#or whump enough

[whump-is-a-fabled-thing]

waitwaitwait i have a favorite trope i need to do more of

whumpee is sleeping/semiconscious and frowning, and caretaker gently traces their furrowed brow with their thumb and watches the tension melt away

[hold-him-down]

[jasmines-library]

Good Enough

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WHUMPTOBER DAY FIFTEEN :Prompt: Childhood trauma/"i did good, right?"

Summary: After Bruce rescued you from an abusive family and adopted you into his own, you worry that you haven't done well enough for him on your first patrol.

Warnings: mentions of an abusive family.

Word count: 700

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER 2024

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You had been training for this your entire life. Or at least your entire life with Bruce Wayne. He had taken you in from a young age. He had seen your potential and rescued you from an abusive situation. He took you from your lowest; from a place where you were unappreciated, to one where you were loved and cherished. Bruce had trained you hard over the years, helping to build up your abilities brick by brick. He had given you something to work towards. And you had finally gotten there. But you felt like you had to repay him. Like you had to live up to the expectations cast down on you from the generations of previous Robins. 

An anxious feeling simmered in your chest as you shadowed Batman through the city. This was your first patrol, and the anxiety had forged together with this unexplainable excitement that bubbled up inside you. It was exhilarating. Darting across the rooftops was all that you had imagined yet so much more at the same time. It was supposed to be a nice, quiet and easy night based on recent activity in Gotham. But of course nothing is ever simple and soon you and Bruce were dashing over to the other side of the city to stop some thieves from robbing a high end jewellery store. 

You skidded to a halt at the sound of smashing glass under the blaring of the sirens. You could see the thieves halfway down the street ahead of you, their bags full as they sprinted away. You were hot on their heels forcing your legs to go faster as you tried to keep up with Bruce and to catch them. The pair turned a corner down an alleyway. This was your chance. You knew the streets well; you had been studying them as part of your training. So, instead of following them you continued on straight before taking a left coming out in front of them. 

The thieves didn’t notice you at first and proceeded to hop the fence before landing straight in front of you. You readied your weapon and adopted a fighting stance like you had been taught. You were ready to fight. But the minute they straightened up, you were hit with an immense sense of fear. 

They looked like your parents. 

Tall and lean, the figures now resembled your birth parents as they loomed before you. Their words rang in your ears, telling you how much of a disappointment you were. How you were a waste of space. Ungrateful. You froze. Lost for a moment as you were struck with all of your childhood trauma. But then you caught a glimpse of Batman’s cape and were reminded of why you were out here. Reminded that you were loved. 

Raising you weapon you lunged forwards first. Landing a quick blow to the shorter criminal’s side, you tackled them down to the ground. Very quickly, Batman joined in the fight and the alley was filled with a flurry of punches and rouge kicks. It didn’t take long before the two were on the ground and in handcuffs, ready for the GCPD to take away. 

Batman straightened and placed his hands on his hips as he took in your work. He then turned to you, his gaze impossible to tell from under his mask. He could tell that there was a slight hint of fear underlying the look you had plastered on your face. So, he crouched down to your level, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. He could tell that something was up, but he wasn’t quite sure what. 

You swallowed thickly before asking nervously “I….i did good, right?”

Bruce’s face softened almost sadly. He knew that you had been through a lot. Far too much for anyone to go through, let alone a child. “So good, kiddo.”

“...you mean it?”

He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before deciding to just pull you straight into a hug. “Of course. I’m so, so proud of you. You did amazing, kiddo. Better than I could have ever asked for.”

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<- DAY FOURTEEN ⛧ DAY SIXTEEN ->

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[hannibard]

"We accept the love we think we deserve" and all that 🤷🏼‍♀️

[whatiswhump]

We talk about aching of old wounds and breaks that pulsate in throbing unrelenting anguish years after…

But I’m here to posit that the worst kind of haunting wound is nerve damage. Nerve damage spasms in electric like stabs that feel raw from the very first shock. Nerve damage feels like you’re being electrocuted at any given moment and the pain receptors are eternally sharp and much too sensitive, unlike the throbbing that eventually dulls into bluntness of the aforementioned aches.

Nerve damage makes your whole body twitch if it is unexpected and significant enough, even if you’ve had a thousand before that should have primed you to hide it.

Nerve damage feels like glass is embedded inches into your skin, waiting like shrapnel to cut in afresh at every movement.

Nerve damage doesn’t just remind you of your past but haunts you with shocking clarity like the first time every time.

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Will never not love writing characters panicking after being involved in some battle or some sudden disaster or attack. Adrenaline alone keeping them clear headed while they're in the midst of the worst of it -- maybe they're in a command position of some kind so they *have* to keep it together -- but one they get a second's relief they're a shaking, inconsolable mess. A young soldier making it to a safe zone after a battle gets out of hand, sitting hunched over and trembling, trying to asses their own injuries but unable to think because they can still hear the sounds of swords clashing, or of gunfire. An earthquake collapsing a city block and someone in charge working their ass off to get as many people to safety as they can even as rubble builds up around them, finally getting a moment to breathe and all they can do is lean against the remains of someone's home or workplace, exhausted and in shock.

[ihavesomejays]

it’s not worth the leap, harumasa

closeup + alt colors under keep reading

[cepheusgalaxy]

Defiant whumpe who keeps it up all their captivity and as soon as they're rescued they turn off. Nope, no defiance for them any more. No wit either. They're just—tired. Apathetic. Limp. Weak. Sensitive. Useless. Turned off.

[letitbehurt]

A Whumpee who, at the start of their captivity, challenged Whumper’s stare. Glaring openly, fists clenched around the bars of their cell, undeterred by the threat of Whumper’s approach.

That same Whumpee, weeks or months or years into their captivity, flinching when they hear Whumper’s footsteps in the corridor. Whimpering at the sound of a key fitting a lock. Curling up tighter in the farthest corner of their cell, unable to meet Whumper’s eyes.

[evasive-anon]

Let Danny’s Parents Be Criminals

I hate the reveal gone wrong trope in the dpxdc fandom because we know Jack and Maddie end up supporting Danny and Dani in the end. His parents have some major flaws but wanting to torture their actual child isn’t one. What they are guilty of is going way too hard on any plan they cook up without thinking of the consequences.

If I were writing a dpxdc fic and I wanted Danny in adoptable status I’d just have Jack and Maddie in jail on charges of domestic terrorism after they killed off GIW agents and destroyed the GIW’s bases. They realized their ghost kids were in potential danger and went at the government the same way they went at ghosts, guns blazing and with reckless driving.

They end up in federal prison and they Vlad wins custody cause he’s rich and there is your runaway Danny plot starter.

[whumpitisthen]

Imagine keeping Whumpee in a cursed/magic display case 24/7. They're fed, they don't need to use the restroom, but there's not enough room to lay down, and they're completely deprived of human contact, and even if Whumper completely abandoned them, they can't die while they're in there, but is it really living, when they're trapped behind glass?

I thought about this a lot and I've come to the conclusion that this would be like being bound to an object entirely. Like living in a mirror, or being inside an amulet kept close around someone's neck. Caged, only ever being able to watch, but never even being allowed not to, never being able to sleep, or experience anything themself. All they have is what they see.

It would be indescribable torture to exist like that no matter what. If they are somewhere busy, watching over a street or something, all they can think about is how badly they want to be one of those people, free and happy. Meet with family, have dreams, goals, things to do, food to eat, hobbies to try.

But if they are abandoned, forever locked away somewhere where nobody goes, nothing happens, for years... Imagine setting free a whumpee like that. One that not only hasn't had an ounce of control over their life, but also not even a body to really speak of. How could a whumpee like that live? How would they act around others? How would they know that they need to eat and sleep eventually?

And what if its the worst of both worlds. What if they are fortunate enough to be stuck in a busy space — it's just unlucky that that place is a front row seat to the most demented torture of others, perhaps even people they personally know. They have something to watch, but they wish they didn't, they wish they didn't have to see all the suffering, they wish they could just close their eyes or stop existing altogether.

But also, being put on display is just a whole other flavour of awful. Imagine a fallen king... The kin of a rare species... The snitch... An example... So many reasons they could put somebody on display for, and have others stare at them all day.

[writinglittlepains]

whumpee being transported in a car:

front seat: buckled in, arms bound behind their back. struggling to unbuckle themselves and reach the door even as whumper is right there, calmly driving

back seat: same situation as front, except maybe there's more seatbelts tying them down. or maybe they're bound and just dumped on the floor

trunk: bound and gagged and stuffed in the trunk. maybe whumper drives dangerously on purpose so whumpee is thrown around. they have no idea where they're going

[whumpandothercomfort]

More masochist whumpee with sadistic whumper thoughts:

Whumpee who loves pain but hates humiliation. Whumper alternately doling out condescending praise as a reward and amused degradation as a punishment, keeping the pain the same for both. Each response is humiliating, but at least the praise lets pet know they've done well.

Whumper slowly and methodically testing all of their favorite torture methods, taking notes on Whumpee's responses. This lasts for days on end because pet needs "time to recover" between each instrument. Otherwise, how will Whumper get accurate results?

Whumper learning both the type of pain that makes Whumpee bluescreen with pleasure AND the type that makes them panic. Being a secret masochist means pet has gotten by without anyone ever trying very hard to find out what actually scares them. But Whumper is very dedicated!

Whumper discovering that it's very, very easy to push pet into a state similar to intoxication through pain endorphins. Surely they will use this power responsibly :)

Whumpee who's never allowed to be comfortable, even when Whumper isn't playing with them. Whumper is very creative when it comes to restraints. They like pushing the envelope of "painful positions that nonetheless won't make your limbs fall off if you hold them for ten hours."

Whumper spending hours working pet into a state of total muscular exhaustion/failure, and THEN restraining them in a painful position, when they're literally too tired to struggle.

Whumper telling pet to thank them for the pain. Pet resisting due to the aforementioned hatred of humiliation. Whumper leaving them alone in a locked room with no attention for a week, just to make a point.

Whumpee discovering just how much they'd rather be hurt and humiliated than left alone.

Whumpee thanking Whumper. For paying so much attention. And taking such good care of them.

[sadiecoocoo]

You guys should watch Ultimate Spider-Man. They give Peter so many boyfriends. Also it deserves more recognition and fan content that I don’t wanna make rn and literally cannot make since I don’t have access to my computer rn

[ygodmyy20]

Day 5 Whump / Separation

CW Blood, Injury, Flashing!

My first time attempting animation! I just wanted to lean into the prompt for today. It’s rough, and angsty as all gets out…..

And it is one of my fav things from this week. I really like how it came out.

A scene of Shigeo finding Teru hurt. And the storm that follows.

[letitbehurt]

Whumpees who used to be notoriously heavy sleepers, but after their captivity they hardly sleep at all and the smallest sounds jolt them awake.

Caretaker hardly dares to breathe when Whumpee falls asleep around them. They silently threaten anyone within earshot not to make a sound. They protect Whumpee’s rest with a vengeance, because it’s so rare.