walkingchemicalfire
You Can Call Me Chem
Hiya, I’m Chem! — she/her — 29I’m a dork who will geek out over things like Marvel, Star Wars, and Harry PotterI’m friendly and only bite if you do, asks and messages are open so come say hey
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I received a comment saying that the function of that strap over Bucky's chest is to drag him over for a kiss, so yes.
#bucky boi#stevie bean#give me stucky or give me death#bahahahaha#I am freaking dying 😂😂😂#so hilarious
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Whumpee silently patrols Whumper's property, a muzzle tight on their face. It itches underneath the straps but Whumpee isn't allowed to touch it. They've been stripped of their humanity, as if never human in the first place. Whumpee trotted like a well-trained dog, alert for intruders.
A thick shock collar encircles their neck, pinching the skin around the clip. Squeezing their throat like a consistent reminder of their entrapment. It took years for Whumpee to become like this, an aggressive guard dog that could be left unsupervised for weeks without any attempt to run.
Whumper would always tell they how well they did, even letting them inside for a couple of hours if they caught a trespasser. Early on, Whumpee wasn't appreciative of that. It took them being left tied to a stake in an uncovered part of the property for a whole year for them to learn that lesson.
They were not a pet, they were not an art piece, they were not meant to be loved or given luxury. Yet, Whumper would give them scratches on the top of their head, stroke their cheeks and praise them. They gave them sweets, once in a while, treated them like a thing to be cared for and not a tool.
Whumpee's feet are rough and cut up, freckles fleck their skin, and their hair bleached by the sun. Dirt clings to their skin, gravel dust colouring the ends of their limbs. Scars litter their skin like little reminders of their failures and slights.
They curl up under the house's porch, some nights. Right at the edge, so they can watch from someplace covered. Whumpee looks up at the stars. Those little lights, twinkling up in the sky, oh so free, call to them. And, yet, Whumpee knows they'll never reach the sky. They'll go with the ashy dust, settling into a random corner, trapped.
One day, there's a trespasser. However, this one seems... familiar. It bugs Whumpee but they push past it. It's not their job to think about things like that, it's their job to protect their master and their property. Whumpee growls, ignoring the person's worried and confused facial expression.
Caretaker didn't recognize Whumpee when they first saw them. It's like an animal had taken over Whumpee's body. The sounds they were making nothing short of animalistic. Caretaker stumbled back when the other lunged. Their eyes glance to the deck, where Whumper stands with a smug grin.
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content: living weapon whumpee, self-sacrifice
Whumpee cocked their head to the side and smiled an empty smile. “That’s how it was meant to be,” they said lightly, so unbearably lightly, as though they weren’t co-signing their own death sentence. “In the plan we made… There’s no out for me. I knew that going in. I wasn’t meant to survi—”
“Shut up!” Caretaker screamed, tears streaming down their face. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”
“Caretaker—”
“No! No! Shut up! I don’t want to hear it!” They grabbed Whumpee by the shoulders, trying to shake them hard enough to put some sense in their head. “I won’t accept it! If you don’t have an out, then it’s a bad fucking plan! I won’t accept it! I’ll never accept it!”
Whumpee put a hand on Caretaker’s, trying to gently pry their fingers off. “Caretaker… I’m just a tool in this mission. You knew that when you were assigned my partner.”
Caretaker looked into their eyes, determination filling their every last cell. “So what? So fucking what? Whether a tool or a partner, I am going to keep you safe.”
#living weapon#self sacrifice#yeeeeee#this is good shit#the caretaker cares about living weapon Whumpee more than living weapon Whumpee themselves#makes me go hdvskscwnsvnavsbs
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appreciation post for Sam Wilson + his arms
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Robot whump!
- Whumper asking Caretaker what they'd do to get a specific part they need to repair Whumpee.
- The Team entering Whumper's lair, ready to get their android back. "FriEnds..." they hear, above them. And they look up and they see Whumpee, maybe not entirely whole, dangling by the neck on a noose. "TurN... Back..."
- Caretaker repairing the android. "You are crying," it says. Caretaker continues working and just nods. "...Why?"
- Whumper hacking the android and reprogramming it, marking its own team members as 'enemies'. Then sending it back :3
- Whumpee overheating trying to help their team to escape.
- Android Whumpee 'hiding' 'injuries': turning off its warnings. "What's that red light?" Caretaker might ask. And Whumpee just turns it off going all, "Probably an error."
- Whumper being all callous, going, "fuck, just get another android. They're replaceable for a reason!" And Caretaker going Apeshit™
#whump#robot whump#android whump#mannnn#this is good shit#i especially like the one where Android tells their friends to turn back#oof that’s haunting and so so good
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Whump Prompt 309
Whumpee managed to lift a knife from one of the guards as they were thrown back into their cell. They kept a tight grip on the handle, nervously waiting for the door to open again and Whumper to drag them out. If they couldn’t get out of here alive, at least them could try and take Whumper down with them. Whumpee waited for hours until the door opened again and blinding light filled the cell. As a body approached them, they lunged forward, plunging the knife deep in their gut.
It was only when their eyes adjusted and they body slumped forward that to their horror, they realized they had just stabbed Caretaker.
#whump#whump prompt#captivity#stabbed#knife tw#yeeeeee#the look of horror on Whumpee’s face#like what have they done?!#and now they gotta get out with an injured caretaker#and hope they didn’t hit something vital#or else they are on their own for good this time#ahddvshcxjwvd#gah this such a good trope
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I love that the nicest community I’ve been in so far has been the pain and suffering community
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For @catws-anniversary / April 2 - Bucky Barnes / Prompt - ghost story
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goat fight. non-negotiable.
#I will never shut up about this fight#it is without a doubt my number 1 favorite choreographed fight#i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again#choreographed fight scenes done well get my brain going brrrr
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marvel parallels 16/?
sebastian stan in captain america: the first avenger (2011) and captain america: the winter soldier (2014)
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Howdy :)
Hey everyone! I’ve been lurking around the whump scene for a while and I supposed it’s time I’ve joined in. This is just for fun, so don’t be surprised if any floor plans seem fuzzy! Hope you enjoy your stay.
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We all know about magical fatigue as a whump trope for magical overuse. Now I raise you: Magical euphoria.
Magic that feels good to use. It leaves the user dizzy and lightheaded, a giddy energy rushing through their entire body. It's enough to leave the most stoic whumpee giggling madly, to make the most obedient soldier go rogue. It's a power that ultimately, inevitably, controls its user.
Mages aren’t trusted to act on their own. They can’t be, not when each spell costs them their sanity. Not when, in a daze of manic joy, they’re just as liable to destroy the enemy as their allies.
And so they need a handler.
Imagine Caretaker in this situation. Forced to watch Whumpee throw themselves into madness, to turn themselves into an unthinking weapon under the demand of some uncaring general. Having to put aside their affection for Whumpee as a person, and analyze them as a tool.
It’s Caretaker who decides when Whumpee is still fit for battle. It’s caretaker who has to look into their dazed and distant eyes, blood dripping into a too wide smile, and decide if Whumpee has anything else to give.
It’s Caretaker who decides when they’re too far gone, when Whumpee needs to stop. And if Whumpee can’t, it’s Caretaker’s job to make them stop. Even if that means using force, even if it means hurting them, because letting them run wild isn’t an option.
And when the battle’s over, when Whumpee is either led or dragged away to the medical wing, Caretaker’s the only one brave enough to tend to their injuries. They wrap bleeding, scorched fingers without a word, the only sound being Whumpee babbling, mad ramblings. Caretaker knows they won’t remember any of this. They still talk to Whumpee anyway, soft, comforting words they hope will bring Whumpee back faster.
And when whumpee’s eyes finally clear, when their body sags with exhaustion they’re just now able to feel, Caretaker feels nothing but grief, because it’ll start all over again tomorrow.
#holy moly#this is freaking awesome#what a fantastic trope#had no idea I needed this until just now#absolutely glorious
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Confused bucky >>>>>
He's adorable
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new whump prompt just dropped
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Sleepy
“Welcome back.”
Whumpee blinked a couple times and stared into the amused eyes of Caretaker, who was smiling at him from behind his desk.
“I didn’t go anywhere?” he muttered. Whoa, his voice was all gravelly. Weird. He shifted on the sofa where he’d been splayed out for the afternoon, helping Caretaker finish some work. His body felt all heavy, his movements sluggish… actually, everything from his thoughts to his limbs all went on a slower pace.
And when he couldn’t stifle a yawn, the gears clanked into place.
“Wait, I fell asleep?!” he bumbled, mouth still mid-yawn.
“You were even snoring.”
He gaped at Caretaker, pushing himself up to a slightly more dignified reclining position. The silence between them broke by the slither of paper slowly sliding from his stomach and scattering over the floor.
“Oh shit.” He startled up, hand reaching out in a half-hearted attempt to catch the files.
“Given the content of what you’re reading… not very surprising," Caretaker said, no scorn of judgment in his voice whatsoever.
If those legal documents were indeed the cause of him nodding off, Whumpee swore he’d find a way to smuggle all the confidential files out of the building and use them that very night. But somehow he doubted the dry sentences were the reason.
“How long did I sleep?”
A quick glance at the clock. “Over an hour now.”
“Why didn’t you wake me? I promised I’d look this over for you.” He waved with the papers he now tried to put back in order.
Caretaker shrugged. “You looked like you needed it.”
Whumpee wiped a hand over his face and sighed into his palm. “God, I do. I did. I haven’t slept like this in…” Months? Not since— He shook his head. And to feel groggy, like this? Usually when he woke up, he could feel he wasn’t rested but his body and mind shot to alert as soon as he would open his eyes and wouldn’t go back to sleep again.
To actually feel his body begging him for more sleep now, just to turn over and close his eyes again for a minute. Gods, it felt like heaven.
He gave in and closed his eyes again. Everything turned heavy, but not in a bad way. It was comforting. “Of all places to finally get some sleep,” he mumbled, “it’s in your bloody office.”
“Maybe you feel safe here.”
Whumpee smiled, eyes still closed. Yes, safe. With you.
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