i have stated that i will not stop using the whump and whump whump whump tags however because this is worded nicely i will gladly:

cut all my posts at the start that include the whump tags,

stop using the whump tags that arent the two i specified and the whumpqueen, whumps evilly, and maliciousandintentionalwhumps tags i made,

and also stop putting whump tags in community posts.

Is this an acceptable compromise for the whump community?

I do truly mean no disrespect to the community as a whole I think you're all extremely creative and I slightly envy it, and I also deeply apologize for how my behavior affected everyone in the community except the evil Dr Anwhumpymous.

Whumps evilly

Malicious and intentional whumps

Whumpqueen

If looks could kill Ji-woon would be dead on the ground and Jake would have a whole new set of problems. Instead he just simmered his rage until it was manageable and let out a heavy sigh. “If you want me to beg you’re shit out of luck,” he said, just barely contained from spitting venom. “But I’ll tell you how to take the collar off if you agree to get me out of this thing.

Not even the Other Guy could hide him from this. He stared down at the body. He couldn't even bear to call it Tony's. His friend. Best friend. The first person to know who he truly was and face him with no fear. To greet him with a warm smile and gentle understanding. To spend long hours in the lab together simply seeing what they could do.

He couldn't bear to admit he was gone.

He knelt before the man he loved. Yes, he loved him! It was pathetic of him to love someone like Tony Stark as deeply and desperately as he did, but he hadn't gotten a choice.

The warmth in his eyes was gone. The light from the arc reactor, from his heart, was out. And Bruce couldn't bear it. The battlefield had cleared. Only he and Tony remained in the ashes. His head fell to rest against the all too still chest of his friend and then the tears wouldn't stop.

He had watched the man's wife weep; his pseudo-son sob. And all he could do was sit and cry. The one man he so desperately wished to survive. To live a long, happy life with a loving family and dear friends... was the one man not going home. And he cursed the world.

What good was all the knowledge Bruce had, all his PhDs and college credits, if he couldn't even keep his dearest friend from dying. How could he call himself a 'hero' if he couldn't even save the one man he wanted to protect the most?!

He felt the anger boiling in his blood, but the Other Guy was quiet. Perhaps he, too, was mourning. After all, they were one in the same. He wept for what felt like hours. His chest ached and his throat felt raw by the time the tears finally stopped.

Perhaps, he thought, he should not love at all. For every love he's ever had ended in tragedy. The walls around his heart that Tony had so cleverly built his way in to began to reinforce themselves. They grew thicker and taller and stronger. He couldn't let anyone in. It would be too much.