#THE WHUMP WAS EVERYTHING

[whumpypepsigal]

watched the little mermaid last night and it’s everything i imagined it to be and more. im cheesing smiling kicking my feet up beaming with joy. halle is ARIEL and jonah is PRINCE ERIC aassddffgghgkllllll what a perfect cast. HALLE’s VOICE IS PERFECTION. eric’s love-gaze-pinning eyes got me weak af. my man was in LOVE LOVE with ariel. CHEMISTRY WAS CHEMISTRY-ING. and grimsby was me tbh… he made it his full mission to get eric and ariel together and i love him for that.

look at them! just two beautiful nerds in love. yeah, im going back to the cinema tonight to watch it again idc if i just get three hours of sleep it will be time well-spent 😭🧡

#the little mermaid spoilers #the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023 #eric x ariel #ariel x eric #i laughed i cried #they were kids around us staring at me and my friends with tears in our eyes lmao #WE WERE HAVING THE TIME OF OUR LIVES #we were singing along to the songs! #our inner childhood was happy again #jonah’s voice is very unique and it’s theater-y I LOVE IT! HIS PRINCE SONG IS BEAUTIFUL #i have been humming all the songs all day at work #THE WHUMP WAS EVERYTHING #WHEN HE MOVED HIS HAND TOWARDS ARIEL’S MY KNEES WERE SHAKING OKAY IT WAS EVERYTHING #I TEARED UP WHEN SHE WAS BIDDING FAREWELL TO HER DAD AT THE END 😭😭😭😭 #the fact this prince eric was adopted by the king & queen of a caribbean island is just too damn beautiful! #there are so many points i would like to yell but ​let me stop right there

[sad-leon]

firefight animatic for my lovely friend @remedyturtles [Spoilers up until Chapter 9]

unfortunately the last chunk of frames are incomplete and will likely remain that way as i have hit a massive mental brick wall -- probably an ugly mix of depression and burnout -- but I wanted to share my vision, so I edited what I had

Song Used: Dancing After Death by Matt Maeson

wish I had more to say but im dead on the floor,, sorry

#sad•leonart #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #firefight au #animatic #rise leo #rottmnt leo #rise donnie #rottmnt donnie #disaster twins #rise disaster twins #rottmnt disaster twins #really wish i coulda finished it but im on the urge of deleteing everything i've made ever so.. yeah #if you havent read firefight and can handle heavy whump and cliffhangers please read it #its amazing and rem is still like the best author ever #this song fucking kills me everytime i listen to it #especially that last part #... anyways #o7

[starsspiral]

Everyone simultaneously agrees that Gale doesn't have abs, we all know hes a chubby king but do you think he'd feel inadequate because of it? For Tav or anyone else really, everyone there is generally in shape or at least very lean and slim. Do you guys think he'd feel embarrassed about it? Try to change it? If he does illusion abs on himself do you think that one time Astarion catches him and has to convince him that hes enough? That having a six pack is, shocker, not what he loves Gale for?

#doesn't have to be bloodweave #but everything is bloodweave to me #gale dekarios #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate gale #gale x astarion #bloodweave #baldurs gate 3 #galestarion #bg3 hcs #gale headcanons #bloodweave headcanons #hc #headcanons #whump prompt #hurt/comfort #gale hurt/comfort

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Imagine a spoiled royal, heir to the throne, part of a powerful bloodline that gives them "divine right to rule". They're raised to be cruel, and told their heritage puts them above everyone else.

And then one day, it's revealed before the entire court that it's all a lie. The royal was switched at birth with the child of a servant. The real heir has been serving in the palace all this time, unaware of their birthright. Maybe they're even someone the faux-royal had been particularly cruel to all their lives.

The ruling family is quick to push out the false heir---blood is more important to them than any illusion of family---and welcome the servant with open arms.

Maybe the false heir is banished from the kingdom they were raised to rule. Maybe they're imprisoned so the truth can never come out. Maybe they're made a servant, now at the beck and call of someone they'd thought beneath them.

Does the true heir take pity on them, or do they seek vengeance from years of abuse? Does the royal family have any regrets, or have they always been cold, only concerned with holding power? What do the servants and commoners do, now that the arrogant "heir" has lost all power and protection?

#today in 'very specific whump prompts' #i just like it when a character loses everything #especially if they're super arrogant/an asshole #and then everyone who they've hurt gets to make a choice! #whump #royal whumpee #villain whump #whumper turned whumpee #whumpee turned whumper #fantasy whump #i almost want to write this but i have too many sticks in the fire #whump prompt

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

" oh no people will get weirded out by how much i like to torment this ragdoll " i say to myself , even though i Just cultivated an audience of people who loves ragdoll torment

#[ ooc ] #clutching my papers of whump ideas like “ ..... they don't know how much i'm holding back ” #ah . you hide your pain and repress everything for the sake of everyone around you who you think needs comfort more ? #i'm beaming you with ' everything gets spilled out in the most inconvenient time possible where everyone witnesses it '

[whumpbees]

Whumpees recovering. Getting soft, nice things. Relearning how to be a person. Injuries turning to scabs turning to scars. Going to therapy. Talking about what happened to them in the past tense.

Just, whumpees getting better <3

#honey posts #whump #whump prompt #pet whump #caretaker #Guys I'm so soft today please #got hit right in the feels /pos #and now everything's so <3

[anguishmacgyver]

#that migraine aesthetic #stargate sg1 4x13 #daniel jackson #whump #whumpedit #aftermath #currently obsessed 1. with how he's curled into a ball #2. pulls his own hair to overcome the waves of pain?? #everything basically

[wisteria-whump]

i love when a rescued whumpee slowly drops details about their life to their new friends and the friends try to mentally catalog everything because they know so little about whumpee and they share so infrequently

#loosely based off of me watching house md and being desperate to know everything about these characters #im also completely age blind so when they drop a detail that reveals their age or age range its like i hit the jackpot #whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump writing #whump idea #whump blog #whump scenario #tw whump #whump tw

[mellaithwen]

a going-feral starter pack :) helppp (x)

#911 spoilers  #me: ill screenshot the most insane bits #also me: *screenshots everything* #911 fox #my babies are bleeeeding #and i know i love whump but ALL AT ONCE!? #nine one whump #and bobby missing!?!?? #911 #firefam #whump #mellaithwen edit

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

I know this is a long shot, and I have no idea how Messiah is even going to be handled onscreen in regards to the time jump, but I'd love a scene of Paul wrapping up his own wounds from the end of Part 2. Because one, you can't just injure your main character That Much and then never follow up on it in any way.

But more importantly I want that emphasis on how alone he is. I need the narrative to keep acknowledging that. Despite being so important *in theory*, he isn't protected, he isn't cared about. He's a thing to be in awe of and be terrified of. So having him alone, injured, taking care of himself in private with nobody watching him or following him...and then having him drag himself back to his feet to go commit more war crimes immediately after showing him in a deeply vulnerable and lonesome position would be. hm. something.

#dune #paul atreides #i know the likelihood of part 3 starting straight after part 2 is low but #i need some indication that like. he's not being taken care of by anybody. he has everything but he has nothing. everyone and no one. #he is dragging himself through this existence as a religious leader/warlord inch by inch not because he enjoys it but bc it Has To Be Done #idk something on my mind #also i like whump and hurt-no-comfort???? whatever

[whump-on-a-string]

Guy's been alone in his lil vampire house for about 4 decades too long and forgot how to have a normal conversation. He just yoinks people off the street for a little dinner party bc he doesn't know how else to go about it. Poor bastard just wants some friends.

I like my shenanigans with a bit of levity.

#My Art #Dallan #OC #Whump #Vampire Whump #But then it gets wholesome because I am a coward and love good endings and making shit humorous i am sorry but also not sorry #Blame D&D Vampire shit for thisDallan is my blorbo and I am God in his world and God says everything always turns out okay #then he can continue on and deal with EVEN MORE shenanigans in the future :) #Vampire

[whumpypepsigal]

Avatar: The Last Airbender (2024) s01e04 “Everything I need is on this boat.”

#whumpedit #atlaedit #avatar the last airbender #atla spoilers #atla #whump #uncle iroh #prince zuko #paul sun hyung lee #dallas liu #family #teary eyed #emotional whump #my wailing heart… this scene was everything #I LOVE SOFT MOMENTS LIKE THIS! #my gifs #so far ​im enjoying this series very much

[rainydaywhump]

Crack whump where caretaker gently lifts a sleeping whumpee and promptly drops them on accident because dear good lord, humans are heavy when they’re limp

#whump #crack whump #actually fighting to keep myself from turning everything i write into crack whump #it's a constant battle

[patroclusdefencesquad]

yennskier forehead smooch my beloved

#this scene really has everything #jaskier whump. yennskier. fake relationship. both trying to protect each other. yennefer. forehead smooch #the witcher #yennskier

[whumblr]

Nighttime

Heavy footsteps slowly made their way up the stairs, the clanking sounds echoing through the silent hall as they drew nearer on the steel grated walkway.

The owner of those boots didn’t care it was nearing midnight, nor did he seem in a hurry. He took slow deliberate steps, knowing he had an audience who were all listening with bated breath. He knew most would still be awake, at least those with a guilty conscience, waiting, waiting for the inevitable, and praying for the footsteps to pass by their cell.

Lucas too lay wide awake, facing the cell door, seeing the drawn out shadow draw nearer through the bars.

He racked his brain, trying to remember if anyone else had drawn Nero’s attention today, had done anything to deserve a nighttime visit. When he couldn’t think of any – the day like all others had passed in a hazy blur – he tried to remember if there was anyone locked away in solitary.

Two out of three options he came up blank and the third option became very real all of a sudden.

Would it be him? Would this be his first visit, finally finding out – unwillingly – what happened behind those closed doors, what caused the begging and the screaming, what was the prime cause for the impeccable record of this prison’s stats for good behaviour?

Something heavy started forming in his stomach, something that spread to all his limbs. He shifted on his bed, the flimsy mattress barely protecting his bruises from the harsh, cold metal underneath, and kept a close watch on the shadow that now drew nearer.

Had he done anything today? Besides being his usual nuisance? He hadn’t talked back (hadn’t had the chance, really), mouthed off, or tried to instigate a fight. All in all, a quiet day. So by that logic, he should be safe. Should. But he knew Nero didn’t need a reason. And that he could hold onto a grudge, coming back with punishment for something that happened days ago. He relished in the false comfort and striking when the victim thought he was safe.

Yet everyone awake was now thinking back on their sins, severely questioning their safety, and praying they would be spared that night.

The shadow was now right outside his cell and he was sure he just made eye contact with the beast. Either time slowed or the man had stopped. But then he blinked and the shadow had passed his door. Clanking footsteps following in its wake.

His shoulders relaxed. And Lucas found himself exhaling his dread.

A couple cells ahead the footsteps stopped. Sounds echoed through the hall, a lock springing open, the creak of the door; the soft prelude. Then soft begging and sobs, whispered pleads. A harsh command. Then quicker footsteps, stumbling along with Nero’s marching, another choked off sob, whispered “please, please, no, I’m sorry, please, I’m so sorry!” as they got closer.

"Quiet."

The begging stopped instantly.

The command wasn’t made out of concern to others, nor to not disturb their night’s peace or to remain undetected. Begging just was useless here.

Lucas saw the two dark figures go past, noticing how Nero used his favourite method of transportation: a vice grip on his victim’s neck and simply pushing them along.

A door slammed shut. Then there was silence.

Lucas pressed his pillow over his head, tried to calm his beating heart, to convince himself the storm had passed and he could go to sleep. Unfortunately, he knew the silence was a short lived one.

That it would soon be filled again. By muffled distant screams.

-

Continued here

#whump #whump drabble #whump writing #prison whump #stoic whumper #angst #implied torture #first drabble yasss #I hope to keep the chapters short this time but #I think I say that for everything so we'll see... #no title yet gotta think of something #my writing #prison whump prologue :)) #didnt tag anyone gonna make a new taglist for this

[justbreakonme]

Most people find listening to the sound of falling rain relaxing.

Most people.

Not him.

He had spent too many nights huddled under awnings and tucked under bridges, unable to avoid the water that soaked him and what little he had to the skin.

Wet shoes and socks meant being barefoot, too numb with cold to notice he was stepping on broken beer bottles along the road. Wet clothes meant that he had only hours to find somewhere, anywhere to get warm or dry before he would get sick, really sick.

He wasn’t there, anymore.

He was safe.

He was home.

But that didn’t mean the sound of falling rain didn’t fill him with a bone deep sense of dread.

She didn’t understand exactly; she knew she’d been lucky enough to never associate the sound of rain with anything other than staying indoors. But she understood enough.

Warm blankets and dry socks found their way into his lap while the whistle of the kettle drowned out at least a little of the noise.

She’d close the curtains and put a movie on, loud enough that he could almost forget until the next crack of thunder would make him jump.

He didn’t hide under storefront umbrellas or overpasses anymore, but he did tuck himself further under her arm, as if out of habit, even now.

They both silently hoped that one day, the rain would be just rain. But until then, they’d wait out the storm together, in dry socks.

#it’s been raining a lot today #and though I’ve never been through anything nearly this bad #I was reminded that up until the last few months #the sound of rain would make me so anxious #because I had been living in a trailer that leaked #and when it rained that meant everything I had would get damp #my bed and my clothes and anything not tucked up in a sealed cabinet #I’m safer now and slowly the anxiety went away #but I figured I’d write this out so it could escape my brain #it’s fine to reblog without the tags and for whump reasons #whump #whumpee #caretaker #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump scenario #rescue #pet whump #environmental whump #pet whumpee #tw homelessness #just in case