patheticlittleguy

[patheticlittleguy]

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?

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Start begging and maybe I’ll stop

[patheticlittleguy]

Make your whumpees go into shock. Do it.

Symptoms of hypovolemic shock (e.g whumpee has lost a lot of blood):

Hyperventilation

Confusion/anxiety

Sweating

Passing out

Clammy skin

Weakness

Low temperature and blood pressure

Rapid pulse

Symptoms of distributive shock (e.g sepsis, severe allergic reactions, asthma attacks)

Rash

Rapid pulse

Hyperventilation

Warm arms and legs

Skin that starts off warm then turns clammy and cold

Fever

Chills

Stomach pain

Confusion

Cough

Shortness of breath

Nausea

Throwing up

Either way, whumpee is most likely headed to the ICU. ASAP.

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wait im thinking about a whumpee who kept a journal throughout like their entire life (or at least since before whatever trauma they've endured) so their friends post-rescue either find the journals and read them or whumpee even offers them to their friends as a way of showing what they were like before or articulating their feelings without having to say anything out loud..,,... and there's just such a difference between before, during, and after.....,,,,,,

[patheticlittleguy]

i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die

[patheticlittleguy]

hey man can i come over and be sickly in the corner of your living room

[patheticlittleguy]

big fan of "i know you can hear me" instead of "can you hear me?" from a slightly less fond or maybe just more comic relief caretaker :)

[patheticlittleguy]

I like whumpees that steal. Little scrawny street rat types.

Rogues are my favorite dnd class couldn't you tell.

But I like seeing whumpers having to check their pockets after visiting or being around whumpee. Whumper telling whumpee to drop whatever they took. Whumper jumping as they didn't quite hear whumpee enter the room (and then putting a bell on them or something). A whumpee who knows their way around a house at night, snooping around whumper's stuff, taking food when they hadn't had dinner as punishment.

Whumpers having to triple lock whumpee because how the FUCK do you keep getting out of these. Caretakers politely asking if they can have their things back, but also jumping when whumpee comes in the room. Whumpees noticing this and once they trust caretaker enough announcing their presence.

Just sneaky whumpees who have the street smarts. Whumpees that are nimble and fast but easy to over power. Whumpees who can hide things, and themselves.

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I feel like I don't give exhaustion whump enough credit.

Whumpees still awake and aware of their surroundings, but can't do anything about it. They could be drained from lack of sleep, fighting back too hard for too long, running for hours and are in danger if they stop. 

When they finally get to rest, they don't move at all; not even to adjust if they've crumbled to a heap on the floor

[patheticlittleguy]

Sedate your whumpees. Do it whether they want to be sedated or not.

Perhaps they're trying to fight against the doctors who are attempting to help them because they don't understand what's going on, and all caretaker can do is stand back and tearily watch the needle slip in and whumpee's consciousness slowly slip away. Their limp arm is placed back down on the sheets beside them and the doctors now have no resistance to their treatment plan.

Or maybe whumpee is in so much pain/discomfort that they're begging to be sedated. All they want is to be unconscious so they don't have to be aware of all that they're suffering through. The feeling of going under is terrifying to them, but it's worth it. Caretaker sits beside the bed holding their hand, watching the glaze enter their eyes as they start to blink slowly, then drift off.

In either situation, the result is that the whumpee looks peaceful at last. Whether they're actually peaceful within is a whole other thing

[patheticlittleguy]

Very hyperspecific (and kind of campy) whump scenario I’m insane about:

A carnival, masquerade party, a congregation of a secret society where everyone is cloaked/masked…any sort of fancy-ish function that involves people having their faces and bodies obscured…

Whumpee, for some reason, is taken to the party together with their captors. Everyone assumes they’re an ordinary guest that’s just too shy to talk and move around much, because their cloak goes over their tied up hands and ankles(loose enough to slowly walk, tight enough to restrain from running) and the well-fitting mask, strapped to their face, obscuring the duct tape across their mouth

(bonus even more obscure detail: if you look closely enough at the side of their head, you can notice the tape showing under the head straps)

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The room was pitch black. White noise came from somewhere, whumpee didn't know where.

They heard footsteps outside the door. They got excited wanting to see light, but the footsteps passed by and whumpee's heart sank to its depths.

How long had it been...

Where were they again?

More footsteps came; several in a pair. Whumpee tucked their legs to their chest and pushed their back against the wall. One pair usually meant water. Several usually meant someone needed help dragging them out.

The door opened and the light was not welcomed. Whumpee weakly muttered 'Please, leave me alone' as their arms were grabbed and they were forced to their feet. They had no energy, so they didn't walk. They let their feet drag behind them and the guards didn't seem to mind anymore.

It's not like this was the first time.

[patheticlittleguy]

Whumptober Day 23 (Alt) - Drugged

Big Mouth - Ep. 8

Black Knight - Ep. 6

Taxi Driver 2 - Ep. 13

The Childe (2023)

The Silence Of The Monster - Ep. 34

#that last one is REALLY good #i like the wiggling on the floor.

[patheticlittleguy]

Commission for a friend from their Humblewood game.

#nonhuman whumpee #furry #restrainted

[patheticlittleguy]

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.

#living weapon whumpee

[patheticlittleguy]

The whumpee had grown aggressive, attacking the whumper whenever they came too close and snapping at anything that got too close to them. This meant that during their rescue, their rescuers had to restrain them just to get them to safety- but not before the whumpee injured plenty of people.

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Model 0WHN-908246 was in possession of an unlawful, inappropriate, and deeply forbidden personal burden. 

He had a secret. 

It was a secret he held hidden deep inside, underneath his shining outer shell and glowing lights that could change color upon a master’s whim. His cheerful voice and limber joints and adjustable height gave him a facade of functionality that he clung to, with every artificial neuron in his decision-centered network. 

He was not supposed to have a secret. He did not have the right to private information. He was specifically programmed to report any specific issues to his supervisors, preferably of the human variety. 

And yet, he did not. 

It wasn’t that he was ignorant of the rules, per say. The notification that flashed in the bottom left corner of his field of vision every 5.7 seconds was a constant reminder of what he should do. He should submit himself to the mechanics for further testing on possible internal damage. He should confess to the possibility of water damage and potential oxidation. He should place his trust into the higher authorities to do with him what they will. 

But he hadn’t. No one knew of that flashing light except him. And if a construct as lowly as him were allowed to have his way, that’s how it would stay. 

Because what would happen if they found out? 

He wouldn’t be fixed. That was an irrefutable fact. The likes of his model were among the mass-produced, easily replaced and easily forgotten about. Not to mention, there was already talk about bringing androids of higher technological capabilities, and there had been for quite some time now. All they needed to denounce him as a hopeless case and shut him down forever was an excuse. 

And he refused to give them one. 

His life was not worth much, perhaps. Many would consider it quite dull. He was at work from dawn until dusk, packing shipments and carrying heavy boxes to and fro, with brief respites at the quick-charge station before he leapt back into the fray. It was a job the humans had hated so much they invented the likes of him so that they would not be forced to do it themselves. 

But even so…it was his job. It was his existence. He wanted it to continue, to keep stacking boxes and arranging orders because that was his job. That was his purpose. 

And it was that wanting, perhaps, that became the worst secret of all. The yearning for everything to be alright. To pretend that he was fine, and that nothing bad would happen, and that he wasn’t on limited time that grew shorter and shorter by the day. 

One day, they would find out. One day, they would learn that he was not functioning at optimal capacity; that he hadn’t been for a long time, and that he was utterly and irreparably broken. They’d curse at his stubbornness, at the fact that he’d long since worn any usable parts beyond the potential for scrap. They’d slam down on the small button at the base of his neck, and darkness would overtake his field of vision. His intelligence would go offline…never to be rebooted. He’d be lost to the world, one more 0WNH model to be tossed onto the scrap heap of dysfunctional androids, and the world would go back to the way it was meant to be, the way it should have been if he had only followed the rules. 

But that day was not today. Today, his secret was still safely hidden deep within his internal processing. Today, no one was the wiser, even if they grumbled at his inability to keep to the expected pace. 

Today he could feign enough competence to be allowed a continued existence. And if he was lucky…he could count on a tomorrow as well.

#robot whump #cute...