#More whump

[simsir5]

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?

“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”

And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

[whump-in-the-closet]

Five Types of Living Weapon Whumpees

The guard dog -> loyalty has been ingrained into their bones, following their handler around like their shadow. No one dares stand against the organization because of the legendary dread surrounding this living weapon. They hardly say a word but every movement is calculated, eyes always darting, always watching. (“You always were their lapdog.”)

The loose cannon -> dangerous for both sides. Always talking back and never predictable, their value is dependent on their skill. If it wasn’t for that, they’d be dead a long time ago. Their loyalty is earned, not bought. No one wants to be on their bad side, walking on tip toe whenever they show up. And they enjoy it. (“What’s everyone looking at? Aren’t you happy to see me? I even brought my rifle!”)

The broken down -> most common type of whumpee I’ve seen. They’ve been overpowered and forced into the commission. They hate their handler more than anything else but see no way out. When they’re told to shoot, they don’t even blink. It’s always “yes, sir” this and “yes, sir” that. If they feel any sympathy, they don’t show it. They’ll do anything to avoid punishment and flinch at quick movements. Nothing they face on the field is worse than the cards they’ve been dealt. (“I understand, sir/ ma’am. I-I’m sorry.”)

The dissenter -> Usually recruited into the organization or joined as a last ditch option. Not necessarily against using their abilities or skill, they just hate being told what to do. As time goes on and their disobedience is punished over and over again, they grow reluctant. Bitter. With every order, they slip in a snarky comment. Roll their eyes. Anything to assert their own identity. Or what’s left of it. (“ah ah ah, you didn’t think i’d notice? The middle finger was a bit much. I’m afraid it will have to go.”)

The ghost in the machine -> known only by their codename by outsiders and by their number in the organization, they’ve been stripped of all humanity. They live, breathe, and think by their handlers orders. They’ve been told over and over again that they are just a weapon. And a weapon does what it’s told. Their anonymity is attached to the organization in the same way a gun is simply an extension of their arm. But at night they still stare up at the ceiling with a blank stare— did they ever a life before this? They can’t remember. (“It’s not like it’s a person. It doesn’t have feelings like that.”)

[grey-viridian]

Twins Angst My Beloved

[metukika]

day five: whump | separation

mogamiland inspired au.

[day one] [day two] [day three] [day four ] -- [day six] [day seven]

[scealaiscoite]

‧₊˚ 🪦 ✩ unsettling dialogue prompts

¹⁾ “i’m not crazy! someone’s been in here!”

²⁾ “someone’s standing outside the window.”

³⁾ “i don’t know who sent you that, but it wasn’t me.”

⁴⁾ “i locked this door when i left; i’m certain of it.”

⁵⁾ “i can hear footsteps.”

⁶⁾ “the dog’s barking like crazy, will you go see what’s wrong with him?”

⁷⁾ “that car’s taken every turn we have for the last ten minutes.”

⁸⁾ “did your phone just lose signal too?”

⁹⁾ “i, uh- i don’t remember telling you that.”

¹⁰⁾ “letter came for you- no stamp, though. i think it might’ve just been left at the door, weird as it is.”

¹¹⁾ “upstairs has been banging on the ceiling all damn night, i haven’t slept a fucking wink.”

¹²⁾ “i think someone’s slashed my tires.”

¹³⁾ “i know it’s late, but i need you to come downstairs and meet me out front. someone’s following me home.”

¹⁴⁾ “i don’t know anyone by that name. you’re sure they knocked and asked for me?”

¹⁵⁾ “yeah, because someone sending you a bouquet of the flowers you’re deathly allergic to is definitely not something to worry about.”

¹⁶⁾ “no, no, please tell me you didn’t let them in. the landlord said she’d come and fix the faucet herself, that she never calls in contractors! no one has any reason to be in there!”

¹⁷⁾ “that’s weird, i could’ve sworn i closed the curtains when i left this morning.”

¹⁸⁾ “that car’s been out front all day.”

¹⁹⁾ “i just moved in, i haven’t given anyone the address yet.”

²⁰⁾ “what are you on about? i’ve been in bed since nine, i didn’t text you to meet me anywhere.”

[thechaoticfanartist]

Things about crying I'd love to see in more whump:

- Being tired. Even if they weren't tired before they're tired now. Crying takes energy. Sometimes they sleep easier after crying.

- Eyes hurting. It may just be me but sometimes eyes can hurt after crying. It's not talked about enough.

- Dried tears!! Whumpee who has cried but can't/ doesn't wash their face and so now they can still feel where their tears have dried and their skin is uncomfortable. Perhaps hurting/burning to tie into the last one.

[dragonpyre]

We need to talk about the drawbacks to super healing more. Healing takes a LOT of calories. If it happens all at once, you're 1) gonna drain your energy, and 2) probably gonna lose a little weight. Also, healing too fast is why humans get scar tissue (partially). And not to mention blood clots can end up happening as well.

So basically, as nice as it would be to walk off a stab wound in like a day, there's gonna be a LOT of consequences

[fineiguessimintowhump]

"Oh, just fuck off."

There's nothing unusual about Whumpee cursing Whumper out, nor is it strange for the latter to punish them for it. What is unusual however, is for Whumpee to flinch away from Whumper's hand. It stills in the air between them, while Whumper's lips slowly quirk upwards.

"Are you... scared of me?"

Whumpee swallows, forcing themself not to look away. "You don't scare me, you pathetic-"

Whumper's hand suddenly moves, and there's nothing Whumpee could do to stop their head from twisting away, eyes closing.

It never reaches them, Whumper's chuckles spreading through the room instead.

"Oh, you really are!"

[whump-in-the-closet]

characters who’s identity revolves around their purpose, defined by something or someone else. By the prophecies, by their service; the lapdog, the weapon, the chosen one. And then there’s a moment of softness, a complete breach and utterly human— they cradle their head in their hands, they bend to pick up a cat and hold it tight, they slump against someone’s shoulder, completely trusting for the first time

thank you that’s it. exits stage and screams.

[loonybun]

i think we kind of underutilize how terrifying stalking is in whump. like usually when a character is stalked in a story its moreso just a detail in the background leading up to the main story where they’re abducted. but stalking in itself, especially when the whumper is good enough to not be caught, but still wants to be noticed to some capacity (leaving notes, stealing, etc) is absolutely terrifying and i think should be expanded upon more. just the complete invasion of privacy, the never-ending paranoia, all of it.

[whatiswhump]

“He’s responding very well to treatment. He’ll be groggy for a while still but soon I don’t think he will require physical restraints.”

[miidnightzone]

thinking about pre-canon andrew, who wakes kevin from nightmares even though he's heard you aren't supposed to do that. let the person wake up themselves otherwise you'll make it worse, they say. but if dogs can be trained to wake their owners from nightmares, is it actually wrong? andrew won't pull against this leash.

when kevin wakes, thrashing and choking on the end of a scream, andrew presses a hand to his sternum. dares that stuttering chest to fight back against him and just, "breathe." he near-whispers, looking back into kevin's wide, unseeing eyes, "it's andrew." 

it takes a moment for kevin to collapse into the couch like a puppet with all its strings cut. it takes even longer after kevin falls back asleep with tear-stained cheeks for andrew to pull away from where he's caught by the sleeve of his sweater. the striker's fingers gentle, so loosely held like he knew it would take no effort at all for andrew to escape, but nonetheless wanting. 

when morning comes, as always, neither say a word about it.

[girlsdogmotif]

more random whump things i live for

snapping and pointing (not utilized enough imo) particularly in the presence of others to humiliate whumpee

“What did I just say?”

“…Are you done?”

whumpers that mock whumpees like school bully kind of whumpers that are clearly just insecure assholes that want to take it out on others but god are they good at making you feel like shit

really any manhandling but recently been loving subtle manhandling like pushing whumpee by the nape of the neck or tightly squeezing a shoulder, wrist, or arm

also such a cliche trope but dragging someone back by the ankle in a brawl or just in general UGH THATS THE GOOD SHIT

slapping. just randomly or after whumpee says something that doesn’t seem to really deserve that kind of punishment and it catches them off guard. also love repeated slapping until whumpee caves that gets me EVERY TIME

a calm smug whumper snapping and just beating the shit out of whumpee the anger that was swirling under the surface finally coming out and it’s fucking terrifying

two whumpees are captive but one of them has been with whumper before and is an entirely different person than the other whumpee has ever seen them. they’re meek and scared rather than strong and confident

bonus points if whumpee 1 is an older sibling/mentor role to whumpee 2

whumper is whumpee 1s mentor/parental figure, or lead detective/cop/warden who has been trying to recapture a criminal whumpee after they escaped or got out, also works well with hero villain whump (i particularly love this one due to originally finding whump through newsies fanfic don’t judge okay)

[veny-many]

Warning: threatening harm and abduction to children, human trafficking, slavery, warcrime and implied genocide

After Order 66 executed, Dorin also became dangerous place for Force sensitives.

Kiv(I borrowed this name by @dukeoftheblackstar and @saengak) was with his baby brother, who is still in egg, but already feeling the distresses through the planet. Their families hidden them away from Empire, because when Sith Lord started to hunt down the Force sensitive peoples, the many Force sensitive Clans became easy targets for them. The Imperial army were hunting down the clans, arresting and interrogating them if they are Force sensitive or know about other members. Many Baran Do Sages and their clans were hidden in shadows already, but Kiv and his family were unfortunate ones.

He tried to be brave, for his baby brother's sake, but whenever he hear other Kel-Dorian's screams and crying for help through their telepathy, Kiv almost sobbed while he is crouching in hidden room of his clan's bunker.

And then, there was an loud sound with noise from bunker gate cracked down. Kiv held his breath, closing his eyes and hugging egg with his small body, desperately praying to winds to protect them, protect his baby brother, who was almost about to hatch out to cruel world.

More aggressive footsteps, armors clicking, dragging and throwing furnitures, and then one footsteps came very close and stopped.

Trooper shaked the door. And finally broke it. And revealed the hidden children in bunker.

When Kiv tried to watch the intruder through fear, he could see the clone with gray armor. The Wolf symbol drawn in his helmet. The decoration almost look like weeping with tear. Kiv never could forget that soldier. Even after what happened to them, and what is happening right now.

Clone just stared to brothers, with no words, or even attempt to drag them from small room. Kiv carefully tried to connect to trooper's mind, but there were full of despair and rage and grief and... fighting with something... really dark..? Kiv never seen this mind condition before. It's like two sided force are fighting each other in one mind.

More footsteps. Another person stood by Wolf. He was not a Wolfpack, Kiv easily realized, due to the lack of clone armor and gray color, he must be the not-clone commander.

"What are you doing, soldier? Just get it out and throw them in shell already. They gave me so much trouble."

Kiv defensively gathered his brother in his arm, but clone doesn't responded. After the moment of silence, the clone finally whispered with trembling voice.

"Good soldier follows order."

Commander looked at him, and rolled his eyes, mumbling about 'stupid clones' and approached to Kel-Dorian children. Kiv crouched to room,s corner, away from Imperial soldier.

"<Don't hurt him! He's just baby!>"

" Stop screaming that some kind of stupid noises, you ugly creatures. I will drag you to shell myself, and you will be good slave for Empire. I might keep that egg for booty, since it is rare to have alien eg..."

Before he could finish his word, commander collapsed to floor with smoke in his backhead. Boost breathed heavy air, and looked down his former superior. And then he looked the children he saved. The children, who once met on visit for Dorin, right before the Order 66(they had received another mercy mission for Dorin, which they accepted with no hesitation. For their Plo traitor?) The boy, who allowed him to communicate with his baby brother still in egg. The boy, now staring him with eyes full of fear, Boost could see it despite the goggles. No, he could feel it. With the connection he allowed to accepted from child.

Boost carefully approached to kids. Kiv didn't struggled or screamed anymore, just looking Boost with caution and little hope. When finally Boost knelt down in front of the children, Kiv threw himself with his brother to Boost's arm, who reflexively hugged them back to his protective arms.

.... and that's for today. I need to sleep... sory...

I draw this to make commission samples, and somehow now I'm thinking about these boys' whump au(again you diseased mind)