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Maverick S2E12 Prey of the Cat

bonus what happened next fic "No Longer the Prey" by: Deana - Tag to the episode, 'Prey of the Cat'. Bart has been through hell, and needs to find Bret. ff.net link

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I'm a big fan of hurt/comfort tropes where the hurt is ongoing and escalating. Characters trying to cope with their situation and insisting that it's fine, they're fine, even as things get worse and worse and worse - especially if no one around them knows what they're going through.

Characters hiding their illness, even as they grow sicker and sicker. Characters trying to cope as their homelife becomes increasingly abusive or neglectful. Characters ignoring their injuries, only for them to become infected. Characters being stalked/ tormented by a villain and pretending that everything is fine, even as the villain continues escalating. Characters left homeless as winter approaches and their money dwindles.

I could go on. There's something very satisfying about seeing a character frantically trying to pretend like everything is okay until eventually they can't hide it anymore and get caught (and helped) by the people around them.

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i know we all laugh (mostly fondly) about the paper-thin plots in porn that only exist to make the sex happen, but i was reading some old stargate fic over the weekend, and i really think we're sleeping on the paper-thin hurt/comfort plot that only exists to force the characters to FEEL THINGS.

like, is this scenario realistic? no. does it make any rational sense? no. does it provide a built-in excuse for a character to collapse, bloody and disoriented, into the arms of his beloved/friend/partner? obviously, that's the whole point of this exercise.

i love it. it's my favorite thing in the world.

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Recovering whumpee keeps having dreams about whumper. When caretaker asks, whumpee calls them nightmares. But is it true? Does it count as a nightmare when all they're doing is talking?

It makes whumpee wonder-- what kind of broken person would miss someone who treated them the way whumper did?

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this or that - environmental whump (1)

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this or that - environmental whump (2)

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living weapons <3

can you imagine what itd be like to love someone whos known nothing but pain for their whole life. someone whos only purpose has been to hurt and be hurt? the unfamiliarity with the gentle, the kind, the soft because they've only ever experienced the brutal, the cruel, the rough? the discomfort when it comes to physical contact, because theyve only ever been touched in a fight or as a punishment? how difficult it would be? how they dont communicate because they never were taught to. how they bottle everything up, hiding their mental and emotional anguish behind the stoic shield theyve had up forever. trying to help them, love them? coaxing them out of their shell, healing their crushed, fractured being. teaching them everything theyve never known, what love truly is? can you imagine taking a creature that is more scar than skin and bringing them back from the darkness with nothing but love, care, kindness? staying up with them, comforting them after their nightmares, holding them as they weep for the first time in years? reminding them that their scars, mental or physical, do not define who they are, that they're so much more than what they've been conditioned to believe. they aren't just a living weapon, not anymore. they're someone who deserves love and affection, who deserves so much more than what theyve had for the past several years? can you imagine the sleepless nights, where theyre afraid to sleep because of night terrors that bring them back to their fighting days, their punishment days? trying to convince them that you don't care about their scars, because you don't, their scars dont define who they are. you love them, the creature, the person, for who they are, and nothing could ever change that. the hours you spend together each day, in silence, because they dont know how to communicate their emotions, they never learned? so you just sit there, taking comfort in the safety of each other's presence, knowing that the other is there for you, always?

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hand-shaped bruises. bracelets of finger imprints on wrists, branded on shoulders or throats or hips. the lack of plausible deniability. the way anyone seeing it can tell something Happened. someone who cares sees it and there’s no hiding the ongoing whump anymore. the photographs memorializing it. the moment a sleeve slips and a friend or coworker or roommate asks “whoa, what happened?”

just. the obviousness of it. the distinctness of it. hand-shaped bruises my beloved.

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kidnapping via the trunk is well n good, but I love the peril of the character being seen within the car :^D This was gonna be part of the 31 Days of Kink, but I never got around to it! 

I guess Lance can be caught by mafia or s/t idk _(:,D I just wanted to draw “kidnapping” + “car bondage” w/ a sprinkle of “struggle”

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Hero’s eyes flickered back and forth in a panic. Metal cuffs clasped around both wrists, their ankles secured similarly to the chair legs. How they had gotten here they couldn’t quite remember, and yet the metallic taste in their mouth couldn’t be good.

Their brain pounded inside their skull and Hero had to squint to make sense of the smallest detail. A sea of concrete surrounded them, pillars marked with spray paint and railings tarnished by rust. Behind them, Hero heard the clinking of glass and froze.

A gloved hand brushed along the curve of their shoulders, sending a shudder through every nerve. Hero turned only to be caught at the base of the neck. They sucked in a breath as fingers coiled tight around their throat, releasing just a moment later.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve planned this.” Footsteps echoed along the concrete. Hero craned their neck, anything to pinpoint the form that circled behind them. The hand returned, wrenching their head back before they could get a proper glance.

“Ah, not just yet,” The voice chided, “I didn’t say you could look.”

Hero swallowed their unease, “What do you want?”

They were released, slumping forward from the absence of pressure. More tapping. The high clink of glass was a pinprick in the Hero’s ears.

A pressure at their side made them flinch. A fatal mistake. Hero jerked to the side, and as such ducked straight towards the needle they had failed to notice. A single prick and their skin became fire. Only then did their captor step into the light.

Dark fabric hung loosely from their shoulders, the collar popped on the leather trench coat. Caramel strands fell over their temples and curled at the ends, though failed to conceal the green eyes beneath. Villain greeted them with a feline smile, the syringe still gripped between their fingers.

“You asked what I wanted- well the answer is quite simple darling.” Hero blinked hard, barely able to process the words. Their limbs already felt ten times heavier. “I want you. I always have, and this here will help me achieve just that.” They tapped the syringe and smirked.

Panic shot through the Hero’s veins but they couldn’t move. Their skin prickled all over, numb yet burning at the same time. Even the ache of the cuffs had faded around their wrists. Hero could feel nothing.

They opened their mouth to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. With a knowing smile, Villain shot them a pitiful glance. “Don’t fret,” they said, “when you wake again this will all be so much easier.”

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Maverick "The Devil's Necklace" pt 1 & 2

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Thinking about whumpers and whumpees and the intimacy of stabbing. The inherent intimacy of the act.

Whumpers who lean into whumpees as they drive the knife in... The slight resistance then give somewhere soft and vulnerable... Does the whumper whisper something into whumpee's ear? Are they silent? Do they take note of the way whumpee's breath hitches, or the warmth of their body heat radiating from where the hilt of the knife kisses the skin? Do they savor the blood leaking out onto their knuckles and between their fingers, or does it disgust them?

Do they hold whumpee close in mock comfort as they wait for them to pass out from pain/shock/blood loss? Do they hold them, hand fisted in their hair, for the express purpose of keeping them upright only to drop them, let them collapse at their feet?

Do they yank the knife out? Tighten their grip and hold it there to savor the feeling? Do they twist the blade? Bring the knife up and stab them again?

Whumpee trembling as they try to process what just happened, their brain not able to make sense of the pain just yet. Doubling over with a low gut-punched groan or barely there whimper when they do.

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Caretaker gives Whumpee a huge (maybe unjustified) "The Reason You Suck" Speech, which drove Whumpee to tears as they run to their room.

Later, Whumpee decides to make things right by sneaking out and tries to stop Whumper themself... only to be captured by said Whumper.

The next day, Caretaker, who felt bad for screaming at Whumpee, goes to their room to apologize... only to see that Whumpee is nowhere to be found.

And Caretaker knew that it was their fault.

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Me constantly: “how can I turn this into a Whump scenario?”

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The Big Combo (1955) - WHUMP

Lt. Diamond is being tortured. The rule is to leave no mark.

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Can we please stop making caretakers act like literal robots? I don't necessarily mean to make your caretakers hide really bad injuries, even worse then whumpees. I mean just make them something more then just a medic-therapist sorta thing. They can be whumpees friend, sibling, partner or mentor, anything really. Giving them their very own problems other then caring for the hurt is quite importand, otherwise its not realistic whatsoever and like i said - makes them seem like robots or some kind of helping machines, of course unless thats the look youre going for.

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a character who has bottled up something terrible that happened to them. maybe it's something they saw, maybe something done to them, whatever it is it's profoundly traumatized them. they keep going, pushing it down, dismissing concerns, or even having suppressed it long enough nobody even knows to be concerned at all. and then one day they talk. one day, because they finally can't take it anymore, or they were so triggered they can't keep it in, or something messed with their control (fever, drug, etc) that they just spilled it out.

and the entire time they're talking, they're shaking so hard it makes it difficult to speak. their friends/teammates/whoever try to listen and try to help, extremely alarmed with how seriously they're affected, but the shaking just keeps getting harder. they're not crying, they're just. shaking.