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Day 23: What is your favorite type of whump setting?

in terms of temporal setting, I really enjoy present day stuff - I enjoy the familiarity of the setting, and in terms of writing I don’t have to constantly google shit like ‘when was the cotton ball invented’ (real thing I’ve actually done). that being said, I do also like historical, particularly wartime, situations. anything pre-1900 is usually a bit too early for me though - I like some degree of modernity. favorite historical time periods for me include WWII and the cold war.

going for place, I like urban settings most of all. back alleys where the whumpee gets beaten up out of sight of passerby, bustling streets for them to stumble through with a gunshot wound hidden beneath their jacket, abandoned buildings to explore or be tortured in, cars to be hit by, the list goes on. I generally love any setting that feels real, and cities are so good at that. they’re gritty and dark at the right times, but they’re also places where whumpee & friends live and work and exist, yknow?

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Requested by @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud with inspiration by @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 . A current post they made about lab Whumpee being sold by Whumper after being told they were getting killed by Whumper. -MJ

"I've decided to grant you your request", Whumper started to talk before they even stood in front of Whumpee's cage, "you are taking up too much room. Room I need for a newer, better experiment. Enjoy your next few hours, they will be your last."

Whumpee stared wide-eyed at them until Whumper walked away... chuckling with amusement.

"This will be... okay. I-I asked for this, yes... so why am I scared at the thought of dying", Whumpee whispered to themself.

Whumpee brought their knees to their chest and buried their face.

They wept until a few guards came to grab them.

"May I... may I take my teddy?", Whumpee whispered as the guards opened their cage.

"That's fine", they stated gruffly.

Whumpee led the way to the lab. They tried to hide the fact that they were shaking. Their legs felt like jello. They felt the guard would have to carry them in a few minutes because of how weak they felt.

The lab door opened.

Whumpee gulped as it all came to them... this was their last time doing this. They relived every experiment they survived.

"Are you ready to be put to sleep? My little lab rat", Whumper smirked, "you've done your job well, but it is time."

Whumpee gulped, but nodded.

"May I have one more treat before you kill me?", Whumpee felt the guard bump against them to make them move forward.

"I suppose that could be arranged", Whumper nodded.

Whumpee was strapped down to the table before Whumper stuffed a treat into their mouth.

"Alright just a few more things to prepare and we will get started", Whumper walked away.

Whumpee strained to watch everyone while they chewed on the candy treat.

"Quite nosy little rat", a scientist studied them, "curious on how you'll die?"

"Sorry, I uhm. Was just nervous", Whumpee admitted.

"Alright we are ready to go", Whumper carries a syringe with a long needle to Whumpee and shows them.

"This will end everything", Whumper almost sings happily, "are you ready?"

Whumpee whimpers a little but nods.

"Aww so brave", Whumper grins.

Whumper pulls Whumpee's sleeve up, accidentally bumping Whumpee's teddy and knocking it to the floor.

"TEDDY", Whumpee yells as the needle enters their arm and empties under their skin.

Whumpee's eyes instantly begin to flutter open and close. In their blurred vision, they see their stuffy dance in front of their face before it rest on their chest.

Whumper watches for a few minutes until they are certain Whumpee is asleep.

"Prepare them. Their buyer will be here in an hour for them", Whumper wipes some hair from Whumpee's eyes, "I'm gonna miss my little rat, but I've finished with them. They deserve to have a nice retirement."

"That was evil to make them think they were dying though", another scientist commented.

"I had to get one more out of them", Whumper frowned, "trust me what I just did is about the best thing I could do for them. Carewhumper will give them a good life. Better than what I would give them for their retirement."

Whumpee knew they were unconscious... it was a weird feeling to them. As though they were floating in darkness, not really existing anywhere, but still alive.

"I-I'm alive?", Whumpee came to the realization, "I-I wonder what they're doing to me right now. A mean prank, but I suppose I shouldn't expect anything else from them. I hope they don't alter me to much."

Whumpee started to feel themself being pulled to wakefulness.

Whumpee blinked tiredly a few times as they became conscious.

"Oh are we coming to?", someone gently petted Whumpee's face.

"Mmm" Whumpee moaned.

"Come on dear", the person's voice coaxed, "I'm ready to meet you."

Whumpee finally squinted their eyes open, but quickly closed them.

"Oh, to bright", the voice chuckled.

Whumpee could tell the light was dimmed. They opened their eyes to watch someone sit down beside them.

"Wh-who are you?", Whumpee whispered.

"My name is Carewhumper. I'm your new master dear", they smirked.

"New master?", Whumpee was visibly uncomfortable, "but doc said they were killing me... I thought I was dying."

"Yes they had mentioned that. They wanted to poke a little fun at you before I received you. I purchased you from Whumper. They said they were retiring you from being a lab rat, and I offered to purchase you."

Whumpee listened quietly... they tried to understand what was being said, but everything felt fuzzy.

"I can see you are still confused, and it may be that strong drug you were given. Let's go over a little more of this information when you feel better. Just know that I own you now, and that's that."

Whumpee nodded.... knowing they had no idea who this person was and what they were capable of. Also knowing they had no way out.. this was their life now.

"How about you lay down and take a nap. We'll have dinner ready in a little while. Maybe by then you'll be thinking a little clearer", Carewhumper stood.

Whumpee looked over themself as the sheets were pulled up to cover them.

"Wait am I...how did I get cleaned?", Whumpee marveled. Whumper really didn't care how dirty Whumpee was. Whumpee was often given a damp towel after experiments to wipe off with. They hadn't had a bath in a while.

"I went ahead and bathed you while you were unconscious. You were quite filthy, and I didn't want to dirty your bed. I really didn't plan on you coming to me with so much filth. I would have better planned had I known", Carewhumper sighed, "I didn't take advantage of you. So don't concern yourself over that. I just needed to get the lab and experiment remnants off of you."

Whumpee studied how clean they were.

"I haven't had a bath in so long", Whumpee whispered.

"You can have as many baths as you like", Carewhumper smiled, "you will be my pampered pet, I'm sure you'll enjoy your new life. So long as you follow my rules."

Whumpee nodded then yawned.

Carewhumper chuckled, "as I said we will go over that stuff when you seem more awake. I'm glad you seem to accept your new position as a pet."

Whumpee nodded again, "I understand my place in this world. I am whatever my master asks of me. That's what doc trained me to be. You own me now so I will try my best."

"Excellent... that's all I need you to do", Carewhumper finished covering Whumpee up, "get some rest. I'll let you know when dinner is ready."

Whumpee settled for a few moments before jumping up.

"Teddy", they scrambled to search for the toy.

"Oh hey, okay okay.. settle down", Carewhumper held onto them gently.

Whumpee started to panic. They took quick shallow breaths.

"Teddy?", Whumpee squeaked.

"I believe you are asking about the stuffed animal, yes?", Carewhumper gently rubbed Whumpee's shoulder.

Whumpee quickly nodded.

"Whumper told me the importance of that item, but it was in a worser state than you wer...."

"You didn't throw them away?", Whumpee cut Carewhumper off, "please I-I need them."

"No no, but I did hand it to a maid for cleaning", Carewhumper smiled comfortingly, "they know the importance of the item and will return it as soon as its ready."

Whumpee tried to hide a quivering lip.

"It's alright, I will return them to you when they are nice and clean", Carewhumper repeated before standing up, "you may rest now, but I suppose you would like to look around your room. This entire space is for you. I'm sure you'll enjoy the extra room. Definitely more than your cage you lived in for so long. You can decide. I'll retrieve you for dinner."

Whumpee watched them leave the room and heard a lock clicking.

"So just a bigger sized cage, I suppose", Whumpee sighed, "we'll at least I can stand, and this bed is comfy."

Whumpee looked around again before getting up and looking around. There were too many new things to see.

"Ooh this is cool", Whumpee walked over to the window where a lounging seat was placed.

They carefully climbed up onto the furniture and looked out the window.

Whumpee almost laughed when they saw bars on the other side of the window.

"I can't even say how many levels I'm up... How would I even get down?", Whumpee looked at the window a little closer, "oh it opens."

Whumpee opened one of the latches without even thinking... they just wanted some air.

They fell to the floor when an alarm went off.

"Oh no", Whumpee looked up from the floor.

Moments later, guards rushed in, followed by Carewhumper.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I-I just wanted air", Whumpee covered their face in preparation for punishment.

Carewhumper knelt beside them while the guards secured the window.

"It's okay, you didn't know any better yet", Carewhumper patted their shoulder.

The guards turned to Carewhumper.

"What should we do to them?", one of them frowned at Whumpee.

"We are not doing anything to them. They don't know the rules... they probably just got excited to see the outside world. Can we actually take the alarms off this window for them... I'm sure some fresh air will feel good for them", Carewhumper smiled at Whumpee, "I was just coming to return this when I saw the guards unlocking the door. I was concerned."

Whumpee's eyes lit up when they saw Teddy.

"Thankyou", they squealed and took it excitedly, then hugged it close.

"We won't be able to take the alarms off of one. They either have to all come off, or stay on", one of the guards looked up from their phone, "the only other option is for them to get a hold of us to take off the alarms for them to open the windows. Which might be hard for them when they are under lockdown."

"I-I won't run away", Whumpee looked up at Carewhumper, "I'm a very good Whumpee, I promise."

Carewhumper smiled and cupped Whumpee's face lovingly.

"Okay well let's try it. Take the alarms off then", Carewhumper gently rubbed their thumb along Whumpee's cheek, "are you okay, it looks like you fell."

"I got scared and fell from the seat", Whumpee leaned into the touch, "I'm....hmm sorr..y."

Carewhumper chuckled, "I have a strong belief that you are severely touch starved. After dinner we can cuddle to fix that. Are you okay though?"

Whumpee zoned out and closed their eyes.

Carewhumper feared Whumpee may start drooling if this continued.

"My dear... are you going to sleep? My hand is not a pillow you know", Carewhumper chuckled again.

Whumpee looked up with puppy eyes, "sorry", Whumpee whispered, "it feels good", Whumpee cuddled their Teddy even closer, "Doc would never uh, pet me like that."

Carewhumper sighed, "I'm sure they didn't. Well let's go for dinner. It will give the guards time to figure out these alarms and reset the system."

"I'm sorry again. I didn't mean to cause any problems", Whumpee watched the guards walk past.

"It's alright", Carewhumper stood and helped Whumpee up, "no harm done. Accidents happen, especially when you don't know the rules."

Dinner was finished.

Now Carewhumper was sitting on a couch and watching Whumpee look around the room.

"So do you have any questions about the rules we went over during dinner?", Carewhumper leaned back.

"No Master, everything makes sense", Whumpee looked at them, "your rules are simpler to follow and your punishments are more lenient than what Doc had. I'm glad I won't be injected with any more unknown drugs if I don't chew my food twenty times before swallowing."

"Yes that one is a strange rule and punishment", Carewhumper agreed.

"Doc just wanted a reason to put more things in me to see what would happen. Plus the better I chewed the better my stool samples were", Whumpee looked down, "I'm thankful to be here."

"I'm glad to hear that", Carewhumper smiled, "so does my pet wish to cuddle?"

"Yes Master", Whumpee nodded as they walked over to Carewhumper, "please."

It wasn't long that Whumpee's face was cupped into one of Carewhumper's hands and they were almost asleep.

Carewhumper readjusted and helped Whumpee lay their head on Carewhumper's lap.

Whumpee happily let Carewhumper massage their scalp.

Whumpee nodded off a little after.

"Such a sweet little dear... and worth every dollar that I spent on you", Carewhumper smiled at the quiet snores their new pet made, "you will enjoy it here my dear. I promise."

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[teine-mallaichte]

Day 14: Describe the ideal fic you've always wanted to read, but have yet to find/haven't written yet.

Living Weapon Whumpee Post-Escape:

The whumpee was once a weapon, but they have been rescued or escapsed and are now several years into their attempt to live a normal life.

To the outside world, it seems the whumpee has successfully reintegrated into society and appears to be functioning normally. They have crafted a façade of normalcy, appearing to be somewhat stable and well-adjusted.

Despite this outward appearance, the whumpee is plagued by deep-seated doubts and anxieties. There are fleeting moments when they genuinely feel safe and valued by their friends and allies, but a lot of their existence is still filed with uncertainty, doubt, and fear.

A significant event occurs—perhaps a disaster, an attack, or an urgent situation that forces the team to leave their established safety and go on the run. This new and threatening environment triggers the whumpee’s ingrained protective instincts and training.

As the whumpee’s old conditioning flares, they rationalise their heightened vigilance and actions are a conscious choice and necessity to safeguard their friends and allies. They are more than their training, more than their programming, they cannot accept that perhaps those old ingrained traits are still there.

As the whumpee becomes consumed by their need to protect, they begin to neglect their own well-being. They sleep little, eat less, and push themselves to the limits, driven by a compulsive need to safeguard those around them.

The rest of the team is preoccupied with the crisis and their own anxieties. The whumpee’s deteriorating state goes unnoticed at first, as their behavior might seem like a normal reaction to stress or heightened alertness. They are all on edge afterall.

Eventually someone in the team notices. But by this point, the whumpee is deeply entrenched in their protective instincts and is resistant to help. Their anxiety may have turned into paranoia, and their past experiences of punishment for showing weakness or vulnerability making them wary of accepting assistance. They may struggle with their own perception of needing help, seeing it as a sign of failure or weakness.

The caretaker continues to try and mitigate the issue, gently encouraging the whumpee to eat and rest. Despite their best efforts, the whumpee remains resistant and defiant, struggling to reconcile their need for help with their ingrained survival instincts.

Eventually, the whumpee’s body can no longer sustain their extreme efforts and neglect. They reach a breaking point where their physical and emotional exhaustion forces them to collapse, making it impossible for them to continue resisting help.

I may have made less of a list/description and more of a plot outline here... If this sparks anything in anyone feel free to run with it (Just let me know if you do because I want to read it)

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AI-Less Whumptober 2024 Masterlist

Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for hosting the event! All of this year's prompts can be found here.

This year is a collaboration with @ohtobeleah so we will be splitting the prompts between us. Links to her fics will be included below as well, and I highly encourage everyone to check them out too! 💞 Her's will be listed in orange while mine will be listed in purple.

October 1 - public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”

My Lover, My Hero After a nasty break-up with your Ex, Rhett, he comes to your rescue when two burley patrons don’t take no for an answer. {Rhett Abbott}

October 2 - Unfortunate fall, car accident, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.”

An Angels Discretion When Bradley gets a call to say you’ve been involved in a major car accident, his whole world is turned upside down. {Alternate Ending to An Angels Discretion}

October 3 - Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”

Protect Thy Saviour When Jake and Hollywood are enjoying a fire in the comfort and silence of Jake’s courtyard, Hollywood reminds Jake that nothing was ever his fault. {From the Bruises Series}

October 4 - Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”

For What You've Done Five months ago, the love of your life was killed in a car accident. In the aftermath of Jake's death, you and Rooster lean on each other to deal with your grief and soon become a couple. So when you suggest a camping trip together, Rooster agrees. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

October 5 - Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”

Breathe For Me The love of Jake’s life is plagued with chronic migraines after an unfortunate work place accident. But when a migraine feels wrong? Does Jakes initial response cost him his most priceless wife?

October 6 - Multiple whumpees, self sacrifice, “I’m the only one who can do this.”

Drink With Me (Part 2) Two years after Jake was forced to watch you ripped apart by the creatures that now terrorize the world, he is a shell of the man he once was. However, a familiar voice calling to him in the dark may give him a second chance.

October 7 - Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”

The Hills Have Eyes Jakes mind plagues him with haunting memories at your funeral. Bradley is forced to come to terms with the fact he'll be Jake Seresins metaphorical punching bag for the rest of his life. {From the Bruises Series}

October 8 - Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”

Lethal Weapon During an intense interrogation, your existence is made obsolete when half the population is turned to dust. What felt like a mere five minutes was in fact— five years. With the knowledge that Hydra was once again rising with intentions more sinister then the last, you do the job you were originally sent out to do. Protect Sargent James Buchanan Barnes at whatever means necessary.

October 9 - Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

Frozen Jake is so intoxicated he forgets he played a life-threatening prank on you. Leaving you to freeze, for hours.

October 10 - Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”

The Secrets We Keep You have a patient booked in for an early ultrasound….What you don't expect is for it to be the new partner of your Ex-husband. Bradley Bradshaw.

October 11 - Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”

This Moment Waking up with you in his bed should be a dream come true. But as you get ready for the day, Logan wishes things could be different.

October 12 - Isolation, sensory deprivation, “Can you feel me? I’m right here, whumpee.”

Blood Runs Thicker Than Water Charles and Logan, already in a Days of Future Past quests, take a detour when Charles feels another mutant in the Pentagon.

October 13 - Whumpee using themself as bait, defiance, “Take me instead.”

The Guys Next Door When your son shows up on Jakes door scared and all alone, he soon realises that something might be wrong at his neighbours home.

October 14 - Seizures, concussion, “See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”

Sweeter Than Revenge Part 10 Just as you begin to think your life is perfect, a traumatic event occurs that changes everything.

October 15 - Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”

The Middle Of Nowhere: First Steal There were many other girls before Little Fox. Jake has a reputation for getting carried away and letting his prey escape. This is the first time Bradley stole the win out from under his nose.

October 16 - Drowning, hostile environment, “I don’t know how anybody could survive that.”

Happy Together From the moment Tyler met you in your karaoke bar, he was smitten. However, he's terrified to tell you how he feels even as you start a friends-with-benefits situation. Will he find the courage before it's too late?

October 17 - Abandonment, misunderstanding, “Why did I even think you cared?”

Where Were You? You were planning a future with Rhett. That is until he disappeared without a trace. Now, four years later, a familiar figure shows up at your house after you are in an accident. But will you accept his explanation for where he's been?

October 18 - Mind control, possession, “Everybody will end up despising you.”

I Love You, Always When an unknown man comes into the cafe looking for who he calls “The Mutant” Logan’s world is once again turned upside down when you make the ultimate sacrifice.

October 19 - Disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.”

Addicted To You Kidnapped and locked in a room for months, your life has become nothing but Hood, the drug he gives you, and the pleasure you receive from both. But this time when it is time for your next dose, Hood is nowhere to be found...

October 20 - Enemy/Stranger to caretaker, accidental de-aging, “I’m absolutely not qualified for this shit.”

Nobody Can When a killer clown guts you like a fish, Bob is the one who stumbles upon you. Only to never come face to face who the person who did this to you.

October 21 - Drugged, ambulance ride, “This will make you feel better, okay?”

Animal Instinct When Rhett goes out hunting the wolf that has been killing the Abbott's livestock, he discovers more than he bargained for.

October 22 - Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.”

Do Not Look Away After the events of Bruises, Bradley comes face to face with his new reality. You’re experiencing a physical manifestation of PTSD and Jake’s still in a coma.

October 23 - Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”

Stay (Part 1) Once again, Bob finds himself dragged along to the club with the rest of his friends. Miserable, and unable to find the only person he really wants to spend time with, he decides to head home. But he's about to discover where Jake has been all night...

October 24 - Deconditioning, relapse, “It’s normal that you need more time.”

Seeing Clear Now that you are back from the dead, you wonder how Clark is handling what happened. However, when Dick tells you no one knows where he is, you decide to track him down and show him you have returned.

October 25 - Humiliation, betrayal, “How could you?!”

I Got You A night at The Hard Deck takes a dire turn when you realize someone has slipped something into your drink. As the drugs begin kicking in, you turn to your pilot for help.

October 26 - Electrocution, burning, “This is going to sting.”

Burning Love When you and Bucky are captured, HYDRA scientists try to force you to use your powers to kill him. But you refuse to hurt the man you love, regardless of how much pain it may cause you...

October 27 - Before vs after, Alternate universe, “Well, there’s a first for everything.”

October 28 - Internal bleeding, needles and stitches, “I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”

Dangerously in Love (Part 2) After witnessing your murder on a video call, Frank's only focus is on revenge. But he's about to learn that things are not always as they seem...

October 29 - Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”

October 30 - Poison, delirium, “You’re not making sense.”

Stay (Part 2) Jake thought he died in that alley after he was mugged. But thanks to a special someone, he pulled through. And when Bob brings him a gift more precious than his own life, Jake does what he should have done a long time ago.

October 31 - Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”

Sweeter Than Revenge Epilogue As you begin to head home after your traumatic night, you discover Tyler's concerns were valid. But can you learn to overcome your fears when your greatest fear might still come true? Are things truly over between you and Tyler?

[whumping-valentine]

I wrote this back when I first made this blog around the time tadc first came out and it's been sitting in my drafts ever since. I still stand by this so here's it is lol

Is it just me, or does the Amazing Digital Circus have so much whump potential?

Like, obviously psychological whump. That much is clear. Have you SEEN Pomni? She's the perfect whumpee! But I'm talking about physical. It would make sense that they wouldn't be able to feel pain, BUT THEY CAN.

I find it really interesting how they chose to have Ragatha say, "I am in so much pain!" Because that shows they can indeed feel it, which is HORRIFIC. Like, they don't have physical bodies. They are in a game. BUT THEY CAN STILL FEEL PAIN. I've thought that one line was terrifying the moment I first watched the pilot but I've seen NO ONE talk about it.

What if you got beaten up by an abstracted character and Caine wasn't there to fix you? What if Caine's AI goes rouge, or the system as a whole corrupts? Are the abstracted characters in the cellar also in constant immense pain? Are they still conscious? Will the characters continue to exist even if the system is shut down?

Like GOD the amount of existential horror and dread this fun colorful show has is crazy. Like it really is a horror show disguised as a comedy if you really think about it.

And, current Lian here, now that we have more episodes I feel this even more. Like in the haunted manor episode how Pomni said it feels like she's going to die from holding her breath even if she isn't. Like these dudes can FEEL. They can feel but they cannot die or interact with the world in any way that is actually meaningful. It's all controlled by Caine. And don't even get me started on Gummigoo. I literally SCREAMED when he died.

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i get where ur coming from but i feel like “carewhumper” does just designate a specific type of abuse. my understanding is that a lot of real life abuse does encapsulate cycles of cruelty and kindness but whump is not a 1:1 w real abuse and so the cruelty tends to be exaggerated and constant. which is why it might be useful to have a distinction between purely sadistic and harmful whumpers w ones who seem to contradict that role and show some form of affection or intimacy. i think this meta is very interesting though id be interested in the other people who voted “no” in that poll and i appreciate ur commentary 🤔 do you think its actually dangerous?

i'm gonna start by providing some context about my relationship to these terms: to my understanding, words like 'whumper/caretaker/whumpee' are situational shorthand that describe a character's role in the scene or story being told. they are not all-encompassing, all-descriptive, and prescriptive of every action a character referred to this way takes. i do not know where the idea that they are supposed to be flat, reductive, 'this word means this character is All Good Or All Bad All The Time and they behave x way 100% of the time' came from, and i do not agree with it. that's not how i use those words, and it's not how i've ever perceived the intent of those words to function in the broader whump community.

that said, here's why i don't think 'carewhumper' is a distinction between 'purely sadistic and harmful whumpers with ones who seem to contradict that role and show some form of affection or intimacy', at least not the way i use these words, and why it's not a word that i will ever use or like. and why i think it's not necessarily dangerous per se - that's a strong word - but it is something i think plays into some harmful societal narratives about abuse and abusers.

you're right that whump isn't a 1:1 with real life abuse, and i definitely am not operating under the impression that it is or should be! there are a lot of extremes in whump, that's very true. but it's also true that the extremes aren't the only thing that exist, and they aren't the like. default setting of what 'whump' or a 'whumper' is. they might be to some! but i don't think that's the default for everyone, or even the majority. and i don't think a whumper behaving kindly sometimes makes them... not a whumper anymore. the way that 'carewhumper' as a term implies.

there are a lot of issues in real life about people thinking ‘oh so and so would never abuse anyone, they’re so kind’ or pointing out that an abuser cared for you when you were sick or something so it couldn’t have been ALL bad. abusers themselves point to their acts of kindness and care to confuse victims and excuse their behaviour. oh you can't cut that person out, what about all they did for you. oh you can't throw away your family/relationship, what about the good times. etc. they weren't All Bad. they didn't intend to hurt you, their intentions were good. these are things real life abuse victims, myself included, deal with on a daily basis.

obviously fiction is not responsible for this, but it can play into it. and when the term carewhumper comes up it really feels to me like something taking a really flattened, reductive concept of a whumper (who is bad and cruel all the time forever and intends to be) and a caretaker (who is good and kind all the time forever and intends to be) and saying ooooo what if it were ~more complicated and nuanced. when like… there are posts about intimate whumpers, manipulative whumpers, whumpers who show kindness, all the time. they don’t need a special word to contain that sort of variation. they all follow a common format of '[adjective] whumper' to denote a specific subtype of whumper. 'carewhumper' not only bucks the trend of how specific subtypes of whumpers are designated, but it combines that with another specific role that is not the whumper, as if to imply 'oh but they're not a whumper. they're Something Else. because they're nice sometimes. or they didn't mean to hurt someone on purpose (as if that is at all relevant to whether or not they did)'

and I don’t think it’s true at all that ‘whumper’ is generally accepted to mean someone who is only violent all the time. whump ISNT a 1:1 with real abuse but the way it’s discussed can mirror that, and saying that the presence of care or affection somehow moves a character into a category that isn’t a ‘pure’ or ‘total’ whumper but instead is something else - something mixed with a role that is shorthand for a positive, caring presence, not interpersonally and diagetically but narratively - makes me personally very uncomfortable as an abuse survivor in the whump community. it's mixing the roles of caretaker and whumper in a whump narrative when those roles are, BROADLY SPEAKING, meant to convey 'this is the person causing active harm' and 'this is the person whose presence is meant to contradict/combat that harm and promote healing and safety'.

caretakers can fuck up. caretakers can be complex and nuanced and angry and imperfect and busy and tired etc etc etc. that doesn't somehow make them not caretakers, though i know there are a bunch of people who for some reason insist the mere act of calling a character a caretaker is somehow reductive and dehumanizing and making their whole existence revolve around the whumpee. falling again into the idea that these words are meant to be concrete intrinsic character Types and not a situational shorthand for a role they are fulfilling in a specific story so that you don't have to explain in every single generic post who tf this person is. caretakers being imperfect or not all helpful or all good all the time doesn't make them not caretakers or not a positive force in the story. the same is true for whumpers. someone who punches you in the nose and then cleans up the blood and tucks you into bed is not somehow less violent and cruel than someone who stops at punching you in the nose, and implying that they are or that their acts of care somehow meaningfully dilute their violence and cruelty is deeply, deeply troubling to me. 'whumper' is not a nuanceless term unless you make it one and i don't know why you'd want to make it one.

and 'carewhumper' to me is not describing the complicated feelings a whumpee might have to a whumper who displayed kindness, either. because these words are not referring to diagetic interpersonal relationships. they describe an external meta-narrative role that a character is fulfilling within the perspective of the story being told. a whumpee having complex feelings about a whumper doesn't mean they aren't a whumper anymore.

there are plenty of posts around about whumpees feeling complex things about whumpers - missing them, loving them, trusting them, being devoted to them, etc. the ‘carewhumper’ thing is just to me at best superfluous and annoying to the part of my brain that is like. that’s just a whumper with a particular type of tactic and there’s no special word for any OTHER kind (captivitywhumper? superwhumper? etc?). and at worse it’s actively conveying the message that ‘if someone is sometimes not completely violent and cruel 100% of the time then what they’re doing isn’t actually As Bad and they’re not - NARRATIVELY SPEAKING - the Bad Guy. they’re ~nuanced and complex. as if everyone isn’t. as if that can undo the harm they did.

again, im not the cops im not anyone's mom. i hope i dont come off sounding aggressive or like im trying to police what anyone is writing about. i don't judge anyone writing dark things or writing about common abuse dynamics - me of all people lmao. i am 38k into a fic right now about rape and abuse that is pretty graphic and deeply deeply upsetting and triggering. but what i do care about is the way that these things are talked about. i do think it matters when these implications are popularized uncritically, and i think that 'carewhumper' is not a good term, especially if people are intending to merely convey a type of whumper and not a character who isn't 'wholly' a whumper at all. if that's what people mean, i would suggest affectionate whumper, intimate whumper, manipulative whumper, etc. something that aligns with other language commonly used to refer to specific subtypes of whumper rather than directly implying a different category of role altogether, and one that mixes that role with something that is generally accepted to be positive/good.

[wolfeyedwitch]

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The only thing Charles could think of was sympathy for the poor vampire. He couldn't imagine being as hungry and yet so afraid as they were.

They were clearly starving, yet they were so hesitant to take the clearly needed food.

And when they finally did eat, he saw just how ravenous they really were. It scared him a bit, and then he immediately felt bad for feeling so. It wasn't their fault they were like this, or maybe it was, but that was still no reason to fear them.

When they finished, he tried to school his expression and not look so disturbed, but then he probably looked too serious, because the vampire trembled slightly and pressed their forehead to the floor.

"Well, now that that has been taken care of, I should go over house rules and my expectations for your stay."

He went on to explain that he encouraged them to move freely about this room, but to not go outside of this room without supervision. The door will be locked anyway, but he didn't want them to try.

He told them that starting tomorrow or the day after, he'd start to show them around a bit and get them acquainted with more of the house, but not give them full access until everything is settled.

He told them he was still looking into what the best feeding schedule would be and that he'd appreciate feedback. He told them he found starving distasteful and swore that they'd be kept very well-fed. It just a matter of finding the right blood and time of day to give it to them.

He told them that receiving them had been a surprise and so he didn't have any real plans for what to do with them. But he promised they'd be taken care of no matter what.

There was just one last thing he needed to go over with them, but this one was the one he was most unsure how to phrase.

"Now, I don't know how much you already know about me or my business. But I am a painter, and my main muse lives with me. He's... he is like you, in many ways, expect he is not a vampire. He means a great deal to me, and his safety and comfort are some of my primary concerns. You will be likely not meet him for a while, but when you do, I just ask that you try to get along and respect him. I will be asking the same from him. But, I believe that is it. Do you have any questions? I'm not sure if you're really able to speak, but perhaps you could gesture or write?"

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CW: internalized dehumanization, it as a pronoun, nonverbal whumpee

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The vampire was painfully grateful that its new owner deigned to explain the rules to it. The owners that did so, even those with the strictest rules, were better than the owners that said nothing and still punished it for breaking rules it didn't know existed. This one's rules were.... strange, to say the least.

Apparently, this was to be its room. It was allowed, encouraged even, to move about as it pleased within the room. Its owner said he would take it around after it "got settled". (It was trying not to think about all the things that could mean.) He said he would feed it, on a regular schedule, and even asked for it to give feedback? It was having trouble accepting that.

The troubling part was what came at the end of his explanations. Its presence was a surprise to him; that much it had surmised, given how he acted upon opening the box that contained it. The part that was a surprise was that the man already had a pet. Or maybe a muse? The owner called him one thing, but the description sounded like another. The dissonance was jarring.

Whatever he was called, the vampire's new owner already had someone filling the only role it was suited for. It was not only an unexpected gift, but an unneeded one.

It had no purpose here.

That realization sank in just as its new owner was asking if it had any questions.

How...?

It couldn't speak. Words were for humans, not vermin. And its hands had been purposefully broken (first as punishment during training, then later as entertainment for its owners) far too often for it to be able to write, even if it dared to try to claim the written word rather than spoken ones.

Gestures, then. It would have to figure out a way to communicate, given that this new owner wanted that of it.

It didn't know how to express the myriad of questions it had. Questions of his motives, of the other possible-pet, of what would become of it. But asking what it wanted to know wasn't the only question its owner set forth; he had also asked if it was able to communicate.

Slowly, cautiously, making no movements that could be considered aggressive, it unfolded from where it had pressed its forehead to the floor in supplication. It peeked up from under its lashes at the man; when he displayed no outward displeasure at its movement, it continued.

It put one hand over its mouth and shook its head. Then it slowly extended its hands, displaying and flexing the crooked fingers that refused to close into fists, and shook its head again.

Then it dared to look up at the man, meeting his eyes again. It dipped its head in the slightest of nods.

I cannot speak. I cannot write. I can gesture.

It had to hope that he would understand.

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

The Winged Servant - 6

cws: nonhuman whumpee, shock collar mentions, multiple whumpers

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note: this chapter is kinda rough and very short. my apologies, writing it felt like wrestling and wrangling an annoying concept into words. and it won against me. it's because this one is supposed to be set up for some fun chapters that are coming up soon!! so stay tuned!!

I didn’t realize that Prince Ryan had never put the collar back on until I was being handed platters of food in the kitchen. Maybe it was just a small mercy, like the twelve minutes I’d had to myself before dinner—he gave me those, sometimes, if he didn’t have to go out of his way for them—but it seemed different tonight.

Everything was different tonight and no one would fucking tell me why.

It was unreasonable to demand knowledge of these types of things, of course, I reminded myself.. The royal family always had my best interests in mind. Always. Every weird thing that happened today did not change that.

Serving dinner, at least, was the same. Carry three platters of food out of the kitchen and into the dining room, place them on the table, don’t make too much noise, don’t interrupt any conversation going on already. It was easy, as long as I didn’t drop anything, until-

“Onyx.”

Prince Ryan didn't talk to me during dinner. I was supposed to work like a well-oiled machine, serving food without making my presence obvious. I wasn’t supposed to be talked to and I wasn’t supposed to bow and my existence wasn’t supposed to be acknowledged.

I bowed at Prince Ryan's feet as soon as he spoke, trying not to let my surprise show. “May I assist you with something, Your Highness?” Talking wasn't so hard. It was just repeating the script I had been trained to say. Even if I didn’t usually talk here, it was the same script.

“We're going somewhere tonight. You need a pair of shoes. You can borrow some of mine. I want you ready to leave by the time we're done eating. Don't worry about dishes or anything—we have more important things to be doing right now.”

 Repeating the script wasn't bad, except that Price Ryan had been abandoning the script all day and I didn't know where to go from there. “Yes, Your Highness,” I said, because what else was there to say?

“Any questions?”

I swallowed, trying to get used to the feeling of doing it without the collar. It’d had prongs with which to distribute the electricity, and my neck felt bare without them digging in. I could ask about it, but Prince Cardan had started glaring at me, and maybe it would be in everyone’s best interests to excuse myself from the table. “No, Your Highness. Thank you.”

He waved a hand at me, turning away, and I did my best to stay steady and graceful as I practically ran back to the kitchen. This was probably fine, right? It wasn’t going to be that big of a deal, right? I was just- just wearing shoes and leaving the house, like I was a human. And the prince had said it so nonchalantly.

“Onyx,” Jayden said firmly, squeezing one of my hands, and I blinked. From the look on his face, it was not the first time he’d said my name.

“My apologies, sir.”

“That’s alright. Let’s get some food in you before we leave, okay?”

“Okay,” I echoed. It had been awhile since I’d eaten, I realized. This morning, maybe. A meal would get my head back on straight, at the least.

“It’ll be alright,” Jayden told me as he set a plate in front of me, and I nodded. I would be alright. The royal family always had my best interests in mind. As long as I did what I was told, I would be alright, no matter how odd anything seemed to me.

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[set-phasers-to-whump]

give me your pain, and i'll give you mine

prompt: bruises

whumpee: river cartwright

fandom: slough house

hi here's day 3 straight of me hurting river :) this one picks up right after the events at the storage facility in book 3, it's similar to the end of s3 of the show except river's injuries are slightly different. hope you like!

“Oh, River,” says Louisa, and there’s this note of sympathy, of tenderness, in her voice that he doesn’t know what to do with, that he wants to squirm away from. 

“Jesus Christ,” she continues, her fingertips ghosting feather-light across the bruising that covers his entire torso. 

His face feels hot, and he doesn’t know what it is he’s embarrassed of, exactly—being hurt? Letting her see, touch, the bruises? Baring himself like this? 

Whatever it is, it’s uncomfortable but weirdly not uncomfortable at the same time. Letting her see him like this, stripped bare and defenseless. 

They’re in River’s room at Slough House, neither of them having been willing to stomach going home after everything. The building is empty and quiet and there’s a touch of something in the air that makes this feel not quite real, not quite on the same plane of existence as their everyday lives in this place. 

River is sitting on his desk, shirt off and goosebumps pricking his exposed skin. Louisa is standing, and like this, they’re roughly the same height. 

Her fingers brush the side of his neck, trailing across the welts from the taser. The spot is still tender and raw, hurts more than the bruises, and River doesn’t quite manage to hide his wince. 

Louisa pulls back immediately. “Sorry.”

She doesn’t touch him anymore, and River finds himself mourning the lack of contact. Which is a little pathetic, maybe, but—

Well, it’s been a while since someone has touched him without the intention of hurting him, is all. 

“‘S alright,” River replies, several seconds too late. 

Louisa’s hands are hovering over him now, like she doesn’t quite know what to do with them. Everything feels momentarily frozen. 

“Look,” River offers up, when the silence feels stretched too thin. “Maybe we should just—go home.”

Louisa exhales, a sound caught somewhere between a scoff and a whimper. “Yeah, no thanks.”

River doesn’t want to go home either, to face his empty and rather impersonal flat, to have nothing but fitful sleep to distract him from the pain. 

But they can hardly stay here all night. Slough House is not a building particularly conducive to sleepovers. 

Evidently, a similar thought has occurred to Louisa. 

“Well,” she begins. “There’s always the pub.”

River doesn’t think he’d currently be able to so much as step foot inside a pub without wanting to climb out of his skin. Too much noise and movement. And he rather doubts that alcohol will do anything good for the aching of his body and his head. 

“No, I suppose not,” Louisa responds to her own suggestion, glances at him, eyes roving over the splashes of purple, red, and blue that paint his exposed skin. 

River almost says something really stupid, like, we could both go back to mine, but stops himself. He’s not quite sure how the invitation would sound, doesn’t want Louisa to think that he’s trying to insert himself into her life like that, except god, wouldn’t it be fucking nice to fall asleep, secure in the thought that there’s someone you trust nearby?

“D’you want—” Louisa begins, then stops herself, shakes her head. 

“What?”

“It’s stupid. Forget I said anything.”

She looks away from him. Maybe he should just bite the bullet and go home. 

He moves to slide himself off the desk and gets stuck halfway, his entire body sending up a wave of protest. He can’t stop himself from making a rather pitiful noise and spends the next few seconds blinking hard, willing the pain to recede. 

Louisa’s looking at him again, like she had been before, like she thinks he might break in half right then and there, and she says, “Fuck it. Wanna come to mine?”

River tries not to nod too enthusiastically, which proves an easy task, since doing any amount of nodding at all makes him feel like he’s going to throw up. “Yeah, alright.”

Which is how he finds himself, half an hour later, standing awkwardly in the entryway of Louisa’s flat. 

He glances around with idle interest, feels a new kind of pain well up in his chest when he spots a hoodie easily identifiable as Min’s tossed over the back of the couch.

“So,” Louisa says, shifting on her feet. “What d’you wanna do?”

All he really wants to do is take the last of the painkillers she’d given him earlier and fall asleep. Except that he doesn’t have the pills anymore—he has no idea where they’ve gone—and he doesn’t quite know how to ask Louisa if he’s allowed to sleep here. Plus, there’s the fact that his clothes are covered in dust and grime and blood, and he hardly wants to stain her furniture. 

When it becomes clear he’s not going to answer, Louisa takes charge of the situation. 

“Alright, well, I’d like to sleep, personally. Only I need to take a shower, first. You want to go second?”

He doesn’t, really. He’s exhausted and hurting and the shower sounds great in theory but he has a suspicion that it’ll be far worse in practice. 

“I’m alright, thanks.”

Louisa nods. “Just—I’ll get you some spare clothes. I’m not having you dirty up my bed.”

River tries very hard not to think about where the spare clothes are coming from. From the look in Louisa’s eyes as she hands them over, she’s in much the same position. 

Louisa disappears to take a shower, and River begins the slow and torturous process of undressing. 

He’s only just managed to struggle into the clean t-shirt and sweats by the time Louisa emerges from the bathroom. She looks at him, and a pained expression flashes across her face. 

“Hope you don’t mind sharing the bed,” she says, rather suddenly, her voice slightly rough. “But you’re in no shape to survive a night on the couch, and I’m hardly sleeping on it.”

River’s first thought is that he does mind, actually. It feels like a violation, somehow. Taking a place that doesn’t belong to him. 

Except she’d offered. 

And. Well. Maybe it would be nice, actually. A warm, steady presence beside him. A reminder that they’re still alive, after everything that’s happened over the past few days. 

“I don’t mind,” he replies. “Thanks.”

Louisa shrugs, leads the way into the bedroom. “It’s nothing,” she says, but he knows it’s hardly so. 

They settle into the bed together, River with a good deal of wincing. 

Lying there, very still, River is painfully aware of how much space he’s taking up, of Louisa’s position opposite him. He feels like if he moves at all, something will break, and everything around him will fall apart. 

“I thought you’d died,” Louisa whispers, out of nowhere. 

River remains silent. He doesn’t know what to say to that. He’d thought that he was going to die, that she was going to die, himself. 

But he hadn’t seen her hit the ground the way he knows she had seen him drop, after he’d been tased. 

And he isn’t nursing the same kind of pain she is. He can only guess at it, at just how much it must hurt, all the time.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers back, and he thinks that he’s apologizing for more than almost dying today. 

“I’m glad you’re alive,” Louisa rejoins. 

He feels the bed move as she shifts closer, not quite touching him but nearly there. 

He still doesn’t know what to say. And so he doesn’t say anything at all, just reaches out, slow and careful, and taps her hand like a question. 

She responds in the affirmative, grabs hold of him with slightly more force than necessary. 

River directs all his attention to this single point of contact. He pushes the pain to the back of his mind, or tries his best to do so, and channels his focus onto the warmth of Louisa’s hand in his. Onto the fact that the both of them are here, alive and hurting and together. 

He falls asleep and dreams of nothing at all.

thanks for reading!!! i am so obsessed with them lmao it is Bad. hope you liked it!

[thewhumpcaretaker]

🖤 & 🦋 for whump ask game? :)

Answering as Messenger! Ask Game here (It’s my original ask game and it’s the first one I’ve made, hehe!)

🖤 Is there anything whumpee does that always shows how much they're suffering, even when they're trying to hide it? Any "tells"?

I feel what Jens feels and can even enter his psycheworld, so there is little he can hide from me. But he is not so transparent to others. For most of his days, he has practiced the art of hiding suffering so that he will be allowed into the everyday activities of the able-bodied. If I were human, I don’t know if I would see his tells…Except that, once his body suffers enough, it simply can’t be concealed. Eventually, he will panic or collapse. I feel so deeply for him when that happens. My sweet little lamb…I am truly sorry for him.

🦋 Describe whumpee. Give as much praise as you'd like!

Jens Vídalín has the strangest effect on me. To think that he was one of the forsaken children…it has changed my outlook on the APOKRA forever. He was marked for sacrifice because he is not useful in a utilitarian fashion, not particularly compassionate, and not easy to love. He does not further the happiness of others, generally. But he has a profound will to live, a horror of death founded on a firsthand understanding of what death means. Despite that fear, he does not shy away from knowledge. He is so brave. And he experiences sensations with a raw, vivid abandon, which is plenty of reason for his existence. He is not the means by which the world improves, he IS the good of the world. Why should we ask that he further the lives of others? He is complete in himself. Look at him, sometime, when he is newly relieved of pain. You will see there an ecstasy that shines forth, whole and self-justified. He is a world unto himself. What I have been waiting for, these many, many centuries…it is Jens. The APOKRA may have thought it was for their sake, but it was all for him, even if I did not know him yet. My spirit craves him, I rejoice in his fulfillment. Nothing else in the world will ever satisfy me.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 11

Seeing Double - Convenience store - Loneliness - "leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist" (Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs)

"Whumpee, you can't run forever", Whumper, a police officer who picked on homeless people, yelled after them.

Whumpee rounded a corner, 'just a little farther.'

Whumper was catching up as Whumpee started to bang on a familiar door.

"Sanctuary please", Whumpee cried out, near tears, "please."

The door opened just as Whumper grabbed Whumpee from behind.

A figure stood by the door and glared at Whumper.

"How can I be of assistance", the figure stated coldly.

"Go back inside Villain, do not interfere", Whumper stated as they fought with Whumpee.

"I don't take orders from you", Villain crossed their arms, "Whumpee, what's going on?"

"Ow", Whumpee sobbed, and looked back at Whumper.

"You can let them go, they won't run", Villain stated.

"They'll run inside, and you'll slam the door", Whumper glared, "you did that last time."

Whumpee struggled, "I was trying to get food, then he showed up and yelled at me. Then, as I left the store, he started to chase me."

"You were stealing", Whumper stated.

"No, I had money, I kind lady gave me a few bucks, I was going to get food and a drink", Whumpee reached for their pocket, and pulled out some cash.

"I was called by the owner, they said you were being shady. They're tired of your kind stealing from them", Whumper argued.

"I was trying to read the different labels and prices", Whumpee sighed and looked at Villain, "I just wanted food, honest."

Villain's heart sunk when they heard those words.

"Clearly, there has been a misunderstanding", Villain frowned, "they haven't done anything wrong. I suggest you let them go."

Whumper sighed, but relented and released Whumpee.

Whumpee fell forward mid struggle.

"I'll get them. There will be a moment they won't get to you before I get them", Whumper grinned, "I swear it, even if I have to bother hero."

"Hero won't help you. They can't stand you. Hero runs charities for these people you pick at", Villain stated, "that is one thing me and Hero agree on, and I donate often to their organizations."

Whumpee had backed away from Whumper by now and was rubbing the area Whumper had grabbed.

"Whumpee, come inside", Villain ordered, and stepped outside to let Whumpee through the door.

Whumper frowned.

"Get off my property", Villain stated coldly, "you're not needed here."

"I'll get them, I'll get all of them and rid this city of pest", Whumper grinned evilly, and pointed at Whumpee who was only partially visible behind Villain, "and I'll start with that one."

Chills ran down Whumpee's spine.

Villain glared at Whumper, "and I will make sure you pay for it.... get off my property", Villain closed the door.

"I'm sorry Villain", Whumpee shook, "I didn't know what else....", Whumpee wiped their face.

"Hey its okay, as I always say, you are welcome here anytime", Villain led them down the hall, "how about you stay here for a few days, or honestly however long you need and want. I'll take care of you, you know that."

"I know, but I feel like I bother you", Whumpee hugged themself and looked at the ground while they walked, "I don't want to be in the way. I also feel bad for the others in my situation who don't have you to turn to. They have to deal with Whumper, especially if I'm not on the street to keep him off of them."

"As honorable as that sounds, you being a decoy for the others is not a good thing to do", Villain stopped as they had gotten farther into the house part of their headquarters, "there could be a chance you don't make it to me, and that's dangerous for you."

Whumpee nodded knowingly.

"Of course I refuse to tell you what to do as it's your life, but my advice is, stay here. You'll be safe and taken care of", Villain smiled, "you'll be part of my family."

"But what about the others? Whumper will just pick someone else", Whumpee sighed, "they aren't safe."

"That's for us to worry about", Villain grinned, "go into the living room, let's get you some food."

"Okay", Whumpee smiled weakly, "wait, you said us?"

Villain walked away, but pointed at the living room.

Whumpee poked their head into the room.

"Hero?", they gasped.

"Hey Whumpee", Hero laughed with a sheepish grin.

"What? Why are you here?", Whumpee walked farther into the room, "aren't you two enemies."

"Well yes, except for the subject of our troubled citizens. We both work together and try to help all of you as much as we can", Hero sat back, "I'm glad you got away from Whumper, I can't stand him, and I'm working on getting him removed and taken care of."

Villain walked in carrying a plate and cup, "here you go Whumpee.

"Thankyou", Whumpee took the things, and sat down.

Hero and Villain talked about a few more things before looking at Whumpee.

"What was the name of the shop you were at?", Hero frowned.

"Kay's Mini Mart, the convenient store on twelfth", Whumpee looked down, "I never went there before today, and I don't think I'll go back near it."

"I know that place", Hero nodded, "I always thought the owner was nice. I understand they were trying to protect their property, but they didn't give you a fair chance."

Whumpee nodded, "I'm not mad at them, I understand, but not all of us out there.... they just don't understand how the streets are... it's, it's hard. We don't want to steal, that's a last resort for most of us, but we also don't want to starve. It hurts to starve sir. Not everyone has someone to turn to either. We appreciate your shelters, but there's honestly not enough of them, no offence."

Hero nodded, "none taken, and I know. I promise more are coming as I get the funds."

Villain turned to Whumpee, "you would probably know. Where should the next one go, that's why Hero is here. We were talking about this when you knocked", Villain pointed at a map, "this is our city map, everywhere marked has a shelter either from Hero or a different organization."

Whumpee pointed right at a spot with out even thinking, "there", Whumpee sighed, "there is a heavy suicide rate in this area, and there is no hope for anyone there, or so it feels", Whumpee looked at Hero, "everyone in that area is pleading to whoever they believe in for a shelter. It's a tough place though, that's why there isn't one yet."

Hero smiled at Whumpee, "I promise that will change."

Whumpee yawned, then nodded tiredly at Hero, "they will be so happy to have you there."

Villain pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and covered Whumpee.

"I'm sorry, I'm tir....", Whumpee sighed and dozed off.

"I see Whumpee occasionally in the shelter, then they disappear for a while, and I get concerned", Hero looked at Villain, "is this a normal occurrence for them to run right to you like this?"

"A few years ago, I was wandering through town getting a few things. I rounded a corner just in time for Whumpee to run into me" Villain sat back, "I still remember their face, both apologetic and scared."

"What happened?", Hero listened with interest.

"They were new to the streets, and had gotten in a bit of trouble", Villain grinned, "law enforcement had chased them down the street for a few minutes before I showed up. Long story short, I claimed responsibility for them. The officer believed me and let them go with a warning."

Hero glanced over at Whumpee, who was snuggled into the blanket, happily snoring.

"They stay on the streets because of Whumper, they know they can run to me for shelter, and I will put Whumper in his place. Whumpee says it keeps Whumper off of the others", Villain frowned, "they stay here from time to time. They know full well, that day, I did indeed take full responsibility for them. I only wish they would stay here fully so I know they're safe."

Hero smiled, "so Villain does have a soft spot?"

"I always have a soft spot for homeless and struggling people", Villain sighed, "but yes, Whumpee has earned a special place in my heart."

Whumpee opened their eyes a bit later and looked around, Villain had turned on the television and was watching the news.

"Well, sleepyhead finally wakes up", Villain chuckled.

*Yawn*, "H-how long have I been out?", Whumpee looked around, "where's hero."

"You've been sleeping for a few hours", Villain grinned, "Hero had to leave, he had some work to do. He told me to behave tonight so he can do something."

Whumpee grinned.

"So I'm being good", Villain sat back, "he said to watch the news."

They both turned when Hero suddenly appeared on the screen. He was in an interview.

From the news:

Interviewer: "So why did you make this arrest?"

Background video showed Whumper being arrested and led by police and hero.

Hero: "I've been watching this officer, Whumper, for a while now. He has been a big terror to our homeless citizens since he received his badge. I just witnessed him threaten one of their lives. I do not feel safe and trust the safety of all of our citizens to this power hungry individual."

Interviewer: "Speaking of the homeless situation, did we hear you will be starting another shelter in a tough side of town?"

Hero: "Yes, I am very excited to start this one. I hear that this is a bad side of town, and no other shelters have been able to go in there. I hope to change that."

Interviewer: turns to the camera. "Hero is going to need help. Here is a link if you want to donate to his work with the homeless and others struggling. We will report more on Officer Whumper once we have more information. Goodnight."

Whumpee's jaw dropped the moment Whumper was being arrested, then stayed open through the entire interview.

"Well I guess I'm glad I stayed home", Villain chuckled, "I would have missed that, plus, it may not of happened."

Whumpee nodded.

"So with that then, Whumper is hopefully going to prison. Can you please just stay here?", Villain pleaded, "you will not be in my way at all, and I'd be happy if you stayed. I'd know you were safe. You keep giving me gray hair."

"Are you sure you want me to stay here?", Whumpee giggled.

"Yes", Villain groaned dramatically, "yes yes a hundred times yes."

"Okay, I will be happy to stay with you", Whumpee continued to laugh.

"Finally", Villain through their hands up in celebration.

"I have a home", Whumpee whispered as they realized more of what that meant.

"A home. A family", Villain smiled, "I am so happy you finally said yes."

Whumpee smiled, "thankyou so much."

"You're welcome", Villain smiled wider, "thankyou."

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[whump-or-whatever]

Hi! Can you possibly help me with a prompt?

Demon whumpee being tortured by arch angel whumper

Whumpee is treated as a slave and a pet by whumper

What type of humiliation and torture would angel whumper use?

: )

Hmmm that’s an interesting one… I’m kind of assuming a heaven/hell dynamic here…

I would say for humiliation, definitely some stuff about how whumpee is just a lowly demon, merely one amongst thousands, entirely unremarkable in comparison with whumper.

I feel like street cred is really important for demons, like being able to show off how scary and evil they are, so having demon whumpee submit and take orders from archangel whumpee in front of other demons would certainly be humiliating.

Better yet, if the demon is forced to do the work of heaven for the archangel, ie. doing good things for the world, which is antithetical to the demons very existence.

In terms of torture, I’d say any sort of celestial weapons, holy water, or anything else associated with heaven would be good to use against a demon whumpee. It really depends on the lore you’re working with, but you could theoretically have weapons that have any effect you want cause of the negative interaction between Angel and demon stuff.

Hope this helps (:

[ijustneedwhump]

I just love when a whumpee is in denial of their own condition. Like when a caretaker wants them to rest but the whumpee is feisty. I also love it when a whumpee is sick or super injured but fight as they try to sit up and leave the bed like…

Caretaker put in all of that effort for whumpee to just leave? “I don’t think so pal,” caretaker states as they push whumpee back on the pillows that cradled their head so nicely. “Whumpee you need to let yourself heal.”

“I’m fine,” whumpee fights to sit back up again.

“Stay down, you’re burning up,” they feel whumpee’s forehead as they push them back down again. “Let go caretaker,” whumpee shoves caretakers hand away and glares feverishly yet still so much fire in them to make anyone back away. They attempt to sit back up again only to be met with the same fate of being pushed back down.

“You can fight all you want, but the result will continue to be the same,” caretaker smirks as whumpee tries a few more times. After fighting, caretaker notices more blood, “whumpee, you tore your stitches,” caretaker goes to grab a towel as whumpee sits up again.

“I’m fine, nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” whumpee sits up in protest of new treatment. “I don’t need your sympathy,” whumpee glares as caretaker walks back to them.

“Look whumpee, I don’t care what you think I might do to you. I just want to help,” with that caretaker pledges a syringe into whumpee’s neck, and presses down on the depressor.

“W… wha… what did you give me? I don’t need your help! I’m fine!” Whumpee struggles as they try to make a run for it adrenaline coursing through their veins. Caretaker easily pushes them back down on the bed. “Stop!” Whumpee’s voices cracks out.

“Where do you think you’re going with those injuries! Certainly not the police! You need to rest, I’ve given you something that’ll help you rest. Just relax,” caretaker snapped, hold whumpee on the bed as their consciousness clouds over.

“Let go, I’m fine,” whumpee lazily moved their arms around. Caretaker let them go. Whumpee tried to sit up but their arms gave out. Caretaker left the room for not even two seconds and whumpee had slipped into unconsciousness.

“I’m sorry whumpee, just relax… I’ll be right here,” caretaker put a bowl of ice water with a rag next to whumpee. They wrung out the rag and placed it over whumpee’s forehead and eyes. They then looked away in shame as they grabbed some soft restraints. “I’m sorry, it’s for your own good,” when they were done they left to make a warm meal.

Does anyone know of a fanfic, a tv show, movie, anime, or even manga that has this kind of prompt in it, I don’t know what it would be called maybe sicfic/defiant whumpee combo? If you do please tell me the name, chapter, episode, movie, and even time stamp if you’re feeling fancy. Thank you.

P.S… doesn’t have to be this crazy, I know it probably doesn’t exist but even a simple pushing the whumpee down and feeling their temp is good enough for me.

[whumpy-wyrms]

mundane and rot for the ask game :3

(from this ask game)

34. MUNDANE - Would you survive in the shoes of your main character?

I THINK ABOUT THIS A NORMAL AMOUNT (all the time) SO. would i survive if i was Dew… short answer: yes i’d basically become best friends with Anton right away because i’m insane.

long answer:

it depends on whether i Knew Anton beforehand or not (about to say the most unhinged shit and expose myself but idc), but either way, if i got kidnapped by a mad scientist who used me as a test subject but actually tried to be Nice to me and GAVE ME FREE TOP SURGERY AND WINGS… I DON’T THINK I WOULD WANT TO LEAVE. THINK ABOUT IT. if there was an autistic trans mad scientist who was best friends with a talking mouse and could give me wings i think i would choose to stay in sci-fi world instead of living on my own working at mcdonald’s and struggling to pay rent (that’s metaphorical, i don’t do that stuff (yet unfortunately)).

and i wouldn’t even be trapped there against my will for long either. i would literally Not last long as Anton’s test subject because the second we become friends and trust each other, he’ll just feel bad about hurting me and literally let me do whatever i want. we’d team up and become unstoppable. i would be free to do my own thing but like, still hang out with him obviously and i’d show him the beauty in the world and change his mind about the whole,, torturing innocent people thing. basically i can fix him. that’s what im saying here.

also not to spoil but Anton’s the type of guy where like, the second he’d form a genuine human relationship with someone, he’d just abandon the whole “kidnapping and (unethical) experimenting on unwilling human test subjects” thing. because there’d be no real point anymore. yeah, science makes him happy but so does having a best friend! and he’d still be a silly mad scientist!! but ethical!! mostly!! we’d team up, abandon the whole immortality thing because it’s stupid, and go hunt down Pierce and kill him!! it would just be fun.

if i was Dew, i would literally scrap trying to escape and instead focus on becoming friends with Anton because that Would Be one of the best outcomes. so yea :3 i may be weird but at least im honest about it (honestly though, i daydream about being friends with all my ocs :( they’re just so cool and we would get along so well. im normal. ignore me). this got long and rambly oops

OH YEAH about if i Knew Anton beforehand or not, like if it was a situation where the Present Me right now, like the person who is typing this and Knows everything about Anton because i created him, then that’d def affect things because i’d have access to all my prior knowledge about his character and backstory. it’d def make things faster and easier because like, i’d know who he is and what he’s capable of, and he wouldn’t be a complete stranger. but if i DIDN’T know Anton and if he was literally a stranger to me and not my oc, then it’d be scary at first but it’d still turn out the same.

i mean you guys don’t understand how deep this goes. before Dew existed, the daydreams i had with the unnamed scientist whumper (Anton) were all just,, Me as his test subject whumpee. i was Dew before Dew was Dew. OBVIOUSLY HE’S NOT A SELF INSERT ANY! MORE! HE’S HIS OWN COMPLEX FLESHED OUT CHARACTER COMPLETELY SEPARATE FROM ME! but that’s just how all my whump scenario daydreams started, and then i got attached and had to make characters and stuff.

i am rambling so much rn ANYWAY! yeah. this was a fun question that definitely won’t make people think i’m any more weirder than i already am (im not rereading all that so if there’s typos ignore them <3)

39. ROT - Which of your OCs is the best villain?

this is a hard one i think,, like out of the tllr ocs the actual villain of the story would be Pierce (not rlly a spoiler because it’s pretty obvious i think) but he’s not the BEST villain because i hate his guts (but he’s like Actually evil and terrifying and thinking about him makes me Afraid and filled with despair).

is Anton really a villain? yeah. but i guess i see his character differently than u guys because i know his character development later on in the story, and i know his entire backstory too. so that def chances my perception of him compared to how everyone else views him i think? maybe? idk

[whumpshaped]

Hi I’m still thinking about that drabble you wrote with whumpee only existing in whumper’s image… I am dubbing them mirror whumpee. I’m just so… many thought head full. What if whumpee does get abandoned, and some caretaker tries to help them, but everything feels wrong? What happens when whumpee looks in a mirror for the first time since whumper got them?? How bad does the derealization get? Does whumpee try to convince caretaker they’re just a hallucination? I mean, if whumpee thinks they don’t exist outside of whumper… then why is caretaker acting like whumpee exists? ~🐸

context

tw derealisation, depersonalisation, heavy self-image issues, conditioned/manipulated whumpee, bad (mostly confused) caretaker, past trauma

Whumpee stood in front of the mirror, entirely speechless. The person staring back at them... wasn't Whumper, for one. And it definitely wasn't the person they had expected to see.

This wasn't how Whumper had described them on those long, dragging, sleepless nights. Whumper had woven a candy-coloured fantasy of nobility, royalty, no, divinity, and they made it sound so real, so tangible. They clung to those words like a lifeline, because they were sweet and easy, and they were the only words they ever heard.

The person staring back at them didn't seem very divine. They looked exhausted. Average. Lifeless. Disgusting.

Whumpee frowned, reaching out to gently touch the glass. It felt cold under their fingertips, and solid, awfully solid, not budging, not dissolving. It was real. It was a real mirror, showing their real self.

Except the image kept changing. From some angles, Whumpee could almost see the picture Whumper had painted. From others, they could barely see a rotting corpse. The ghost of who they'd thought they were. One minute, they thought the image fit them quite well. The next, it was a caricature.

They couldn't trust their eyes. But they couldn't tear them away from the mirror either. The stranger in it was much too enticing, too fascinating to give up, as if they would disappear once they turned their back.

Like their actual self had disappeared whenever Whumper left.

And now they were abandoned. Left to float in the abyss.

"Whumpee?" They didn't turn to look at Caretaker, instead finding their gaze through the mirror. "You've been in here for a while now. Don't you want to rest?"

There it was. Another person, staring into their eyes. But Caretaker didn't see them. They turned around to face them fully, to really give them a chance to look at them, not through a mirror, not through a camera, but really, earnestly look at them. But it wasn't the same. It wasn't what they wanted.

"What do you see?" they asked softly.

"What- what do I see? I see you. Standing there."

"And what do I look like?" they urged. Caretaker looked even more confused than before.

"You've been staring into the mirror for the past hour, Whumpee. I think you know what you look like."

"Can't you just tell me when I ask politely?" they snapped, desperation lacing their words.

Caretaker held their hands up. "Okay, okay. Calm down. Well- I mean, you look... tired."

"I don't- I don't care, that's not the point-" Whumpee cut themself off, pressing a hand to their forehead and sighing heavily. This was good, wasn't it? They looked tired. Caretaker saw that they looked tired.

No, Caretaker assumed they were tired, deduced it from the fact that they had been standing in front of the mirror for the past hour. Instead of going for the obvious, the hair, the eyes, the clothes- they went for an assumption.

This was absolutely maddening.

"Please leave." They turned back towards the mirror. Maybe the stranger behind the glass couldn't see them either, but at the very least they didn't demand they give up their quest.

~

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[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Aaaa this looks super fun!! I was tagged by @whump-captain and I'm def down to pick apart my taste in stuff. c:

In returnnnnn I think I'll tag @friendlylocalwhumper @comfy-whumpee @that-one-thespian and @brinkofdiscovery!! Also like if anyone else wants to do it just go ahead, I'm not your parent, I can't ground you or anything.

1. Favorite whump trope(s)?

Okay so right now the things eating my brain alive are hypothermia, self-sacrifice, and like...the moment someone finds the whumpee, if that makes sense? I love a good Finding And Realization from a rescuer.

2. Least favorite whump trope(s)?

Reallyyyyy really not a fan of pet whump, for many reasons. I have my own story that features it, but that's because I know where I'm going with it and can avoid all the stuff I hate about it. Also betrayal? I dunno, I've been betrayed enough IRL, it just makes me too sad. :(

3. Top 3 whump scenes and why?

OKAY SO. Hear me out. I'll do my best to avoid spoilers!

The main ending of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Time/Space/Sky. They're just so sad and heart-wrenching. You've just saved the world and you know that you're about to disappear from existence and leave your very best friend behind, who thinks that all the danger is past. You accepted this mission knowing it would be your very last adventure, ever, but they have no clue. As you two are walking back to the Pokemon who will ferry you back to all your other friends and family and the life you've built together, you start to disappear. And your best friend turns around and notices. There's way more to the ending that twists that knife deeper, and that's ALL stuff you know will absolutely be happening as you choose to play that mission, but it's so well written and it's worth playing through the game to get to experience the whole thing yourself. It still hits pretty hard even if you go in knowing, I'll be honest.

In His Dark Materials, there is an arc where the two main characters go through a HORRIFICALLY scary gauntlet. I'm not going to say what that is because people I love need to watch the series with me, but at the very end, they escape. One character cuts through reality into a new dimension, and they step from this bleak hellscape into a beautiful, picturesque grassland at night. The stars are bright and plentiful, the wind is warm and soft, and both characters just collapse together in awe and exhaustion, not even able to find a suitable place to sleep because they haven't gotten any real rest since that gauntlet started. It was just very well described in the books, the prose was gorgeous, and I don't know how many times I reread that scene when I was little.

I also REALLY loved Kaworu's scene where he takes the destruction collar off of Shinji in the Evangelion Rebuild movies. I dunno, it's touching and sad, and the look of horror on Shinji's face when he sees the one person who's been so nice to him easily shoulder that burden is really good. There's just something about that sort of devotion to someone that kills me.

4. Top 3 characters to whump and why?

c:< Right now my mage and dragon duo, Mariano and Bastian, are taking up so much room in my brain, but I also love whumping my good sweet reaper Will and @that-one-thespian's and @brinkofdiscovery's characters. Collabs are just such favs!

5. Favorite fandom for whump (show, series, etc)?

Pokemon, and Arknights! Pokemon is fun to just do whatever in, because sure, send your ocs on the late adventures they never got to have as kids, it'll be a good mix of fun and whimsy and angst and pain. TONS of shit you can do in Pokemon AUs. And Arknights just has such an interesting, terrifying world to play in, and gives you an excuse to make your OCs have little animal ears and tails.

6. Do you prefer written or watchable whump?

Written! I like to reread the particularly tasty bits, it just feels right.

7. Do you also like hurt/comfort?

I'll just let my blog title do the talking here:

But for real, it's always been my fav genre of fic, and my fav scenes in anything are USUALLY hurt/comfort!

8. What do you think the difference between hurt/comfort and whump is?

I think h/c is the more widely known term, and whump is newer, but the biggest difference that I can think of is that whump doesn't always have comfort. Sort of a "not all rectangles are squares, but every square is a rectangle" scenario.

9. How would you explain whump to someone who’s not familiar with it?

Oh I've literally said "Okay, so you know the juicy bits in a story? Where someone gets hurt, or is in danger, or something bad happens? That's whump." Gets the vibe across, doesn't over-complicate it, and doesn't sound defensive.

10. Is there any old whump you particularly enjoy? (say, pre 2000?)

I mean I DO love Pokemon, and the first season was just FULL of good child-friendly angst and whump that almost always has a happy ending. I think "Snow Way Out" was my fav (and counts, it was released in the US in December of 1999) because Ash tried so hard to keep his team warm when they were trapped in a blizzard but then THEY decided to help keep HIM warm. Super cute scene, absolutely flipped a switch in my little five-year-old brain.

11. Why do you think you like whump?

My half-joking answer: It's because I didn't get enough attention and care shown to me when I was a child, so now it's my characters' problem.

My half serious answer: I dunno, it's fun! I've always been an "intense stories" sort of person, even when my friends and I were playing with stuffed animals and Barbies, so I haven't really thought too hard about it. I like horror too. maybe I'm just drawn to that sort of controlled intensity.

12. When did you realize you liked whump?

I learned the word at 22-ish, but like I said, Pokemon definitely flipped some switch in me when I was five!

13. Favorite posts with whump (gifsets, picspams, etc)

Hmm, lately I've been really digging the prompts by @warmblanketwhump and @whumpster-dumpster! I don't really do gifsets or pics, because I like to browse in my downtime at work, but I can always appreciate more ideas. c:

14. Are you “out” to people in real life?

Oh yeah, I'm of the mindset that if I don't make it weird, it won't feel weird to the people I tell. I'm not gonna show my boss or anything, but my BF and friends know. Plus, with how I explain it, it just feels like most people would see the draw, especially with how much I openly like horror.

15. How did you find the whump community?

I was so, so bored at work, and running out of things to look at, and I remembered seeing the term "whump" somewhere before. So I slapped it in the search bar and started poking around!

16. Any unusual mediums you like for whump (plays, music, vlogs, etc)?

Ooo music definitely, if I can find a good inspiring song for a character or piece I'm writing then I'm SUCH a happy camper.

17. Any meta about whump you’ve been dying to share?

I think that personally a lot of people would feel much more secure in their love of whump if they took a page from how furries handle things. Just...be a little harmlessly, unabashedly weird. It IS a little weird to be so fixated on fictional suffering, and that's FINE. Who cares! Just accept that everyone is a little weird and enjoy it!

There are some dangerous weirdos here, sure but like, that's just the internet babes, relax, there are worse things you can do than stab your friend's OC for the 20th time so that your OC can patch them up with intense homoerotic undertones.

18. Whump fic(s) you’d love to see?

👉👈If any of my beautiful sweet wonderful friends or mutuals wants to collab with me like how I'm doing with @that-one-thespian I wouldn't say no--

19. Whump you’re looking forward to? (Maybe something teased or something you haven’t seen yet?)

I literally cannot wait to see how Arknights rips my heart out next. There's a really cool event story coming up for one of my fav factions that features my favorite dragon woman and her ex wife and I. Will lose my mind. When I can read it. I want to know EVERYTHING about this group and we've only gotten TEASERS and the EVENT WAS DELAYED DUE TO GLOBAL'S SCHEDULING--

20. Top 3 favorite whump fics?

Oh no I can't PICK why do I have to PICK??

If I HAVE to, this one just destroyed me when @that-one-thespian wrote it. I had dreams during the writing process where I'd get half awake from excitement because I dreamed that I'd gotten a notification for it. It's the second part in a little series we're collabing on, and I love seeing the team's whole dynamic in action! (Also Archer calling Mariano firecracker is just. Very cute. Very cute and powerful.)

Scott @friendlylocalwhumper is also just one of my fav writers too, and he doesn't delve into super graphic gore often BUT god I go feral when he does. This drabble is absolutely fantastic. Maxon is so scary, and Quinn is so sure of themself, and that can only lead to terrible terrible things. His prose is just nice to read! I devoured this one before bed the MOMENT it was written.

Also @brinkofdiscovery has FANTASTIC characters and imagery when he writes. It's been such a pleasure developing our lores together and seeing where we intersect and diverge with it all, but god I'm in love with how he describes his Death's domain in this piece. The red light, the salt, it's so good. Also Tyler is so fascinating as a character, I wanna study him under a microscope until he tries to kill about it.

21. Tropes you think are overdone?

I...cannot stand pet whumpees? And spineless whumpees. It's just something I can't do, I don't find them interesting and they just lose my attention really quickly. But that's why I don't really follow a lot of blogs who write those things!

22. Tropes you think we could use more of?

I want more bitey whumpees, give me whumpees who are just a little insane, a little batshit. I want them to go stupid and crazy and suffer the consequences after winning. I think that's what draws me to Mariano! He's so calm and even-keeled but also so, so willing to just throw himself into wildly dangerous scenarios and fight like he's going to die. He makes calculated risks, and is generally good at that math, but sometimes said math includes "will I need to burn myself alive to survive this?" and he just doesn't mention it.

23. Favorite sites/archives for consuming whump? (question by @dammittmarie )

Tumblr! I don't really go on other sites.

24. Have your whump preferences changed recently? If so, why? (question by @fyeahvulnerablemen​)

It honestly fluctuates with my mood! But literally everything does, so that's just normal. Lately I've just been super into environmental whump! It really brings the "in the end, he's still just a human being"-ness of Mariano out, and I love that. c:<