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A story where the main threat to the world is Goop That Makes You Evil. There's a big bad main villain who got drenched in it and is evil now and wants to spread the goop everywhere, because nobody else should have nice things if they couldn't. Every single character treats touching the goop as a fate as good as death, because surely you might as well be dead if who you used to be as a person is completely gone.
In the final dramatic end battle, the protagonist gets dropped in the goop. This whole time you'll be waiting for them to be somehow heroically rescued at the very last second, or miraculously saved by some buckwild Deus Ex Machina bullshit twist, but nope, into the goop they go. Submerged entirely and without a doubt that they're all the way in there.
And once everyone has managed to process this horrifying event, and the villain is just about to start gloating, the protagonist crawls out of the goop, shaking off smoke tendrils, spitting out something black and oily green, coughing up a few flames of purple fire, looking positively Fucked Up and villainous. And pauses to reflect that they're still the same person.
Like sure they're irrevocably changed in some ways, and there are parts of the person they used to be that they're never going to get back, but ultimately they're not some different person now. And then it clicks. The goop that makes you evil didn't turn the villain evil. This whole time, it's only been their excuse for being so cruel, sadistic and petty, while having the audacity to act like they had no choice. The protagonist muses that sure, making the right choices feels a bit harder now, but it's still a choice.
And in that moment both the hero and the villain realise the same things. The goop didn't turn the villain evil, and the protagonist isn't evil now that they were also immersed in the goop. They are, however, within punching distance of the villain and very, very angry.
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Look, I know facile trope inversion is for weenies, but I still really want to see a JRPG-style game where the shouty teenage boy who gives long speeches about the power of friendship is the fragile healer and the girl with the gentle piano-and-strings theme song and self-sacrificing “must save everyone” attitude is the melee tank. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable here.
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If they didn’t want to get napped, maybe they shouldn’t look so whumpable 🤷
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whumpee is captured and held for some time---but eventually, they're rescued, with whumper having fled. whumpee seems mostly unharmed, and tells only a story of simple imprisonment, not having been particularly mistreated. this surprises team---but, hey, it's not necessarily a bad thing, right? even if it doesn't align with how whumper seems to function? eventually, team moves on, just glad to be reunited.
until they confront whumper again as a team. whumpee seems normal---until whumper just says the word, and whumpee immediately starts attacking their friends like a vicious feral animal. that's essentially what they are now; an animal, made to do whatever whumper orders them to, never to disobey.
even if that order is to "blend in".
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I think the funniest dynamic for arranged-marriage royalty would be a queen who came here 100% prepared to murder her future husband and rule as a widow queen in her own right, only to discover that the king is autistic as hell and responds to her wish to rule with "oh thank god please do, I don't want to be bothered by these people. I can just tell them to go bother you instead, if you really want that. I've got beetles I wanted to study."
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One of my absolute favorite tropes is
“We have taken the one you love most!”
“Oh, have you? Good fukken luck lmao”
*distant screams of kidnappers as loved one escapes*
or the flipside:
“We’ve kidnapped you!”
“You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.”
*DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS LOVED ONE ARRIVES*
and the alternate:
*vehicle pulls up, door opens, person is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away*
“Did you get kidnapped??”
“For a minute yeah”
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For the whumpy objects ask game: A frying pan 🍳
- @starliight-whump ✨
I make food with it, then eat the food in front of a starving Whumpee. I watch as they stare, before I ask them, "Want me to cook for you?" They nod fervently...
So I grab the frying pan, still hot, and BANG. Hit them across the face with it.
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there is so much intimacy in creating something together
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The weapon kneels, dirty, blood covered, shaking
Fingers find the pulse in her throat, counting, observing
It's far too quick, the skin too warm
But the task is completed. Mission over.
Something in the handler wants to break
They want to hold the weapon, not in a grip meant for battle but one of comfort
They want to kiss her
Apologize to her
But, no. No, the tool has to be kept just that.
She is equipment. She is cold steel.
But she's shaking and bleeding and the flow of blood under her hot skin is still there
She needs them.
So the fingers leave the pulse, snap so she stands and follows.
There's a bath waiting. She could do it herself, but the handler chooses to help. It's only fair.
Blood turns the water pink around the weapon.
She dozes in the steadfast hands of her handler as they clean wounds, scrub tangled hair, massage aching muscles
She does not wake when she is lifted and wrapped in a towel. A quick check reveals a still beating heart and an exhausted but working pair of lungs.
The weapon is stored away, tucked carefully into her place, a bed far too large for one being
She'll be ready for the next fight. Of course she will.
It is her purpose. She is their weapon.
But for tonight? She is small and tired and weak.
The handler lays their lips on her brow, feeling the fever
"You're safe." They promise
"You did good."
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Caretaker excitedly set an Easter basket beside Whumpee.
Whumpee watched as Caretaker sat down across from them, then side glanced the backet.
"I made that up for you", Caretaker grinned, "you can open it."
Whumpee cautiously looked at it, then at Caretaker.
"It's okay you can take all of the time you like", Caretaker smiled.
"My abuser did this for me last Easter", Whumpee's voice caught in their throat, "every surprise was a torture idea or tool they were going to use on me that afternoon."
Caretaker quickly realized, "oh no, I am so sorry Whumpee, I didn't reali...."
"It's okay, you didn't know", Whumpee weakly smiled, "thankyou so much for doing something like this for me", they tried to be appreciative, believing Caretaker wouldn't hurt them.
"Aww, you're welcome", Caretaker stood, "how about we open it together. I think you will like this basket."
Whumpee nodded, "okay."
Caretaker reached in and pulled out a few plastic eggs. They popped one open and showed Whumpee what was inside.
"Cho-chocolate?", Whumpee pulled out the item.
"Yes", Caretaker chuckled, "I waited until after lunch to do this so you could have some sweets without ruining your meal. You can pick a few to eat after we finish opening the basket if you... like.
Whumpee had already opened the treat and was excitedly biting into it.
A few more eggs were opened before one was found hiding a piece of paper.
Whumpee looked at it timidly.
"I wouldn't have done it this way had I known", Caretaker stated apologetically, "I promise nothing from this basket is meant to hurt you."
Whumpee shook as they pulled the paper out of the egg and opened it.
"This present waits on your bed. They love cuddles", Whumpee read out loud.
"Would you like to go look?", Caretaker smiled.
Whumpee nodded before sliding off of the couch.
Whumpee opened their room and saw a giant stuffie on the bed.
"Is that for me?", Whumpee turned to Caretaker.
"Yes that is for you", Caretaker smiled, "your nurse brought it by earlier while you were napping", Caretaker grinned, "they thought you'd like it."
Whumpee squeezed the stuffed toy.
"It's so soft", Whumpee smiled.
"Would you like to open a few more? I brought the basket", Caretaker smiled, "may I sit here", Caretaker walked to the edge of the bed and sat, then handed another egg to Whumpee, "there is two more eggs with papers in them. Just a warning."
Whumpee nodded as they cuddled the toy.
"May I take a picture of you to send your nurse. I think they would love to see you cuddling it."
Whumpee nodded and smiled for the picture.
The egg was popped open and Whumpee pulled out a necklace and a piece of paper.
"I believe this necklace will match this perfectly", Whumpee read out loud again, "look in your closet", they looked at Caretaker weirdly.
Caretaker pointed at the closet and smiled when Whumpee got up to look.
"This is that one... they didn't have the color in my size though", Whumpee pulled it out and looked, "this is the color I liked."
"Yes, I went back the next day and asked. They were able to find it for me at a different store, and they held it for me", Caretaker smiled.
Whumpee excitedly held the clothing in their hands, "thankyou so much Caretaker."
"You're welcome", Caretaker watched Whumpee happily, "do you want to do these last few eggs?"
"Okay", Whumpee looked into the basket and bravely pulled out another egg.
Caretaker handed the last egg to Whumpee.
"I'm pretty sure this one has the last paper", Caretaker smiled.
Whumpee nodded and popped it open.
Inside was the paper.
Whumpee read, "Caretaker definitely bought the giant one. I'm hiding in the kitchen because I didn't fit in the basket."
Whumpee glanced at Caretaker.
"Do you want to go look?", Caretaker stood.
"Yes please."
Whumpee walked into the kitchen and looked around for a second.
Caretaker stepped in and watched.
After a few minutes Whumpee noticed a note.
"I didn't want you to walk in too early and see it. I'm hiding in a cupboard. Come find me", Whumpee read it, "by the way, are you thirsty?"
Whumpee didn't quite get the hint and started to check all of the cupboards.
"Whumpee", Caretaker whispered.
Whumpee stopped for a second and looked.
"There's a hint in my note", Caretaker smiled and watched them go back to read it, "why do you think I asked if you were thirsty?"
Whumpee thought for a second before going to the cup cupboard.
They looked at Caretaker for reassurance.
"Go ahead and see", Caretaker leaned on the counter.
Whumpee opened the door and was shocked to see a giant chocolate bunny there.
"That's for me?", Whumpee looked at Caretaker.
"Yes it is", Caretaker chuckled, "I bought a second one for myself. You can't go an Easter without at least eating one chocolate bunny."
Whumpee pulled the box down and looked at it.
"C-can I, uhm, may I have some?", Whumpee thought they may drool.
"Remember what I had said earlier", Caretaker nodded, "you can have a few pieces of your prizes now if you like, and I'll put the rest in your snack basket. You can have some of that if you like, but not all of it. I don't want you to have a belly ache. You've had one piece of candy already, and I saw you sneak a jelly bean earlier. If you want we can have a piece of that and a bag of chips."
Caretaker knew Whumpee would overindulge with the snacks. They had bad eating habits because of their abuser starving them.
"Okay", Whumpee excitedly set the box down and opened it. They attempted to break a chunk of chocolate off, but they soon remembered they hadn't regained enough strength yet.
"May I have help please?", Whumpee frowned.
"Yes absolutely", Caretaker pulled out a cutting board and set it on the counter, "I find this to be the best way to control how much comes off... I need to grab a knife. Are you okay if I do that?"
"Uhm", Whumpee whimpered.
"Do you want to show me how much to cut off then step out of the kitchen while I cut for you", Caretaker looked at Whumpee, "it's completely fine. I know you don't like knives."
Whumpee showed the piece they wanted and stepped out.
Caretaker went to work. They cut the chunk Whumpee wanted and set it aside. They decided to also cut the rest of the bunny so Whumpee could grab some more easily.
"Okay Whumpee the knife is put away, you can come back", Caretaker called.
Whumpee came in and excitedly looked at the chunks.
"I did it this way so you could grab it easily", Caretaker smiled, "this is the chunk you wanted."
Caretaker chuckled as Whumpee took the piece.
"So I am going to go and grab all of the snacks", Caretaker went to the doorway, "I'll put the snacks in your basket, and you'll have access to them when I have them out."
Whumpee nodded.
"How is the chocolate?", Caretaker grinned as they came back in.
"Really good", Whumpee smiled with a mouth full.
"I'm glad. Do you want some chips?", Caretaker handed them a bag.
"Thankyou", Whumpee looked the bag over.
"So how was this Easter? Did you enjoy yourself", Caretaker watched Whumpee struggle onto the couch holding their new stuffed toy. They also wore the new clothing Caretaker had gotten them.
"This was so much fun", Whumpee grinned as they finally got situated, "I was so nervous when I saw the basket, but I was surprised by everything."
"I'm glad you trusted me and had some fun", Caretaker smiled.
"It was so much fun", Whumpee laid down.
"Are you going to take a nap now?", Caretaker watched them get comfortable.
"I-is that okay?", Whumpee suddenly payed attention to what they were doing, "if you don't want me.... I was excited to cuddle with."
"That is absolutely fine if you want to take a nap", Caretaker stood, "would you like to be covered up?"
"Yes please", Whumpee nodded.
Caretaker grabbed Whumpee's blanket and covered them.
"Nice and comfy", Caretaker tucked in the blanket.
"Yes", Whumpee smiled widely, "thankyou again for today. I had so much fun."
"You're welcome Whumpee, I'm glad you had fun", Caretaker sat down across from them, "I'll let you know when dinner is almost ready."
Whumpee squeezed the stuffie close and listened to Caretaker quietly hum while they laid their. After a few minutes, Whumpee's eyes slowly closed.
Caretaker looked up when they heard a few moans come out of Whumpee. Whumpee was out. Caretaker smiled at the faint smile on Whumpee's face.
"Sleep tight Whumpee..... I'm glad I planned this today. You deserve so much", Caretaker smiled before going back to what they were working on.
Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary @skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr @theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee @candleshopmenace @whumpanthems @lavndvrr @ivymyers
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five sentence fic starter: labrat
Whumpee lay in their cage, watching the rats on the other side run up and down their own enclosure. It was a particularly cruel thing, to keep them locked up in such close proximity — it didn't leave Whumpee a single moment in any given day to forget about their own lab rat status.
Not only that, but the rats were treated a lot better. They weren't starved, or hit, they didn't have to wear shock collars and ankle cuffs that tracked their every move.
Whumpee wished so badly they could be a lab rat.
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P.O.V: Villain finds out Hero's burden.
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"What are you doing here?" Villain asked, walking behind Hero. Villain held an umbrella over Hero to stop them from getting more wet then they were already.
"What do you mean? Why I'm in a graveyard?" Hero asked rhetorically with a slight scoff, kneeling beside a grave. "That's question seems more fitting for you."
"I asked first." Villain said with venom in their tone, glaring at Hero.
Hero went quiet. It wasn't every day that they got to open up to someone, let alone to their mortal enemy.
"Well? Cat got your tongue?" Villain raised an eyebrow.
"Shut it. I'm not opening up to you." Hero responded, only briefly turning away from the gravestone to glare at Villain.
"I didn't say you had to open up, I asked why you were here. Surely, you don't know 53 people personally." Hero's eyes widened as Villain pointed out how many graves Hero had visited and left flowers at.
"And you intend to visit about 20 more, based on the amount of flowers left in the bouquet." Villain smirked, knowing they had cornered Hero to make them speak.
Hero hesitated for a second before speaking, "No... You're right. I didn't know these people personally."
"Then why are you paying your respects?"
"Because I killed these people."
Villain froze, completely shocked by Hero's words. They had never seen Hero even raise a finger to the worst of the civilians, let alone end someone's life. Hero was an angel, at least, that's what Villain thought.
"Why? How?" Villain asked, watching Hero stand up.
"They got caught in the cross-fire of my fights." Villain's eyes softened. Hero was still an angel, but one ridden with guilt for something they couldn't control.
"It's not your fault, you know..." Villain's tone raised, and they spoke slower, as if talking to a scared child.
"...what?" Hero didn't understand. They had killed them. They had gotten to reckless when fighting villains, and killed these people.
"It's not your fault. You didn't kill these people. Why are you holding yourself responsible?" Villain placed a hand on Hero's shoulder, silence filling the air, interrupted by only the sound of rain hitting the ground and umbrella.
"Because I did. I was to reckless with my power, I should have been more careful, I could ha—"
"Hero." Villain cut them off. "You couldn't control it. It's not your fault. You were doing your job. Think about it. If you were more cautious, you couldn't have taken down some of the greatest villains, like Supervillain. These minor losses were simply the effects of saving many more people in the future. So please, calm down, and stop blaming yourself." Villain ended their speech with a sigh. "Please."
"...I can't promise anything." Hero responded, avoiding Villain's gaze.
"Then try."
Hero smiled softly, nodding as they took Villain's hand off their shoulder, interlocking their hands.
"Alright, thank you, Villain."
Then, a realization dawned on Hero.
"Why are you here?" Hero said with skepticism. "And how did you know how many graves I visited?"
"U-uhm... haha... so..." Villain tried to squirm out of Hero's hand, but god were they strong.
This time, it was Hero's turn to raise an eyebrow and smirk.
"Looks like I've got a little stalker on my hands."
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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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GOSH I SAW THE MIRROR REF FROM @adorkastock AND I COULDN’T GET TO DRAWING FAST ENOUGH
When you’ve been so many different people it’s hard to know which is real…
In the end I think they all are.
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i think it would be so silly goofy babygirl if the self-sacrificing hero tries to go out in a blaze of glory but it doesn't work and he has to live with himself and everything he's done <3
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When the nightshift nurse entered the hospital room of the recently admitted John Doe, they expected to see them still lying on the bed, semiconscious at best.
Instead, the Whumpee was curled up in a shaking ball at the corner of the room, back to the wall and brows furrowed behind crudely bent elbows. They appeared to have been crying.
"Hey there," the caretaker started gently, softly approaching Whumpee. Still, Whumpee flinched at each fall of Caretaker's shoes on the pristine white and blue tiles of the ICU.
As they came closer, they noticed that the multitude of bandages had been ripped off, the cast on their left wrist scratched at, and the poor thing had been bleeding where they had removed the IV drip. Caretaker sat down on the floor in front of the Whumpee.
"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to help you out. My name is Caregiver. I can see you're bleeding there. I have clean bandages. Or we can talk?" The room was silent save for some sniffles and whimpers. The caregiver needed to get what information they could from Whumpee.
"Wh-where am I? Where is Whumper?"
"We are in the hospital, off the main highway. The sixth exit. You are safe here. What's your name?"
"Whumpee..."
"Okay, Whumpee. How old are you?"
"26, I think. Or I was. I don't know how long... it was dark."
"I see. Do you mind if we move this conversation to the bed over there? This cold floor must be pretty uncomfortable." Once again Whumpee fell silent for a second, and looked at the bed like they were calculating something. They shook their head no, and made no effort to move.
"We can sit here for a few more minutes, but I am going to ask that we go over there at some point tonight, okay? I don't want you to get an infection."
"I...I can't. I'm not..." Whumpee gulped. Saying this to Whumper was one thing—they were used to that by now. Saying it out loud to a stranger brought a shameful blush to their face as humiliation snaked its way through their intestines. They briefly remembered a time where they knew how silly this admission was. "I'm not worthy."
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