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celtic-crossbow · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023

No. 11 Animal trap | No. 19 “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Prison Era

Warnings: Injury (mild descriptions)

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“Watch yer step, I said. Traps ev’rywhere, I said.” Daryl continued to mutter in annoyance under his breath as you reached out to push the thin branches out of the way. Your eyes might be permanently rolled by the time the two of you made it back to the prison.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Daryl!” And you hadn’t. The trap was covered in leaves and sticks, not easily visible especially while you were skirting around another trap you had managed to spot.

When it had snapped shut on your ankle, you could only remember the white hot agony that had taken control of your psyche. After that was a blur. Glimpses of Daryl’s panicked face, his mouth moving with urgency but no sound registering. The trap hitting a tree with enough force to shave off a large patch of bark. Upside down walkers reaching for you with their decaying hands.

You woke up in Daryl’s arms, pressed tightly against his chest in a bridal carry, with him muttering curses and off handed comments about women never listening. Your leg throbbed. Not just your ankle but the entire limb felt swollen and heavy, tendrils of pain with every pulse of your heart.

“I know ya didn’ do it on purpose!” He snapped, his hold tightening so he could jump across a small ditch. Even in his exasperation, he did his best to avoid jostling you or causing you any further discomfort.

“Then why are you mad at me?” You shot back, quickly losing your patience.

“I ain’t mad!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You mumbled, earning a growl that vibrated against you.

“Shut it!”

“So not mad. This is your happy face, right?” You were poking the bear. You knew that, but sometimes that man could be insufferable!

“If ya’d jus’ listen fer five goddamn seconds!”

“I was listening!”

“Then why m’I haulin’ yer lame ass through the woods?”

“I didn’t ask to be carried!”

“Was I jus’ s’posed ta leave ya there fer them walkers then?”

Your hands went to your hair, fingers tangling in the tresses like you were about to start ripping out chunks. “Put me down!” You shouted, past the point of caring whether or not your outburst would attract walkers.

“Stop.”

“Daryl Dixon, put me down!” You gave him a moment to comply before you started throwing yourself around in his hold, nearly knocking him off balance. He lost his grip under your knees, but you were lucky enough to catch your weight on the uninjured foot, gathering your bearings before shoving away from him. “I’ll get myself back.”

“Y/N.” The archer stood back and watched you struggle, one hand instinctively reaching out each time you stumbled. “C’mon, Y/N, don’ be stupid.”

“No!” You pointed a finger at him, finding a twisted satisfaction in seeing him take a step back. “Stupid would be staying here with you while you belittle me for something that was clearly an accident!” A tree helped you remain upright while you looked through the available limbs on the ground. Grabbing one that appeared long and sturdy enough to hold you, you leaned in it. It didn’t allow you to take nearly enough weight off your throbbing ankle but you’d make do. “No, Daryl, I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

“Y/N, le’s jus’ go.”

“Go ahead. Don’t let me stand in your way.” With your trusty walking stick, you began the long trek back to the prison— and made it two agonizing steps before the stick snapped and you were flat on your face in a pile of dirty leaves and twigs. “Fuck!” Your anger ebbed away, morphing into pain and helplessness that left fat tears descending from your eyes.

You could hear the leaves crunching under the archer’s boots as he approached, meaning he wanted you to know he was near. The man could move like a ghost when he wanted. You wiped your eyes and he was kneeling in front of you when you opened them.

“Go away.” You sniffled.

“Y’alrigh’?” He began plucking leaves and twigs from your disheveled hair, ending with his knuckles tracing down your jaw.

“It hurts. Bad.” You sounded like a child but were beyond caring. You just wanted to get back to your cell, crawl onto your thin mattress, and hide under your itchy blanket until the world ended again.

“I know it does.” Daryl checked the surroundings quickly before focusing on you once again. “M’sorry. I was bein’ a dick.”

You nodded. “You were.”

“Y’ain’t stupid neither. Stubborn as a mule but not stupid.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “Ya let me carry ya now?”

“Promise you won’t bitch the entire way back?”

“Promise not ta bitch the entire way. Jus’ most of it.”

You chuckled and shook your head, reaching for his hand. The archer pulled you upright and swept his arm beneath your knees to lift you to his chest. You allowed your head to rest against his shoulder, smiling to yourself.

“Daryl?”

“Hmm?”

“How can I be stubborn as a mule when you’re the only jackass for miles?”

“Tha’s it, yer walkin’ back.”

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bumblingdragon · 6 months

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Whumptober - day 19 - Floral Bouquet

(okay not exactly a "bouquet" but i liked the idea too much)

#whumptober2023 #no.19 #floral bouquet #OC #art #blood #gore #dismemberment #body horror #(does flowers growing out of a persons body count as body horror?)#digital art #my OCs #Terin #look i was lacking in the gore this year i needed to fix that lol #my art

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whump-side · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.” Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” Continuation of day 17, Whumpee finally let Caretaker in ❤

#whumptober2023 #no.19 #floral bouquet #oc #whump art #hospital whump #medical whump #emotional whump #whumptober

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jasmines-library · 6 months

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Needle and thread.

WHUMPTOBER DAY 19. Prompt: “no anaesthesia.” Fandom: Batfamily

Summary: Dick is forced to carry out a life-saving emergency surgery when you are too far away to reach help before it becomes too late.

Warnings: Impalement, blood, gore, stitching, needles.

Word count: 1k (short but sour, I had to do this quickly sorry.)

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER WORKS

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Dick Grayson would never forget your blood curdling scream the moment the rebar punctured your stomach, ripping up skin and muscle as it forced its way through your back.

You had been flung sideways by the villain you had been fighting. The force of his throw has caused you to topple over the side of the scaffolding and sent you plummeting to the ground. Unluckily for you, you happened to land on the scrap metal.

He cried out, cursing as he fought to get to you. It was only supposed to be a simple patrol, but he was outnumbered. Dick fought hard, landing kick after kick and blow after blow with his sticks to reach you. When he landed heavily on his feet beside you, he could already see the puddle of blood below you. It gushed freely from your body. Raw and red and beautiful.

Your mouth was agape, panting against the pain. Your eyebrows upturned behind your mask as your face contorted in agony.

For a moment, he couldn’t move. He was stuck still staring at the blood stained steel. Your muscles clenched around it as you writhed.

“Y/n.” He dropped to his knees beside you when reality hit him like a ton of bricks. “Fuck.”

“Dick…”

His hands hovered over your body; he was too afraid to touch you as if touching you was going to break your fragile body more. He was wide eyed, mind running at a thousand miles a minute. He knew he needed to move you, but the rusty metal bar was the only thing preventing you from bleeding out completely. He had hit the emergency signal on his suit, and he knew help was on the way, but he had no way to gauge how long it would be before they arrived.

“Okay…” he breathed out unsteadily. His hands trembled as they moved around your body, coaxed in your blood. “I have to move you.”

Nodding, you clenched your eyes shut and gritted your teeth. Dick wrapped his hands around yours to haul you off of the bar. You howled, muscles twitching as it was ripped through you again. Your vision blurred as he lay you back down on the ground, applying pressure hard to the wound.

“Come on, Y/n. Just stay with me a little longer. Help is coming.”

“Dick…” you forced out through wet coughs. “You have to do it.”

He shook his head frantically. He hated doing it. It was something that was only supposed to be a last resort. “No. No, I can't do that to you.”

He turned his head, desperate to spot the red and green suits heading his direction, but all he could see for miles were the lights of the city.

“Robin, where are you?” He asked into the coms.

There was a crackle before he replied. “I‘m going as fast as I can, but I’m about 10 minutes out.”

He cursed. You were too far out for him to reach the bat cave and Damian was still too far away. 10 minutes and you would have lost too much blood.

“Do it.” Yo pleased. “Dick. Please.”

He took a deep breath and turned his head away, before pulling out the needle and thread that was kept in the small Medkit you carried in your suit for emergencies. Dick struggled to thread the needle with the way his fingers shook. But after finally sterilising and threading the small tool, he positioned it above the wound. It was still bleeding heavily.

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered as he made the first stitch.

You bucked forwards, contorting at the stabbing against your skin. He tried to be quick, but that did nothing to stop you feeling every stitch as the thread tugged against your skin to close the rift. You had almost blacked out by the time he had rolled you over to stitch up the entry wound. Every second was nothing but torment that seemed to replace the blood you lost.

By the time he had pulled the last stitch closed, you were a whimpering mess. Your face was stained with tears and your hair was a mess. Your whole body felt like one giant bruise; everything ached and your joints felt like a hinge that needed to be oiled.

Dick had tried his hardest to keep you awake, whispering sweet apologies into your hair as he rocked you back and forth in his arms, though you weren’t 100% sure who he was trying to make feel better; you or himself.

Your body had slowly begun to go numb after a while as you waited anstily for Damian to arrive. A chill had begun to set into your bones. By the time he had finally arrived, the pain and your senses had dulled into almost nothing at all.

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<- DAY 18 ⛤ DAY 20 ->

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whumpypepsigal · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 | No. 19

Alternative prompt: Aftermath of Failure

1923 s01e02: “If I'd known I would have never split us up. I would have kept us together.”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

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losthavenmine · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 19 || Broken

Cinderella Man (2005)

#whumptober2023 #no.19 #broken #altprompt #cinderella man #gifs #russell crowe #paul giamatti #filmedit #moviegifs #perioddramaedit #perioddramasource #fyeahmovies #userfilm #cinemapix #cinematv #whumpedit

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whumpetywhump · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 19 (Alt) - Body Modification

Double Mints (2017)

Fall In Love With Him - Ep. 3

One Ordinary Day - Ep. 5

PTU: Police Tactical Unit - Ep. 19

Wok Of Love - Ep. 5

#whumptober 2023 #no.19 #body modification #double mints #fall in love with him #one ordinary day #ptu police tactical unit #wok of love #whump #asian whump #kwhump #jwhump #cwhump #gifs

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gierosajie-art · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Prompt List | No. 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.” | Floral Bouquet | "I'm not as stupid as you think I am."

[Platonic Hanahaki AU]

The petals he inadvertently tracked all over the place and stuffed into his pockets convinced absolutely no one.

#whumptober2023 #no.19 #floral bouquet #'i'm not as stupid as you think i am'#genshin impact #art #fanart #the art drawer #basic premise of the au is from the saying 'grief is love with no place to go'

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atimeofyourlife · 6 months

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Whumptober day 19

rated: t | wc: 1113 | prompt: Floral Bouquet | Psychological | “I’m not as stupid as you think I am.” Steve gets sick of the kids constantly insulting his intelligence

The words were starting to really drain Steve. It was making him want to pull away, to isolate himself. To avoid the people he thought cared about him.

The thing is, he knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He'd never claimed to be a genius, to have anything on Dustin, or Robin, or Nancy when it came to intelligence, especially book smarts. His grades were never great, he passed and kept his grades at a level that allowed him to keep his place on the sports teams, but anything above a C on a report card was almost unheard of in any class other than PE. Then the whole college issue was a whole other beast, but he felt he should be allowed some grace there considering he'd been recovering from a severe concussion through the back half of his senior year. It took two weeks for him to return to school, and then was only attending for half days until winter break started.

But he wasn't stupid either. He'd managed to graduate on time despite the concussion in the last few months, only failing one class in the four years he was in high school, that being freshman Spanish. His memory when it came to something that interested him was second to none, able to recall baseball and basketball facts and statistics in an instant. He was good in the kitchen, able to remember recipes, and come up with new ones on the fly, always knowing what would work together, even being able to recreate recipes from something he'd eaten. His experience in first aid could probably rival that of an EMR, maybe even that of an EMT. He'd even taught himself how to fix things, he could do most of the repairs in the house that didn't involve electrics, and rarely needed anyone else to look at his car.

But it wasn't anything the kids were interested in, so they considered him stupid. They would throw jabs at Steve's intelligence because he'd failed to get into college, but then turn around and fawn over how smart Eddie was, him getting held back twice not mattering because he read Tolkein and played DnD. All of them execpt Lucas calling him a dumb jock any time he referenced a sports statistic or used a sports metaphor. He was half convinced they only called him dumb about that because they were projecting over not fully understanding what he was talking about. They acted like cooking wasn't a real skill, that he didn't have to do anything other than shove something in the oven and then put it on the table once it was done. Sometimes the boys, especially Mike, acted like it was women's work to be cooking, and that it was somehow demeaning to their masculinity to see Steve so at home in the kitchen. Any of his other skills were just treated as a given, as if they were something that everyone knew, even though the majority of the party wouldn't know where to start with treating even the most minor of injuries, or how to fix a leaky faucet, or how to troubleshoot what was making that noise in a car. Hell, he didn't think some of them would be able to change a light bulb or a tire even with direct step-by-step instruction.

It all exploded one day, the kids talking over each other about something Steve couldn't quite follow. Between the speed they were talking, how their voices blended together into an indistinguishable mumble and the topic just being something DnD related that Steve really wasn't interested in, it made it impossible for him to understand what they were talking about.

Lucas asked Steve's opinion on something as Dustin and Mike were starting to get heated in their disagreement. Steve asked for clarification, as he'd lost track of what, exactly, they were arguing about.

"Come on, this is why we don't ask Steve anything important. You know he's too dumb to understand." Mike sneered.

"You guys know that I'm not as stupid as you seem to think I am, right?" Steve snapped, sick and tired of the way the kids would talk down to him, as if they perceived him as lesser.

"Sure you're not, Steve." Dustin replied, his tone condescending, as if he was speaking to a child much younger than him rather than a grown adult four years his senior.

"Just because I'm not some child prodigy genius doesn't make me stupid. I graduated on time with a head injury that made class really fucking difficult." Steve tried to keep his voice under control, but it was hard to keep his volume at a reasonable level.

"Anyone can graduate on time, it doesn't make them smart." Dustin said, still talking like he was explaining it to someone who had difficulty understanding anything.

"Munson didn't." Steve spat out. "And somehow you dipshits believe he's the smartest guy alive at times. He got held back twice, but apparently he's a genius because he plays that game you do."

"He's just smart in a different way."

"And I can't be?" Steve asked, his tone getting harsh. "Who figured out that the Russians were broadcasting their message from Starcourt? Or how about some stuff you guys don't understand? How do you put someone who's unconscious into the recovery position? How do you change the oil or a spark plug in a car? What is the correct way to prepare meat so there is no cross contamination?"

"Yeah, but none of that stuff is actually important." Mike replied.

"So you're telling me that DnD is more important than knowing how to take care of someone in a medical emergency? Or fixing a car? Or making sure you don't give someone food poisoning? I'm not stupid. But I know you guys will never see me as anything but stupid. As the dumb jock." Steve pinched at the bridge of his nose, trying to hold back his emotion. Not wanting to let it show how much it affected him.

"Steve, it's not like that. We didn't mean-" Dustin started, but Steve cut him off.

"No, it is like that. You genuinely think I'm stupid. Maybe I am. If I'm so stupid, I must be too dumb to be able to keep driving you everywhere, or to keep hosting your game whenever you want to use my house. But I guess you little geniuses are smart enough to figure that out." Steve turned and left the room. The kids could find their own way home, he was done letting them take advantage of his generosity when they wouldn't give him any respect.

#whumptober2023 #no.19 #“I'm not as stupid as you think I am.”#stranger things #fic #steve harrington #steve harrington whump #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #atimeofyourwrites

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cyberwhumper · 6 months

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Vina knows they're doing something awful in the other room. The screams are deafening, reverberating on the walls and surrounding him like a heavy blanket, leaving nowhere to run and hide. The utterly empty room feels like a specially designed acoustic chamber, the echo so intense he swears he couldn't hear his own thoughts at all.

He can't see what's happening, and he's sure that's completely by design. They wake him up in the middle of the night, pull a bag over his head, and drag him there with practiced efficiency. There was no way they weren't doing this to countless others as well. One could only wonder what they imagined, deep within the vortex of noise, that could be happening to their loved ones on the other side of these very walls?

He's tried multiple times to assuage it. When the screams die down, he positions himself against the grates and soothes it, hoping the small point of connection will grant him the mercy of allowing Dog to hear him. He's not sure it does. But it makes Vina feel better anyway. He's never thought to ask it directly, after everything was said and done and they were returned to their shared cell, both visibly worse for wear, if it could hear him. If it had ever.

In those moments they barely spoke, instead seeking comfort in each other for hours on end. And then everything was right in the world again. Even if Vina was ultimately talking to himself, he was still doing his best to console it, to talk to it just in case it could hear him. Just in case it ever felt it was truly alone.

The screaming resumes, and Vina returns to his spot in the corner. Covers his ears. Curls around himself.

Waits for the screaming to stop so he can comfort it again.

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#whumptober2023 #no.19 #psychological #OC #art #solitary confinement #psychological torture #lab whump #whump #whumpblr #whumpee #whump art #tokimeki art #original character #original story #Vina

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aceofwhump · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023

Day 19 - Alternate - Examination

M*A*S*H 9x10 "Operation Friendship"

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

#whumptober2023 #no.19 #alternate #examination #mash #gifs #hospital #hands #hand injury #worry #pain #my gifs #mod post #whumpedit #whump #whumptober #mods whumptober posts #i've always wanted to gif this episode #might save it an do the other scenes of bj hurt too

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lost-shoe · 2 years

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Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Whumptober 2022

No. 19 HEAD LOLLING

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whumpypepsigal · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | No. 19: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

knees buckling | repeatedly passing out | head lolling

Blood & Treasure s02e13: “Danny. Hey. Wake up. Help's on the way. Help's on the way.” — “I'm sorry I'm bleeding all over you.”

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blaiddraws · 2 years

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Whumptober day 19: Head lolling

head lolling, nodding off, same difference. anyway. he feels,, Not Great. about not realizing his brother disappeared, because he was distracted by something else. this translates into him trying to stay awake as much as possible -- combination of "what if something happens" while he's asleep, as well as genuinely just not knowing how much sleep his weird new half-pokemon body needs, since in his full dragon deity form he. doesn't. need sleep, at least not in the way humans experience it.

#whumptober2022 #no.19 #head lolling #sleep deprivation #emmet #fulcrum au #submas au #pokemon #submas

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what-the-whump · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 | No.19

Floral Bouquet - Psychological - "I'm not as stupid as you think I am."

Shalimar Fox, Jesse Kilmartin, Brennan Mulwray and Emma DeLauro in Mutant X - 1x19 - Nothing to Fear

#whumptober2023 #no.19 #Psychological #Mutant X #GIF #Shalimar Fox #Jesse Kilmartin #Brennan Mulwray #Emma DeLauro #1x19 #unconscious #nightmare #scared

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omgiamwish · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 19 - Psychological

(I genuinely believe that he really does think he's fine, that he thinks he only took good things from this shit experience. But I also believe that repression is a hell of a drug, so the full weight of this and the fifty other shit things that have happened to him don't hit until sometime post-canon and/or pre-epilogue)

Transcript:

Ritsu: Nii-san! You're back! Did-

Mob: Thank you for being my brother.

Ritsu: Nii-san? Are you okay?

Mob: Yes. I'm fine, Ritsu. Don't worry.

#whumptober2023 #no.19 #psychological #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #art #blood #kageyama shigeo #shigeo kageyama #kageyama ritsu #ritsu kageyama #mogami arc #fan art #artists on tumblr

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