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Captain using his scary dog privilege to walk around the base..
#weapon whump#living weapon whumpee#weapon whumpee#whumpee#whumpee x wumper#whumpee x caretaker#whump community#promptfactory#whump scenario#villain x hero#hero x villain#whump#jazztag draws#an encounter in the snow
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Whump Ideas: Broken Weapon
- Whumpee losing a battle after breaking their weapon
- A gun exploding in whumpee’s face
- Whumpee’s favorite weapon broke. It was more than dear to them, and they responded a lot stranger than those around them suspected.
-Whumpee stabbed with a broken blade
- Accidentally shooting self
- A gun failing to fire when Whumpee got their one chance to off Whumper
- A shattered blade cutting Whumpee (entering their body like shrapnel)
- Magic staff failing, causing Whumpee’s magic to backfire
- Magic staff exploding
- Whumper breaking their weapon on Whumpee
- Weapon falling apart when Whumpee needs it the most
-Shield being blown through
- Explosive blowing up too early
- Whumpee (or Whumper) using anything and everything as their replacement weapon
#whump ideas#whumper#whump#whump inspiration#whump prompts#weapon whump#whump stuff#whump scenarioes#whump prompt#whump prompt list
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Clove Masterlist
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When a werewolf child comes out of the woods covered in cuts, burns, and bruises tries to murder Ephraim outside his own cottage, the vampire takes him in to heal him and figure out who did this and who carved their initials into the child's arm.
Content: Werewolf whumpee, human sorcerer whumper, vampire caretaker. It's got weapon whump vibes, but less weapon and more 'sacrifice I've spent years preparing' vibes.
Main Story line - Complete
Part 1 - Silver Stake Part 2 - A soiled Blanket Part 3 - Goldenrod Part 4 - Food and Bath Part 5 - Training Part 6 - Bookmark Part 7 - Teeth Part 8 - Macabre Part 9 - Travelling Merchant Part 10 - Encounters Part 11 - Unburied Grief Part 12 - Why? Part 13 - Play? Part 14 - Heat Exhaustion Part 15 - Quiet Grief Part 16 - Faerie Circles Part 17 - The Pit Part 18 - Fight Back Part 19 - Chandelier Part 20 - Trapped, Trapped, Run Part 21 - No Monologues Part 22 - Good Hosts, Good Guests Part 23 - Up a Creek Part 24 - Guest Rules Only Apply to Guests Part 25 - The Procession Part 26 - Preparations Part 27 - Alliance Part 28 - Sleepover Part 29 - Hungry Part 30 - You're Mine Part 31 - Funeral Feast Part 32 - Blood in the Mirror Part 33 - Home Epilogue
Extra Content
Voltober - Stubborn as a Mule Voltober - It's So Easy When You're Evil Voltober - When the Lambs Become the Wolves
Art
Hyrum (Chained in Jack's basement) Hyrum (After first bath and stitching) Ephraim (Actual reference) Ephraim and Hyrum (Happy times) Ephraim, trapped and useless Benny, design and whump Halia and Kortops designs
Fanart
Hyrum snaps back! (part 18) Hyrum's least favorite outfit (Part 26)
Ask doodles
Sunburn
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Living weapon PTSD
Content: punishment aftermath, scars
(stoic whumpee vibes)
Sees someone pick up a long thin object, immediately winces and takes a rigid, chin-up posture like a soldier in line
Or (if severely triggered) yanks off their shirt in one fluid motion, turns and faces the wall, bracing their hands against it for support
If they see a weapon they watch it, and whoever has it, like a hawk
Trying to figure out who's in charge no matter what situation they're in. Using a formal tone with them even if they're TRYING to just be normal
Tensing up around people that act/speak like whumper. They don't want to embarrass themselves by flinching every five seconds so they're just going to flex every muscle until they are gone.
Self aware of their stiff posture. Sitting down and forcing themselves to relax into a couch and put on a fake smile
Caretaker seeing their scars and covering their mouth.
In that event, whumpee flushing and covering them because they're still ashamed of "earning" the punishments that left those marks
Or if they're from combat, smiling and telling the story proudly because they made their owner proud that day and they weren't punished
Trying to explain what happened and then suddenly going quiet
Answering questions like they're being interrogated by a superior
Refusing to speak because they're flashing back to a time they were interrogated in an enemy compound
#living weapon whumpee#whump writing#living weapon#whumpblr#whump ideas#whump#whump prompt#whump scenario#whump community#stoic whumpee
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So like... a living weapon on trial. The weapon is no where near healed not at all, hasn't done anything for their self since they were rescued. And weapon facing trial for the acts they committed. The most crucial piece of evidence of why weapon shouldn't be punished are the tapes of their training. When the tapes are being shown, weapon shocks everyone and begins crying.
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weapon has barely asked for anything, only things they really need. So when they are on trial, they ask to not be in the room when the tapes are played. When weapon comes back in, their stomach curls at the pitying faces surrounding them. Some people are even crying.
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Living Weapon Whumpee having a bad day after one of the missions and finding the team they're assigned to sitting around and playing cards. Whumpee getting down on their knees next to one of the team members and hesitantly resting their head against the team member's thigh. Whumpee silently begging to be pet like a dog or at least just allowed to say here because they just haven't positive, non-painful human contact in years and they're just... cold.
Bonus points if they choose the member of the team that hates them the worst because that's the one they feel the biggest need to please.
#whump community#whumpblr#whump#emotional whump#whump prompt#living weapon whumpee#bad team dynamics#pet whump#??? i think#touch starved#team whump
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very specific scene of living weapon whump when, against all orders, they do something soft. they cradle a flower in their palm; they hesitantly pat a small dog on the head; they wipe a tear from a dear one's face. these hands are made for hurting, and gentleness takes so much work. i just love it.
#living weapon#living weapon whump#living weapon whumpee#whump#whump community#whumpblr#whump prompt#hurt/comfort
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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.
#making a delirious whumpee both needed AND dangerous my beloved#devolving into a living weapon out of need#even as it breaks caretaker's heart#whumpee#caretaker#living weapon whumpee#delirious whumpee#magical whump#whumblr#whump#my stuff#out of it whumpee
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characters that become the whumpee for being the strongest one
the contrast of the strongest character being taken down to nothing. stoic characters shaking and gasping in a way that’s so unlike them, fighters left limp and lifeless when they’re needed most
characters who are always on the front line, the point man to every operation, taking down all the threats and enemies and generally the best at what they do until missions go wrong and the team has to scramble to the rescue
living weapons always getting beaten, shot, stabbed. so used to bruises and scrapes and violence until something serious really takes them down, forces them to rely on the help of others or suffer alone with only scraps of help from their handler(s)
the protector gets taken out and the other character(s) have to step up, save them, devise an escape plan while much more vulnerable and disadvantaged without their fighter in commission
caretakers that can barely drag whumpee around, much less carry them. whumpee bleeding out as caretaker desperately heaves their dead weight, blood smearing all over tile, slurred pleas to just leave them behind ignored
begging for whumpee to stay awake while pressing slack and bloody fingers around the hilt of a gun
“Please wake up. Wake up. I need you.”
the strongest character worked to the absolute brink, so drained after all the grueling back to back missions they eventually just collapse
fighter character forced into the ring at the whim of some villain or to save the rest of the team. winning round after round but never given any water, never given the chance to take a break. eventually every punch comes sloppy and misplaced, footing uncoordinated, until finally one hit makes them go down and they don’t come up again
fighting while injured, having no other choice but to protect other character(s) while bleeding all over the place, barely able to lift a gun or reduced to just throwing around the weight of their own body with the blind sheer instinct to survive
the strongest characters feeling like they should be last in line for medical treatment, presumed to be okay when really they're always taking the worst or bleeding out from a hidden wound
the greatest threat treated the harshest by captors. characters so dangerous they’re the first one taken down, drugged or hit the hardest, searched and restrained much more thoroughly than the others
characters whose only role is being the fighter/protector, which makes them expendable and first on the chopping block when the whole team is captured
alternatively, fighter character is whisked off to be used for nefarious purposes while the rest of the team is collateral. forced to commit massacres or countless crimes until they come back injured and the captors refuse any sort of care
#whump#whump community#whump tropes#defiant whumpee#living weapon whumpee#whump writing#writing ideas#writing inspiration#whump prompts
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Weaponized whumpee who people are terrified of.
Feared by their friends, their team; even whumper.
They were dangerous no matter how hard whumpee tried to control it. They were surrounded by their team who argued amongst each other over what to do with them.
Were they safe to be around? What if they lost control? It's only a matter of time, right?
Whumpee kept their eyes low. Their hands balled into fists, but they felt themselves squeezing another hand.
"Hey. Are you good?" Caretaker asked, wrapping an arm around them to block some of the shouting.
"I'm calm." Whumpee whispered back, worried to give anything but a positive response. They didn't want to scare caretaker too...
"Okay, why don't we go somewhere quiet for a bit." Caretaker didn't wait and had already pulled them to their feet. Their team didn't notice the departure; they were deep in argument over if they should hand whumpee to a lab to "de-weaponize them" or kill them outright.
The second the door shut, caretaker wrapped whumpee in their arms. They could feel whumpee shaking; they were just as terrified of the team as they were of them.
"I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
#whump#whumpee#whumper#caretaker#caretaking#comfort#comfort whump#whump scenario#whump angst#whump writing#whump prompt#weaponized whumpee#hurt/comfort#dangerous whumpee#protective caretaker#team whump#whumpblr
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Recaptured living weapon Whumpee who is about to face the consequences of their escape. And when Whumper brings them back into that painfully familiar room, when they calmly take out the whip, Whumpee knows precisely what to do.
Their feet take them to the middle of the room, and they kneel, methodically disposing of their shirt. As their shoulders roll back into a straightened position, they can practically feel Whumper's gaze burning into the back of their head. A sadistic, eyes-only smile, knowing that even though Whumpee was physically free for some time, they never truly escaped.
#guess who's back (probably for a few days until burnout catches up to me again)#hope you enjoy#whump#whump prompt#whump ideas#whumpee#whumper#whump scenario#whump blog#whump writing#conditioning#living weapon whumpee#conditioned whumpee#sadistic whumper#failed escape attempt#recapture#recapture whump
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living weapon who’s never been treated as anything other than an object and has never been shown a drop of sympathy or compassion suddenly falling into the hands of a carewhumper. they’re given privileges, comfort, affection.
…and it is the most uncomfortable they’ve ever felt in their entire life. this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. this isn’t what they were made for.
#bonus points if they take it all as patronization#or just stiffen like a board whenever the carewhumper hugs or pets them or whatever#whump community#whump#whumpblr#whump prompt#carewhumper#living weapon whump#living weapon#living weapon whumpee#intimate whumper#comfort whump#sort of
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Whump Prompts: Swords
Whump that includes swords, y’know?
Whumpee pinned to an surface, impaled by a sword
Whumpee sliced by a swordsman so quick and intricate that they fail to realize how bad their injury is until later
There was nothing more terrifying than when whumpee noticed that whumper’s favorite sword once had a life of it’s own. A life that had their previous whumpee’s name attached to it
Whumper threatening whumpee with a sword’s point to the bottom of their chin
Whumpee was confident in their sword fighting skills, until whumper came by and showed them how it’s really done
Whumpee being saved by a sword fighter, terrified of caretaker all the same as whumper
Whumpee was wounded in a sword fight. They already thought they had it the worse, before the poison kicked in it.
Whumpee once was a sword fighter, but lost an arm at some point. Living without the same danger depresses them, and they take the journey to magical whumper in hopes of change.
Stoic sword fighting caretaker, meets arrogant defiant sword fighting whumpee
Attacked with a serrated sword
“You stabbed me?! With a sword?!” “What no it’s just uhhhh, really really big knife”
Whumpee growing too weak to lift up their sword
Whumper bests whumpee, and now their sword is just out of reach
Whumper’s sword was enchanted, and no one knew what it was capable of. Now unfortunately whumpee has found out.
Caretaker looks outside of the window of their home, only to see a slumbering figure with a sword sticking out of them.
#whump#sword whump#whump prompts#whump writing prompt#whump writing prompts#whump ideas#weapon whump#defiant whumpee#whump stuff#whump scenarioes#whump scenes#whump scenario
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Fallen: Part 11 - Apple Slices
Author's notes: SUP I WRITE FOR I AM IN PAIN! This story is so fun. I'm so excited everytime I get to write in it. We're getting Ivan whump for the next few chapters for surrrre.
Masterlist - Part 10
Content: Henchman whumpee, scientist whumper, dehumanization, fighting, kick to the ribs, mentioned scars, creepy whumper, intimate whumper, brainwashed, weapon whump
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Dr. LeAnne, now free of two failed projects, could focus all of her attention on this one, and it was going very, very well. The only problem she was having with it was that she had to share. She could put up with Dr. Ortega who watched Alpha-2 with polite disinterest. He was here for the technology and processes, He didn’t care about breaking some random man into the perfect slave weapon.
Dr. Anthony, however, watched Alpha-2 with hungry eyes and Dr. LeAnne had a suspicion that he wanted what she wanted. A perfectly loyal dog to do his bidding. She had to really keep herself in check around him, knowing this. She would win this fight, she knew it, but she needed to stay on top of the game at all times if she wanted Alpha-2 to be completely hers.
Today was the fourth day of his training. She had missed the day before because of a lost asset, but she didn’t have time to linger on that problem, considering the fact that Dr. Anthony would take her weapon from her if she didn’t stay very involved.
Alpha-2 was a little shaky on his feet still from how long he had been in information training, though he had taken it very well. He did what he was told, if a bit slowly and with a dazed expression, like he didn’t quite know where or who he was. Dr. LeAnne would fix that soon. He would know who he was exactly. He was hers.
His right arm was inflamed and rashy from the dose of Alpha-1’s blood that had been given to him this morning. Hopefully he would show signs of the powers properly developing. For now, they would need to get his muscle mass up so he could fight hand to hand.
“Alpha-2,” Dr. Anthony said into the intercom, making Dr. LeAnne grind her teeth together. Who was this guy to order her weapon around like that? She was the one who made the acquisition so she should be the one leading the project.
Alpha-2 straightened up, facing the wall with the one way mirror, arms folded behind his back and back straight. If it weren’t for that dazed expression, Dr. LeAnne would have thought him the perfect soldier already.
“You will not stop fighting until I say so, understand?”
Alpha-2 gave a singular nod.
“Good.”
He pressed another button and doors opened up, revealing 4 men hired for the training. The scientists had a good idea of Alpha-2’s fight prowess as the henchman of a powerful villain, but they had been testing how much of that knowledge and power had survived the mental training.
A good deal of it, it seemed. Dr. LeAnne couldn’t stop grinning as she watched Alpha-2 deal with the four men very well. Sure, he was too weak to actually win against them all, but he was skilled enough to keep them all at bay for long enough that it had Dr. LeAnne salivated just thinking about how well he would be fighting when he was well fed and rested again. When his feet no longer shook under him and when his body really began to accept the blood he’d been given.
And then she looked at Dr. Anthony and saw the exact same expression. She would need to kill him soon, maybe by Alpha-2’s own hands, but for now, she would have to satisfy herself with undermining him.
She leaned forward to press her own intercom button and said, “You may stop fighting now, Alpha-2. Units, back down.”
The fight summarily stopped and Dr. Anthony’s face reddened as he realized she had completely proved that her voice could stop a fight that he commanded to continue.
“Alpha-2, you will keep fighting and-”
“Oh, come now, Dr. Anthony. He’s unsteady on his feet and we’ve seen enough. We don’t want the project hurt before it can come to fruition, do we? I will take it from here.”
“No, I-”
But Dr. LeAnne had already left the office and entered the arena.
Alpha-2, who had stopped and returned to his waiting position facing the mirror, slowly got to his knees, hands folded in his lap and head bowed when he saw her coming.
“Good boy,” she crooned. “I brought you a treat.”
She loved that little tremble through his shoulders when she offered him kindness. He was still sweaty, bruised and cut up, but she ran her head over his freshly shaved head and reached into her pocket for the apple slices she’d brought along.
She fed him by hand as the door opened and Dr. Anthony stormed in, on the verge of a full on fit.
“You can’t do that! He is on a strict dietary plan and-”
“Oh, come now. You can’t treat him like a machine. He’s a sweet little animal. And he performed well so he gets a treat,” Dr. LeAnne cooed. “Aren’t you just, Alpha-2. If you’re lucky, we might even give you a name!”
Alpha-2 didn’t respond, but his trembling was all the confirmation she needed that he was ecstatic about the praise.
Dr. Anthony’s voice took on a low and threatening tone as he said, “You are trying to take this project for yourself entirely. I will bring this to the board and they will have you removed. You failed once already, and-”
“Oh, hush. Alpha-1 wasn’t a good subject for the training. Not like Alpha-2 here. No. You are much better than him, aren’t you. You can take orders and still be so strong for us.”
Alpha-2 was trembling with so much excitement that Dr. LeAnne wondered if he was going to wet himself. She almost wanted him to, even if it would be a mess.
Dr. Anthony clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “I will have you kicked off this project, LeAnne.”
“You can certainly try. And if you do, good luck synthesizing the blood substance correctly. I didn’t write everything down.” She gave him a cheeky smile, still rubbing Alpha-2’s head.
Dr. Anthony opened and closed his mouth several times before throwing his hands in the air, clearly too angry to argue before storming off.
“Come, Alpha-2. Let us go to the cleaning room.”
Alpha-2 stood and followed her like a dazed duckling, and when they got there, she sat on a bench and patted her lap.
“Come lay down. You’ll be needing your rest, but I do need to speak with you before you sleep.”
He sat on the bench and slowly lowered himself down, putting his head in her lap where she could stroke his head, massaging his forehead. His eyes went even more out of focus, trembling even more fiercely now.
“You are doing really well, and you’ll do even better for me, won’t you? There’s a task I will need you to be ready for, you know. An asset that escaped. I need him back soon. Not right now, but soon. His blood is necessary for making you powerful, you know. So you will help me when the time comes, yes? You’ll do so good, won’t you?”
Alpha-2 nodded eagerly. “Yes, Ma’am. I will.”
“Oh, aren’t you just the sweetest. You don’t even know who the asset is anymore, do you.”
His confused expression delighted the scientist and she laughed, moving her hand to cover his eyes. “Oh, don’t you worry, dear. That’s perfect. You are doing so well. And if you are very good, I will let you kill Dr. Anthony yourself.”
He tensed up at that. “I can, Ma’am? I’d be-” he yelped as she shoved him off her lap and onto the floor, kicking him in the ribs. He moved quickly to kneel for her as she’d trained him to.
“You do not talk unless given permission,” she said sharply.
He nodded once and froze into a perfect statue again.
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes. I will. But only if you are good. If you prove your training isn’t wasted on you.”
He nodded again, keeping his eyes on her shoes.
“Good. Now. Did you want the rest of these apples?”
Usually, a question would be good enough to allow him to speak, but he simply nodded, not wanting to anger her again.
“Come here, then.”
Soon, his head was laid in her lap as he knelt by her feet, slowly eating the apple slices with half closed eyes. While he did so, Dr. LeAnne looked over the freshly healing scars on his back. Most of them were markings to help identify details about him, and she traced over them. They had been made in a way so as not to stress him out, but she decided that she would make it hurt when she took him for herself and marked her name into his skin. He would always be her perfect project.
“You must not speak a word of what I have told you to Dr. Anthony or Dr. Ortega, understand, Alpha-2?”
The project nodded faintly.
“Even if they torture you.”
He nodded again, this time more firmly.
Satisfied, Dr. LeAnne was quiet and content as she fed him the rest of the apple slices.
Part 12
Fallen taglist: @looptheloup @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @snakebites-and-ink @starsick1979 @galaxyofwhump
#whump#whump writing#henchman whumpee#scientist whumper#weapon whump#dehumanization#scars#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#brainwashed#fallen#crestlen#ivan/alpha-2#boooiiiiiiiiii#he is in for it!#I have such plans!#Dr. anthony is going to be a serious problem for sure#good luck everyone#and especially ivan
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Different types of conditioning for different whumpees is really interesting because it changes their fear responses! Like
A slave whumpee that was conditioned to keep their hands in front of them or else they'd get whacked in the arm with a cane. Their reaction to realizing they're not doing it is to flinch and grab their arm.
A living weapon whumpee that was trained to stand stiff and tall, or they'd be slapped in the face. Now when they catch themselves slouching, they squint and stiffen, clenching their jaw so they don't accidentally bite their tongue when they're slapped.
A prisoner whumpee freezing up and going still when a door clangs. if they blended in, an angry guard might pick a more defiant prisoner to make an example of.
A pet whumpee that was conditioned to pretend to be happy and cute, and was kicked across the floor when they didn't. When they're caught being upset, they skitter to the other end of the room and protect their ribs and face.
The right-hand-slave of the king or cult leader that had to look amazing and represent the kingdom or they'd be whipped that night. If they do something awkward, they go cold and swallow, fearing punishment later.
#whump writing#whump ideas#whumpblr#whump prompt#whump scenario#living weapon whumpee#conditioned whumpee#pet whump#slave whump#captive whump#tw slavery
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I love the concept of people playing with their weapons. Someone tossing and catching a dagger. Someone with a gun clicking the safety on and off or twirling it on their finger. A sword/bat user pretending their weapon is a baton and treating it as such. There's just something so interesting when people treat their weapons with such casualness and lack of caution because they know they wont hurt themself.
...now apply this to a living weapon whumpee. Handler purposely riles weapon up, just for some fun. Handler sparing with their weapon. Handler making weapon entertain them.
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