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sexiest thing a character can do is drag their past around like it's a dead body tied to their ankles

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He’s so pretty… I want him to be grievously injured

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Give meeeeeee

Ladies in distress. Bound and gagged. Tortured. Hurt in general.

Ladies being whumped FTW!

Reblog if you have ladies being whumped! 👀

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seems like all I’m worth is what I’m able to withstand

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Their broken masterpiece

Hero fell to their knees, their eyes hot with the forming tears. All they felt was pain and emptiness. How does one feel pain while feeling empty? Hero didn't know. They just knew that's what they felt.

"Please, kill me. You could turn my body into a disgusting pile of guts,I could be your masterpiece." They wanted to cry, but all that came out was laughter. They looked up at Villain, not to see amusement or joy, but to see horror, and something else, pity?- no, concern.

"No, Hero," Villain knelt down and pulled the hero into a warm embrace. Hero was started by this, and despite being weak, they attempted to pull away, but Villain wouldn't let them go.

Villain knew that the organization had broke their hero. Despite Villain's calm nature, rage was boiling in them, when the time was right,

They would burn the organization down until it was all ash. No one was allowed to hurt their hero.

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Bruh did I just get clocked wtf

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"i can't sit here and watch you kill yourself," villain says to hero, "you can't just keep giving up more to superhero because soon they'll suck you dry"

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i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die

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make my guy suffer this torture my guy that. nobody ever wants to whump women. what if i wanted to see her bloody and sobbing too

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CLONEBANG TIME!!!!!

ahhhhh it’s finally here. Thanks @clonebang for this wonderful event.

This fic was a massive group effort! Thanks to my beta reader, @2woodroses, for making this actually readable, and @phiguy, whose stunning art is linked here. Furthermore, thanks to all those who helped with medical accuracy, @snaillamp, @wounds-seen-and-unseen, and canadadry_eyes on AO3. I am annoying but y’all are amazing <3

Summary:

Together, Captain Tally and Lieutenant Stripes comand the 212th battalion’s medical company. Like all vode, they know the threat that hangs over their head, should they make too many mistakes or step out of line. So, when Kenobi falls mysteriously ill after an injury while under their care on Christophsis, they can only imagine the consequences. With the panic building, Stripes begins to doubt he’ll survive at all. Set at the 7th Sky Corps first Morbidity and Mortality Conference (M&M) and told through flashbacks, both vode must save Kenobi from future harm, and endure the ever increasing dread as the conference plays out.

I hope y’all enjoy! I’d love to hear was you think.

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I don’t have a posted DNI for a few reasons but in this case I’ll be crystal clear:

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From pet_foolery

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i wonder what whumpee‘s reaction is when they wake up. do they hate their friend, does their friendship irreversibly change and break. do they understand why caretaker did it. do they forgive them (maybe years later when they are doing better)? what is the price caretaker had to pay for the life of their friend?

https://www.tumblr.com/feverdreamsanddelusions/770199827204145153/76

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[tw attempted suicide, hospital setting, emotional whump, betrayal, arguments, death wish, forced treatment]

Caretaker was borderline falling asleep on the chair when they noticed the smallest of movement. Whumpee’s hand twitched, and when they looked at their face, they noticed their eyes flutter open. “Whumpee? Can you hear me?”

Whumpee slowly turned to look at them, confusion evident on their face. “Where… where am I?”

“In the hospital. How are you feeling?”

Tears sprung to Whumpee’s eyes at the words. “I didn’t die?”

Oh, that broke Caretaker’s heart. To think that Whumpee was sad to have not succeeded in taking their own life… To know they were the reason they didn’t succeed… “You didn’t,” they said softly, battling with their own tears. “I called an ambulance. They saved your life.”

“You— Why? Why would you do that to me?” Their tears slowly trickled down their cheeks as they spoke, and Caretaker could barely stand to see it. But they’d made the right choice, hadn’t they? They’d saved a life. “Didn’t you read my message?”

“I did. I did, I’m sorry, I know you said you’d be happier if I just left you to…” They trailed off, unable to even utter the words.

“Why did you do this to me?” they repeated.

“Because I love you. I love you more than anything in the world. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. I… I’m sorry you feel so… betrayed. But I can’t say I’m sorry for calling an ambulance and getting you to a hospital. I just can’t. I’m not sorry for that.”

Whumpee looked away, staring at the ceiling instead. It was impossible to tell what they were thinking. “They’re going to take me to a psych ward now,” they said quietly. “Lock me up, because I’m a danger to myself. I read up on it before doing anything.”

“I’ll visit you every day until they let you out,” they promised. “Whumpee, you need serious help. Help I couldn’t possibly provide.”

“There’s no helping me. This was my salvation. And you took that away from me because I was stupid enough to trust that you’d understand.”

“Whumpee…”

“Please leave.”

Caretaker froze. Logically, they knew this might be how Whumpee would react, but to actually hear it… “Please don’t hold it against me,” they pleaded. “I did it because I love you. I didn’t mean to break your trust, all I wanted was—”

“Leave.”

They swallowed, still not standing up from their chair. Were they making everything worse by not complying? “Can I come visit you?” they asked, voice breaking.

“I don’t want you to.”

Every word was another dagger to their heart. They nodded. “Okay. Then… Then, um…” They couldn’t keep their tears at bay anymore. “Sorry, I… Okay. I won’t come visit you, then. I… I love you. I love you a lot.”

“Bullshit,” Whumpee muttered, looking back at them. “As soon as they let me out of the psych ward, I’m going to go through with it, you know. But this time, I won’t tell you.”

“Whumpee, please, I’m begging you. Things can get better. So long as you’re alive, things can always get better.”

“I’ve waited decades for it to get better. I’m done waiting. Don’t come to visit me here, nor the psych ward. I’ll just do it alone. I can still barely believe you’d put me through this, but I’ll go through it, I’ll play along.”

“Put you through what?” they asked, tears streaming down their face, full of helplessness. “I just wanted to save you! I just wanted— I just wanted you to be alive! Is that my crime?”

“I laid it all out in the message, didn’t I? I don’t want to be alive.”

“How can you be so selfish?” they blurted out.

They’d never seen Whumpee so angry as when they said that. “I’m selfish? Get out. Get out, right now. You denied me my chance to go gracefully, to choose the time and the place, you signed me up for weeks if not months of being locked up just so you could feel like a knight in shining armour, and I’m selfish? I thought we were best friends. I was clearly sorely mistaken. I never want to see you again.”

Caretaker stood up, still sobbing. “Right. I’m a horrible human being for wanting my best friend to live. I’m sorry that you can’t see past the end of your fucking nose. I—” They cut themself off, realising that if what Whumpee was saying was really true, and they truly stuck to not visiting them, this might be the last time they spoke. “I love you,” they whispered. “I love you so unbelievably much. Even if you never want to see me again, please, just give life a try once you’re out. That’s all I want.”

Whumpee looked them dead in the eye, saw them bawling, and still their own teary eyes betrayed nothing but rage. “What you want has nothing to do with me. Not anymore. Go.”

Caretaker stayed for a few more seconds, desperately looking for anything to say that would change their friend’s mind. They came up empty. “Goodbye, then,” they said brokenly. “I love you. Please never forget that I love you.”

Whumpee didn’t say another word as they exited the room. Caretaker left the hospital, got in their car, and went home, still weeping all the way through it. They didn’t know what to do. There was nothing to do, it seemed. Nothing at all. They’d never felt so helpless in their life.

They climbed into bed and cried, thinking of all the memories they shared with Whumpee. Would they really go through with it? Would them calling 911 be all in vain? In the end, did they achieve nothing but break their friend’s trust and make them hate them?

They cried themself to sleep that night. And they would cry themself to sleep for many more nights to come.

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*taps imaginary microphone* endometriosis whump is completely underrated and needs more love, especially with stoic tough characters who feel like they're "not allowed" to be weak (bonus points if she's a lesbian)

YES omg there is so much value in whump related to chronic illness and it's underutilized! endo can be so painful and people tend to write off period pain because women are seen as weak (yes i know that not everyone who gets periods is a woman and there are plenty of women who don't get periods, but it's well established that women's pain is ignored so i'm simplifying) and our pain is much more likely to be ignored and seen as dramatic.

i really love the idea of a super strong captain with severe endo. the team has seen her take a bullet and walk it off but when her cramps are bad, she can hardly move. and yes there are indeed bonus points if she's a lesbian.