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Whumpee throwing themselves at Leaderâs feet after being rescued, apologizing for being caught, for cracking under torture, for being so weak and useless and-
Leader just drops to their knees to pull Whumpee into a hug, telling them the only thing they cared about was that they were alive, that they were back, nothing else mattered.
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Whump Prompt #1724
Your leader is living in a body that never has its needs met: never completely fed or hydrated; never rested enough, and never hugged in a way that is meaningful.
Who notices this first? Who acknowledges this first?
i want to see more low-empathy characters in team whump dynamics. everyone is freaking out over whumpee's injuries, panicking and fussing over them, feeling guilty and all of that whatnot. and the low-empathy character sees all this and just feels... nothing. they don't care. they know they should care, but they don't. and they want to feel bad about not caring, but they can't even feel that either. it's just nothing.
the character isn't cold to whumpee or mean or anything like that. they just have no emotional response. and while the team are giving the character shit for it, calling them callous and cruel, whumpee finds it calming to have someone who isn't treating them like they've changed.
you always notice
Description: Everyone else misses the small things. Azzi never does.
who do you think in the animorphs ended up still being the least close to each other? because obviously a lot of them are best friends, jake and marco, cassie and rachel, tobias and ax, and some of them are dating etc but which pairing do you think never really developed/got closer? or do you think by the end of the series they were all as close to each other as they could be?
To me, the two that stand out as being the least close, and staying that way, are Rachel and Ax. They mention discomfort with each other as early as #5, and Rachel's narration in #7 specifies that she's glad Ax is fighting with them but isn't sure if he's their friend. As late as #51, Ax considers Rachel a potential threat to the Animorphs' cause and goes out of his way to avoid trusting her.
In MM3 and in #37, Rachel's pretty snappish with Ax as she tries to lead the team, because she senses (correctly) that he doesn't respect her as leader nearly as much as he does Jake. In #18, Rachel is the harshest toward Ax about his decision to support the andalites over his own team, and in #46 Ax mentions being worried about Rachel more than any other Animorph.
Part of why I find their friction fascinating: it originates in their being so alike. They're the ones eager for battle at the start of the war, Ax because he's been raised on tales of Elfangor's glory and Rachel because she's champing at the bit of being feminine without being small or weak. They get their hands dirtiest throughout, from together killing the random Hessians in MM3 to advocating for wiping out the nartec in #36. It all culminates when Rachel makes the most brutal kill (Tom) and Ax makes the single largest (the Pool ship) during the final battle. Rachel sees her own darkness reflected back when she looks at Ax, and Ax sees his in Rachel. They're a dangerous combination, hijacking airplanes and boiling noncombatants alive to get their way. And they both need Tobias around to keep them sane.
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Lowest Point
TW: Su***dal Indication, low self-esteem
Hero sat quietly on the roof of the building, a place where no one could see them above. The gust of air passed them, cape tugging them gently from behind.
The wind whistles across the city, the view stretches wide beneath them. Neon lights flicker, the faint laughs and the music, it all felt beautiful and lively. Every sound came from different distances, hearing all at once. They could stay like this and watch the world glow, it's envious to see people live such a peaceful life.
If only Hero could feel the same...
A tear finally falls free on their chin, realizing they've been holding back for so long. Hero gave so much for the city and yet the kindness and gratitude they've been yearning for has never been given, they wonder how long they could keep playing as a protector... If they're still as one.
It's all too much... too unbearable.
Hero wasn't given time to train their full potential and was immediately sent on the field. The agency mostly assigned them to chase criminals much bigger than them, especially Supervillain. The most dangerous, cunning criminal, the mastermind of evil schemes.
Supervillain's crime is off the charts and no higher-up heroes want to take the case, simply because petty thieves and criminals are easier to get rid of. Meanwhile, taking down the mastermind criminal requires "effort" and their ego is way bigger than cleaning the real problem. They decided a low-class hero was the best pawn for this, knowing Hero is an orphan no one would notice if they died from the villain.
Hero hugged their own knees and lowered their head, making themselves look small. The moon shines the night sky. Looking down upon Hero, silently watching their muffled cries, the city below couldn't hear them.
Hi hope you have a great day, I'd like to request Stellaron Hunters with a Reader who uses a mainly uses a sniper rifle (Barret M82) BUT on some occasions will use a slipper/belt (or any asian mom weapon) to fight with
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Where Silence Meets the Snap
Tags: Kafka x Reader, Blade x Reader, Firefly x Reader, Silver Wolf x Reader, Close Combat, Unconventional Weapons, Team Dynamics, Manipulation, Tactical Combat, Slow Burn, Angst (?), Fluff.
Warnings: Violence, Gun Use, Mild Language, Injury, Psychological Intensity, Manipulation Themes (?).
The dim light of the moon filtered through the cracked window as you perched silently on the rooftop, the cold steel of your Barret M82 resting steady on your shoulder. Below, the city pulsed with lifeâand danger. A single whisper of your voice, barely audible, slipped through your comm:
âHey, you did really good out there,â Leader clapped him on the shoulder and he only flinched a little bit, âProud of you kid.â
Then they were gone, like they hadnât just said what they just said.
Like it was no big deal.
Like the words werenât balling up in his throat and choking him to tears.
Proud of you kid.
In his entire career, if you could call it that, he doubted heâd ever heard anything even similar.
He swallowed, trying to hide his face in his locker, fumbling with random things to buy himself time to pull himself the fuck together.
He could hear his old leaders voice clear as a bell in his head, telling him that if he was gonna cry, best go find the ladies room since he wanted to be a pussy.
He wiped his eyes roughly, shaking his head as if he could shake his old leader away completely. Things were different here. Probably not that different, but better. Good enough.
He could be better. Good enough.
He closed his locker, taking a deep breath and trying to keep his composure. But he had the faintest spring in his step for the rest of the day, and sleep came easier that night.
