guess everyone else can enjoy it too ;) ). Third place is nothing to sneeze at (or cough at).

~9-1-1, 3x01

~In From the Cold, 1x07

~NCIS, 2x22

~The Witcher, 1x05

~FUBAR 1x07

I'M SO HONORED IT'S UNBELIEVABLE.

Truly, even though we didn't win, I had the most fun writing little bribery drabbles--I felt like it was the most engaged I'd been with community games like this, and I certainly plan to do this again next year.

In honor of being honored, here's a few more:

Spencer Reid (gifset here) in what I've lovingly dubbed "The Anthrax Episode":

Colin Farrel all gorgeous in Saving Mr Banks (gifset here):

And an NCIS biocontainment classic (gifset here):

Thanks for the shoutout, OP, and for the absolutely wonderful event!!!

a defiant whumpee dragged in front of whumper by henchmen. They're bleeding from their mouth and they lick the blood away before cursing whumper out.

And whumper only smiles. With a wave of their hand, one of the henchmen slaps whumpee across the face, and the other shoves them to their knees.

The message is clear.

Stay down.

They don't get the message

Whumpee tries to stand again, spitting vicious threats. Their knees are watery, threatening to give out on them.

Whumper shakes their head and whispers something to their henchmen.

Whumpee, shaking on their feet, can only watch as Caretaker is dragged-- literally dragged by their shirt collar-- and dropped beside them. Caretaker doesn't move, their breathing a ragged rise and fall. It's some semblance of life, without consciousness.

"Kneel," says Whumper.

Whumpee crashes to the ground, unable to look away from Caretaker. At their damaged hands and closed eyes, dirtied clothes, and matted hair.

Kneeling now?

Good.

"Don't cross me," murmurs Whumper and strokes the top of Whumpee's head, like one pets a stray dog just found.

Whumpee snarls but says nothing.