This Is Crazy :00 Thank You So Much @whumper-boi For Tagging Me 🥺

Shouting and protesting, character A is roughly held back as they’re forced to watch character B get hurt

Holiday Tradition - for White Collar H/C Advent 2017 :P

This is actually a GIF and you can check it out at AO3 :)

In light of all the snowy weather my area is having, consider:

Character A, their friends or their team following a trail of bloodied snow to find an injured and lost Character B.

Thanks for the tag, Dot :))

Yes I am a pale motherfucker unfortunately jdjdjsj

Tagging((with no obligation)): @straight-to-the-pain @probablyarmedpossiblynot @5000angryspiders @lektric-whump @lave-whump @spookyboywhump @starrysky-whumpfics @whumper-boi and anyone else who wants to

P.s. Sorry if I keep tagging you in these, I’m still pretty new here and I don’t really know many folk, just dm me or send me an ask to stop :))

@thedeductionmistress you would really like this one :D and @cosmicqueerlove, @quirkykayleetam, @maison-simon, @mercuryrosegarden, @himbotaako, @someallpowerfulforce and anyone else who wants to, give it a go!!

hi! am I allowed to continue off one of your prompts? (my whump blog is @lave-whump but this is my main :P)

Hi there, of course! I’m flattered aha, it’d be super cool if you’d tag me but it’s alright if not :))

miles “who’s morales” morales’s biggest weakness is the cover story

Mr. Peter Parker 👀👀

One of my favourite rare/underused whump tropes??

Locked in a freezer.

Especially those kind of ice chests?? Like freezer boxes?? Only just big enough for someone to fit in, not much room to move at all.

Someone beaten and shoved into one of those. The bad guy either locks it or shoves something heavy on top. Our character jolts their back into the lid, realising with horror that it won’t budge. Maybe they’re manhandled in, bound and gagged, praying for their friends to find them.

Or one of those walk in freezers in stock rooms?? Our character is moving some boxes around when whatever’s propping the door open shifts and the door swings closed, locked. Or perhaps our character is fighting our bad guy, who shoves them in and locks the door, making eye contact through the little window before leaving. Or maybe our characters friend or co-worker closes the automatically locking door, without realising someones in there.

Maybe I’ll go on about it another time but I think the concept is pretty niche, I never really see it

Whumpee played with their fingers anxiously, trying to get the strength to go to Caretaker.

They kept thinking about it. Almost a week ago, the nightmares had them up and screaming. Caretaker had come in, pulling Whumpee to their chest and carding their fingers through their hair, singing them to sleep.

That was some of the best sleep they’d had in a while. The reoccurring nightmares made them crave every single feeling of that night again.

They just wanted to have a peaceful night of sleep.

“Alright Whumpee, I’m heading to bed, you need anything?”

Whumpee was knocked out of their stupor, trying to catch up with what Caretaker said. “W- I’m sorry, what?”

Caretaker gave them a friendly smile. “I asked if you needed anything?” They then came closer, resting their hands on top of Whumpee’s fidgeting fingers. “Is everything alright?”

They opened their mouth, trying to form the words. The worst thing they could say was no, right? It really isn’t, a little voice in their head told them.

“Uh, can...” Whumpee couldn’t bring themself to ask. “Never mind, never mind, sorry to bother you Caretaker. Goodnight.”

Caretaker gently grabbed their arm as they turned. “Hey, what is it? You can ask me anything.”

“Uh, well-“ they took a deep breath. “CanIlaywithyoutonight?”

“Um... a little slower?”

Whumpee swallowed harshly. Then, in a voice no higher then a mumble, they spoke: “my, er, my nightmares are getting really bad. Can- can I lay with you?” Frantically, they added. “It doesn’t even have to be all night, it can be for like, twenty minutes, or you can just say no, it’s-“

They were cut off by Caretaker gently cupping their face. “Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”

Whumpee tried to blink back their tears. “I just didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You could never.” They then grabbed Whumpee’s hand. “You must be tired, come along.” They pulled them into the room, closing the door and turning off the light.

They crawled into the bed, Caretaker holding them in a spooning position, one hand in their hair and the other wrapped around their torso.

Their fingers fan gently through the locks of hair, making Whumpee melt in their fingertips.

“Goodnight Whumpee. I love you.”

The exhaustion of the last few nights quickly caught up to them, making Whumpee’s eyelids heavy. “I love you too.” They were out moments after.

i’m watching an art theft documentary and they’re interviewing this art history professor from new york who was asked to go with the fbi to authenticate a rubens that had been stolen but it was a sting operation so they had to pretend like they weren’t the fbi, that they were some private buyer about to pay $3.5 million for it, and the fbi was like “this is a VERY delicate operation because you never know how they will react to what you have to say so let the agent do all of the talking, don’t say a word to anyone just nod if it’s the rubens, the last operation we did the guy in your position got shot because things went wrong in a second” and then it cuts to the professor’s interview and he says “i wasn’t going to fly down to miami to be a part of an undercover fbi sting operation to handle what could be rubens’s aurora and just NOT say anything. i was gonna have to ad lib a little” and then he tells the interviewer that when he & the fbi agent got to the hotel while he was examining the painting he started lecturing the other people, first on how badly they had wrapped it, and then about like how it had been painted, the history of it, what the subject was and what she was doing, etc etc, and he was like “i hadn’t taught a class on rubens in 15 years, so for me it was like being back in the classroom except my students couldn’t leave”