#I like whump because like

[captainkirkk]

Another favourite angst trope: When a character is so used to being treated badly that they don't see anything wrong with it and talk and think about it very matter-of-factly

Until they meet the other characters and see how HORRIFIED they are every time they reveal another detail from their past

[95-6qrsk2rx9uq42069nnnnnjthewolf]

i think tim is high maintenance the way a boarder collie or austrialian shepherd is. like you have to make sure they're not only given space to expend energy but you have to specifically let them get the herding instinct out and challenge them intellectually or they start destroying ur home

[another-whump-sideblog]

“Why don’t you talk to Caretaker about it? I’m sure they didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“If I went and talked about it every time someone hurt my feelings that’s all I’d ever talk about.”

“…what do you mean by that?”

[hurtwithallthecomfort]

Caretaker had never been interested in having kids. At every family reunion, people would eventually come round to ask, “so, when do you think you’ll start having children?”

The answer would always be the same. Never. They’re a lot of hassle, and considering caretaker’s line of work, it probably wouldn’t be a safe environment for a kid. Then, eventually, the disgruntled aunts and nagging uncles would quieten down and go back to obnoxiously chewing on their food, occasionally making a snide remark about a cousin or nephew.

It was 2:43 in the morning, or so the glaring alarm clock said. Caretaker groaned slightly as they turned, half asleep still. Normally, they slept through the night with ease, routinely going to bed at a reasonably mature time, and waking up to the beeping of the morning alarm like clockwork.

But, this time, it was loud in the house. Quiet murmurs and tentative footsteps had woken caretaker up, purely from the fact that they simply weren’t used to it. Caretaker was happily single and childless, as well as not owning any pets or really being of an age where sleepovers were considered anything but childish. On any other night, the house was silent through and through, but tonight was different.

A knock on the bedroom door brought Caretaker out of their thoughts. A grunted ‘come in’ was all Caretaker could respond with, and as soon as the words left their lips, the door creaked open, and faint light poured in. It was Whumpee. Caretaker wasn’t particularly shocked - who else would it be? Still, up until noe Whumpee had been adamant that they were completely fine. When the team had found them, they didn’t whimper or sob or plead. They had to be grappled down in order for Medic to be able to examine them, and when they were told of the severity of their injuries, they simply denied ever even feeling bad.

Ever since Whumpee had been found, they insisted on leaving, and going ‘home’, though nobody was particularly sure where ‘home’ was, because when asked about family and friends, Whumpee had no answer. But, the team couldn’t just let the kid go, partially because they were far too young to be fending for themselves, and partially because this was the closest to Whumper they had ever gotten. Could they really risk losing their only clue?

Sleeping in the HQ wasn’t an option for Whumpee, they were tense back there, snappy and hostile. Staying overnight wouldn’t have done any good. Most of the team had to set off on an emergency mission that was far too dangerous for someone as fragile as Whumpee. Medic and Caretaker were the only ones who remained, and the former already had kids of their own waiting at home. So, Caretaker it was. They packed up Whumpee’s things, drove them for three hours to get home, and fought to get them settled in the usually abandoned guest room.

And now, they were standing in Caretaker’s doorway. Hesitant. Akin to a child standing at the foot of their parent’s mattress, shaky and looking for comfort after a harrowing nightmare.

“… couldn’t sleep..” Whumpee muttered, looking away bashfully, as though they were embarrassed that they were hurting to the point of having to reach out. Like it was the worst thing they could have done.

Caretaker didn’t react. Perhaps it was the tiredness. Instead, they shuffled and shifted in their bed so that they were upright, and patted down the other half of the bed. An invitation. Whumpee tread closer to the bed in the same way that a stray cat might stagger towards the scent of a stranger. Assessing risks.

It took them a minute to crawl into the bed, but when they did, they were quick to pull up the duvet, clutching at the blanket for warmth. Caretaker hadn’t seen the room Whumpee was being kept in, but based on the look on Leader’s face after they had found them (somewhere between horrified and distressed), they could assume that Whumper had never concerned themselves with Whumpee’s temperature concerns.

Caretaker hadn’t expected Whumpee to relax this much in their room. Sure, Whumpee had taken to them much faster than they had taken to anyone else, and sure everyone on the team had jokingly started calling them the team mother, but those were all jokes. Caretaker wasn’t a parent, and they had made peace with that. Their life wasn’t safe for a child.

Caretaker moved from their sitting position, now lying on their side under the mauve covers. Here, they faced Whumpee, whose eyes were tight shut, and their frail arms tightly shut around the firm, cream pillow. They looked so young; while nobody could find any documents regarding Whumpee’s real identity, it was easy to tell looking at them that they couldn’t be older than late teens.

Hesitantly, Caretaker pushed their hand out and brushed Whumpee’s hair out of their face, fingers gently skimming their forehead. It was hot to touch, like they were a flu-ridden child in the middle of a summertime heatwave. Caretaker couldn’t even fathom what Whumpee had been through to get here. But, if their meagre little townhouse in the middle if nowhere could provide some solace for them, then so be it. Whumpee could sleep wherever they wanted.

[biblicalbi]

Imagine a world where Obi-Wan survives episode IV and has to deal with another generation of disaster romances with the Skywalker family.

Leia: *falls head over heels with a dashingly handsome and very mouthy rogue who has more red flags than green*

Obi-Wan: “Oh no.”

Luke: *flirts with a stubborn yet extremely caring world leader despite the Jedi’s no-attachment rule*

Obi-Wan: “Not again.”

[asterisdumb]

so what if Vee was the first to get infected with the ichor but literally no one could have guessed because shes an electronic and she just thinks shes having normal bugs until its too late

[whumpster-dumpster]

Short stories are no less important than long stories. Writing a 100-word story or a 50-word story or a 10-word story or a 3-word story does not make you any less of a writer than someone who writes 100k or more. Your short stories are valuable too.

[whumpacabra]

A character waking up in bed, groggy and confused. They keep trying to turn off the alarm clock beside them - not realizing they’re in a hospital, and the alarm is sounding because something is wrong.

[hellofriendhawke]

I don't normally post fanfic ideas on here but I can't get this out of my head and I know I would never write it.

I've read some fanfics where Dick thinks about how Bruce's amnesia while he was in spyral could have been really disastrous seeing as Bruce had been his only point of connection to the outside world and his only way to get back up if he really needed it. There's probably a fic out there already like this, but what if he had really needed it? what if Dick failed his mission because Bruce was off in amnesia land and he couldn't get any help?

I keep thinking about if no one was allowed to remember him, not even his family. So when Bruce recovers from his amnesia, he still doesn't remember Dick.

Then a new villain, someone Bruce can't even pin down because no one knows his face. All Bruce can find out is that there's an evil organization out there looking for control, power, yada yada whatever. Bruce and his kids, and maybe other superheroes, work on tracking down the leader of spyral and despite never getting a good look at his face, there's something familiar about him. Something so familiar, it gives Bruce and the others headaches and they strangely hesitate to really hurt this guy.

And suddenly, Bruce remembers. He'd forgotten all about Dick.

With a burst of manic energy, Batman is searching through all his files during his amnesia stint, looking for clues as to what happened to Dick at spyral. At first, the rest of the batclan is confused at to what he's doing until they start remembering too and they start digging into OTHER files.

Suddenly everyone is grieving all over again and majorly pissed off at Bruce, but also glad that there's a possibility that Dick is still alive!

Idk where the rest would go like, would they forgive Bruce long enough to work with him again or at least until they got Bruce back? Would they abandoned Batman and work together to get Dick back?

Since its fanfic, I feel like you could obviously make it to where they some how get rid of the other person in Dick's body and bring Dick back but in my head, I kept thinking about how they could be so excited to get him back only to find out he is dead and that his body is just being puppeteered by some supervillain.

How awful would it have been for Bruce to have seen Dick DIE only to be resuscitated and then send him to his death. It would have entirely been his fault because he sent Dick there and left him with no back up plan if something happened to him like, idk, getting amnesia? I think the rest of the batclan would blame him for not telling them of this stupid stupid plan that made no sense, letting them grieve when Dick wasn't dead then causing his death and thus this second, arguably worse, wave of grief.

[another-whump-sideblog]

I'm getting whumperflies from my textbook's chapter on behaviorism. The cold, calculated way it talks about behaviors completely separate from the person doing them and the emphasis on reinforcement and punishment are just so very whumpy. Generally it uses attention as an example of reinforcement, which leads to stuff like "it's effective to avoid eye contact and conversation while restraining a patient so that misbehaving isn't unintentionally reinforced through attention." Like that's one of the whumpiest things I've ever read and it's in a psychology textbook. Imagine a whumper just completely ceasing any eye contact or conversation while Whumpee is being punished because attention is a reinforcer

Behaviorism is so fucked up

[deerfests]

Christian Slater in season 1, episode 10 of Dexter: Original Sin.

[mikakuna]

i am once again begging for jason fic recs but this time i'm gonna be more specific. pls plsss share any fics you guys have read that doesn't include pit madness, jason apologizing to tim, jason feeling bad about what he did to tim, or anything to do with tim. if it has to do with tim, i hope it's someone acknowledging tim's role in badmouthing robin jason (literally impossible i think) or them only having a relationship if it's not built on jason feeling guilty and tim being a baby twink

[suburbonlegends]

Hey I'm gonna go on a rant:

it's like. insane to me how much in "Front Man" Neal was just straight up lied to so that he could be put directly in danger. Agent Rice fully grills him, criticizing, dehumanizing (you're a tool in my belt, keep your mouth shut) Neal when he first talks to the dad so that she can cover up the fact that Neal almost found out that HE was the demands!!! She then belittled him into submission because if Neal did too much, you know, actual investigating in the case he was brought in on to help investigate, he would've found out that he wasn't actually brought in on good faith. He was brought in to be disposed of!! She brought him to Gless only to be like "See? I have him, he's the goods we can exchange for information." Neal was a living, breathing form of cash in a briefcase.

And then she lies, like almost immediately afterwards, to Neal telling him he's going to go undercover "clubbing." She went to Hughes that morning KNOWING that evening she was going to put Neal on the spit roast. She lied to Hughes, to Peter, to Neal at every step of the way. She heard Neal be like "oh yeah this man wants me dead" and was like yeah that's fine, I'm still completely okay with letting him have you. She picked Neal up from his home knowing fully well that there was a high probability of Neal not coming back (she would've been a fucking idiot to genuinely believe all Wilkes wanted was a face to face) and she didn't say a goddamn word.

Like I'm just so boggled by how orchestrated the betrayal for Neal was. And then she has. the. ever. loving. fucking. audacity. to come up to him at the end and be like "No hard feelings?"

and listen I know this whole rant is about Rice but fucking Peter at the end giving her the pass "In the end we got it done" because the show simply CANNOT allow for this episode to have long lasting repercussions even though it's like. by far the biggest betrayal Neal faces for a good chunk of the show. Peter went HOURSSSSSS not even knowing if Neal was ALIVE what do you MEAN "in the end we got it done" Neal was KIDNAPPED, TASED, BEATEN, NEARLY SHOT, nearly watched someone else get murdered in front of him AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

out of all the episodes that get the consequences pushed under the rug so that the plot can be pushed forward, this is one that hurts me a lot.

[futurealchemy]

with the amount of times hiccup has had dragons scream directly in his ears at a very close distance, it would be surprising if his hearing wasn’t at least a little impaired honestly.

[syncope-syndrome]

Prompts For When You Need A Whumpee To Fall Like A Sack Of Bricks

For when a slow and steady loss of consciousness doesn't quite cut it (but that's still good, don't get me wrong).

whumpee's still running on adrenaline when they bump into caretaker, nothing but smiles until they catch onto caretaker's horrified expression. they follow their gaze until they see the familiar stain of blood against their shirt. their shock drains the adrenaline from them, and before caretaker's even able to take a step forward their knees have buckled.

a sudden wound — a gunshot, a stabbing — and the pain lancing through them white-hot and agonizing. they're still processing what's happened to them, gaping like a fish out of water when they feel the ground slam into the side of their head. they're not sure when they fell, but every pulse pours out more red and reminds them over and over of why.

a caretaker running themselves ragged with just how many people are hurt or in need of them, unable to take a moment's rest for themselves. their vision starts to swim when they stand up but they ignore it, because it's not that bad yet and others have it worse. they're doing an excellent job pushing through, until they're suddenly not. their vision wavers a little stronger this time, and then into black, barely able to get out a surprised "oh" before they're on the ground.

bending down to grab something and not hearing the approach of someone from behind them. one moment, they're sifting through papers, a drawer, a cabinet — the next, there's a burst of horrible pain at the back of their skull and a deep, sudden darkness.

trying to climb out of bed after a broken fever — common sense tells them to stay in bed but they want a bath so badly. their body trembles the moment they move to stand, and they're barely upright for more than a few seconds before their weakened legs fold and they collapse in a pile of exhausted, aching limbs.

doing nothing, thinking of nothing until there's a bright surge of light and heat, white bleeding into black, so abrupt that it's not until they wake again that they even comprehend that anything happened to them.

[california-112]

The X-Files | S02E12 'Aubrey'