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"i would find you in any universe" but it's very clearly intended as a threat

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Hey you. Yeah you. Have you considered putting your guardian angel in chains and keeping them confined in your basement/closet/bathroom/whatever in your house you can keep someone? You should.

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"It's okay...I'm okay," Whumpee panted, trying to reassure Caretaker.

"Are you?" Whumper asked, raising an eyebrow. "Give me some time, I can fix that."

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pretty sure i’ve used this but it just keeps happening

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characters apologizing for things they have no control over. mumbling sorry while losing consciousness. feeling ashamed of a bleeding wound. embarrassed when an infection sets in. deep seated feverish guilt when they need to be carried, when their legs won't keep them upright anymore and they lean heavy on a friend, slurring apologies..........

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Caretaker for Living Weapon lying to their boss and exaggerating LW's wounds, just so they can get some more rest. They think they're doing something good.

LW finds out and is furious.

They got punished for getting injured that badly, they were supposed to be better than this, and they are.

But Caretaker unknowingly made it worse.

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tw: domestic whump, bruises, physical abuse

“Stop—! You, you can’t just keep hitting me whenever you want.”

Whumper smiled.

“Oh yeah, I bet that hurts you, doesn’t it.”

“Could you be serious for just one fucking second? You seriously can’t keep doing this anymore. People are starting to notice!”

Whumper scoffed. “Please. Whose ‘people’?”

“My coworkers—yesterday somebody asked me if I was ‘okay’— I told you that concealer wasn’t doing shit for the black eye.”

“I don’t give a shit what your coworkers think.”

“But I do. My job could be on the line here!”

Whumper’s face twisted.

“So? That stupid job is the only reason I don’t have you completely to myself.”

Whumper advanced, forcing whumpee to back away.

“Seems like if you lost it you’d have more time on your hands for more important things.”

“Like being your fucking punching bag??”

Whumpee let out a tiny gasp as their back hit the wall. Whumper hummed, amused.

“Well for starters, yeah.“

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“No, no, don’t touch your face. The rag is there to keep the blood out of your eyes. Just relax.”

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Is it okay if i take your heavily conditioned, dysfunctionally dependent little guy and give him contradicting orders so i can watch him lock up with indecision and a carnal terror he cannot escape?

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blood on women is sexy if it’s someone else’s. blood on men is sexy if it’s theirs. hope this helps.

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Whumpee was looking away when Whumper popped the pills into his mouth.

When he turned back, Whumper cradled the man's face between his hands, thumbs digging into his cheekbones. He pushed his face against Whumpee’s.

Whumpee didn’t resist the kiss. Their mouths met, warm and wet, their tongues tangled together like it meant something. For a moment, he got lost in it. 

It felt real.

Until he tasted it. Chemical. Sharp, bitter. 

Whumpee’s stomach twisted. He lurched back instinctively—but not fast enough.

Before breaking the kiss, Whumper pinched Whumpee’s nose shut and clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t spit them out. You hear me? Swallow.”

Whumpee gave a shakey nod, blinking hard as the bitterness of the pills lingered on his tongue. He parted his lips slowly, opening his mouth to show it was empty.

“Good boy.”

Whumper’s grin flickered.

“You’re gonna like that.”

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“this will hurt. i need you to stay as still as you can. you just need to get through this so the pain can end, okay?”

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whump idea - Whumper who emphasized whumpee's name so much during captivity that even the sound of it can put whumpee back into that headspace and that fear, trembling when they hear their own name. Maybe they try and over come it, but eventually, the realize it's just better and easier to get a new name.

And then, of course, you know what would happen if anyone called them by their old name.

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Stuff I love seeing in tired characters (whump/writing ideas)

-Being so tired they're barely cohesive but force themselves to stay awake for the sake of whatever they're doing

-Mumbled or slurred words, snapping when they don't mean to

-Holding back on rest so much it only becomes apparent when another character sees them and it dawns on them they are *not* okay

-Falling asleep mid sentence

-Staying in the same clothes for days, hair disheveled and messy

-Downing coffee or energy drinks as they're the only thing that keeps them from passing out on the spot

-Falling asleep slumped over their work at a table or desk and waking to find a blanket over their shoulders from a worried caretaker

-Finally looking in a mirror and being startled by their own haggard appearance

(Will probably make more of these, but feel free to add!!)

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Your whump word(s) of the day

"Why are you doing this?"

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It's so funny to me that the term "whump" can easily mean anything from "this character has a cold 😦 but here's another character taking care of him 🙂" all the way over to "this character is being viciously tortured to death" and sometimes those two creators are following each other.