hi, i'm bri, 22, she/her. i like whump and wanted to collect it as i do all things i enjoy.
it's kinda a sex thing sometimes, for me. not always, but sometimes. i want to keep my options open for reblogging NSFW things, so you gotta be 18+ to follow.
imma tag stuff for my own organizational purposes but it probably won't be consistent, so if you've got common whumpy triggers i wouldn't hang out here. i'll add the tags i end up using here so you can browse.
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I'm a BIG fan of low ranking characters suddenly thrust into a position of authority they're unprepared for. a young princess, too far down the line of succession to merit any training, forced onto the throne when her whole family dies in one attack. a lowly technician on a team who finds themself the defacto leader when a mission goes wrong and every single person above them is captured or killed. a group of strangers comes together for survival, and the only person with any assertiveness gets assigned a leadership role, even though they have no special skills. do these characters rise to the challenge and lead their respective groups to victory? do they crash and burn under the pressure so hard no one ever trusts them again? do they massively restructure their whole society because any system that puts them in charge can't be doing things right?
okay. okay wait i can be normal about this one. I Can Be Normal. here are the prompts that came to mind.
Living weapon who failed a vital task in the middle of a mission, lifting a shaky, bloody hand to their earpiece and hearing the voice of their handler filter in. "I--I am compromised."
Alternatively: a living weapon who, somehow, is convinced to leave a mission with the hero's team, and their handler shrieks through static and spittle. "Compromised! Damn it all!"
Leader suddenly turns on their team while on the field, blank eyes and guided hand. Their friends scramble to wake them up from an unknown brainwashing spell, but end up scattering, running away, the new inexperienced second-in-command shouting, "Leader's been compromised, we need to retreat!"
Ooh... zombie apocalypses. Right when everything seems calm. "Hey, guys," Whumpee says, too casual to be safe. Heads swivel, eyes find the bite mark, hearts pound. "Sorry. I... think I've been compromised."
Robot whumpees with glitches and viruses infiltrating their system. "I am compromised, but f-functional. D-do not worry?" Especially with an unprepared teammate when they've all been scattered, doubly so if said teammate doesn't like Whumpee.
Missions where the team splits up, it goes wrong, and someone has to inform the rest of the group that one of the members is compromised--does that mean drugged? Restrained? Convinced to give up the mission? Hell if the team knows. Whumpee's just compromised.
feather....... this trope is unbelievable............ compromised my beloved. i have SO MANY THOUGHTS
me when the character has a uniquely fucked mindset. me when the character's fundamental views of how the world works lead to them being hurt and/or hurting others and not seeing the problem with this. me when the character is a little freak who does weird shit because their beliefs, inspired entirely by their environment, are fuckeddddd
[said with so much adoration in my heart it physically hurts] why would they say that. what do they mean by that. why would they do this❤️ [also said while knowing exactly why they'd do this and, in fact, having done hours of analysis into why they'd do this]
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Living Weapon Whumpee conditioned and abused by a cruel organization. Pushed to the absolute limits of their body and still punished for their inevitable collapse. Then the same the next day, given no grace for the fact that they're already sore and exhausted from the day before, plus whatever the punishment did to them. Being bullied and abused and used inappropriately just because the handlers can. Yelling and degrading and taking out whatever feelings they might have on the weapon.
Then they're captured/sold/etc. to an organization that's practical and (relatively speaking) reasonable. This group only inflicts punishments for defiance or avoidable failure. They properly use the overload principle, pushing the weapon to improve in increments that don't injure it, so recovery doesn't slow down progress. They're largely detached towards the weapon instead of angry or contemptuous. Discipline is rarely something that impedes its functioning for long, and when it is, the handlers adjust their expectations accordingly. There are rules for how handlers can treat the weapon to make sure it's used correctly.
Suddenly there's a win condition: if the weapon does as its supposed to, it can avoid the better part of potential pain and suffering. And the weapon is so glad and does its best and wouldn't trade this for anything. Of course, it's still a weapon and not a person, so it doesn't need any sort of comfort/enrichment/other "luxuries." But this group, unlike the first, sees no merit in treatment that will damage a working tool.
Then give Living Weapon (an) actual caretaker(s) and watch as their whole worldview falls apart :)
content: conditioned whumpee, stockholm syndrome, betrayal, abandonment
"Don't leave me here again," Whumpee begged, tears in their eyes, clinging to Whumper like their life depended on it. "Please. Anywhere but here, with them."
"I have to go out of town for a while," Whumper said, pushing Whumpee away. "Let go."
"I don't want to be here, please, I can go with you, I can hide in your suitcase, or, or I can stay at your place until you come back, I'll behave, I swear—"
"Stop this whining. I'm not taking you with me, nor will I allow you to stay on your own. You've proved time and time again that you can't be trusted."
"I've changed!" they sobbed. "I've become better! Surely, you can admit I've become better! And it's because of you, because you taught me to be better—"
"Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere. Now, let go."
"Please—"
"If you've become better, you should know by now that I don't ask twice."
Whumpee, tearily, let go and stepped back. "Please," they tried one last time, but the glare Whumper shot them made the words catch in their throat.
Whumper knocked on the door. There were a few moments of blissful silence, in which Whumpee allowed themself to think that maybe they weren't home, maybe Whumper would be forced to consider another option, maybe—
But then, "Coming!"
Whumpee stood there, eyes cast down, trembling. The door opened.
"Hello," Whumper said, and Whumpee could feel their eyes boring into them. "I have another business trip. I know it's a bother, but would you be able to watch Whumpee while I'm gone?"
"It's no bother at all!"
Whumpee clenched their fists, nails digging into their palms. Maybe they should cause a ruckus this time. Last time, their tactic was pandering to them and following every rule so that they would tell Whumper how good they were, so that maybe they'd be trusted to stay alone next time. It didn't work. Maybe this time, they should act out.
"Thanks," Whumper said, grabbing Whumpee by the arm and shoving them towards them. "Behave," they hissed before letting go.
And then, Whumper was off. Whumpee didn't look up. Didn't want to see any more of them than their inside slippers.
"Oh my, your clothes are tattered again," they commented, and Whumpee pursed their lips. Of course their first order of business would be stripping them naked. With a stupid excuse at that — their clothes were fine. "Would you like a bath while I mend them?"
"No, Caretaker," they said, as expected, well-behaved and proper. "I would like to keep them."
I've been thinking about for a little while a rare type of whump of having your whumpee's dreams crushed, a living weapon adopted so young and freed so late their dreams of being an astronaut or doing ballet are long but passed for them, the grief of never being fully realized as anything other than weapon, knees to the ground scream into the dirt when they find out their colorblind so they can't be a pilot, it never mattered before and now...,
a grief whump where there's no quick solace except maybe returning to the thing people expect them to be weapon or to the caretaker they they escaped.. maybe the collar is safer
drugging you and tying you up but apologising pathetically the whole time like i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm really sorry . but i'm just making sure nobody gets hurt. you get it, right? it's just, you're so big, and i know you don't want to hurt anybody, but all that struggle is gonna break something. it's okay. nobody can blame a cornered animal for lashing out. you're just confused. now, i need you to relax a little, or else it's gonna sting when i push it in. i'm sorry.
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living weapon whumpee blinks awake to feel warmth on their hands. there's blood. they are sitting in the guts of the enemy.
a cold chill shudders down their spine as they desperately try to wrack their brains for any memory of killing their target. nothing comes up.
this is the fifth time, they think, wrapping their gear up methodically. handler will be checking in anytime soon. they can't— can't stop. dread skitters throughout the entirety of them. what is happening to them?
they don't know if they want to know. everytime they— blank out, the scene that greets them is— it's gruesome. it's horrid. horrible. cleanup is a bitch.
and they know that they can't let anyone know. they'll be deactivated, if they do. faulty weapons are nothing but liabilities, after all. would you want a gun that might not shoot when it must? or worse: if it goes off randomly?
no, they think, panic brimming beneath their skin. if they can't even trust their memories, their mind, then what's left?
"They're in pain! How can you just not do anything?!"
"What I am going to do is trust. Trust that Leader has seen a bigger picture than we ever could, and that they know a better way to help them than us getting ourselves killed! Then I am going to follow my orders."
Content: living weapon vibes, betrayal, mention of striking and non-con, interrogation, emotional whump
Defending their leader anytime a word is spoken against them. Being defensive on their account--especially when they can't explain a red flag.
Taking tort ure, beatings, even non-con, but not breathing a word as they're interrogated. They won't rat out their team.
When one of their team members throws them under the bus, they take it. Their team is relying on them. Of course they'll take it--they're happy to be trusted with it.
Facing repercussions from their own team the moment they have a single idea of something they want to do. Wondering why their team doesn't back them up the way whumpee backs up the team.
Confusion as the ones they thought were their friends lock them down, assuming that whumpee is turning traitor just because they wanted to do something that wasn't just "defend the team".
The grief of realizing they were tricked. There was no friendship. No loyalty in return.
omg I LOOOVE living weapon whumpees who won't do as they're told.
Who, despite undergoing intense reprogramming, aren't quite the blank slate the facility was aiming for. Not out of spite or defiance, but simply because human beings aren't machines and there's always going to be an element of non-compliance.
Balking at certain commands even though they've obeyed other more extreme orders. Like, they'll kill someone on command, but they refuse to crawl into a low tunnel
Memory wipes that WON'T TAKE (I am about to post a ficlet on thissssss UGH) UPDATE: fic is done!
Developing intense likes or dislikes for certain people that nobody can explain
Refusing to keep certain gear on. Like maybe they keep taking off a particular protective cowl or vest, and even after being punished, they still keep stripping it off. And then they realises he won't wear anything that touches a particular area on his neck, the part where there is a scar
ooh talking about scars, a habitual rubbing of a particular scar. Or even an unmarked area, like the inside of their elbow, the back of a knuckle
checking out completely when they see someone in a very specific position. Like walking into a fire fight and then freezing in the middle of it because they caught sight of someone crouched, their back pressed against the corner of the room
intense fear responses to seemingly harmless things. Like horizontal metal surfaces, or surgical gloves.
And some of these can even happen after they're no longer forced to operate as a living weapon.
But yeah, people are not THINGS, and when bad actors try to treat someone like they are, things are going to end up erupting at some point or leak out sideways. Yay for messy living weapon whumpees!
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Whumpee who falls back into the same old patterns when whumper is gone. They were a living weapon, made to kill. They know nothing else. So they keep killing.
Whumper died without a caretaker there to help whumpee afterwards. So whumpee picked themselves up, and kept living the way whumper taught them.
A vicious cycle whumpee can't escape, because theyre the one perpetuating it