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whump-for-comfort · 2 years
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Inspired by @whumpyourenemy ‘s hidden injury dialogue post [X]
I originally wrote this with some new OC’s I want to post about on this blog, but I haven’t figured out their personalities yet, so I switched this drabble to generic characters. Please enjoy!
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The mission was over at last. It had been a quick one, but to Whumpee it seemed like it had taken an eternity. In reality, it had only taken about ten minutes for them and Caretaker to systematically take out the ten bad guys that had set up camp in the rundown warehouse.
But time had been running in slow motion as soon as they felt the blade slash across their ribs.
“What a haul!” Caretaker laughed as they kicked aside a corpse that resembled a bloodied pulp more than a man. “Seriously, these guys have been a serious pain in the neck for a while. I’m glad we’ve got them out of the way now.”
“uh-huh.” Whumpee agreed weekly as their vision clouded with threatening unconsciousness.
Caretaker paused in surveying their kills upon hearing the weakness in Whumpee’s voice. They glanced up, and their eyes widened minutely.
“Whose blood is that?” They asked with a gesture at Whumpee’s midriff. Whumpee didn’t look to where Caretkaer was indicating. They didn’t think they could stomach what they might find.
Whumpee didn’t want to admit it was their blood. They knew they weren’t as strong as the rest of the team, and they were tired of being the one to drag everyone else down. They couldn’t buckle at injuries - they needed to be tougher, to be able to shrug off injuries like they weren’t even there. Like the rest of the team always did.
They shrugged, and immediately regretted it as pain flared anew at their side.
Caretaker’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re hurt.” They said. When Whumpee didn’t respond, they sighed. “You are. Do you even know how pale you are right now?”
“It’s nothing.” Whumpee insisted weakly. “Just a scratch.”
“Walk then. Come on, walk towards me. I bet you can't even take a step.” Caretaker challenged.
“I can too.” Whumpee retorted stubbornly, and raised their foot.
The agony wasn’t even restricted to their torso that time. Flaming hot pain tore at their entire body, and they couldn’t help the startled shout that left their throat.
Caretaker was at their side in an instant. They placed their hands on their shoulders and attempted to straighten Whumpee up so they could see the wound.
“How bad is it?” They demanded. When Whumpee made a noncommittal noise in response, Caretakers’s hands tightened their grip on Whumpee’s shoulders.
“Take off your shirt.” They said. Whumpee glared at him. “And don’t give me that look.”
There was no arguing with Caretaker. Whumpee gritted their teeth and slowly worked their vest over their head. When they gasped in pain, Caretaker began to help without prompting.
Caretaker began to consider the wound carefully, and Whumpee finally looked down.
Blood stained the majority of their torso, the blood smeared upward by the pull of their shirt. They couldn’t make out the wound itself for the blood bubbling up, but it oozed steadily. It wasn’t the gushing Whumpee had expected to see, and they felt themselves sigh with relief.
“You’ll live.” Caretaker concluded, but the worry lines that creased their forehead didn’t disappear. “It looks fairly nasty, though. We should get you to Medic.”
Whumpee nodded their agreement, as their eyes began to droop with fatigue. It was useless to pretend anymore.
Before they could open their mouth to apologise for the trouble, Caretaker had their arm at the back of Whumpee’s knees and had scooped them into their arms. Whumpee yelped as the movement irritated their injuries.
“Sorry.” Caretaker said, the irritation from earlier no where to be found. “It’s just quicker this way.”
Whumpee nodded against their chest, and their forehead dropped to Caretaker’s shoulder.
“And don’t apologise.” Caretaker continued as they exited the warehouse and into the humid night. They were the only ones around, Caretaker’s heavy footsteps free to echo off the walls. “You’re not holding us back.”
Whumpee’s brow furrowed. “How did you-“
“You get a look on your face.” Caretaker shrugged. “You shouldn’t let it get to you. It takes time and practice to do what we do. And you’re picking up skills very quickly. Honestly, I’m actually impressed.”
Whumpee turned their face to hide in Caretaker’s shoulder.
“Huh.” They said.
Caretaker chuckled. “Don’t fall asleep on me.” They said.
Whumpee nodded. “I’ll try my best.”
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whumpy-bi · 2 years
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The heroic, kindhearted protagonist wasn’t even that angry about being kidnapped by a crime syndicate.
His lover, however, a slightly unhinged warrior, was very angry about it.
@whump-queen I did it lmao
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beebundt · 2 months
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im busy with an art trade but wanted 2 share some recent scraps of charlie. i haven't posted abt her in years oh my god
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tearlessrain · 1 month
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please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!
gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.
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SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:
diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.
non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.
the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.
now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.
if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.
if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.
this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.
it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.
but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.
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redysetdare · 3 months
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Sometimes...characters being in a romantic relationship is worse.
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goldensunset · 5 months
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people who go through the main tags of big and tumultuous fandoms looking for new fresh good posts to reblog are essential to any circle. they’re like true hunter gatherers leaving the safety of settlement and braving the unknown wilderness to find food for the flock. they risk their lives every day and will come back with a few scratches at best and severe psychological damage at worst
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lackadaisycal-art · 11 months
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Family Recipe
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 2 months
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You keep telling yourself that Namari.
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bebs-art-gallery · 2 months
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𝐃𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚
© lightbeyondtheframe
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canisalbus · 1 month
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The anon ask reading Machete as Versace and your mention of his subtly elegant style resting along the lines of YSL got me thinking the lad would honestly devour Loro Piana. In stark contrast, it feels like Vasco would be happy to roll with UNIQLO and other lighter fashion, for a more casual, slightly whimsical, less severe look. Either way, you know the boys will be so pretty in their littol outfits :3
Gifting him a 1300€ Loro Piana cashmere sweater just so I can pit him against the forces of static electricity.
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vhstown · 6 months
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please stop scrolling and take the time to read this.
i don't think people understand the extent of the horror happening in palestine right now. "death" means nothing to people because of desensitisation so let me just tell you what white phosphorus is. it's being used in israeli munitions and has been and will continue to be fired across gaza and the palestinian borders.
white phosphorus burns when it comes into contact with oxygen (at nearly 800°C or 1500°F. the human body can withstand ~50°C for reference.) the air you breathe in ignites and it is near impossible extinguish. it sticks to clothing and skin and is very difficult to remove because it will continue to ignite in air. it burns flesh up to the bone and even past the bone because it penetrates tissue and is absorbed VERY easily. if you inhale it it'll destroy your respiratory tract and lungs. it can cause failure in multiple organs including the liver, kidneys and heart. it is being released in one of the most densely populated places on earth.
the only way to treat someone exposed to white phosphorus is to submerge them in saline or water and to pick out the substance with forceps, and when you undress a wound the substance can re-ignite. this is just ONE weapon that is being used to kill palestinian people right now. palestine does not have access to medical care, humanitarian aid, power, or internet. their hospitals are being bombed. gaza is one of the most densely populated places in the world with over 50% of the population being children. many children are the sole survivors of their families. there are videos of children experiencing panic attacks and symptoms of ptsd. the fact that israel has committed war crimes in plain sight means that we can only imagine what will happen to the palestinians in complete darkness.
israel has and will continue to deny this. your interests and fandom will still be here, you will wake up tomorrow morning and see your friends and family, but an entire nation of people are being wiped off the map. being silent is being complacent. reblog, spread information, tell people in real life, attend protests, sign petitions, call your government offices, at the very least be angry and upset and horrified because once you become numb and indifferent and hopeless the oppressors will have already won.
what's happening right now is more than a genocide and once it becomes a part of history we'll wonder how the world let this happen. genocides have been part of all nations. just because it is far away does not mean you don't have to be concerned. the fact that YOUR governments and YOUR idols and the people around YOU are supporting the mass eradication of an entire group of people should scare you. it shouldn't make you feel anything less than sick and angry and disgusted. DO something about it, no matter how small you feel your voice is, because palestinians no longer have one.
[edit] links to some helpful reblogs: one & two
post on how you can help palestine
learn about palestine with this masterlist of info
+ a further reblog of mine
[edit 2] about palestinians "not having a voice" at the time i wrote this post internet connection was cut off entirely and even journalists weren't able to report for a period of time — that is all i meant by that. they of course have a voice and i never meant to undermine how people are risking their lives in gaza to get information out there and i apologise if thats what people took from it, it was not my intention but it is entirely my bad. please continue to spread information and updates from gaza as they come.
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whump-for-comfort · 2 years
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Prompt from @whumpster-dumpster: [X]
“How about some proper food, huh?” Caretaker asked as they settled themself on the side of the bed. Whumpee looked at them blearily, their eyes slightly unfocused. “It’s just a simple broth, I’m afraid. Nothing too fancy. Still, good things come to those who wait, hey?”
Whumpee only acknowledged them with a slow blink, and Caretaker took that as confirmation that they understood.
Whumpee was still so out of it that it didn’t even cross Caretakers’s mind to hand the bowl to them. The broth inside was lukewarm, on the edge of palatable, so it wouldn’t burn them if Whumpee dropped it. But it would cause the hassle of clearing up, and Caretaker was more than happy to help anyway.
They carefully tipped Whumpee’s limp body onto their own chest so Whumpee could rest their weight there as they quickly propped the pillows up against the wall. They then lowered Whumpee back down onto the pillows, their body now at a slant so they wouldn’t choke.
“There.” They said, smoothing down the front of Whumpee’s shirt, albeit unnecessarily. Whumpee’s head lolled slightly on the pillow, but their eyes never left Caretakers’s face, and Caretaker felt their heart soar at the progress. “Now, do you think you can stomach a little broth?”
They reached to the bedside table and took the broth and a spoon in their hands. They scooped a little in the plastic spoon and let the soft but whole vegetables fall back into the bowl. They held the spoon to Whumpee’s lips. “Open your mouth, just a little bit to start…”
They was expecting to be ignored, but to their joy, Whumpee’s lips parted a fraction as their eyelids fluttered closed - almost as if the small action was a little too much - and Caretaker was able to gently ease the spoon inside.
They withdrew and watched the bob of Whumpee’s throat as they were able to swallow. It took a little longer than it would have normally, but it was progress.
“Great - well done!” They exhaled in a relived rush. It was a struggle to keep the emotion out of their voice, so instead they dipped the spoon back in the broth. “Think you can manage another?”
Whumpee was able to manage a few more spoonfuls before they titled their head on the pillow slightly - an unmistakable sign that they couldn’t manage anymore.
Caretaker had no complaints. It was the first meal Whumpee had for a while, Caretaker was just glad they had been able to eat the amount they had been given. They sat the bowl and spoon back down on the bedside table once again and picked up a cloth. “Well done, Whumpee. I’m proud of you.” They said as they gently wiped the corner of Whumpee’s lips.
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theamazingian · 3 months
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I swear, if the Sonic Generations remaster is actually called ‘Sonic x Shadow Generations’ akdjfkdjlsksla
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agentravensong · 2 months
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thinking about how the extra area added on to a pacifist run of undertale, the true lab, is about alphys's past mistakes. how it ends with the story reaffirming that, despite the pain she's caused, the thing that matters is that she has now made the choice to do the right thing. she's still worthy of her friends' love.
thinking about how undertale doesn't expect the player to get a pacifist ending for the first time. how it's more likely than not that the player will kill toriel the first time they battle her, how lots of players don't initially figure out how to end undyne's fight without killing her, etc. what it expects — not even expects, really, but hopes — is that the player, if they care enough, will use their canonically acknowledged power over time to make up for those mistakes.
no matter how many neutral runs a player has done before committing to the pacifist run, the thing that matters to the characters, to the story, is that you've chosen, now, to do the right thing.
compared to alphys, the player honestly gets off lightly, in that you're the only one (other than flowey) who really remembers any harm you might have caused. and any direct guilting the game could have done about it is long past at this point. instead, as undertale often does, it makes its point via parallels: alphys caused harm, and she knows it. she has committed to being better. in doing so, she has unlocked for herself a better ending to her story. and she deserves it. she's forgiven.
those structural narrative parallels are all over undertale, if you know where to look. and that's one of the things that makes it so fuckin' good.
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egophiliac · 4 months
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I have SO many thoughts about everything and they are in no kind of order yet, so here's just some quick little bits in the meantime!
I am not normal about any of these characters!
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#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 6 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 6 spoilers#me just staring at the ceiling thinking about anime characters#if i start talking about the big stuff now it's going to turn into a huge rambling mess so in the meantime#i did not get sebek (yet) (i need to contemplate my gems...) but i did see his groovy#he is just full-on cinderella-sparkles bibbidi-bobbidi-booing into that armor! magnificent.#and i really don't have enough words for how much i love tiny malleus. he is perfect. he is precious. he is everything to me.#he knows who his dad is no matter what some crusty dead talking ectoplasm blobs say#(man no wonder lilia's got hangups if THAT was the general attitude he was getting)#('eww you got your dirty bat cooties on the prince' go sit in the corner with mrs. rosehearts you absolute garbage)#(...i did kind of love that lilia started to wake up because the senate said one nice thing to him)#(and he immediately was like 'this is not reality')#(sounds about right)#on a lighter note i was just. SO charmed by the little throwaway about ✨dragon lord consort esteemed diplomat revaan✨#who picks the vegetables out of his food and hides them under the tablecloth#everything i learn about this man makes me like him more. he was SO dumb.#now we know where malleus gets it from i guess#also unrelated but once again the fact that i named my mc tamago has had unintentional consequences#tamago take the tamago and tamago tamagao tamago#frikkin love that when yuu gives the egg back you can just be like 'i love him. this is my baby now.' 100% accurate.#also yuu continually referring to malleus as tsunotarou even to the senate = amazing. yuu really has NO self-preservation or awareness.#they fit right in with everyone else#<- see what did i tell you. huge rambling mess.#and i haven't even BEGUN to talk about MELEANOR -- (is dragged offstage by a hook)
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junodoom · 14 days
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birthday comic for wen ning 🏹
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it’s still april 11th in my time zone. this counts
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