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anigst · 2 months

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Wolf's Rain - Ep 05 & 06

#wolf's rain #whump #whumpedit #anime whump #unconscious #passed out #carried #comfort #my posts

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cirrus-ghoulette · 4 days

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Ghost BC Whump Month is back!

That's right. 30 days of hurt with no (or very little) comfort!

For Whump Month, you can use any characters you want in the Ghost universe, including OCs. You can use platonic relationships, you can use romantic relationships, you can use relationships where both characters hate each other, you can use relationships where neither characters have met!

Starting on the first of June 2024, you can write, you can draw, and you can create in any way you want for these prompts.

If you do create anything, please tag me in it! I wanna see your work! I'll reblog any Whump Month creations.

Of course, make sure your creations are CWed appropriately, and then make sure you tag 'Whump Month 2024', so that everything can be found easily!

Have fun!

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allthewhumpygoodness · 8 months

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When a weak whumpee's head is lifted to spoon some medicine/water/broth into their mouth, but then the caretaker just. keeps on cradling their head after laying it back down. Anyway that's the vibes tonight.

#whump #IT'S RAINING #I'M GONNA GET MY RAINY AUTUMN NIGHT THINKING ABOUT WHUMPPPP

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whumpacabra · 4 months

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“real whump- ” is when I put a blorbo in Unpleasant Situations. the physical and emotional extent to which these Situations are Unpleasant has no bearing on the reality of a blorbo having a bad time. the presence or absence of other characters, whether dishing out Unpleasantness or trying to mitigate the Unpleasantness, has no bearing on the reality of a blorbo having a bad time. “is xyz real whump?” who fucking cares. 2018 called they want their gate keeping exclusionist snobbery back.

#not whump #beans speaks #whump is a fun umbrella quit trying to push people out into the rain bc it doesn’t fit your personal definition #angst is whump. h-c is whump. recovery is whump. torture is whump.#who cares I have blorbos to put in unpleasant situations and circumstances

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whumpster-dumpster · 10 months

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Whumpee who loves rain, finally seeing their first rainfall after being freed from Whumper's clutches. Just feeling the water and wind on their skin for the first time in so long

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #aftermath #freedom #rain #it's rainy today and it's got me feeling 😌

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thewhumpcaretaker · 3 months

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Whump in the Rain

It's a classic.

A blank white sky matching the numbness of a depressed spirit.

Rain mixing with tears.

Rain mixing with blood.

A soaked dress shirt clinging to exhausted muscles.

Wet hair clinging to Whumpee's face.

Whumpee stays out in the cold and the wet and gets sick (or sicker).

Caught in a sudden rainstorm.

Watching the rain streaming down a car window while lost in misery.

Whumpee hates bad weather or has seasonal affective disorder, and now it’s raining on top of everything else.

Whumpee has a phobia of thunder. Caretaker wrapping Whumpee in a warm, dry coat or offering an umbrella.

“Come inside, you’re drenched!”

Whumpee with a phobia of thunder.

And finally, please consider: Whumpee struck by lightning.

#whump #whump in the rain #whump ideas #whump tropes #whump prompt #whump inspo #whump writing

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justbreakonme · 1 year

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Most people find listening to the sound of falling rain relaxing.

Most people.

Not him.

He had spent too many nights huddled under awnings and tucked under bridges, unable to avoid the water that soaked him and what little he had to the skin.

Wet shoes and socks meant being barefoot, too numb with cold to notice he was stepping on broken beer bottles along the road. Wet clothes meant that he had only hours to find somewhere, anywhere to get warm or dry before he would get sick, really sick.

He wasn’t there, anymore.

He was safe.

He was home.

But that didn’t mean the sound of falling rain didn’t fill him with a bone deep sense of dread.

She didn’t understand exactly; she knew she’d been lucky enough to never associate the sound of rain with anything other than staying indoors. But she understood enough.

Warm blankets and dry socks found their way into his lap while the whistle of the kettle drowned out at least a little of the noise.

She’d close the curtains and put a movie on, loud enough that he could almost forget until the next crack of thunder would make him jump.

He didn’t hide under storefront umbrellas or overpasses anymore, but he did tuck himself further under her arm, as if out of habit, even now.

They both silently hoped that one day, the rain would be just rain. But until then, they’d wait out the storm together, in dry socks.

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pixelatedraindrops · 4 months

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RAINCODE COMIC COLLAB~☔️

BEHOLD THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR!!

3 full weeks of work and its finally completed!

So @kazinsblog and I did another raincode art collab together but this one was a HUGE project! This one's a full 18 page comic!

Idk if you all remember the comic idea that Kazin was planning to do that involved Yuma overworking himself until he gets sick and then gets tended to by everyone else. But when I saw it, I decided to ask her if she was willing to possibly collaborate on it, remaking it where she sketched it and I colored it.

Kazin's Beta images: 1 2 3 4

So here's the results of all that work. We've been at this since December 17th so this has been an almost full month collaboration. And of course mine's a bit more altered to my own style as well as adding my own touches and making it a little more whumpy/extreme... X'D I also freehand drew shinigami in my version as well.

Both our versions look pretty different! The only thing that are the same are the poses. So feel free to check out Kazin's traditional version as well!

Since its an 18 page comic, I decided to put it under a keep reading so it won't clutter everyone's timelines. Also, I will be narrating the pages because I love narrating sick filler type stories. So brace yourself for a VERY LOOONG post!! Def need time to read this one! (and no purple tinted filters here this time!)

Also note: If the writing is blue, it means the character is thinking, just like in the game! :)

And I apologize on the inconsistency of Yuma's bangs... I thought it was one way before so half of the comic he looks like he has square bangs... oof XD I fix it around page 10

ANYWAY, hope you enjoy this soft buffet, Raincode Community! 🌡️💕

(Page 1)

Our story begins on an ordinary day in Kanai Ward. Rainy gloomy and depressing as ever. Our little victim... wait... XD I mean protagonist Yuma decides to go out to investigate more about Kanai Ward to try to track down it's supposed ultimate secret. Yakou sets him off wishes him well and tells him to be careful. However, as he's out, he finds out a lot of people in the city need help. Because of his good nature and unable to turn down someone in need, he decides to help whoever he can. (the ultimate side-questing lol) Before he knows it, he's soaking wet and he had helped 10 people in total. Time passed and it was almost evening so he returns to the submarine. Yuma was completely unphased by this. (and he didn't dry himself off for 4 hours due to being occupied with tasks)

(Page 2)

Yuma returns to the Agency's submarine to greet his chief holding his meatbun order. (that also got wet) But Yakou notices that the trainee is sopping wet to the core and shivering. He immediately loudly demands that he sit down so he can tend to him. Yuma does as he's told and sits on the checkered sofa. Yakou rushes to the shower room to grab some small towels to help him dry off. But because Yakou is so panicked, he ends up being very rough in drying Yuma, pulling his hair and causing the small boy pain. After he dries him off, he tells Yuma he isn't allowed to leave anymore for the rest of the day and demands him to rest. Yuma tries to retaliate using puppy eyes, but it doesn't work. Yakou is immune.

(Page 3)

The next day Yuma asks Yakou if he can go out to work after he finishes his morning chores around the place looking very eager. Yakou still looks a little concerned by how tired Yuma looks, so he tells him to not go out alone. He assigns him a partner to go with the rest of the week.

On the first day he's paired with Halara. The two of them are asked to investigate the art gallery of Ginma. (maybe after the nail man case) But over time, Yuma starts developing a lingering cough that persists for quite some time. Halara asks Yuma is he's okay, to which Yuma lies saying that it's due to the dust of the room. But of course being sharp, Halara isn't buying it. But they decide to not persist him further.

On the second day, he's paired with Desuhiko. They're asked to go help out at the Aetheria Academy with another case (not murder related this time) However on the way to the school and in Ginma, Yuma starts slowing down, he's shaking and is a little wobbly. Desuhiko notices this and asks if he wants to go to the cafe for a drink. Yuma nods and as they go to the cafe and order some coffee, Yuma takes off his hat and coat and Desuhiko finally realizes how pale he looks. He's even slower at replying to him as he speaks, as if he's in a daze. Desuhiko decides to take Yuma back to the agency after this.

(Page 4)

On Day three, he's paired with Fubuki. But he doesn't even make it to the case as when he goes to the sun and moon hotel to meet with her, Fubuki notices and points out that Yuma's face looks red. The boy clearly had a fever building. Yuma argues with her but Fubuki persists. The two of them try to go to the case but Yuma nearly collapses. So Fubuki returns him to the agency.

On the fourth day where he's supposed to be paired with Vivia he spends a majority of the day passed out. Vivia decides to watch over him using his forte to not disturb him. During the night while he's asleep, his breathing gets more labored and he's completely restless. Vivia looks at him deeply worried for his dear friend's well being.

The next morning Yuma somehow finds the strength to get himself up. Maybe that one day of rest was enough. But Yakou insists that he stays put today. Angrily yelling at him to be still and take today off as well.

Meanwhile, a certain two seem to notice each other...

(Page 5)

Vivia's spirit notices Shinigami and decides to give her a warning. Make sure Yuma listens to Yakou and doesn't leave. Giving her the iciest glare, Shinigami fearfully agrees.

But this effort would be for naught, despite how he feels, Yuma's relentless determination forces himself up, putting on his rain attire and heads up the steps of the sub to the outside when Yakou isn't looking. Shinigami does what she can to stop him, but he doesn't listen...and Shinigami being a ghost, there was nothing she could do to physically hold him back. All she could do was follow, and prepare for the inevitable.

By some miracle he makes it to the church, up the stairs to speak to the nun. Who tells him to play therapy again for the townsfolk. He nods and heads to his first client. But when he returns to kamasaki to speak to him, he can barely make out what he's saying as he lets out a few more coughs.

Once he leaves the client, before long, Yuma could hear something in his body snap.

(Note: I direct most of the story, but Vivia conversing with Shinigami in spirit mode was actually Kazin's idea! So credit to her for that, So silly and fun! ^^)

(Page 6)

Yuma's body had finally reached it's limit. All the fatigue, chills and body aches had hit him all at once at full force like armed weaponry. His head began throbbing, he was shaking violently and uncontrollably, he felt nauseated by the rain's smell, and his body heat and the lingering dizziness was unbearable. He found a safe corner in the alleyway of Kamasaki to collapse. Telling Shinigami she was right and he should have listened to her, while the burning fever and cold rain wrecked his delicate frame even further. His voice was hardly audible, but Shinigami still heard and practically tells him to go back. But Yuma had no strength left...

Then like clockwork as they finish speaking, he could hear his name called. At first it sounded kind and questionable. But that rapidly changed, the voice now angrily yelling out his full name. As he looked up this voice belonged to...Yakou. He looks down at the boy in pure disappointment and anger.

Turns out a certain someone was tailing him. And alerted Yakou what happened just in time.

(Note: I make the red darker the more extreme the temperature and lighter the less extreme. I got to experiment with all sorts of new ways to color fevers hehe~ >w<)

(Page 7)

Yuma shockingly looks up at Yakou. Oh no, he was so BUSTED! Shinigami even says as much. Yakou practically scoops Yuma in his arms carrying him back to the agency. As he was lifted Yuma's world begun spinning. He could barely hear the chief nagging him in a panicked tone. It was all distorted and it was making his head hurt more. Yakou placed a hand to his cheek and was shocked by how hot it felt. All Yuma could do was apologize and hope his world stops spinning and that Yakou eventually stops yelling... (also I put numbers for the order to read the speech bubbles in)

Upon returning to the agency, Yakou dries Yuma off, asks Desuhiko to give him a warm set of clothes to borrow and put him to his own bed. Grabbing a basin of very cold water, washcloths and a digital thermometer. He placed one of the wet cold cloths under his bangs and upon reading the boy's temperature, it was high. Almost high enough to visit the ER. Yakou was even more mad, but speaks in a non yelling tone. Giving Yuma another stern warning to not leave the bed. To which Yuma weakly agrees to.

But Yakou's back to yelling again, feeling paranoid Yuma would be missing by the time he gets back from getting the supplies. So he drills that message right into the boy's already throbbing head once more. Everyone else in the office awkwardly listen in as the sick trainee gets scolded.

(Note: Just an FYI, Yuma's speech bubbles being wavy is a sign his voice is raspy and the text being a bit hard to read means his voice is hardly audible)

(Page 8)

Yakou leaves Yuma alone and walks into the office in his raincoat telling the other detectives that he'll be leaving soon and to watch over Yuma in his absence and NOT let him leave. He is so full of anger and anxiety that he yells at all of them too.

Everyone agrees and as Yakou leaves, they all discuss among themselves Yuma's state the days they were partners with him. He was in bad shape. And he only got worse as the days went by. They all knew.

(Page 9)

Meanwhile back in Yakou's quarters, Yuma was getting lectured yet again. This time by his death god partner, Shinigami. The poor trainee only wanted peace and quiet to make the pain in his head go away, using what little energy he has remaining speaking in his head he tried telling her to stop.

But the aggravated spirit persisted, saying that as his mentor she had the right to scold him just as much as Yakou. She continued her rant, until an abrupt sound from her master shut her up.

The few coughs that came from Yuma eventually erupted into a full blown coughing fit. The coughs sounding more wet, rough and serious. After coughing 10 to 15 times in a row Yuma was exhausted. Shinigami looked down at him panting with concern and pity in her eyes. She decided to stop the lecture for his sake.

After the fit, Yuma was left raggedly breathing. As Shinigami gave him her permission to rest and take it easy, he didn't answer. He couldn't. That fit completely mangled his throat. He was not able to speak vocally or in thought process anymore due to his head being in too much pain. As was the rest of his body, aching and burning. So he didn't answer her. All he could do was hope sleep would eventually take hold of him to make all this awful heat and pain stop even if for a just moment.

(Note: That's the penalty Yuma... x'D Sorry I gotta make him suffer lol. Also this is the only page that’s actually read left to right. I messed that up, sorry!!)

(Page 10)

After some time passed it was time for the Master Detectives to all take part in taking care of Yuma. The whole agency had a day off to do this. So upon his return, Yakou instructs everyone to look after Yuma in 2 hour shifts through the day. Even if it was just to watch him sleep. He couldn't be left alone.

Halara was first. Their task was to help Yuma take the medicine that was bought. There were three types of medicine for him to take. Antibiotics (white pills) for the general illness symptoms, painkillers (red and white pills) for the headache/fever, and finally...cough syrup. (aka his least favorite... XD) Halara made sure to be very gentle with Yuma propping him upward as his whole body was burning and he was very shaky. He even had trouble drinking the water, so Halara had to get a mug instead so they could help him drink it by holding the handle, and using the other hand to support his back. Despite the struggle, Halara worked diligently to complete their task as a caretaker in full. (as for who paid them to do this...idk I'll leave that to your imagination XD)

(The cough syrup idea was inspired by this fic :3)

Desuhiko had the second shift and the whole time he was waiting for his turn, he was writing a song for Yuma. Having the delusion that his angelic voice would lul the sick boy to sleep, he played his guitar and began singing. Yuma's headache did improve enough to speak in his head now, but that wouldn't last, as the loud noises from the guitar made his head pound even further with every strum. Shinigami begs for the noise to cease fire on her poor eardrums, but Yuma doesn't have it in him to stop Desuhiko. The gesture was kind so he decided to try to listen to the whole song, despite the noise. He does eventually tell him to stop though (using hand gestures) when another song comes afterward. So then the two spend their time conversing for a bit, (though desuhiko does more of the talking as yuma just nods or makes small noises/hand gestures due to his throat still hurting too much to talk) Desuhiko even telling him he could keep the sweater and shorts he had lent to him. To which Yuma softly smiles at him as a thank you before he eventually falls asleep again.

Fubuki has the third shift, and her task was to feed Yuma the warm vegetable soup that was bought earlier and that Halara had just finished making, along with Fubuki's help. She volunteers to feed him as she remembers a time she was ill as a child in the clockford mansion and one of her servants tended to her, feeding her soup just the same. Unfortunately, because this was a memory of her early childhood, she repeats similar phrases as the servant did when she was feeding Yuma, who was clearly not a small child. Yuma's fever had dropped enough to where he could find a bit of strength to try and sit up on his own now, and his once mangled throat’s condition had improved for him to speak a little bit. As he listened to Fubuki's rambling he tries to play along with her despite the whole thing being a bit embarrassing for someone his age. At least the soup was nice and warm. It felt good going down his very sore throat.

(Funny Fact: The order that Yuma is both partnered and tended to by each detective, is the same order as the chapters in game he's partnered with them LOL)

(Page 11)

It was evening, and now it was Vivia's turn to take the fourth and final shift. At first he was just going to sit and watch Yuma while he read his book quietly, but Yakou suggested that he read one of his books out loud to Yuma to help him relax better like a bedtime story. Vivia was unsure at first, as he's never read to anyone before. But he decided to give it a try. He asks Yuma what his preference in literature is before he starts, and Yuma tells him he enjoys detective novels the most. So he pulls out the novel that was in his reading list and begins to read it out loud to him. Turns out he was quite a natural at narrating, and his slow voice was very soothing. Yuma felt so relaxed that he felt like he would fall asleep any minute, but he tries to stay awake to listen to the story a bit more. Shinigami however, conks out immediately. (fyi: yes this is the novel Vivia talks about in his final gumshoe gab. I tried to make up stuff based on it.. X'D)

Once the clock strikes 9pm and night falls, the Master Detectives all wish Yuma well and leave to return to the hotel to retire for the night. It was just Yakou and Yuma now. Yakou, who had just come back from another errand, walks over to Yuma who was now fast asleep. He looked a little better so Yakou removed the towel from his forehead and places his hand onto it. It still felt warm but no longer as hot as it did hours ago. Meaning he was out of the danger zone, much to Yakou's relief. He places the towel back in the water basin wringing it out and re-applying it to his forehead. Then he lets out a yawn. He was pretty tired. He decides that instead of sleeping in the office on one of the sofas, he'd stay by Yuma's side. His removes his jacket, goes and turns off the overhead lights, sits down and places his head down on his desk. Then after telling the sleeping trainee goodnight he turns off the small light by his desk.

OKAY FUN FACT: The comic WAS going to end here going on to the final page... Buuut~ We were STARVING for some good ol' Yakou Fathero :3 So... Enjoy these bonus 6 pages of Yakou having a shift of his own to look after Yuma in the middle of the night. And its the longest shift.

This ones for you Yakou Fathero fans! Eat your fill!

(I know we sure did :3)

Also I apologize if the lighting here is inaccurate ;w; I tried my best I'm no pro LOL

(Page 12)

A little past midnight, Yuma was stirring in his sleep. Making all sorts of groaning sounds as if he was in pain. He was likely having a nightmare. This is confirmed by his eyes suddenly opening and him violently flinging himself up screaming, and the cold cloth flying off his forehead.

This sound wakes Yakou up immediately as he puts his glasses back on asking Yuma if he's okay. He flicks the light by his desk on to check on him. Yuma's found shaking with tears in his eyes stating quietly that it was just a dream. Yakou sympathizes with Yuma as fever dreams were usually not fun, but a fever NIGHTMARE was always bad. The chief offers the shaking trainee some water to try to help him settle down.

(FYI: Shinigami is going to be absent from this part of the story because I think her banter and antics would ruin the fluff, so she'll just be lurking above in the shelf like a cat the whole time.)

(Page 13)

Yuma accepts the water practically snatching it from Yakou's hands and quickly gulping it down. Yakou tells him to pace himself not wanting him to choke. Once he exhales from the water drink, Yuma sheepishly apologizes for waking Yakou up with his scream, feeling like a burden. Yakou reassures him it's okay and decides to ask him the question of why he pushed himself this far while he was still awake. Hard enough to make himself sick. Why did he do it?

Yuma was surprised by this but decides to try to tell him. He hands the water glass back and began talking. Under his raspy voice and somewhat heavy breathing, he says that he wanted to be useful as he felt like a burden to everyone since he lost his memory. He also says that he likes helping others and that it feels familiar to him. Determined to try to unlock a core memory of his past he kept doing this, even to the point of pushing his limits.

Then he suddenly stopped speaking...

(Page 14)

...aaand cue the coughing fit. Yuma's throat got scratchy and irritated after his long explanation, causing him to cough about 5/8 times in a row. Not as bad as his previous fit but it was more than enough to startle and worry Yakou.

Yakou quickly hands Yuma the water glass he had just taken from him hoping it would soothe his throat. He tells him that helping others is a good thing but he shouldn't push himself to the point that his health gets affected. Yuma quietly nods and as he sips the water still shaking, Yakou feels bad and decides to apologize to him for being harsh before. Stating that he only lost his temper because he was scared and worried for him. He also places his hand to Yuma's cheek in both comfort and to check his temperature. It felt slightly warmer than a few hours ago.

Yuma quietly apologizes to Yakou for worrying him, still holding the water glass. Yakou forgives him. Then he takes the glass from him and then the towel that fell off Yuma's forehead. He grabs a fresh one and soaks it in the basin wringing it out and places it back on the trainee’s forehead unintentionally a bit roughly. Yuma groans and shivers a little from the cold of it.

Yakou then lies Yuma back down, tucking him back in trying to make him comfortable. But his actions were a bit too comforting. He was not meaning to in any way and he wasn't sure what came over him, but he was treating Yuma like a little kid. Yuma notices and feels a little embarrassed by it, but decides to only say it in his head.

Yakou decides to do one more thing before he lets him go back to sleep.

(Note: Hey far as anyone's concerned Yuma, you are practically his BABY when you are having a sick day, so deal with it hehehe :3c)

(Page 15)

Temperature taking page time :D (my favorite, teehee! I know some cultures and in anime they take the temperature under the arm, but there's just something so endearing and adorable about a sickie with a thermometer in their mouth <3 OKAY MY RAMBLING ASIDE...)

Yakou is now a bit concerned that Yuma's fever spiked again after that little harsh coughing fit so he decides to take his temperature one more time before letting Yuma go to sleep again. Yuma obliges and goes along with it opening his mouth as the device is inserted.

After 15 seconds the device beeps and Yakou takes it out. Yuma shyly pulls the duvet up to his face and hides as he meekly asks if its any better feeling a little nervous. Yakou responds that it is better than it was the first time, where it was a dangerous degree.

However, he still wasn't out of the woods yet. The fever was still there and although it went down, it was still in the red. Yakou states that he's still feverish to which Yuma just apologizes. Poor thing just wants this to be over, he really doesn't want to trouble anyone anymore.

(sorry yuma I can't let you off that easily hehe 😈)

(also yes I put an instruction manual for how the thermometer works, I am so obsessed that I even give the thermometer lore LMAO. Sorry if I'm inaccurate in any of those readings. I used google... ^^;)

(Page 16)

Yakou places the thermometer back on the desk and tells Yuma to go to sleep. Saying the fever will likely break by morning. To which Yuma states that he's in Yakou's bed and that he should return to the checkered sofa so his boss could sleep, attempting to try getting up. But Yakou puts a hand on his shoulder stopping him and denies this and says his desk is fine and that Yuma needed the bed more than him.

He also says that if Yuma had another bad dream that he would be there for him. Yuma smiles at Yakou quietly thanking him as he's tucked back into the duvet. Yakou pats it gently telling the trainee to close his eyes.

It isn't long before Yuma is back to being fast asleep. (and shinigami too)

Yakou monologues to himself for a bit groaning at how much trouble this small detective has been for him since he showed up. But then he switches his tune and places a hand to Yuma's head petting it softly. He says he's happy he's working hard for the sake of his memories but right now he needs to work on getting better. Saying it would help everyone in the agency if he wanted to help people.

He wishes him well continuing to pet his head for a bit longer to soothe him before going back to sleep himself turning the light off again.

(Page 17)

2 hours later, Yuma was stirring and whining in his sleep once again. Yakou groggily wakes up wiping his tired eyes upon hearing the soft noises the small trainee was uttering. And he was crying again. Can only be one thing: Another nightmare.

Instead of turning the light on to wake him up, Yakou moves his chair close to him sitting at his side. Not saying a single word. (cept in his head lol) He reaches his hand for Yuma's as it twitches and he takes hold of it gently.

Yakou eventually leans on the bed as he does so and falls asleep sitting up again. Yuma's groaning and and heavy breathing begin to settle down a little as he felt Yakou's presence close by.

Then he smiles as he closes his hand in his sleep holding Yakou's hand back, leaning a bit close to it. He felt safe again... <3

(Note: This poor thing has way too much trauma... ;w; I headcanon that he's prone to night terrors on occasion, but when he gets a fever, its even WORSE. Fevers do be messing with your head... x3)

(Page 18 Final)

The next morning when Yakou wakes up, he checks on Yuma. He still felt slightly warm but he looked much better. Seemed the worst was over and it would likely last just one more day.

When he's fully awake and at his desk, Desuhiko shows up asking Yakou if Yuma's okay and offered to wake him up. Yakou denies it saying Yuma needed one more day of rest, the fever may have been only slight now, but in the rain it would rise again easily.

Desuhiko agrees and declares that he's going to work hard today. Likely to make up for Yuma's absence. Yakou teases him and the two have a bit of a banter.

Yuma meanwhile is asleep peacefully. Still having a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he's able to sleep a lot easier now. His fever was slowly but surely breaking. (now in the yellow) Shinigami sleeps beside him, making sure she protects him from any nightmares in yakou's absence. (after all only SHE can give her master nightmares)

He wakes up fully recovered the following morning thanking everyone for taking such good care of him, and he makes sure to not push himself anymore. And continues searching for the city's ultimate secret while pacing himself to help others from now on.

THE END ❤️

(I practically made this into a sickfic in its own right... XD)

Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed!! This is just a little artist credit page I made for Kazin and I c: Also art semi-face reveal?? xD Kinda?? Idk lol (we just two gals that like our sick comfort haha x3)

Anyway thank you again Kazin for doing this with me!! It was hard work but it was a blast and the final result came out amazing. Its surely a project I will cherish forever~ 💜🩷✨🌡️

A wholesome story to start 2024 on a good note.

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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 5 months

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Okay but whumpees who become extremely spaced-out after taking the minimal amount of decongestants for a cold:

Passing out cold on the couch for four hours in the middle of the day and waking up not knowing what planet they’re on

Staring into space

Glazed-over eyes

Becoming hypnotized by how things move and fit into each other (their own hands, screw-top pens, fidget spinners, clouds, etc.)

Environmental sounds being too much for them

Staring directly into bright lights

Overall feeling like a ghost floating through life

Being able to breathe through their nose for the first time in a week

#whump #sickfic #drugs mention I guess #I’m still loopy from taking exactly one coricidin yesterday evening sksnsjsjjs #I want it to be raining and foggy so I can take a walk in the rain and fog #But yeah I was staring dreamily at my art stylus while I unscrewed and rescrewed it because “woah threads are radical!”

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 4 days

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Shun the Light - Ch 10 - Full Moon part 2

Author's Notes: :')

Content Warnings: werewolf whumpee, vampire caretaker, injury, sprained ankle, bruises, cuts, exhaustion, cold, rain, implied nudity, emotional whump, guilt, angst with hopeful ending

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Dante searches and searches but finds nothing but some claw marks on trees and more blood. He feels stupid and reckless for looking at all; the creature that left was no longer Matteo, and cornering a wounded animal would be asking for trouble.

Why didn't he tell me?

The thought eats at him. Matteo knows what he is. Didn't he think Dante would understand, even just a little?

Suddenly a lot more things make sense - the shape Matteo was in when he arrived, why he had no clothes or belongings of his own, why he left home, why he was on the run. How in the week leading up to tonight he had been restless and anxious.

After several fruitless hours Dante returns home, but he can't relax. By now he's pretty much certain Matteo is a werewolf, which means by the morning he will be back to normal but hurt, alone, and god knows where.

As he paces and frets he can't help picturing Matteo's frightened face. He looks out the window again when he hears wind whistle through the trees. The scent of the other man's blood still lingers with him.

Dante soon heads back out, with shoes and an overcoat on this time. He has with him a ball of yellow yarn from Mrs. Townsend's craft cupboard.

Years of nightly walks means he knows the forest well. He follows the direction Matteo ran off in and finds a spot to begin, tying one end of the yarn around the trunk of a tree. Then he slowly walks back to the house, holding the yarn taut and unraveling it as he goes, stopping occasionally to loop it another tree. Creating a path home.

There is no guarantee Matteo will even find it. He could be miles away, too injured to move, or on another side of the woods entirely. He may not even want to come back. But if he does, the door will be unlocked.

Dante goes to the living room and gets settled at the piano to keep himself busy while he waits.

Morning arrives, but Matteo does not.

Dante retreats to his bedroom and leaves the door cracked so he can hear if someone enters. But after barely an hour he can't wait any longer. He bundles up in a sweater and the thick overcoat, jeans and boots, and heads outside.

A light drizzle softly patters all around. The sky is overcast and shows no sign of clearing. At the worst he'll feel a tingling discomfort, but compared to the burns he sustained a month ago that will seem like nothing.

A month ago. When he found me. When he saved me.

Dante slowly follows the path of bright string from tree to tree. He keeps his eyes on the ground in search of any sign of man or wolf. Clothes, fur, handprints, pawprints. Blood. Anything. But the rain has washed every trace away.

He continues until a familiar scent reaches him on a breeze. Dante lifts his head and there he is.

Matteo walks with a limp, taking each slow step gingerly. He faintly whimpers every time he puts pressure on a badly swollen right ankle, pausing often to lean against a tree for a moment's respite. His breathing is labored.

Most of Matteo's body has sustained scrapes and cuts from that tumble off the roof, but his left side is considerably worse. Bruising coats his entire left side from chest to upper thigh. His left arm hangs at an awkward angle and that shoulder, too, is swollen and bruised. Some slivers of glass remain embedded in his skin, the largest of them wedged deep into his bruised left hip.

The fingers of his right hand are weakly curled around the yellow yarn.

It's a miracle he's standing, let alone walking.

Dante walks toward him but the ongoing rain muffles his footsteps. Matteo doesn't look up and notice him until they're just a few yards apart.

Dante stops too.

The two men stare at each other.

Matteo's eyes are bloodshot. He's soaked to the bone, shivering in the rain without so much as a scrap left to shield him.

Then he drops his gaze and his face crumples. He begins to sob raggedly.

"I'm sorry, Dante. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I s-should have t-told you." He hiccups. "I didn't think I would still be here when it happened but then I was and I thought if I hid I wouldn't attack you - and you - you let me stay and I - oh, god, and I broke your window, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

A sudden shiver cuts off his rambling words.

Dante steps forward and removes his coat, slowly so as not to startle the fragile man before him. He holds it open.

"There is still a bed for you," Dante says softly, "If you want it."

Matteo stares at the offered coat with disbelief and longing.

"Really?"

Dante nods and moves closer still. When Matteo doesn't flinch away, he drapes the coat over his trembling shoulders.

Matteo sways on his feet but Dante is there to steady him with a hand on his chest and the other on his waist. Matteo puts an arm around Dante's shoulders and sags into him. He sighs with relief when he is able to take some weight off of his throbbing ankle.

"Thank you," he breathes. He leans his head against Dante's, his panting breaths warm against his cheek. Dante can feel the flutter of his unsteady pulse. "Thank you."

"Come on," Dante whispers. "You're almost there."

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redstainedsocks · 4 months

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Whumpee being dumped back on the doorstep of a loved one or associate, limbs secured with packing tape, with a piece of paper stapled to their chest that reads Return to Sender, and a "damaged goods" sticker plastered across their forehead and eyes

#i just think it would be neat #of course it would be raining and cold #and there'd be visible bruises and injuries #numb fingers that can't loosen the tape and barely conscious enough to even try #whump tropes #whump prompt

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anigst · 2 months

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Wolf's Rain - Ep 22

#wolf's rain #whump #whumpedit #anime whump #stabbed #screaming #my posts

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cirrus-ghoulette · 1 year

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Since we all know how much I love whumping Dew...

Dew's heats are hell.

They're not sexy in the slightest. They used to be, back when he was a water ghoul, but something changed in the makeup of his body after he changed essences, and now heats are just a week long hell for him.

He usually gets about a week's prewarning before his heat hits. He knows it's coming when his chest is so sensitive he almost cries at the feeling of his partners playing with it, and when he keeps getting told off by his packmates for 'snapping', even though he hadn't realised he was so pissed off.

He knows exactly when his heat hits, because he'll be struck by an almighty cramp that makes his guts feel like they're twisting around themselves, caught in a vice. Normally it hits during the night, when he's thankfully alone, but it's happened during the day, only a few times. He'd dropped to his knees and his packmates had been so concerned the first time that they carried him straight to the infirmary, just to be told that he was in heat.

Dew doesn't get horny during his heat. At all.

He used to, back when he was a water ghoul. Water ghouls are famed for their wetness (obviously) and Dew would somehow wreck even the waterproof sheets with how wet he would get during heats.

Nowadays, he still soaks through the sheets, but it's with sweat rather than slick. He has high fevers, above what is lethal for a human, burning up like a furnace as he lays in bed, surrounded by a puddle of sweat.

With the stomach aches he has, too, there's no question why he isn't horny. The pain gets so intense that all he can do some days is lay on his side in the fetal position, his arms wrapped tight around his waist, and cry. He doesn't want anyone up in his business when he's like this.

Swiss tried, once, just to see if it would ease Dew's pain. It did not. And he ended up with a slightly burnt cock for his efforts.

He's not very sociable during his heats. He prefers to lock himself in his room and deal with the heat alone, not wanting the pity from his packmates. However, his packmates always seem to come and sit by him anyways. Damn Sunny and her lockpicking skills.

Cumulus helps him sip at some broth when he has no appetite, then strokes his hair and holds the bin when the cramps get so bad that the broth comes straight back up.

Aether tries to use his quintessence on him, but it doesn't put a dent in the amount of discomfort Dew's in. He can't even get him to sleep with his quintessence when he's at the peak of his heat.

Cirrus offers a cooling touch with her air essence. She'll rest her hand on his forehead and his brows will relax, his glazed-over eyes drooping in pleasure as he cools down ever so slightly for the first time in days.

Mountain trims some herbs for Dew and strains them into a tea that Dew doesn't drink. He also offers companionship. He sits by the bed, on the floor, in complete silence, his pinky finger linked with Dew's. He knows that Dew gets headaches during his heat, and he knows that he wouldn't like to be talked at when he's in this much pain, anyways.

Rain helps with Dew's hydration. Dew has no appetite or thirst like this, but with the amount he's sweating, he needs to keep his water intake up. They figured out a few hears ago that Dew had small patches of skin over his body that hadn't quite transitioned to fire ghoul, where he could take in water through his skin. Rain holds his hands over these patches and transfers some of the water from his essence to Dew this way, to ensure he doesn't get too dehydrated.

Copia worries. He stands by the doorway, unsure if he should bother his little devil. Sometimes he goes in, only after Dew weakly calls for him. He sits on the edge of the bed, strokes Dew's hair, works out all the tangles with his fingers. Dew will hold onto his wrist tight, as if he's steadying himself against the way that the room spins. Copia tries to soothe him the best he can. He doesn't really know how to help in this situation. He absolutely hates seeing him in this much pain, they all do.

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus #headcanons #my works #headcanon #dew #dewdrop #cirrus #Cumulus #Swiss #Rain #Aether #Cardinal copia #Mountain #Whump #hurt/comfort

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thewhumphut · 1 month

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If you follow my main you’d know I’m on a big rain world hyper fixation and I keep having this thought while playing:

Spearmaster enslaved by a Scavenger clan to keep an infinite supply of spears for them

#whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #rain world #rain world downpour #rainworld

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Rain Check

Part 2

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, cruel whumper

Team Leader strained against the ropes binding them to the chair. This couldn’t be happening. They already couldn’t believe that Whumper had gotten the drop on them. So to find out that Whumper also got the drop on Teammate One made it all the worse.

“I volunteered! Your beef is with me!” Team Leader roared as Whumper began to drag away Teammate One to the back room where who knows what kind of torture awaited them.

“Ah ah ahhhh, Team Leader,” Whumper said as they turned and smiled as they dragged Teammate One, “you’re the one who picked Teammate One. Not me.”

“I didn’t know what the coin toss is for! Besides you want to hurt me, not them!”

Teammate One’s eyes were unfocused, still dazed from the hit in the head Whumper gave them after Team Leader called heads as Whumper tossed the coin. Team Leader had no idea what choice they were making.

“Oh, but I am hurting you. Hurting them does hurt you, Team Leader. Besides,” they looked down at Teammate One with a wicked grin, “think of this as a rain check for what is to come for you.” And without further ado, Whumper dragged Teammate One the rest of the way to the back room and slammed the door shut.

Team Leader continued to strain against the ropes keeping them from helping Teammate One. They continued to strain as Teammate One’s screams began to echo from the room. And they continued to strain as Teammate One’s cries suddenly faded and the room went silent.