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Late post bcs I had no signal, but here is day 3 of the whumperless whumper event!

"Like a record, baby."

Vertigo | struggling to stand | "Is the room spinning, or is it just me?"

Something was wrong with Grayson. Damian knew his brother had hit his head pretty hard on patrol, but he was still acting... weird. What was more concerning was the fact that he didn't remember hitting his head, or even coming home from patrol.

"I'm fine, Dami," he insisted, but Damian didn't believe him for a second. He was stuttering, swaying, and struggling to stand.

"I find that difficult to believe, master Dick," Alfred said, appearing seemingly from thin air. "Given that people who are 'fine' should be able to walk in a straight line."

"I can't go to the med bay. B would be pissed, seeing as this would be the third time this month," Dick said, rubbing his temples and leaning heavily on the wall.

"That is no good reason to ignore your well-being," he said. Dick stayed stubbornly silent. Alfred sighed. "At least sit down before you fall down."

Dick allowed himself to be gently guided to a chair, still unable to walk straight. His eyes began to lose focus as he sat down, and his face became pale.

"Grayson, I believe you should follow Pennyworth's orders," Damian insisted. His brother did not answer.

"Grayson?" He repeated. His brother did not stir. "Grayson, what-" he cut himself off when Dick began to convulse. Small spasms for a few seconds, before his back arched aggressively, causing him to fall off of the chair.

"Master Dick!" Alfred cried, lunging to catch him as he fell out of the chair. Damian ended up getting there first, catching Dick before he could hit his head.

Dick's back arched again, causing him to hit his head on the chair despite Damian's best efforts. He quickly moved to get the chair out of the way but found that Alfred was already on it.

"Master Damian, fetch master Bruce immediately," Alfred said, sounding like he was trying to be calm, but Damian could see right through it. Alfred was terrified.

It took a moment for the words to register. He hadn't been able to get his eyes off of his brother, who was still convulsing, foamy vomit at his lips.

The moment they did register, he took off towards the cave.

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The moment he reached his father, he began shouting.

"Father, you must help Grayson!" He cried.

Bruce turned to face him. "Is he hurt again? That'll be the third time this month..."

"He is seizing!" Damian shouted.

At this, his father's face grew pale, and he needed no further explanation. He rushed out of the cave, Damian trailing behind him.

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By the time they got to Grayson, his seizure had ended, but he still looked... wrong. He was panting, and while his eyes were open, they seemed to look straight through Damian.

"Grayson?" He said, kneeling down and gently shaking Dick's shoulder. He did not react.

"Damian," his father said, gesturing for him to move away from his brother.

"No!" Damian said, shaking his head defiantly.

"Damian, he needs the med bay."

"He... he will not answer me!" Damian cried.

"He's just had a seizure, Damian. He's gonna be out of it for a while, but we need to get him to the med bay so that we can figure out what happened and keep it from happening again," Bruce said.

"I believe I know what happened," Damian said as his father carefully cradled Dick in his arms. "When he returned from patrol, he said he had a head injury, but did not remember what happened."

"Dammit..." Bruce whispered, and dashed off to the med bay, Dick in his arms. Alfred followed them briskly out the door.

Damian was suddenly left alone, feeling bewildered. How had what he'd said changed the severity of the situation so drastically?

He ran after them, but when he got to the doors of the med bay, only Tim was there.

"Let me in, Drake," he spat.

"I can't do that, Damian," Tim said gently.

"Then I have no choice but to force you," he said.

"Damian, please," Tim said. "We can't help him with you underfoot. With me, Bruce, Leslie, and Alfred all trying to help him, there just isn't enough space. You do want him to be okay, don't you?"

It was a low blow, but unfortunately, Drake's logic made sense. Damian just grumbled and sat down on the floor. If Drake wasn't going to let him in, he was just going to wait right there.

And wait, he did.

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An hour later, he was beginning to get... anxious. He wasn't scared. He wasn't. Damian Wayne Al Ghul did not get scared. But after Grayson's... episode... okay, maybe he was a little scared, but simply because he didn't want to lose his big brother.

Unable to bear the anxiety, he burst through the doors, determined to find out what was going on.

"Damian-" Bruce began when he saw him.

"Let him stay," Tim cut him off. Bruce sighed in resignation.

"Where is Grayson?" Damian asked, not seeing his brother. Tim gestured to the curtain behind him.

Damian wasted no time in opening the curtain, revealing his brother lying still. He didn't look half as bad as he had before, but he was still pale, and there was now a tube coming out of his head.

"What is wrong with him?" Damian asked.

"His brain was swelling. We've got it under control now, but he could've died," Bruce said solemnly.

Damian just nodded and took a seat next to his brother. He appeared to be asleep.

"Grayson?" Damian said, gently shaking his brother.

"I would advise you not to wake him. He needs rest," Alfred said.

"Mph. Too late," Dick said groggily. "Is the room spinning, or is it just me?"

Damian smirked. "I will not dignify that with an answer."

Dick chuckled. "Are you okay? I heard you were there."

"Do you... not remember?" Damian asked.

"Nope. Leslie said that's normal, though."

"Oh," Damian replied simply. "To answer your question, I am fine. You are the one who is injured."

"I know," Dick replied. "It just might've scared you, is all."

"Tt. I do not get scared, Grayson. You know this," Damian said, but his voice still shook slightly.

Dick smiled at him. "I'm sorry for scaring you, Dami."

Damian did not answer. He would never admit it, but today had scared him. At least he knew his brother would be okay.

Oh hell yeah.

last fictional character in ur camera roll just adopted u

(Yes I did do this only because I want him to adopt me. Fuck off)

tags: @cryptidwithaninternetconnection @reggie-the-inferi @gingerbreadeel24 @pickupstyx

and whoever the fuck sees this

Thank you Pinterest for this gift of a picture, I had to draw it it’s so cute even if it’s rushed as hell. I unfortunately don’t know who the original cosplayers are but kudos to you bc that picture is so god damn cute

anyone else prefer whump without a whumper?? just me??

i mean like. there’s a whumpee and a caretaker + the rest of the team (if there is one). but no whumper

like. instead of the whump coming from a whumper, it comes from natural causes instead. so like sickness, weather (think whump involving hypothermia, heat exhaustion, getting sick from the rain, etc), events (like getting injured from let’s say a building collapse or breaking a bone or something like that)

THAT’S the kind of whump that really gets me going. no torture tropes, nothing like that. idk i just feel very much alone on this one, so i think it’d be neat if there were others out there who feel this way too

nightwing being hurt in the field, and over comms he can’t get out what was wrong, nearly in shock, and jason puts on his best batman™️ voice and says “robin, report.”

and it snaps dick out of it enough to say concussion, possible broken ribs, and a gash in his side.

no one talks about it, and then a year later, damian does the same thing to tim

happy Thursday the 20th

Green Lantern: You know, most Superheroes are cornered into the job by moral obligations because of how powerful they are, but... aren't you just like, a normal guy? Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you gave up the vigilante life to just take it easy?

Batman: Well--

Nightwing, suddenly vaulting into the conversation from across the room: No, no, NO, the last time we pretended to be a normal family for an hour, we played Trivial Pursuit and it ended with an arrow through the living room TV. None of us even fight with arrows. We're freaks that need to fight crime, don't take that away from us.

I have literally never used it since middle school

Reblog this if you had to learn cursive writing as a child

If you were ever told or were made to learn cursive writing when you were in grade school. I wanna see how many of you suffered like I did.

@whumpybobbert how tf did yk that whumperless was my favorite

I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks

welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course.

Image transcripts, tagging rules, and guidelines under the cut!

RULES

Any and all art types allowed (GIFs, drawings, music, writing, etc.)

No AI generated content allowed

OCs and Fandom works alike are welcome :)

Trigger and content tags required, even if the prompt explicitly requires the content (eg. Vomiting still needs the emetophobia tag)

NSFT and NSFW are allowed, if tagged appropriately. This blog will not reblog them, as minors do follow it. However, you're still free to write as you please :)

If enough interest is shown, I will make an Ao3 collection

Side note: please let me know if there's anything I can do to make this post or event more accessible. Should I put the image transcripts on the ID too? Is the formatting causing issues? What can I do?

This is not a contest, just an event. The only awards will be announcements for people who completed the whole darn thing. My entries will not receive any announcements or awards, because I'm hosting

TAGGING

Tag with, per example: #whumperless whump event day 1; #whumperless whump event; and (optional) #whumperless whump event day 1: alcohol as a sanitizer

Tag me (@whump-kia) please! If not, I may not see it or be able to reblog it!

If desired, tag the medium you used

Trigger tag and content warn (including nsfw/nsft)

IMPORTANT:

There are NO OTHER RULES. Do one prompt! Do seven! Do 'em all! Repeat the same prompt six days in a row! Switch them around and do them all out of order! Post them eight months after the event is over! Finish the prompt list early! Write one long-ass story that deals with every prompt or do a one-sentence drabble for each one! Recommend your favorite scenes regarding the prompt! Write, draw, sing, play music, make playlists, do fic recs or show recs or episode recs or book recs, fucking crochet or something! FOLLOW THE VIBE. DO WHAT'S FUN.

Prompts (text):

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”

Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”

Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”

White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”

Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”

A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”

It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”

I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”

Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”

In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”

I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”

The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”

Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”

Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”

That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”

Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”

I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”

Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”

ALTERNATES:

Seizure

Choking

Withdrawal

Mugged

Wild animal attack

Hangover

Strain/sprain

Broken bone

Bloody nose

Panic attack

Happy Pride!

Rich pregnant socialite: So we went to this clinic and let them manipulate our genes so we're 100% sure our child won't have any disease, he will have my hair and his father eyes and so much things we did for him! And you Bruce ?

Brucie: Found em in the trash. Except Tim, he found me in the trash.

put dick on a team and trust he will make sure they can perform as an acrobat troop

Unpopular opinion, but I rlly hate Jason Todd

The writers vs the fandom

He srsly has such a victim mindset sometimes, and no one ever talks about it

Bruce: My gray hairs are coming in.. maybe I should dye it-

Jason: I DIED ONCE

Bruce: …

Jason: IT WAS TRAUMATIZING

Bruce: Yes, it was for all of us

Jason: but not more traumatizing than for me I’m the one that DIED!! I DIED BRUCE!!

dick grayson really out there surviving bullets to the head while jason straight up died from a punch, plot armor is truly something

Who the hell voted for Jason

feel free to explain your answer

Dick Grayson being annoying is actually so important to me

@zorilleerrant uhm, actually he's, like, ten apples tall 🤓☝️

I attach evidence:

I'm not gonna stop clowning on DC until they stop clowning on us

a day on gotham twitter

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Gotta be one of my favorite genders

dick's been thru some stuff....

also,,, is it canon that dick has a stuffed elephant doll named after zitka...? or is that fanon?

re-reading the end arena scene in the first hunger games book and i really don't think the movie did it justice. katniss and peeta are literally covered in blood (fresh and dried), and dirt. their hair is matted, peeta can't even stand on his own. they’re both almost skeletons. when they realize the capitols going to make them kill each other peeta throws away his knife but katniss has so much ptsd she almost shoots him without even thinking when she sees him raise a knife, and then panics realizing what shes doing even though peeta is almost begging her to let him die. he's so close to death that he knows even uncovering his wound (which he does) will be letting katniss win. when katniss comes up with the plan to eat the berries the berries are FULLY in their mouths, and they can taste them before the gamekeeper call it off. and peeta gives her a 'very gentle' kiss (in katniss's own words) before they eat the berries. peeta passes out the second they're on the helicopter and katniss is so feral they sedate her from behind after she’s done screaming for peeta

everything about this scene is absolutely tragic and horribly painful.

It’s always nice to imagine the whumpee’s first shower after being freed. Warm water pouring down their scars, maybe after only having freezing water thrown on them. Scented body wash that pushes the memories of their cell far away. Maybe even the caretaker sitting just beside the tub, helping wash through knots and mats in their hair.