#my whumpees

[whumpitisthen]

"trembling pursedog freakboys"

"I could fix him" well DON'T, I'm trying to breed a new generation of trembling pursedog freakboys and I need his cringefail loser genes.

[this-violence-of-mine]

here's some picrews of my new boys :) the link is under the 'read more'

this cutie is cecil! he's a skilled gymnast and ballet dancer! he has a tendency to go on long tangents about random topics and his friends think he might've missed an adhd diagnosis as a kid. he also tends to find trouble and his friends frequently have to save his ass. his best friend, hugh, his lover actually made him a stuffed dog he carries everywhere he goes! but watch out :)

here's hugh! he loves music, books about history, and programming. he definitely thinks he's smarter than his friends and frequently keeps information from them out of fear their perceived ineptitude might hinder his plans. despite that, he does genuinely care for them and will go to great lengths to keep them safe. during a particularly rough time, cecil made him a flower pin out of clay and he keeps it on his person 24/7.

this menace is maverick. he's the brawn of the group. he loves lifting weights and will never stop striving to be the strongest he can be. despite most people's first impressions, he's actually a very gentle person who enjoys gardening and fragrant tea. he cares greatly for his friends, but he often does consider himself first and foremost when making decisions. in the end, he tries to do what's right, but his choices are definitely skewed.

this guy here is ryan. he's a creative at heart. he loves writing, drawing, and painting almost as much as he loves reading fantasticaal stories and folklore. he often thinks outside of the box and when unorthodox situations call for unorthodox solutions, he can easily modify whatever hugh comes up with. when not creating or reading, he likes to have peaceful chats with his friends. he and maverick often have long discussions about plants and their meanings.

here's the link to the picrew!

[whump-in-the-closet]

weak in the knees for situations where a stoic whumpee allows someone to help them. they don't say a word of acceptance but they don't protest either. Too injured to say no and too tired to deny they need it. Just grudgingly letting a gentle hand guide them to a bed or to wrap a wound. Then a quiet, "thank you." in between sharp breathing as they try not to break down in front of someone else. Love love love shielded vulnerability

[tender-traps]

bloodbags who aren't captives

being a vampire's unofficial property. you don't live in their basement and you don't do their bidding but you're theirs

vampires who stalk their prey, in the human sense of the word. they know your schedule and they know where to find you

vampires who overpower you and enjoy the fight every time, who would never be satisfied with a captive who understands that resistance is futile

vampires who use simple threats to get what they want without a fight

(a single parent and a vampire who threatens to hurt their kids)

vampires who don't need mind control when they have blackmail and extortion

vampire boss and human employee who reeeally needs this job

landlord vampire who'll throw you out if you don't let them feed from you once in a while

loan shark vampire who's being very generous allowing you to pay part of your debt in blood

vampires who are loved and respected. if you tried to tell anyone what they really are they'd never believe you

the cold dread of realizing you're not alone in the house and knowing exactly who it is and exactly what they'll do to you

vampires with free-range bloodbags :)

[aceofwhump]

So I went and saw the Back to the Future musical last night (it was amazing by the way) and Marty McFly has always been a whumpee of mine but now I totally count him as one of my musical theater whumpers! OMG every time he got "punched" by Biff I enjoyed it a little too much 😂

Do you have any musical/theater whumpees? cause I just watched a bootleg of Hadestown and oh my god. Orpheus. the perfect whumpee.

YES I DO!!!!!!!!

Oh gosh nonny I love musical theater so much. Orpheus is DEFINITELY on my whumpee list. He's such a good whumpee. I also love Christian from Moulin Rouge, Jack Kelly from Newsies, Donny Novitski from Bandstand, Dimitri from Anastasia, Fiyero from Wicked, Max or Chris from the Mischief Theater troupe, and Georg from She Loves Me

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

We all know about magical fatigue as a whump trope for magical overuse. Now I raise you: Magical euphoria.

Magic that feels good to use. It leaves the user dizzy and lightheaded, a giddy energy rushing through their entire body. It's enough to leave the most stoic whumpee giggling madly, to make the most obedient soldier go rogue. It's a power that ultimately, inevitably, controls its user.

Mages aren’t trusted to act on their own. They can’t be, not when each spell costs them their sanity. Not when, in a daze of manic joy, they’re just as liable to destroy the enemy as their allies.

And so they need a handler.

Imagine Caretaker in this situation. Forced to watch Whumpee throw themselves into madness, to turn themselves into an unthinking weapon under the demand of some uncaring general. Having to put aside their affection for Whumpee as a person, and analyze them as a tool.

It’s Caretaker who decides when Whumpee is still fit for battle. It’s caretaker who has to look into their dazed and distant eyes, blood dripping into a too wide smile, and decide if Whumpee has anything else to give.

It’s Caretaker who decides when they’re too far gone, when Whumpee needs to stop. And if Whumpee can’t, it’s Caretaker’s job to make them stop. Even if that means using force, even if it means hurting them, because letting them run wild isn’t an option.

And when the battle’s over, when Whumpee is either led or dragged away to the medical wing, Caretaker’s the only one brave enough to tend to their injuries. They wrap bleeding, scorched fingers without a word, the only sound being Whumpee babbling, mad ramblings. Caretaker knows they won’t remember any of this. They still talk to Whumpee anyway, soft, comforting words they hope will bring Whumpee back faster.

And when whumpee’s eyes finally clear, when their body sags with exhaustion they’re just now able to feel, Caretaker feels nothing but grief, because it’ll start all over again tomorrow.

[whumblr]

I am obsessed with strong Whumpees who can hold their own, mow through Whumper's henchmen, but meet their match in Whumper himself.

With Whumper leaning against the wall, arms crossed, shaking his head, watching how his useless men get annihilated. He pushes off from the wall, literally steps over the carnage. Whumpee meets him head-on as just another pawn to put in the ground. But the fight is over in seconds.

If it's their first meeting, Whumpee is in shock that they didn't just lose, they lost bad.

And so the second time, after wiping the floor with some side characters, Whumper steps onto the scene and Whumpee just blanches :) Falls back a step :) The beating from last time carved into their bones :) Leading to so much delicious angst.

Bonus if they're equally matched or Whumpee is stronger, but Whumper knows exactly how to exploit a weakness (Caretaker).

[villain-enthusiast]

TOUCH-STARVED HERO RAHH.

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“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine, actually,” the hero muttered from their sloppy position on the ground, though the oozing gash slicing across their torso and the fresh bruises circling their throat said otherwise.

The villain arched a brow, crouching down so they were eye level with the hero. “Do you think I’m dumb?”

The hero glowered at them. “Seems like you're deaf, actually. I said I’m fine,” they snapped, even as pain shuddered through their battered body. “Now if you could just get out of my way—,”

“Darling, please. You couldn’t stand up even if you tried, let alone walk yourself halfway across the city to your apartment.” The villain smirked at the hero’s deepening scowl, but the teasing flair didn't quite reach their eyes. “Let me do you a small favor while I’m here, at least.”

The hero bared their teeth. “Fuck off. I don’t need your stupid healing powers. You'll probably turn this into one of your idiotic bargains—," A harsh coughing fit cut them off, rattling their chest.

They tasted blood on their tongue. Fuck.

“Gosh, so prideful." The villain sighed, tilting their head. "Oh look at that, you're bleeding." They lifted a hand and ran a thumb over their hero's lips, wiping away a smattering of blood that had spilled from their mouth.

The hero's breath hitched at the villain's touch, the smallest, most delicate of noises escaping them before they could stop themselves.

The villain paused, their brow furrowing as their gaze took in every little movement and detail of the hero's involuntary response.

The hero's jaw tightened. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to get away, but they couldn't move. Or was it that they didn't want to move? "Villain, I swear—,"

Then the villain’s hand was cupping their cheek, and the hero melted.

A desperate whimper tore from their throat, their head lolling into the cool touch of the villain's palm as all the pain and exhaustion radiating through their body suddenly evaporated.

They closed their eyes, feeling their face begin to burn with shame.

"Oh, sweetheart," the villain murmured. Their other hand swept through the matted strands of the hero's hair, working through the tangles.

The hero had to bite down on their lip so that they didn't make another embarrassing noise. So gentle. The villain's touch was so, so gentle. So at odds to their earlier opponent's strangling grip and blinding punches, so contrasting to gaping loneliness and helplessness of coming home to no one, of having to painfully stitch themselves up day after day after day...

The villain brushed away a tear that the hero didn't realize had fallen.

"Hey, look at me," the villain said softly, nudging their chin up. The hero blinked at them, fighting back a sob. "You need to let me heal you, okay? You're losing a lot of blood."

The hero swallowed, barely processing the villain's words, their brain entirely occupied by the hand still on their face—or maybe it was just the blood loss. "Yeah," they managed, voice hoarse. It felt like their vocal chords were coated in tar.

"I'm going to do your stomach first," the villain noted. "I need both my hands for this, alright?"

The hero nodded, ignoring the inevitable panic that shot through them at the sudden absence of the villain's touch, which returned almost immediately on the deep laceration on their lower torso.

The hero cringed, bracing for some kind of torturous, painful mending, but the villain's powers were warm, soft, like honey in a cup of hot tea or a crackling fireplace during a winter storm. God, how many years had it been since they'd felt so comforted?

A whimper escaped the hero once more. They tensed. Jesus fucking christ.

The villain cracked a smile as they worked. "Don't worry, love. You're not the first person I've healed that enjoys the feeling." They brushed a palm over the wound, weaving the hero's flesh and skin back together. "This is gonna scar, but at least you'll live to see another day, hm?"

The hero scoffed weakly, still drunk on the villain's magic.

The villain swept their hands over the hero's body, feeling for more damage. "Gosh, Hero," they hummed, "you get yourself into so much trouble, do so much for this pitiful city, and for what?" They placed their hands on the hero's battered neck, soothing the inflammation. "When's the last time someone took care of you?" they asked quietly, but the question seemed more for themselves than for the hero.

Several heartbeats passed before the villain pulled away, finished with their work. The hero couldn't stop themselves from chasing their touch, nearly toppling over.

The villain caught them before they hit the ground, chuckling. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you?"

The hero felt a lump form in their throat at the thought of the villain leaving. I'm not gonna make it home. Not without Villain. They squeezed their eyes shut, swallowing their pride. "Please," they whispered. "Take me home. All I ask."

"Don't need to ask me twice." The villain swept the hero up into their arms, smirking at their indignant (and exhausted) glare. "You're not walking, sorry. You're getting all my love and special treatment today." They winked, as if they were joking.

But as the villain paced their way to the hero's apartment, and as the hero began to fall asleep in their arms, they both knew it wasn't a joke.

[hurtwithallthecomfort]

Living weapon whump where the protagonists don’t even realise that whumpee is a person to start with. The protagonists think they’re looking for some sort of legendary sword or magical weapon that went missing years ago. Maybe they work for whumper, trying to get their mentor’s signature weapon back after it was ‘stolen’. Or, maybe, whumper is their enemy, and they’re trying to find their secret weapon before the opposing team does. Then, instead of some dangerous curse buried underground, they find fragile-looking whumpee who saw one small chance to flee whumper and took it. Whumpee, who looks at the team terrified of being forced back into battle, the place they’ve been hiding from for so long. The protagonists, now realising they have to pick between annihilating the enemy with ease and winning everything in the blink of an eye, or putting whumpee’s safety first, despite the fact that it could cost them everything.

[whumpitisthen]

Sleepy whumper cuddling a scared whumpee... Holding them close... Nuzzling their neck... Lying on top of them like a cat... There is no escape it is time for eepy seepy

[whumpbug]

this is probably an overdone trope but a personal fave of mine: whumpees with concussions

whether it’s from an explosion/accident or just a plain ol bonk on the kitchen counter. they’re my JAM

when the whumpee wakes up they’re confused and nauseous and disoriented and out of it. they’re not quite sure where they are or what happened but they do know there are gentle hands guiding them to sitting and muffled voices speaking to them

when the whumpee can’t vocalize anything except for ‘’my head hurts” because it does and they feel the unexplainable urge to tell the people around them that, maybe in hopes that someone will do something to ease the pain

whumpee being so exhausted but they aren’t allowed to sleep because it’s dangerous until they can get proper medical attention so caretaker (very reluctantly) has to keep resorting to increasingly uncomfortable ways to keep them awake (ex: slapping, pinching, shouting, shaking), which leaves whumpee whimpering and crying softly

when whumpee finally does get to sleep, it isn’t even that restful because caretaker has to wake them up every four hours and when they do they are greeted with the pitiful whines and groans of whumpees who just wants to rest

feel free to add to this (please do actually) but this has been in my brain and i needed desperately to share it with u all ദ്ദി´▽`)

[mischefous]

Saw you wanted whump-y LU requests, and I wanted to suggest maybe a piece of either Wild or Twilight being sick, and hallucinating that the other isn’t there, when they actually are? Or something along those lines?

Hope you have a wonderful day!

I really enjoyed drawing the expressions on this one! poor Wild is super sick and delirious to the point where he is hallucinating that everyone is gone 😭

Thank you for your lovely request @four-eyed-nerd! I hope you have a wonderful day too💙

HSAJFJSHKW- LOVE IT WHEN I DRAW HANDS AND THEY LOOK LIKE PROPER HANDS

[whumper-whimsy]

drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...

[crimsons-whump-pile]

whumping characters who are unused to pain is such an interesting thing. it barely takes anything to make them scream and sob, but if that’s the most they can take, how do they react when those limits are breezed right past? if it only takes a single slice to bring them to their knees, how do they react to a dozen? how does the pain of a sprained wrist hold up against a handful of shattered ribs? push those limits, see exactly what it takes to break a whumpee and then shove right past it with no regard.

[unforgivenn]

"But you're about to go up there and act like a pleasant, obedient pet in front of my friends. You will smile at them, laugh at their stupid jokes, and if you dare to embarrass me I will make last night look like child's play."

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a living weapon whumpee only takes orders from ONE person. They’ve been conditioned to ignore everyone else’s orders. This means that after rescue, the team can barely get whumpee to drink or allow them bandage their injuries. One of the teammates manages to imitate whumpee’s handler by deepening their voice.

They stay out of whumpee’s line of sight, standing behind their hospital bed. “Drink this,” they snap, hating how they have to command this broad-shouldered ghost of a person. Without their armor, without their mask, whumpee looks like a wraith. There’s nothing behind their eyes. They play with the hospital blanket with twitching hands that have strangled and maimed.

When whumpee hears the order they stiffen to attention and take the cup offered with those still-shaking hands. But the cup slips through their fingers and lands in a puddle on the tiles.

They immediately tense up, shoulder blades flung so far back they touch. Their breathing quickens, waiting.

But nothing happens.

They give whumpee a new glass of cold water. This time, they lift the cup to whumpee’s lips and hold it steady, with one hand behind their head for support.