Injury Prompt - Tumblr Posts
YESSSSSSSSS
*That moment of stunned "you just hit me!"
*A blow to the face of such force the receiver is thrown to the floor.
*BACKHANDS AND RINGS
*Whumper dealing one blow at a time just to watch the reaction with a kind of mad fascination, as if to record how quickly the body reacts to such injury (speed of bruising, swelling, discoloration, effect on other nearby organs/parts of the body, etc).
*Defiant whumpee finally getting under the skin of typically-calm whumper and receiving a slap or a punch. Not as hard as possible but enough to send a message. Could be a breaking point, could become even more defiant.
Injury Prompt #826
Hit on the face
YESSSSSSSSS
Story time!
Post-apocalypse Digimon fic I've played around with for YEARS. First attempt at writing something potentially adult/not suitable for young readers.
OC had gotten injured while on a supply run with a friend (dangled 300 ft by the wrist from a broken power plant smokestack), and the two had just returned to their community.
Friend's brother demands to check out her injuries before she returns to her little apartment. Patches up some cuts/scrapes and checks the arm for range of motion/whatever else. Tries to convince her to wear a sling; she refuses and heads home.
That night her alcoholic ex (passed out on her return from supply run) rudely wakes her up by grabbing a shoulder - THAT shoulder - and proceeding to-wait would there be any interest in actually READING this?
If there is enough interest I could prb be persuaded (encouraged) to post the chapter...not that I'm really any good it will take a LOT of encouraging, but I'm willing if you all are.
Injury Prompt #834
Hit against a wounded shoulder
Never written it but it's happened to me IRL.
Y'all it hurts.
0/10 would not recommend. 0 stars.
Injury Prompt #899
Stung by scorpion
Oh SNAP @jumper-zuzu
I've done this one but idk if I've made you read it yet.
...got it. Please keep in mind this is just a snippet of a chapter I wrote a long time ago for the digipocalypse story. I scanned it for basic editing/formatting errors but it's 5:30 in the morning and I can't be fucked lol.
CW: attempted rape, assault, violence.
"Naomi, get up," a loud voice demanded. A hand grabbed her by the left shoulder and shook hard, trying to wake her and pull her up to a sitting position at the same time; it ached horribly.
"Ow-what are you doing that hurts," Naomi mumbled as she came to. She tried to shrug the hand away; its grip tightened. A face suddenly appeared before her. She gasped sharply and jumped.
"What the hell is wrong with you? It's me!" The voice growled. It was Lukas.
"I-I'm sorry, you just startled me, and you're hurting me. Let go!" She tried to grasp the back of his hand with her right and pull it away; it didn't budge.
"Where the hell have you been? I heard you got back hours ago." His voice was quiet. The underlying malice frightened her even more.
"We did, I-I mean, well yeah, we did, I went to the Medbox to drop off supplies and get my arm patched up afte-ah!"
A swift blow to the face cut her off. A backhand to her right cheek, the gaudy class ring he always wore dug into her skin. Her head snapped to the side. The strike overwhelmed her and tears filled her eyes. Her breath caught as he pushed his face into hers, noses nearly touching.
"You're really gonna sit there and lie to me?" He asked coolly.
It was then she felt his breath on her face...smelled his breath on her face...old tobacco and paint thinner.
"You're drunk..." she whispered through hitched gasps.
"Maybe I wouldn't have to drink if you'd just COME HOME WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO," Lukas roared. He stood up, yanking Naomi by the shoulder to the floor.
Naomi shrieked in pain, scrambled to put her feet beneath her but was disoriented by pain and darkness. Light flashed fitfully through the small skylight in the room.
'The door...get to the door.....' she thought as she tried to crawl toward it.
"Ohhhohohohoho," Lukas laughed. The sound of it made Naomi's blood run cold. "Where do you think you're going?"
Her right ankle was crushed to the ground under the sole of a booted foot. She screamed again.
Another flash of light came from the overhead window brighter this time, and over the sound of her own crying and Lukas' heavy breathing she heard a low rumble.
"Three days, Little Bird," Lukas murmured menacingly.
Naomi shuddered in terror at the sound of her father's pet name for her in the mouth of her ex.
"Three days you've been off with another man thinking I wouldn't figure it out. Are you really that STUPID?!" The last word boomed from his mouth louder than the approaching thunder. He stood full-weight on her ankle for a brief second as he took a step forward.
"That's not what happened!" Naomi cried. "We went to find supplies for the camp! That's it! And even if I did find someone else. You haven't been my boyfriend for almost a year! You're paranoid! Tanner was right! You're-"
Her sentence was suddenly stifled by a sweaty, clammy palm across her nose and mouth, her slender 5'6" frame dwarfed and pinned by 300 lbs of athlete-turned-alcoholic bulk on top of her.
"SHUT UP!!" Lukas bellowed. He panted heavily. His eyes seemed bloodshot and took on a beast-like quality. His lips curled back, teeth gnashing together with rage. An inhuman roar erupted from his mouth.
Naomi squeezed her eyes shut. He seemed to shout for hours. She tried to look around for something-anything to fend Lukas off with. His hand on her face limited movement. Her arms flailed about the floor, grasping, searching for anything. Her fingernails clinked against glass.
She felt the neck of a glass bottle, grasped it in a shaky hand as Lukas leaned down to her ear.
"If I can't have you..." he whispered. He removed his hand from her face and Naomi let out a strangled sob. His thick forearm slid against her throat, pressure just beginning to cut off her airway. His free hand fiddled with his belt.
"...then I'll just have to take you." He paused as he struggled to push his pants down with one hand. Naomi took the momentary distraction to swing the glass bottle as hard as she could at Lukas' head.
The half-full bottle 'THUNKED' square on the side of his head. The blow stunned him just enough that he rolled sideways off of Naomi. Naomi scrambled to her feet. Lukas' careless hands flailed about trying to grab her but she swung wildly behind her with the bottle, connecting again with something hard. Once the grasping hands fell away from her she dropped the bottle, which shattered, and bolted out the door.
Injury Prompt #1115
Hit with glass bottle
Okay porn bots and actual users
I do want to post my art on here more. I do have an art tumblr I also abandoned but good lord do we really need to see my old art
So since this is a more whump blog, I do want to try and draw whump stuff more. I'm currently working on like a small comic sort of thing with my main character trying to deal with his trauma and negative emotions that trauma comes with.
