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Whump Prompt #1041

The ‘he’s an idiot, but he’s my idiot’ mentality but between your villain and your whumpee. 

The villain cannot stand anyone other than themselves hurting the whumpee. 

TW: MEDWHUMP/MEDICAL LANGUAGE

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Prrompt (566)

An explosion shook the house. The door went flying from its hinges. The hero didn't even flinch. They kept eating their breakfast.

"Honey, your experiment knocked down the door again," they called.

The villain poked their head out of the lab. Their goggled were covered in soot. They lifted them onto their forehead.

"Sorry, babe," the villain said. "Can I put it back later? I'm really close to figuring out the formula."

The hero yawned. "Sure. Just don't let the dog get in. We don't need another pet with wings."

The villain gave the thumbs up and ducked back into their lab. Another explosion went off. The hero rolled their eyes, but they couldn't help smiling.

i love characters who are like oysters emotionally

day 1: scar reveal

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content: argument, scar reveal, rejection

“What is that?” 

Whumpee froze, mid-motion, shirt half-pulled off their body. They slowly turned around, facing a Caretaker that looked like they’d both rather be anywhere else and yet unable to actually move. They let go, and the fabric fell back down, over the gnarly scar that ran the length of their torso. “What’s what?” they asked with an awkward chuckle. Caretaker didn’t seem to be in on the joke.

“Whumpee, what is that?” 

“I, I don’t know what you mean. It’s just me. It’s always just been me.” Please don’t let this change anything. Please, let’s go back to how we were. Please, please, please.

Caretaker slowly walked into the room, right up to Whumpee. They reached out, stopping before their fingers could’ve brushed against their shirt. “May I see?” 

Whumpee stepped back. Caretaker lowered their hand. “It’s not just you, it’s… everyone. I don’t… go around showcasing it.”

“That much is evident. We’ve been living together for what, four years? And I’ve never… Gosh, Whumpee, I never… never once…”

“This doesn’t have to change anything,” they cut in. 

“How could it not?” they asked in turn, before they let out a deep sigh, running a hand down their face. “How could it not?”

“Just don’t let it!” Whumpee snapped. “Just— Just pull yourself together and stop looking at me like I’m some sort of freak!”

“You could’ve told me!” they snapped right back. “You could’ve told me instead of letting me find out like this! I thought we meant something to each other! I thought I was worth more than— than this.”

“I told you, it’s not you, it’s everyone!”

“Am I just like everyone to you?” 

Whumpee stopped in their tracks, the vicious attack dog inside them cowering like a kicked puppy at the question. They almost whimpered, too. “I… No, Caretaker, it’s not that… I would’ve told you eventually…”

“You wouldn’t have.” They sighed again. “You wouldn’t have.”

Whumpee stayed quiet. Caretaker ran a hand through their hair, turning away. The guilty silence more than confirmed their assumption. 

“Fine,” they said eventually, when Whumpee didn’t say anything. “Keep your secrets. Keep me at a distance, if you want. You know what? Maybe I don’t want to be close to you either.” With that, they left the room, not turning around to see the tears trickling down Whumpee’s face.

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yeah impaling a character to pin them to the wall is good but you know what makes it better? having to pull out the thing impaling them to save them

His prostate is there for a reason. Peg him until he cries.

I'm sorry but you are 'open minded' about cutting and not smoking or drinking? That's just another double standard! Cutting is just as therapeutic as smoking and drinking so should I get environmentally conscious and people-around-me conscious over either one WHEN I AM IN SO MUCH FUCKING PAIN

Why do people react so strongly toward cutting? To me it's an equivalent of smoking or drinking so it's just another coping mechanism. It's not that serious. Chill the hell out

Don't let anyone tell you not to follow your dreams

ever since i was a child ive known that i wanted to, someday, be the mutilated corpse on a nature trail that ruins a hikers week