A character with the mentality, if I’m not dead I’m fine. They hold out under torture, go through extreme conditions like starvation and dehydration, and don’t shrink back from danger. Every time they feel themself getting scared they rebuke themself, sneering contemptuously at the fact that they would even think to act frail when they know better. Getting hurt is never a problem for them. It can’t ever be a problem for them because they have to.

Even if they do start to sniffle a little when they’re alone out in the cold, rocking while cradling a broken bone, knowing no one is coming to help them.

There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.

Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.

Relationships that have real king/lionheart energy, that whole “I have sworn myself wholly to you, I am your sword arm, I am your dog” to someone else’s “you are the one person in this world I can rely on, and I am both bolstered and burdened by your absolute faith in me” vibe, but it’s in circumstances that are like. so low stakes. Manager of a movie theater/the one usher who doesn’t smoke weed at work.

I'm sorry but like. I dont know the meaning of 'whump' or any of its variants but it's so much of a funny word. I keep seeing posts where it's like 'the whumpee' the fuckinh what. 'the whumper'. what kind of silly fun house shit are yall talking about. what.

Imagine an extremely conditioned Living Weapon Whumpee, whose only thought is to kill and destroy. They're extremely aggressive and feral. They have tattoos with skulls and scary stuff, that they were forced to have by the whumpers. Everyone's scared of them, not wanting to come closer.

Years later, when they healed, they're literally the calmest shit you've ever seen. Not just that. The Whumpee, who used to wear a black armor, wears soft pink sweaters. Who used to destroy the forest, plant small flowers. Who used to swear and scream, now barely talks, and when they do, their voice is hesitant.

Just, a 180° turn.

living weapon/military experiment whumpee being shown that they can create, not just destroy.

at the command of their former masters, they've razed fields and gardens alike, but now their eyes light up with pride as they watch the flowers they planted start to sprout.

they clumsily hold a paintbrush in their rough, calloused hands. they're a terrible painter, but no one's great when they first start out, and they just enjoy the process itself.

they used to be a mindless monster, an unfeeling weapon who obediently followed orders. but now they've been taught to think, to feel, to love. and they're happy.

characters who have had their individuality suppressed finally learning to express themselves. 😭

Living weapon characters that were feral and angry and violent, filled with an insurmountable rage even before they were taken and manipulated, forced to kill and maim and destroy. A character unable to distinguish themself from the monster that was created of them, that was brought out of them, that was always within. A character unable to tell themself they're not horrible, because then why did it come so easily? Wondering if maybe they weren't manipulated, and all the death and pain was the real them all that time.

Living weapon/guard dog who doesn't really hate their job. Sure, they are not passionate about it either but it is more like... a chore. It's a little messy, but it's not like it makes them feel bad. Besided, they get rewarded after or punished if they do it wrong so it's fine, really.

Until caretaker goes along. Caretaker doesn't want whumpee to kill people because caretaker really cares about People in General. Whumpee really likes caretaker so they do their best to avoid killing until...

well. i suppose something bad happens

Thinking about a living weapon whumpee who has only known chaos and fear throughout their life, either from their victims or themselves when faced with their boss(es).

They've been physically, mentally and emotionally isolated from the rest of society and as much as they try to cover it all up with apathy, they can't help but want some comfort, someone to hold them and care for them.

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?

Thoughts on noncon kissing

-jaw grabbing

-alternatively, throat grabbing

-making whumpee initiate it

-switching between two whumpers, giving whumpee no break

-whumper tastes like cigarettes/alcohol/etc

-shotgunning

-hurting whumpee until they open their mouth in pain to kiss them

i'm keeping you in the time loop. it's the only way i know how to keep you safe. trapping you here, in the last day that you're alive, ignorant of what's to come as the sun sets. i dread each minute, a countdown to the end, but live in relief as all the blood washes away, all the would-be scars fade, and the tears dry before they have a chance to fall. but the memory of you dying in my arms remains, and so i'm keeping you in the time loop

When you finally get to the scene you’ve been waiting to write

My hero academia season 5 episode 8

Hurt Zuko, my beloved ❤️‍🩹

He was doing something heroic, probably

Is there anything cooler than a character going feral and turning against their teammates, thus resulting in those teammates having to forcefully restrain (and possibly fight) their companion, who's still trying to attack them in a blind frenzy?