#free scenario

[mercuryflan]

“Checkmate dance”

Just them walking around after one of their adventures.

[justforfunsiespost]

oh to be thrown around like a fuck doll and pinned down by my throat <3

[spicybeefu]

What if Pokemon & Animal crossing had a crossover game?!

Made in Blender with old PokemonXAC posts as my reference, mixed with models ripped from New Leaf.

[whumporama]

Something so obvious but so good; screams.

Just... a good scream.

When a stoic character finally breaks and lets out a scream, raw, painful, and loud

Screaming out of fear, backed into a corner with no escape or option to fight, when all they can do is scream

Waking up from a nightmare and screaming as they claw themselves back to the present

Screaming someone's name as there is no way to save them

A sudden, short scream at unexpected pain, clutching the painful area as they go down

A long, unending scream as they're tied down and hurt, no way to stop the pain, as if the only way to let it out is through this

A head titled back, screaming in pain as they can't stop the pain

Screaming in frustration, throwing something at the wall at the same time, letting out the anger

Screaming at Whumpee who has hurt themselves again, instant regret as they look up in fear

Screaming in victory, letting out all the fear, grief, sadness, and pain as they stand over Whumper's dead body

Screaming for help

Screaming for someone to stay away, don't come closer or they'll get hurt

Muffled screaming into a gag, as they're forced to watch someone they care for walk into a trap

Muffled screaming into a hand or arm, trying to stay quiet despite the pain

[knifearo]

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

[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.”)

[gravitysoda]

refusing an impossible wish and settling for one last game of chess.

[cirkkaa]

learn to trust

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

pspspsps come getcha bread

(this was the most photogenic loaf to come out of the set of four)

[miiiturix]

𝜗𝜚 ﹒﹒JJK photo dump﹒﹒𝜗𝜚

[weaksspot]

long as i am loving you you’ll never be alone long as you keep wanting me around

[shawtbredd]

The human's bold streak

"Ack-!"

There's a sound from your doorway, and you glance at the face painted with embarrassment through the reflection of your mirror, yours quickly taking on a similar pinkish shade.

"Mammon! Will you ever fucking knock?" You shout, turning to throw the eyeliner in your hand at the demon. It bounces off of the door as he hastily slams it shut again.

Huffing, you walk over to pick it up from the floor, returning it to your makeup bag. You wonder if he's still there, sulking behind your door, or if he only came to get you for breakfast before Beel eats everything. Standing in front of your mirror again, you slip on your trousers, but leave your shirt unbuttoned.

You trace the pact mark that spans the front of your neck, Lucifer's mark, to where it trails off between your collarbones. It glows at the touch, just faintly. Quiet mumbles come from outside your room.

"Mammon," You sigh, opening your door up again, "What is it?"

"I-," He says, before pausing at the sight of you, covering his eyes. "What the hell? Where are ya clothes?"

"I would have spent the extra minute to button my shirt, but you so obviously have something important say." You raise an eyebrow at him, hoping this might teach him a lesson.

Slowly, Mammon uncovers his face and keeps his eyes firmly on your own. You tilt your head, and he notices the mark on your neck glowing a steady hue of dark blue.

"Damn Lucifer…" He murmurs, gulping.

Then, a voice comes from further down the hallway. "What was that?"

Mammon pivots on his heel, his back to you, blocking your view of the other demon, and, subsequently, his of you.

"Hey, Lucifer! The human was just headin' down, nothin' to see here."

"…Right."

There's an uncomfortable silence, perhaps a stare off between the two brothers, but you just know Mammon is shaking in his boots.

Placing a hand on Mammon's arm, ignoring his jolt, you peek around him at Lucifer. "Right, indeed. I'm getting changed, if you'll both excuse me."

Closing the door on them both, you miss Lucifer's expression.

[intotheelliwoods]

Happy to have 2 Arms Left in the comp another year! While this isnt Sprouts first rodeo, its Poptarts first! Everyone give him a welcome :)

@tmntaucompetition

Bonus, featuring Poptarts bestie, because no one can convince me otherwise that Poptart will get overwhelmed with the amount of people- @dianagj-art

[whumporama]

Whumpee who is recovering after the whumpTM, but it's not going great. They're so frustrated with themselves, with their caretakers, just with everything. Everyone is so soft and understanding and it bothers them and they want to scream, but they know they should be grateful.

Until Caretaker comes along. Caretaker isn't 'nice' like the others, they don't take bullshit. They're good for Whumpee, but they don't baby them. They treat them like an adult with anatomy, and it's so refreshing for Whumpee.

"You want to stay up, fine. But you will tell me when you can't anymore, because if I have to drag you off the floor we're both in trouble. Understand?"

"Stop whining. What do you need?" (And then they get or do whatever it is without issues or judgement.)

"Want to tell me why you're doing worse today?" -- "No..." -- "Okay."

"Where does it hurt?" -- "It doesn-" -- "Don't give me that, I can see it hurts. Now tell me where."

Caretaker trusts Whumpee to know what they need, and lets them know again and again they won't take this nonsense of hiding their pain. They're practical, and kind, and Whumpee needed that.

[hiseyeisonthesparrow]

[through gritted teeth, with fists clenched]

When upon life's billows you are tempest-tossed, when you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, COUNT YOUR MANY BLESSINGS, NAME THEM ONE BY ONE, AND IT WILL SURPRISE YOU WHAT THE LORD HAS DONE-

[whump-in-the-closet]

Whump Tropes Associated with Weapons

Knife- "hold still"/ pressed up against a wall/ caught off guard/ manipulated/ "Ah, ah, ah I wouldn't do that if I were you"/ blood dripping off hands/ facial scars/ blade tracing over the skin/ the sound of whimpering but with no one to hear/ betrayal/ left for dead

Crowbar- gasping/ concussions/ broken ribs and fractured bones/ a tooth spat out/ glaring up at the captor only to flinch back/ "we can do whatever we like, we just can't kill you"/ massive bruises/ powerful enemies/ falling into the enemy's hands/ used for bait/ raw defiance that cannot be beaten

Bare Fists- friends to enemies/ "for old times sake"/ kicked while still down/ black eyes/ manhandling/ backhanded slap/ friends knowing exactly how to hurt the other/ thrown against a wall/ a civilized fight turning into a brawl/ forced to fight

Syringe- kept in a lab/ deprived of privacy and humanity/ drugged/ restrained/ inhuman whumpee/ reduced to a shadow of their former selves/ deemed a threat/ public humiliation/ "You've got the wrong person!"

Gun- clubbed with pistol butt/ tilting chin up with the muzzle of the gun/ "Don't move"/ kidnapped/ found in an alleyway/ shot through the leg/ cursing/ not worth the struggle/ losing hope/ fatal mistake/ running their mouth until told to shut up/ hissed threats/ the cold detachment of the metal against their skin/ flight fight or freeze instinct kicking in