#bit of whump

[stitch1830]

ok but what if kanto had to fake his death (even to toph) because of some dangerous and threatening stuff and then when things were safe again he suddenly comes back and appears at toph's door??

i feel like toph would break down and wouldn't be able to stop crying and shaking after seeing the love of her life standing right in front of her, alive.

oh, and what if toph was the one who had to fake death and then suddenly appears at kanto's door?? what would be his reaction??

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask! :D

And interesting question... 0-0 Happy to answer!

For Kanto disappearing (faking death) and then suddenly returning:

Obviously, he'd have a good reason for it, because if he shows up at Toph's front door Not Dead, there's a 50/50 chance the woman of his dreams will kill him LOL.

I feel like in this situation, it would where Kanto leaves because it's dangerous, but also so that he can get the person that's threatening him, maybe even Toph. There would be a reasoning behind why he left, like a mission of sorts. Because I think that if it was just life threatening stuff and Kanto was worried about his safety, with Toph is probably one of the safest places haha!

But "losing" Kanto is really difficult for Toph. She feels like she lost a piece of her, and she's never going to get it back again. He's gone, and there's nothing she can do to bring him back. (Although I might argue that Toph would be one of those people that just refuses to believe he's dead and either tries to find him, find out why he had to leave, or demands that she examine his body to know for sure that it's him. @krastbannert wrote a prisoner of war fic that kind of encapsulates that vibe!)

When Kanto finally returns home, she doesn't believe that, either. She feels like she's being duped, that there's no way that Kanto is standing at her doorstep right now. But she feels his heartbeat, traces the lines on his face, feels his calloused hands, and it's him. He's back.

She'd probably pound his chest, scream in his face about him being a dunderhead and scaring her and breaking her heart and leaving her, but she doesn't mean it. She's just so happy that he's alive, that he's holding her in his strong and sturdy arms, that he's home.

Kanto never stop apologizing for leaving her, for hurting her. But he had to do it, and Toph understands. She gets the dangers of the job, although part of her wishes she was in on the mission, because she knows she could've helped.

Things take a while to go back to a normal routine, because Kanto has to explain to people that he's not dead, and Toph has to trust Kanto again. She doesn't not trust him, but she let him in and fell in love with him and thought she lost him. That's... it's a lot to deal with, and she sometimes struggles letting people in. Kanto works tirelessly to earn her trust back, and he's very patient with the process. He gets her on a level that others don't, and so he's not trying to rush into things. Plus, Kanto's a bit of an optimist. He tells her that they have their whole lives ahead of them, so he can be patient when it comes to finding their sense of normalcy.

If we were to add some more drama to this, imagine if Kanto "died" and Toph found out she was pregnant shortly after? 0-0 Capital D Drama!

For Toph disappearing (faking death) and then suddenly returning:

Very similar to Toph being the "survivor", but Kanto struggles to move on, to get over Toph's death. A lot of loved ones from his past have died, and Kanto never thought Toph would be one of those loved ones. She was so strong and powerful and smart... he never even imagined a person or a thing that could take her down. It's a shock to him, and I think he'd struggle to move on and try to live life without her. He knows what life is like with her, and that's all he wants.

So when she returns, at his doorstep, at the apartment they shared... He's in disbelief. He can't believe that she's there, that she's alive and okay and—

Toph probably rambles and starts assuming that he moved on and everything, but then he pulls her into his arms and just cries because she's alive—

It's a very teary reunion that's for sure.

I think Kanto would also struggle to trust right away, but he'd be able to let her in quicker than if it was the other way around. Kanto's very happy that she's back and he wants to know all about the mission that kept her away from him, and after hearing the story a couple of times, he's able to rationalize and understand the why behind the mission and why he was left in the dark.

Okay! I think that's all I have for this! Thanks again for the ask, Anon. If I missed anything or you have other questions, feel free to stop by :D Hope you have a great day!

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[koraesrambles]

BACK ON MY BULLSHIT :D https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/outcast-odyssey/list?title_no=933154

read the cool comic I write cuz it's cool and you'll be very impressed!

Featuring: Adalyia continuing to be too cool for school.

Devin being an angry boy

Blood spurts (very important, for my sake if nobody else's 😂)

Faces of regret

And also friends helping each other stand (I'm sure they're fine.)

Look how adorable! I'm so glad that nothing horrible or traumatic will happen to these innocent characters ever 😇

. . . someone should probably save them from me.

"Kidnapped and trapped on an alien world, Ricki and four other outcasts are forced to play a bloodthirsty game in order to get home." <- the plot

[kybercrystals94]

Another Whumptober 2023 throwback … fluff with a bit of whump 🫠

Flower Crowns

By KyberCrystals94

Read here on Ao3!

Whumptober 2023|Day 19|Prompt 19: Floral Bouquet

Rating: G

Words: 851

Summary: Wrecker helps Omega make a flower crown.

“Do you think we could make a flower crown?” Omega asks, plucking another blossom hanging low enough for her to reach from her perch on Wrecker’s shoulders.

“Sure, kid,” Wrecker says, “we’ll make you the prettiest flower crown in the galaxy.”

Omega laughs, handing the flower down for Wrecker to add to the floral bouquet he’s got in one fist, his other hand clutched around Omega’s ankle to keep her from toppling over while she reaches overhead. “Have you ever made a flower crown before?”

“Nah, but it can’t be harder than wiring an explosive,” Wrecker returns with a booming laugh. “Lot safer too.”

Omega giggles again, a sweet, melodic sound that makes Wrecker’s heart constrict with an emotion he didn’t even know he had in him until he met his little sister...a feathery light happiness that tries to burst out of him and fly away.

Another flower is passed down, and another and another. Wrecker takes a step every couple minutes, giving Omega new access to the bright pink and purple petaled blooms cascading from the wispy branches of a tree they found. While Hunter and Echo had gone into the village on a supply run, Tech, Wrecker and Omega went on a “nature walk,” as Omega called it. Tech preferred “research expedition,” and the two of them argued lightly over the merits of both titles. Ultimately, Omega won because Wrecker sided with her.

“You always side with Omega, regardless of the facts,” Tech complained, but his eyes betrayed the smile under his helmet.

“Only when she’s right,” Wrecker said.

Omega beamed. “And I am. Nature walk sounds nicer than research expedition.”

When they found the flowering tree, Omega immediately suggested making a bouquet of the flowers, saying they would look so beautiful in her gunner’s mount room. Tech ran a scan over one of the specimens and declared it safe to touch. He then promised he would show Omega how to dry the flowers so that she could save them later that evening.

“I am going to walk a little further on,” Tech said, looking down at his data pad. “Would you like me to meet you back here, or would you like to attempt to catch up to me?”

“I want to stay here,” Omega decided.

So, Tech walked on, promising to check in occasionally over comm, leaving Wrecker and Omega to gather her newfound treasures.

“I think we’ve got enough flowers to make a thousand flower crowns,” Wrecker exaggerates. The truth is, he can barely hold the bouquet in his hand without the risk of dropping some or crushing them at this point.

He feels Omega lean over his head to inspect their collection. “Hmm, we might have enough for nine hundred and ninety-nine,” she concedes.

Wrecker laughs and kneels so she can climb down from his shoulders. She takes the bundle of flowers in her arms, and they find a spot under the tree to begin the flower crown project.

Wrecker begins twisting the stems together like he would wire, folding and bending the ends together. Omega watches with wide eyed fascination for several minutes before making her own attempt. When her flowers refuse to be strung together, she drops them in her lap with a growl of frustration. “How do you make it look so easy?”

“Practice,” Wrecker says, winking his good eye at her.

Omega gives him a look. “You said you’ve never made a flower crown before.”

“No, but I’ve made plenty of explosives and Tech has me help him sometimes with the ship’s wiring. I guess twisting the stems like this is kinda like that. Just muscle memory.”

“Can you teach me?” Omega asks.

“‘Course I can,” Wrecker says. He pats the ground next to him, and Omega crawls over and leans into his side. Wrecker resumes his work on the flower crown, weaving new flowers and stems together with large but nimble fingers. He tries to slow down, exaggerate his movements.

Omega watches with adorable concentration, brow furrowed, mouth in a thin line.

“And we’ll tie it off like so,” Wrecker says, weaving the two ends of his flower chain together to create a halo. Turning, Wrecker holds the crown over Omega’s head. “M’lady,” he says and puts the crown over Omega’s blond locks.

Omega’s giggling smile absolutely melts his heart.

“Your turn,” he says, reaching out and picking up Omega’s abandoned project. “Let’s see what you learned.”

The second attempt goes better than the first; however, Omega’s flowers don’t hold together quite as well. She seems proud of her work nonetheless and stands up and drops the pink and purple thing on Wrecker’s head. “There. Now we match,” she says with a grin.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

The Marauder is quiet. Echo has first watch; Hunter is finally asleep.

Wrecker climbs up into the gunner’s mount room. He sits on the floor and stares at the wall where Omega’s dried pink and purple flowers hang. The ones Tech helped her make that warm afternoon a lifetime ago, when everything felt almost perfect for the briefest of moments.

He misses that feathery light happiness.

END

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[whumperofworlds]

Give meeeeeee

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

Ladies being whumped FTW!

Reblog if you have ladies being whumped! 👀

[booksandmate]

i know different love languages are a thing so it’s probably not this deep but i also like to analyze the way crowley interacts with aziraphale through the lenses of “you go too fast for me”

the way he never initiates touch, never gets too close, how he looks confused whenever aziraphale casually puts a hand on his chest or his back. i like to think that those words rearranged his brain in unthinkable ways and he has been careful since then not to make a mistake that would earn him such words ever again.

[eightcure]

Some Danny phantom sketches for the void

[xinyuehui]

My blood. Everyone wants it. ⸺

Love Game in Eastern Fantasy · 2024

[save-the-villainous-cat]

The hero let out a wet groan, pushing themselves up as the blood ran down their side. It was in itself a funny feeling.

It was a good feeling.

Absolutely no one in this rotten city was able to challenge them. Physically, they were stronger. Mentally, they were quicker. And their dedication, their devotion was like a holy prayer that guided them through their nights.

The hero knew it wasn't a good thing - the longing for a challenge, the desire for an opponent that could actually make them a better fighter. It was a dangerous wish and they had to remind themselves regularly why they were doing this job in the first place.

To do good. To be good. Not to find someone who was their very own nemesis.

However, with the villain's boot on their ribs and that brutal nature of theirs, the hero was struggling not to find this utterly satisactory.

"Yeah, right there," the hero wheezed. "Make me scream."

The villain tilted their head and tutted, nearly bored of the hero's games. They let out a sigh and grabbed the hero's hair, yanking them up.

Another wheeze.

And the villain crouched, holding the hero by their hair. Very close. Very intimate.

"Do you think I am stupid?" the villain asked. Their lips brushed the hero's ear and despite the pain, or maybe because of it, the hero could only concentrate on the adrenaline rushing through their body.

"No," the hero said. They had to grin. Sometimes, they wished they could devour the villain, that they could change them and ultimately, that they could control them.

The hero knew it wasn't right. They knew it wasn't good. But they had never felt this kind of obsession towards anyone. In previous relationships, they hadn't gotten jealous, they hadn't gotten angry. They had never struggled like this. They had never doubted themselves like this.

"I know your dirty little secret," the villain said. "I know you like me. You like this."

"I didn't try to hide it," the hero said.

"Not from me. But the public."

"What are you trying to...?"

"Oh, poor hero," the villain murmed. "See, the difference between you and me is, that I do not care about you. If this gets to one, just one flimsy reporter, the people will turn against you. I can ruin your entire career. Your entire life."

The hero had miscalculated. Obviously, they hadn't expected their nemesis to feel the same. But they also hadn't expected them to tell the public. To use the public against the hero. It was a little shameless. But the hero was even more disgusted by their admiration for it.

"So?" the hero asked. Losing the public was a detrimental loss, that much was clear. But was it even measurable next to the fights with the villain? Did it even matter? When the hero could feel this euphoric? This alive? When had the public ever made them feel that way? "I would still have you."

"I do not love you," the villain argued. "You're not as important to me as you think."

"Give it some time," the hero said. "You will love me, don't worry. Everyone does."

The villain simply laughed at that. It was nearly soft. Or maybe the hero wanted it to be. It didn't matter.

"I have to admit, I am quite interested in what you have in store for me. How will you act once the public calls you a traitor? What will you do when I refuse to fight you? You are-" with their index finger, the villain traced the hero's thoat "-so very unique."

"Is that attraction?"

"Obligatory interest."

"And you say you're not in love."

They stared at each other until, finally, the villain dropped them. They cleared their throat and tilted their head. But the hero swallowed blood when their head nearly smashed against the concrete floor.

"I like toying with you, that is all."

"Sure," the hero said. They clutched their heart, tried to breathe. Being close to the villain was a gift, no matter how much it hurt. The hero loved it, loved their words, loved their personality, loved the challenge. It was insane, the hero felt completely deranged. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

And the hero was excited. So very excited for the next weeks.

[whumpwordsoftheday]

"Hey, no. Look at me. Stop squirming... Just need to see that pretty face...ah there we go"

[shywhumpauthor]

A Whumper with fire powers branding their Whumpee not just with their name or initials, but their handprints.

Two palms scarred against either side of Whumpee’s neck, fingers wrapping around their throat in a collar that can never be removed. Hands on their sides, just below their broken ribs, a touch that will never relent. Fingers wrapped around their wrists in shackles that won’t be unlocked. A handprint against their face, cupping their cheek that had already suffered so many punches. The small of their back. A single hand just between their shoulder blades. Dragging down their thighs.

Just. Branded handprints.

[mischefous]

I had seen your "I have no mouth and I must scream" comic and thought it was fantastic. And then someone reblogged one of your recent whump requests, and it was amazing. And then I just started scrolling through your blog, and I love it.

If you're still taking requests, I would love some Legend whump! Magical exhaustion maybe, or if you're feeling it, stuck halfway in and out of his painting transformation

awwweee thank you @pokegeek151!

I went with Magical exhaustion hehe. I had the idea to give him a lil bit of a nosebleed. just like what happens to Eleven in 'Stranger Things'

and ohmahgosh that 'stuck halfway in/out of his painting form' is SUCH a good idea!!! unfortunately i have no idea how I would have drawn that XD. was almost imagining like- his top half is just hanging there stuck in the wall and the poor guy just fell asleep XD

anywaysss, i hope you enjoy!💙

CW! nosebleed

also yes I'm aware his bracelet isn't there. I tried to draw it on there but it just looked awkward

[ceruleanmindpalace]

Inktober No. 8 - Forced to stay awake

Sherlock in the cellar in Serbia.

From @whumptober 's promptlist for Inktober 2024.

I am flattered if you reblog, but do NOT post my art on other sites/social media or use in any other way without my written permission.

[rosyhoneydew]

“I almost didn’t.”

“What?” Tommy asks, rinsing off his toothbrush and turning to look at Evan in the mirror. He looks lost, almost.

Tommy himself is feeling a little thrown. They'd moved to the bathroom to settle down for bed a bit ago; and Evan had filled him in on the freak accident, the trip to the hospital, and how for the rest of the day he'd had a weird, unshakeable feeling.

"I saw the blade going loose. I- I knew it was going to break. And for a second I just... waited."

Tommy frowns.

"Sweetheart, you couldn't have known-"

"I think I did," Evan says. "It's weird. I know there's a million different ways that could've gone, but it was like I thought what if it hits him."

He looks down at where his hands are gripping the sink, his knuckles turning white at the force of it.

"I think I hoped it would."

Tommy reaches slowly for Evan's left hand, and places his on top. He doesn't try to peel Evan's hand away, just gives him the warm pressure of his touch.

"It didn't," Tommy says. "What it comes down to is, you saved his life."

Evan looks over at him, eyes pained like he's hoping to believe him.

"You're not someone who hurts people, Evan. You're a person that hurt people turn to."

Tommy shifts himself to lean against the counter and holds onto Evan's hips.

"Maybe you hesitated, or maybe you remembered to take a beat before jumping in head first? Isn't that what you said Bobby wanted for you? To think fast before you attack the situation."

Evan looks away briefly like he's reassessing the moment.

"Either way" - Tommy leans in to press a kiss at his cheek - "I know who you are. I don't have to have seen it to know what you did was selfless, and good." He brushes Evan's curls back a bit then, and gives his hip a squeeze before heading to bed.

Evan will be in soon, and he'll curl up to Tommy and kiss him deep, holding him tight as he drifts to sleep.

[erinmccomics]

Can't believe I'm Call of Duty posting but I don't get to pick the rot my brain gets infected with.

Most recent to oldest CoD doodles, including two of my favorite operators in the phone game, Roland and Iskra.

And a lot of Soap. Literally had to blow the dust off my drawing tablet but the brain rot was stronger than the burnout.

[sparkylurkdragon]

*gently shakes the whump community by the shoulders*

No no no. Stop that. Put down the morality snobbery. Down! Put it down!

We do not get to throw stones at the other harmless weirdos. We are part of the harmless weirdos.

Do not argue! Whump is weird. It's morally neutral and it is weird, like a lot of other morally neutral kinda-gross-to-outsiders weird things, such as, for example, furry fandom. And yes like furry fandom sometimes it's sexual and sometimes it isn't. Both approaches are just as weird and just as fine.

Embrace being weird and don't attack our fellow weirdos. One person's gross torture porn is another person's catharsis.

(We're the weird torture porn fandom we should know this aaaaaaargh)

[whumping-valentine]

We use being cold, hungry, and tired a lot in our writings, and that makes sense! Those aren't pleasant feelings, but what's not used enough is all of the other symptoms that can occur under those conditions.

Being malnourished not only causes the feeling of hunger, but can give you headaches, and make you feel weak, faint, sick, cold, and tired. It makes you irritable, unable to concentrate, and can even cause wounds to take longer to heal, while brusing much more easily. After a while you even develop an aversion to food, and don't want to eat. You feel nauseous just thinking about it, and breaking a fast isn't something you can do with a flick of your fingers. Your body isn't used to eating, and it may not sit well with you.

Not eating can also cause your blood sugar to drop, which is a whole entire thing in and of itself, and you don't have to be a diabetic to experience it. Low blood sugar is horrible 0/10 do NOT reccomend (but definitely do in whump!)

As for being cold, it can not only be uncomfortable, but it can make you feel physically ill. Especially when paired with a lack of vitamin D from low sun exposure. You just constantly feel sick, and may even begin to feel hot. It is absolutely FREEZING in my room all the time and I always feel sick. Horrible. Do it to your whumpees and tell them if they're good they can go outside and lay in the sun. That's shit's awesome when you're cold.

And of course, with sleep deprivation, it not only makes you drowsy, but it basically screws everything up. Your ability to think, your coordination, your strength. All you wanna do is curl up into a ball and go to sleep, no matter where you are. There's so much you can do with a tired whumpee.

The most fun thing about all of these is that they can generally go together all at once, inflicting symptoms of the others in an endless loop of torment. So yeah, go nuts! It's miserable!