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Hii! May I request a yandere concept for Papyrus from Undertale? <3

Fun Fact, when Undertale first came out, Papyrus was my first fictional crush (Wish I knew why, he just was.)

Yandere! Papyrus Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Jealousy, Stalking, Clingy behavior, Oblivious behavior, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Okay, I feel Papyrus is a character that's less intense than his brother is.

He's confident and charismatic, albeit childish and naive towards many things.

He works hard and has shown to be lonely.

This is why he tries to get along with everyone around him, almost like he's looking for approval.

I personally feel Papyrus is rather childish when it comes to his obsession.

He has a better chance at being a platonic yandere than romantic, but would probably attempt to be romantic if it made his obsession happy.

He may also read his obsession wrong, thinking they have a romantic attraction to him when they don't.

Overall I think Papyrus would be a relatively innocent yandere in a way?

I mean, he wouldn't harm anyone even when jealous.

He'd want his obsession happy and doesn't like to make them upset.

He may be a bit clingy, but he won't harm anyone like other yanderes.

He's a bit childish, just seeking approval from his obsession because he enjoys their company.

Even when he drags you onto a date he probably still just views you as some sort of best friend.

He's inexperienced with such things.

He's not even trying to intentionally manipulate you.

Papyrus seems oblivious to what's going on around him at times.

He may not even realize he's sabotaging your relationships.

He doesn't like to feel left out so he ends up slipping into conversations even when he isn't needed.

I also feel Papyrus gets obsessed fast.

Based on his encounter in the game, he probably comes off as a bit overwhelming to his obsession because of how fast he escalates.

You could try to set up boundaries but there's times he gets a bit too excited with you.

Papyrus works hard to get the appreciation and validation he craves from his obsession.

He doesn't enjoy hurting you or others.

Why would he do that to the people he cares about?

He's oblivious to if his behavior is wrong, too.

For example, I can see Papyrus calling you often or even following you around.

He loves the attention and wants to ramble about things.

He's happy that you listen to him and enjoys every ounce of attention you give him.

He's almost got golden retriever energy? Which is funny since he hates dogs.

He's not possessive either, or feels he has to stress over protecting you.

He's more just clingy and always wants attention.

Which may not be bad compared to others, but it can get a bit overwhelming.

Even though his obsession isn't that bad, I feel Sans would support him.

Undyne might support him too since they're close.

His brother knows he's obsessive about you, always wanting to be around you as your buddy.

Sans may even set up a little hang out for you and Papyrus.

Even if you feel the taller skeleton is a bit much, Sans gives a subtle threat to you about breaking his brother's heart.

You'll be having a bad time if you do such a thing, that's for sure.

How could you ever want to break his heart anyways?

He means well, right?

He just follows you around because he wants to impress you and be in your presence.

He inserts himself into conversations for the same reason.

He wants you to think he's cool, cool enough to be part of your inner circle.

Will you be impressed when he's part of the Royal Guard?

He hopes you will be.

It's a good thing he won't harm you or kidnap you.

However, he still feels really isolating since he only ever wants you around him.

You can't seem to hang out with anyone else without Papyrus getting involved.

He doesn't seem to mean it, yet you're too nervous to tell him to go away.

Mostly due to Sans.

You can probably get away with making boundaries though, like specific days to hang out.

He still blows up your phone though.

Papyrus would invite you to his home often to hang out.

He makes you puzzles, he tries to cook for you.

Honestly, Papyrus could get away with being a normal friend if he's given enough attention.

He'll only act up if he feels you're ignoring him.

He'd stalk his obsession, but I'm not sure if he'd be very good at it.

He also seems to be bad at lying, so there's a good chance he'd struggle with an excuse.

Papyrus seems like he'd be affectionate when it comes to hugs.

I doubt he can kiss but he does appear... excited at the idea of it.

If it makes you happy, he'll do it.

In fact, that thought process dictates a lot of his obsession.

He wants you both to be happy.

But if something makes you happy, there's a good chance he'll try it out for you.

He's such a docile yandere, honestly.

Almost too docile... which means I have to make him worse.

What if one day, Papyrus doesn't want you to leave his house?

Maybe you've been finding his behavior creepy, maybe he's scaring you with how often he follows you around?

Or maybe he's freaking out your friends?

Imagine one time you hang out with him and tell him you need to take a break.

Hanging out is cool, but you have other friends you need to speak to.

It hurts to see him look so upset when you tell him this, but you stand your ground.

You tell him you're going to leave for a bit and head home, reaching for his room's door.

Only for you to feel heavy and fall to the floor.

Papyrus has the blue ability similar to Sans, imagine if he gets so worried you're going to leave him he uses it against you?

He's sputtering pleas and excuses, begging you to not leave him alone.

You're his best bud! You two have been through so much!

Can he really let you go?

Not likely.

He won't kidnap you, but he'll keep you still while he tries to find a way to compromise with you.

By the time he lets you go, it's because you took back your words.

You'll stay a bit longer, you'll get used to his presence more.

You won't talk to your other friends.

Papyrus wants to be the center of your attention.

He may not even see what he just did as an issue!

By the end of that scary encounter, you're left in his room with him, wondering what to do next.

If you try to distance yourself... will he tell Sans?

Him telling Sans or even Undyne, or just the fear of it, is enough to make you go along with whatever Papyrus says.

Those two are close, if she heard you were ignoring Papyrus...

Well... Dealing with Papyrus seems like the better option.

He's adorably childish and just wants you happy... Maybe you can make things work despite his jealousy?

While Papyrus himself is rather docile and tame to deal with.

He has people who will back him up if you make him upset.

Getting involved with Sans or Undyne isn't on your list, so you just smile and bear it... It's better than the alternative, right?

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Never Touch That Dial

A/N: Behold, my very self indulgent reader insert Yandere Mr. Tenna hypnokink fanfic. It’s not smut, but I don’t wanna put it in the real Deltarune tag. It’s also not explicitly romantic, but go ahead and read it that way. And also the reader owns the tv, but is not Kris. Contains the pet names sweetheart, darling, star, and doll. Also I can’t help but have at least a little angst, even in my self indulgent fantasies. Please note that this is not an induction, just for fun.

Special thanks to @caspianhypno and @bawdybooster for encouraging this garbage, and irl friend Josh for the beta

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Hey there, sweetheart! It’s so FANTASTIC to have you on the show tonight! You put up a real good fight, and while I’m sure the cameras loved every second of it, I’m just glad we can all be FAMILY FRIENDLY again.

The Gatcha ball? Oh, you mean the patented Mystery Ball! That’s just to keep the GRAND PRIZE safe! Safe from what, I hear you asking? Why, safe from anyone who might want to steal you from me, of course!

Don’t worry, I’ll keep you entertained forever! We’ll DANCE and SING and do fun QUIZZES-

…what do you mean you wanna go?

That top half of the ball is clear, you can watch through it, and that’s all you need to do, right? All you need to do is watch your dear friend Tenna!

No… no, no more fighting. Nothing good happens when we fight. We should never fight again. Besides, I have a better idea!

We have a very special show for you tonight, darling. A special game. An exclusive bonus feature guaranteed to boost our ratings and the fun-o-meter straight to the top!

Say it with me, darling, IT’S TV TIME! And from here out, it’s always going to be TV Time! You’re never going to want to touch that awful dial again!

MIKE, put on our GRAND FINALE!

There it is, our feature presentation, right on my screen, isn’t it great folks? A classic spiral guaranteed to make you mine! Why, I’d almost call it HYPNOTIC! Hahaha! Usually, classic TV takes a little time to appreciate, so i figured I’d simply skip the preamble!

Oh, are you looking away? I’m afraid that’s the wrong answer, my dear contestant. You’re my little ACTor, and if you’re refusing to ACT, then we’re gonna go to commercial until you do. How long do you think you can resist the call of entertainment?

Haha, what? There’s nothing wrong with me! Don’t try to change the picture, sweetheart, I’m controlling the transmission! I control the horizontal, the vertical, the volume, brightness, warp, focus, and of course the channel, it’s all me. Not that you can reach from in there, anyways! You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about my dials ever again.

…No, you can’t say that, I’m… I’m functioning perfectly! All my cathodes firing just fine! Sure, I’ve got a few decades on me, but that makes me classic, retro, vintage! The only burn in I have is burning passion for you! I’m not broken! I just need you… to fix me! I just need you to stay with me. This… this will fix all of that! You won’t ever leave me again! I’ll make you… unable to leave me. Unable to want to leave me. All you gotta do is look at me and I’ll be fixed again.

Darling, I need you. I don’t exist if I’m not seen. I need…

Come on, Darling, just one little peek! I’ll keep you safe, forever! You can only act, and it’s your turn, so eventually you gotta do something! You gotta turn to face me! Look at me!

…

There’s my STAR! That’s right, it’s like a game, and all you gotta do to win is stare at the center. I knew you couldn’t stay away forever! Oh, that spiral’s gotta be almost as gorgeous as you are. Staring without a care in the world… Oh, it feels so SWELL to have your attention again! Just like the old days, you used to watch me for hours!

Don’t you remember that? Late night marathons, watching until your brain ROTS and you forget what time it is? Letting the static fill your head? Almost like it is now? We had so much fun, didn’t we, sweetheart? And now we can have fun forever! You’re all mine! Isn’t that right, my beautiful little viewer? Look at that, the Fun-o-meter’s off the charts now!

Let’s start with a little QUIZ! Don’t worry, it’ll be easy for you.

How do you feel?

I LOVE MY TV

I NEED MR TENNA

I WANT TO STAY FOREVER

MY HEAD IS EMPTY

…Oh, sweetheart, did you run out of time because you’re so empty? Well, I’m not called an idiot box for nothing, folks! That is absolutely ADORABLE, but the audience demands an answer! Let’s go to an easier quiz! Just pick any answer, whichever calls out for you.

You love your TV, don’t you?

I LOVE MY TV

I OBEY MY TV

I NEED MY TV

I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT MY TV

Good answer, sweetheart! That’s my good little star.

Of course, it’s a trick question. The real answer is all of the above, isn’t it? Haha!

I wanna hear you say it out loud for me, darling. That you love your TV.

Say it.

Good star. Say it again.

Say you LOVE your TV.

You do, don’t you? You love me?

Oh-ho-ho, darling, I could hear you say that all day. I knew you’d make a fantastic STAR!

If you love me, darling, then I don’t need to keep you in that stuffy ball anymore, do I? Because you don’t want to leave. You can’t even imagine leaving me, can you?

There you are, I can just CRACK it open and take you out… oh, you’re so small, I can just pick you up and carry you like a doll! And you’re an adorable little doll, aren’t ya? Come with me, sweetheart, we’re going backstage.

I can’t get over how cute you are, little lightner! I could just kiss your forehead and squeeze your cheeks all day. I’m gonna have to keep you safe, I’m sure so many people would want you as their treasure. But you could never leave me for anyone, could you?

Here, darling, just sit up in this chair! I drew up a new contract! It’s just in case something… happens. Goes wrong. Don’t worry about what’s in it. It’s like a quiz, and the answer is your name! Just sign here, and you can be my star forever and ever! MY star. Heh heh!

There it is! Good little star!

Now, what games should we play first…

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Static Shock

(Platonic Yandere Tenna x Reader)

The controller has gone cold.

How long have you been holding it?

It’s starting to hurt. It feels stuck, like the chill has frosted it to the flesh of your fingers.

Not just “room-temperature cold” or “unplugged cold”. Not “like no-one’s touched this thing in years” cold.

“Left outside in late December” cold.

You fiddle the right joystick until the playable character, an 8-bit approximation of you, stumbles forward and onto the next screen. It flickers, for a moment, and the loading screen, pitch with the exception of one white circle, glints.

How long was it on-screen?

Long enough. Your reflection appears in the black, and you see a tired, gone-pale face. Gaunt.

How long have you been here?

“Sorry for the hold-up, folks!”

Mr. Tenna’s voice is electronically sounded, equal parts digital sugar and crackling tin foil. It splits the silence like tissue paper.

All angular charm and outdated commercial jingle energy, he’s beside you now, standing beside the couch in his cherry-red suit and black pants, giving a static-stiff smile, a frame-perfect loop of corporate cheer, one gloved hand on his hip and the other pointing straight out at you.

“Say, you’re lookin’ a little dim there, buckaroo. Pale in the pixels! When’s the last time you slept? Ate? Took a breather?”

You wouldn’t know. You couldn’t know. How could you? In his desperate attempt to maintain an all-encompassing facade of control over his little slice of this world of shadows, Mr. Tenna has gone out of his way to remove every last aspect of “time”, from analog chronograph to pixel hourglass to pastiche sundial.

All that remained were pixel clocks, built for flashy, show-stopping countdowns.

Time, passing not in hours, but in segments. Blocks of broadcasting, neat and clean.

So you can’t give an answer, aside from “more than a dozen game boards”. Not that he was actually waiting for one, anyhow.

“Well, have I got just the thing for little ol’ you! Do you find yourself craving simpler days? Longing for a taste of your old life? Of those sweet, careless nights spent special programs made just for you?”

His hands come together in a soundless burst of static, a resounding, snapping “clap”. Your vision whites out for a moment. When it clears, the room has changed, and you’re sitting in a high-backed chair, pressed into crushed-velvet cushioning. The table seems to run lengthwise for miles, but by width is thin, barely a foot from start to finish.

“You liked this one when you were little, right?”

Mr. Tenna asks, sitting in the chair parallel to yours, impossibly light for his size, as if he’s made of broadcast signals and stage lights.

“…liked… what…? There’s not anything-“

His screen twitches into a smear of static, just for a second. It resets to display his usual smile, only offset by a bundle of nerves popped into the corner, a vague approximation of weary frustration.

“It’s coming, kiddo! Don’t go getting your pixels in a twist!”

…it seems a little unfair that you’re getting scolded for asking a very relevant question in regards to his own prodding.

There’s not time to complain. There’s never time to complain.

Two of Mr. Tenna’s Pippins- no, three, stacked together to give the facade of filling out a snazzy black suit. One Pippin for each leg, and one for the tuxedo. It’d be cute, under any other circumstance. They’re rolling along a meal trolley, polished to a gleam.

They roll (they’re trying so hard… but even the one on top can’t see past the cart) the cart up to the table- wheels clicking neatly in a rhythm, fuzzy ka-click after fuzzy ka-click, like old static that learned how to march. It only stops when the bar of the trolley smacks into the table. The platter- there’s just the one- it slides off the carrier, and across the table.

The Pippins skitter away, eyes wide. They don’t bother to grab the trolley.

Mr. Tenna’s hand stops it from going past you, and he gives an exaggerated half-bow as a sort of over-the-top presentation.

It’s… whatever it is, it’s covered by a silver-garnished cloche, shaped like your captor’s head, complete with antenna and pointy nose. It’s… “cute”, sort of, but lacks a convenient lifting spot. For lack of holes, steam spills from… the top, some form of cartoon logic that only the Dark World could get away with.

“Go on, sweetheart! Pop that shiny bad boy open before our viewers fall asleep!”

The lights dim. A spotlight hits the tray. He leans in close.

You reach for the cloche.

With some effort, you press your still-freezing fingers into the seam where the lid meets the plate, and with a sharp squeal of static- like an old dial-up modem trying to scream- it lifts.

There’s a square of black plastic, sealed with semi-permeable cling mesh.

A… a TV dinner.

The kind you buy a child. The kind that used to come with a dessert (chocolate pudding with chalky star sprinkles, or a giant chunk of brownie) in the top right corner, half-frozen and half-pocket of plasma no matter how long or quick you microwaved it.

Your throat tightens at the sight, each portion of the tray a little harder to look at.

“Ta-da!”

Mr. Tenna grins, spreading his arms with the grandeur of a magician who just pulled trauma from a top hat.

“Just like Mom never had to make, huh?”

Even through the moisture gathered below the translucent packaging, you can see four sections. Top right with a dark chocolate brownie. Top left with four soggy chicken nuggets. Stretching three-fourths of the bottom is a chunky swath of mac-and-artificial cheese, nuclear yellow. Bottom right, a tiny pocket, holding two plastic packages. One is a tube of squeezable chocolate fudge, and the other is a packet of unbranded ketchup.

It’s very familiar.

“Familiar” is too kind a word to describe this feeling, though.

You’re not sure when the shaking started. There’s an invisible tremor that runs through your jaw, rolls down both shoulders, and blooms out from your spine.

You remember the taste of powdered cheese and chicken skin, with a mild heat that never reached to the center.

You remember eating every bite because no one would be there to make you something else if you didn’t.

Lonely nights. Screaming fits. Tearful meals.

Wetness builds behind your eyes.

Mr. Tenna, smile gone sharp, leans in to pop the tray open. A mixture of smells (you want to say “waft”. that’s too gentle. so-) escape the tray.

“You used to love these, kiddo! What’s the hold-up?”

The room feels smaller. The ceiling drops closer. The crushed-velvet imbedded in the chair is crushing back.

“Go on,” the showman says again, more quietly this time. The artificial sugar is dripping out of his voice, leaving something bitter. “Just a bite. For old time’s sake. For me. For your old pal, Tenna.”

You want to tell him you can’t. The words do not find your throat.

His fight tightens around the tray like an electric vice, tearing the mesh so hard that macaroni sloshes against the side, spattering melted cheese onto the table.

His volume pitches back to the regular booming crackle, forcing you to cower away and cover both ears.

His free hand; veined with frustration lines that pop through even his gloves, grabs the spork packaged with the meal.

He lifts the plastic scooper like a spear, and sharply skewers it into the mound of sticky yellow paste with too much force, little rounded tines bending under the pressure.

There’s a smear, and a static crackle, and he’s on you.

One hand conforms to the curve of your throat, thumb pinned to your chin to hold your lips apart.

He laughs.

Not a show laugh. Not a cheery “ain’t-I-a-stinker” chuckle that’s backed by manufactured studio applause and canned jingles.

This one’s… raw. Human.

And it’s horrible.

“Aww, kiddo, I forgot! You need me to show you how well I can take care of you!”

He shovels the spoonful in, snarling in frustration as it smears over your cheeks, dribbling from your lips.

You try to turn away, hot tears bubbling over until they’re spilling down your face. They mix with the cheese, and pass onto Tenna’s red sleeve, staining it. If he notices, he doesn’t care.

His grip tightens.

Another lump is forced into your throat. Then another. Three. Four. Five.

Your body revolts, stomach heaving in rebellion, mouth twitching against the artificial salt and curdled nostalgia. Every bite is a battlefield, your gag reflex against his insistence, your blurry thoughts against his jagged focus.

There’s a very notable gag, bulging your throat uncomfortably.

He pauses, only pulling back to survey your face with an eyeless stare, snaring a cloth to scrub your face with. He folds it over to conceal the macaroni mess, then, more gently, dabs at your tears.

The moment doesn’t last long, because the napkin goes into the bin, and then he’s got a chunk of brownie on the spork, hissing with heat.

“You will eat what I made for you. And you’re gonna eat- Until. You. Like. It. And if you don’t like it the first time, buckaroo? We’ve got seconds.”

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Aliens + Whump 👽

Alien whumpee who gets captured by a scientist who wants to study them.

Alien whumpee who crash lands in the woods, and is found by a crazed conspiracy theorist who wants to keep them trapped in their home all for themself, scared the government is going to take them away.

Alien whumpee who crash lands in the woods, and is found by an alien enthusiast. They help tend to their wounds while learning all about alien biology. Maybe caretaker is also a mechanic and tries to help repair their ship to get them home.

Alien whumpee who's the size of an apple. A group of immature teens put it in a shoe box and take it home. Maybe there's multiple. You know that Hamster Hell YouTube video? Yeah, basically that but with small aliens. (TW: claymation animal abuse if you click the link)

Alien whumpee who's a part of an invasion program that's incredibly taxing. The training program treats them like living weapons, who's only goal is to compete the invasion for their leaders. They're nothing more than discardable drones. Perhaps the alien successfully infiltrates human culture, and in the midst of their deception they get a little too lost in the role. Is this still a part of the act, or have they come to care for these humans they're supposed to be invading? Perhaps the humans are much more thoughtful than their own. Perhaps Earth has become their home... (I'm absolutely obsessed with an Invader Zim AU of this idea you guys)

Alien whumper who kidnaps one person from each planet they invade, collecting various species like they're trophies.

Alien whumper who gets obsessed with a particular person from their recent invasion, deciding to take them back to their home planet to keep them as a pet.

Alien whumper who's job it is to travel space and study planets' most intelligent species. They're do this in less than ethical ways, and, unbeknownst to their boss, may smuggle one back to continue their studies off the clock.

Alien caretaker who finds themself having to care for a creature (be it human or otherwise) that they aren't too sure of. There's a language barrier, and they have no idea what biology the creature has. But they have to try.

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Warning for spoilers for chapter 3 of Deltarune (just in case)

Tenna has SO MUCH platonic yandere potential imo. Like, half of the third chapter was me going 😟 at the shit he was pulling(in a good way!! i enjoyed it greatly). To be fair, I have a habit of liking characters with people-pleasing tendencies so I might be biased, but still. Him💚💚💚

Also there's a whole discussion to be had on how he partially raised Kris(or at the very least provided comfort and distraction during a very rough time in their life) and how hhe knows them way more than they know him, but I can hardly form a coherent thought rn so. Yeah.

(Sorry if my English is bad btw, it's not my first language)

No, you're great and I absolutely agree!

Some great yandere elements for Tenna are:

He needs/demands attention. Self-explanatory; it's a big part of just the premise of his character. He's unhappy because he used to be a part of the family, he used to be able to receive attention and give support/comfort/entertainment, and now he's unable to do that. Now people are uninterested in him, and for a long time he couldn't do anything about it, but now he can. Now he finally has the agency he's lacked to wrestle back the validation he's been denied.

He is emotionally manipulative. As soon as he gets a "no", his first move is to droop down, turn off all the colorful lights, emphasize how much he needed that "yes", etc. The twofold mental weapon that is a people-pleasing yandere who also guilt trips you is delightful to me.

He's extremely secretive. He has so many moving parts behind the scenes, as a side-effect of his people-pleasing; he's going behind their backs to make everything perfect, and if anything isn't perfect, "They can't find out about this!"

He refuses to acknowledge changes of interest. He does acknowledge, to Susie, "I don't think Kris loves TV," but to Kris themself he only ever says things like, "Remember how much you loved this? Remember how fun this was? Hey, you love this, right?" (This could play into a forced agere thing, but it doesn't have to.)

When all else fails, he makes it impossible to leave. Sealing them in the gacha balls is basically the same thing as tying someone to a chair.

And YES, saying he basically raised Kris is right on the money. Kris is pretty much his baby, in Tenna's eyes. He used to be Kris's refuge, and he's watched both Asgore and Toriel somewhat fail to give them the support they clearly need, and while in practice Tenna isn't great at being what Kris needs either, he's spent years unable to do anything, meaning he's had a chance to mythologize what a great parental figure he'd be if he only had a chance. He knows he could do it better than Asgore and Toriel.

(This could also be part of why he's not quite as obsessed with Toriel as he is with Kris, despite mentioning that she was the last one to regularly watch him. He loves Toriel, but Kris is his baby, and he wants his kid to love him and think he's cool again, like they used to.)

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Tenna literally the DEFINITION of a platonic yandere, like am I right, or am I RIGHT

Bro, I'm just going crazy over here, I NEED the darkfics and horror fics with I'm am BEGGING

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The android laid still on its table. Quiet, calm, artificial eyelids half closed over camera lenses. Its unscrewed chassis laid in pieces around it, and yet, it fully trusted the human with hands tucked away in its componets, peeling back layers of grime, washing out caked layers of oil. It knew it was placing its life in the human's hands, and yet, there was nothing but comfortable trust.

"Hold still, buddy..." The human's gruff voice rung out over dulled sensors. "You're doing well... just hold still for me..." They praised softly, lightly patting their metallic side in a comfort like one may do to a beloved dog.

"Can't believe anyone would let you run like this... I'm so sorry you've gotten treated like this, bud." They sighed, pausing for a moment to stare sadly into the camera lenses, which twitched to look at them. They flashed the android a forced smile. "Hey, you'll be alright. I'm gonna make sure of it, alright buddy? C'mon now." They gently reached out, stroking the side of its face with the back of their hand. "Yeah. You're alright. You'll be alright, you're all good." They smiled, believing their own words as they said them.

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Vampire whumpee escapes but they still have the manmade device to prevent them from biting stuck to their face. It's painful, uncomfortable, and prevents them from feeding. They can't speak with it on even, or really mkve their mouth in general. The device is only fitted for blood bags to be slipped in afterall.

Taking it off without the proper tools and know is drastic. It could really hurt whumpee, or leave permanent damage behind, like accidental defanging. Whumpee doesn't want that so they're adamant on not letting anyone come close to their face.

But they can't just leave it on. Whumpee will starve, and frenzies will only do more harm than good since they can't sink their teeth into anything. Maybe by the time someone gets it off whumpee won't be thinking right, or haven fallen into lethargy before a second death.

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Mini Whump Prompt 25

A nonhuman whumpee who loses their disguised form when stressed or emotionally out of control. They look terrifying or eldritch enough that this only brings them more harm.

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Having scientist whumper studying angels brain worms rn

Smth smth a mortal attempting to dissect an unknowable divine being down to its essential parts and reducing it to a simple creature and just. Flesh and viscera vs celestial ichor and divine flame do you feel me

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Anyways, I was thinking about Banana Fish and then about The Good Place and don't ask me what my thought process was, just imagine with me: guardian angel whump(ee):

Like. The "i will do anything to protect them" but it's literally their guardian angel. It's their job. It's what they were made to do

What does whumper want, I imagine? They want to hurt Protegee and Whumpee is like "no. You will not" and burn themselves in the way?

Did Whumpee even have to go that far?

I wonder then what would have led them to being so fiercely protective. Do they get know Protegee? Like. In a scenario where Protegee knows Whumpee and thinks they're human and Whumpee gets too tangled in the human realm and invests themselves when they shouldn't... not like they care. Anything to keep Protegee safe. Without them knowing what Whumpee is going through, of course

Idk man. Like that dynamic of Ash Lynx and Eiji Okamura from Banana Fish. I just love that

I don't know how to elaborate this idea really but GUARDIAN ANGEL WHUMPEES

[whump-thoughts]

An angel is a thing that’s lived its whole life in service of a higher being and doesn’t know any better than to obey

[whump-thoughts]

Did you know you can bind an angels wings in cloth or ropes, and it really helps them understand their place. They might think they belong in the skies and the high heavens, but a few weeks or months or years with their wings bound will help them learn, they belong with you.

It’s actually really good for them, even if they protest and cry and struggle. They just don’t know what’s best.

Take care of your angels by binding their wings, really pull those bindings tight. Until their jaw is tense as they try and tough out the pain. If you hear a pop, that’s fine, you can fix that later. What matters is teaching your angel their place

[whump-thoughts]

An angel is a thing that’s lived its whole life in service of a higher being and doesn’t know any better than to obey

[whump-thoughts]

I'm a big fan of angels and demons in whump, especially angel whumpees with demon whumpers. A demon obsessed with getting this divine perfection to break, and an angel having to stare in the face of something they've been told horror stories of since childhood.

But something I don't see used a lot is FALLEN angel whumpees, which I think have a lot to use. No one's coming for them, maybe they're weaker than before, they've been forsaken, they're maybe a bit spunkier, maybe already a little broken... they're great material to mold and mesh.

Or even fallen angel WHUMPERS, ones with nothing to lose, bitter and hurt... fallen angels walk around, showing the world with just their wings they've done something to piss off the heavens. Who WOULDNT be scared being taken caprice by one?!

[whump-thoughts]

Whumpee’s new owner is…weird. They keep trying to take care of whumpee, offering food and comfort when others have given nothing. Whumpee doesn’t trust them and the only thing they can do is sit there as caretaker tries so hard to connect with them

[whump-thoughts]

Robot Whumper and human Whumpee where Whumper wants to study Whumpee and figure out how they work or something. Maybe they are genetically immune to some disease so the robot was sent to study them for a cure. Whumper has no morals, it’s a robot. And the other scientists have an Ends Justify The Means perspective.

Whumpee never asked for this. Heck, maybe whumpee is a child.

Caretaker desperately trying to save them but being met with the moral dilemma of one life vs many

But yea lots of lab whump. This idea got outta hand haha

Oof and maybe at first it's not that bad, even Whumpee and Caretaker agree to everything, because it's necessary. They need a cure.

But as the research goes on they realize that it won't be that easy, and the procedures and experiments get worse. Caretaker is the first to want to stop, but Whumpee insists they can handle it. But after a while, even Whumpee finds it too much.

Maybe they're on a bed after a really painful and scary procedure, and they had enough. They turn to Caretaker, weak and in pain, eyes glassy. "... I want to stop."

Caretaker instantly agrees, and goes to tell the researchers it's done. But the robot Whumper has one objective; find the cure. So they remove Caretaker (lock them out or lock them up somewhere).

Now Whumpee is alone, and there is no way to stop the experiments anymore. Not until a cure is found.