#just whumping along

[generic-whumperz]

Can’t stop, won’t stop

#whumpblr #whump #whump drabble #whump stuff #whump memes #whump meme #whump shitpost #whump community #whump genre #hurt/no comfort #hurt/angst #hurt/comfort #hurt/aftermath #give me all the whump #whump thoughts #just whumpy tings #just whumping along #whump blog

[generic-whumper]

Can’t talk rn, doing whump shit.

#whump #whumpblr #whumper #whump drabble #whump community #just whumping along #just whumpy tings #Whumpers gonna whump

[whump-on-a-string]

Based on that Ask about if it's Parish who usually patches up my blorbos. The answer is Yes.

Parish has been dealing with Dallan's tendency to run into unfortunate shenanigans for the past 10 or so years. Dallan would probably have died a long time ago if he weren't pals with/working for a very good elven doctor. Poor dude's got Chronic Whumpee Disease.

ANYWAYS. What really started it was a dinner party Dr. Parish and a half-elf friend attended at Mr. Richard's greathouse. Dallan was just the lil resident servant boy cinnamon roll who took their coats & stuff. The head maid wasn't a fan of how the half-elf friend was critiquing her methods of keeping her staff busy so she tried to play a bit of a prank on him by messing with his food that backfired horrendously and nearly killed Wolf (and littol babby Dallan by proxy because Wolf was sharing his snacks because look at him. He was just so smol and helpful and looked like he needed a lil treat 🥺)

Doctor Parish was furious.

#whump #whump art #Dallan #Parish #Alice #My Art #OC #Original #Lore #littol babby Dallan when he was like 12-15 years old. Just a poor little guy. :( #A family can be a 100+ yr old elf doctor with his adopted human son that works for his rich human friend he used to treat the wife of right #the nuclear family doesnt exist anyways #maybe the real treasure was the family-like friends you made along the way that help you through your traumatic events huh Dallan? #poison #poisoning

[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

[erdarielthewhumper]

Caretaker and whumpee pair where there's no love lost between them, but the caretaker still does what they can to help the whumpee is actually a really Good Trope. Like, maybe the characters are rivals, maybe there's something in their past, maybe they just generally dislike each other as people, but one way or another, they're kind of on bad terms.

But whether out of pragmatic necessity (like it's clear they'll have to work together to escape or else neither will, or because as long as the villains are hurting whumpee they're leaving the caretaker alone, or because the whumpee's continued survival just is in some way vital to the organization they work for, or whatever) or simply out of basic human decency, when the two are stuck together in a bad situation and whumpee's badly hurt, the caretaker does what they can to help

#they don't even need to become friends afterwards like they can still stay on kinda awkward tense terms when it's over #but yeah i mean i like caretaker and whumpee being close as much as the next person #but sometimes them not getting along well outside The Situation is fun #(also i had a fanfic idea that decided to crawl in and live rent free in my head that's just this) #whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #caretaker #caretaker prompts #whump prompts #whump ideas #feel free to use in a story! altho do tag me if you do just bc i'd love to read it hehe

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Something underutilized in whump. Realizing a whumper is human. Speaking from experience; when someone has hurt you (or others) it’s easy to pretend for a bit that they’re just evil and there’s nothing more to it—

But you can only think that for so long. No matter how horrible someone is, how many awful things they’ve done— they’re still fucking human. They’ve made those choices, they’re not even pure evil. No one’s pure evil. People can do evil things of course. But they’re still human.

And that’s almost what hurts the most

#vent post #just discovered some things about someone really close to me #fuck #whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump tropes #and along with this #a whumper may ~eventually~ feel some guilt or remorse over their actions. they’re himan #*human #and post rescue— I just know that would break a whumpee even further #my posts #my whump

[whump-queen]

“You’re better than this.”

[tw angst, depression, self-hatred, sort of a whumper-caretaker combo, implied suicidal ideation if you squint]

They felt their throat close up.

Was this supposed to feel like a pep talk?

They could read between the lines, you know. They weren’t that thick. They could hear the sentences finish in their head.

‘You’re pathetic. You’re lazy—’

“I—I know." Their throat clenched down again, the muscles tightening and squeezing around their words. They nearly grimaced at the sound of their own broken voice.

As if to prove them right.

“Hey. Look at me.”

The edge of frustration in that tone sent their emergency signals on edge. They lifted their gaze from that spot on the floor.

Whumper could see them fully now, and whumpee loathed how they must have looked right then—eyes brimming with tears, trying hard not to blink—god forbid the heavy drops breach their eyelashes and make everything worse.

Whumper grabbed them by the shoulders, their frustration boiling over, and shook them hard. Whumpee's voice cracked.

"Come on, snap out of it!"

“You know you’re better than this. You know you are—fuck, I know you are.“

They felt the tears now, streaking their cheeks and cooling in the chill of the room.

'Look at how far you’ve fallen.'

Whumper's tone grew more frantic now, that frustrated edge in their voice giving way to a full on desperate anger—

“Come ON— where did that FIRE go?”

'What the hell happened to you?'

“you used to be so—“

What— so strong? So self-assured? So confident?

. .

Was I?

Was that why you first fell for me?

It’s been so long. I can barely remember now.

.

Was that why you looked at me so differently that night, all those years ago?

With all the reverence and adoration in the world in your eyes—

as if you'd raze everything to the ground at my feet.

Please—tell me what it was— What did you see in me?

What did you see when you looked at me like that?

What was I like?

Please—please tell me—I—I cant find it anymore—

Whumper released their shoulders, turning away exasperated.

“Nobody’s gonna pull you up but you now.”

Whumpee curled in on themselves, the sobs were impossible to hold back now.

'You've got no one but yourself.'

Too much.

It hurts.

'Nobody but a person you despise.'

They let the tears fall willingly now, grieving something they could barely grasp.

That person they must've once been—they felt no more real than a ghost now.

Long dead.

They couldn’t do it anymore.

It hurt to remember.

It hurt to grieve.

Please.

Let them melt into the walls.

Let somebody find them in a week.

• • •

if you need therapy like me you can read more terrible angsty shit here:

Regrets | Tile | In the blur of the rain

#tf when u just— #*cries* #ammirite guys haha #whump drabble #angst whump #sad shit #angst #whump writing #my writing #tw mental health #depression #self hatred #tw depression #idk prolly more tags but #no energy rn so #lmk if I missed anything #pffft lmfao #when u get whumped by ur own brain pffskskdjfj #the real whumper was our own internal dialogue all along #✨✨✨ #rip that this is the first drabble i’ve posted in ages and it’s this shit #will be back with your regularly scheduled power trip content shortly 😭

[jittyjames]

whump: the musical- day 8

ok i really like this one. like really really like it. and if you never read anything else by me, i'd ask you to read this one. i'm so proud of it. (will prob decide i hate it tomorrow, but for tonight, i know it's my soul on paper, and i'm proud) (happy birthday to me. i wrote something i like for once)

#whump: the musical #jesus christ superstar #hadestown #oh i really really like this one #maybe it's just bc i'm brainrotting about both #but i love #come along with me fellas #first fic of me being 21 #and i love it

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

The bruises and the saw are his way of saying “I love you I love you I love you”

@figuwhump

#these guys need therapy and instead of doing that they like kiss each other #or well Kosuke kisses Suriya and Suriya kinda goes along with it cuz it’s better than being tortured #like I said they need therapy #whump #whump art #figuwhump #pet whump #whumper x whumpee #I was gonna tag this like Yandere whumper but kosuke’s not that #he’s not jealous or possessive just really lonely #and he goes for the guy closest to him which happens to be poor Suriya <2 #Suriya has like 18 different types of Stockholm syndrome and mental illness #my poor boy #my ocs <2 #oc suriya #oc kosuke

[whumpacabra]

48. Fastforward

Fluff, timeskip [10-15 years], cold temperatures, dog mention, referenced memory issues, referenced protectiveness, referenced legal proceedings, referenced past character death, fictional politics

AU Masterpost / Previous

“One hot chocolate, extra cream, and one black coffee, two sugars.”

“That’s me - thanks!” Harrison perked up, snagging the drinks from the counter with a polite smile. The barista gave him a wink. “I hope it goes well. He’s quite handsome.”

Harrison flushed, thankful his dark skin helped hide the blush as he thanked her again and left the cafe.

Wolf was waiting outside, Jakki, his service dog, sitting patiently on the snowy sidewalk.

“That was faster than expected.” Wolf hummed, walking with Harrison toward the park. Harrison sipped at his drink, mittened hands a bit clumsy.

“Yeah, I think the barista rushed it - she thought I was taking you on a date or something.” His laugh wasn’t quite genuine, and he knew Wolf could tell.

“I guess it kind of is. In more of a ‘long time, no see’ date than a first date way.” Wolf paused, Jakki tense at his side as a snowball whizzed past his face. A few university students engaged in the first shots of a snowball fight hollered apologies and politely held their fire until Harrison, Wolf, and the dog had made their way past the danger zone.

“Speaking of, how’s Finland?”

“Colder than here in Geneva, if you can imagine.”

“Ugh, I’d rather not. It’s cold enough here as it is.” He didn’t miss the desert, but he wasn’t fond of the icy air this time of year.

“How’s Katie and Awesome?”

“Good - great, honestly. They’re thinking of signing up for Doctors Without Borders for a bit, once Eli’s at his new boarding school fulltime.” A sad smile twitched at Harrison’s face, both at the current prospects and the nephew named for a dear dead friend.

(Somehow, despite everything - the court case of the century, the US tried in The Hague - the truth of Elias’ death never came up. Nor did Merrick’s, for that matter. Harrison tried not to dwell on it; his hands and Wolf’s both bloodied, but no good would come from guilt now.)

“How’s Mel? I heard she was back in the States recently.”

“Yeah, doing reparation work out there with Jennings and the nations. Walker’s there too, mostly just to keep on eye out I think, but she’d say it’s a vacation.”

“Once an agent, always an agent.” Wolf huffed, breath puffing white in the clean, cold air. His face was rounder, more color in his face than Harrison ever remembered. No matter how dark and dreary Finland was, somehow Wolf always looked fresh from a trip to the Mediterranean.

“How about you? How are things going with…?”

“Good. Better.” His smile wasn't quite genuine, and he knew Harrison could tell. “Memory is back, mostly. On good days. Jakki’s been a good help for bad ones.”

The Australian blue heeler perked at her name, but still seriously scanned their surroundings. Her vest was a vibrant neon orange, insulated against the cold.

“And how’s everyone else up there?” Harrison wasn’t sure what details Wolf could spare. He was vaguely aware that Liza, and Casey to an extent, couldn’t quite leave behind their grifts and cons. RJ was a bit of a wildcard, either deeply invested in some obscure hobby or casually taking assassination jobs. He sincerely hoped it was the former. And Ghost…

“They’re fine. Case and RJ are out in the Canary Islands with Liza - retirement party for her. Or so she promises. For real this time.” Wolf shook his head with a smile, dark hair shining and snow speckled. His smile faded a bit. “And Ghost…he’s trying.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Harrison took a long sip from his drink, busying himself with watching the ice rink. There were dozens of skaters, some elegant and some markedly less so.

“He’s just…protective is all. Maybe a bit paranoid. And smothering.” Wolf was clearly trying to work humor into his words, so Harrison offered a snort of amusement. “I’ve been arguing with him about this trip for two months.”

“Really?” Harrison raised a brow. He knew the old mercenary was…still dealing with the guilt of what had happened to his former friend and protege. Harrison didn’t realize quite how badly he was overcompensating for lost time.

“Arguing might be too strong a word, but he certainly took some convincing.” Wolf sipped at his coffee. “But we both agreed we could use some…space.”

“If there’s anything I can help with, let me know.” The words were almost automatic. Harrison didn’t even need to say them - it was a given. The two families - one (mostly) civilian, one (not entirely) criminal - had each others’ back over the years, from legal paperwork to therapy sessions.

“I appreciate that, Harrison.” Wolf sighed, leaning into him slightly where they stood watching the skating rink. Jakki huffed at a stranger who passed a little too closely. “I was actually thinking about - if you don’t mind - living down here for a while.”

“Yes - yeah, sure. That’s fine. I mean, hey, if Katie and Awesome do go abroad for a bit I wouldn’t mind having someone else in the house.” Harrison smiled up at him, hoping his excitement and relief wasn’t too noticeable. The way Wolf smiled down at him proved it was, but he didn’t care too much.

“Ghost will want to visit. Often, unfortunately.” The warning in Wolf’s voice was joking.

“We’ve got a guest bedroom. I mean, assuming you don’t mind sharing a room with me or - ”

“I’d like that.” Wolf’s voice was soft, a gloved hand gently taking hold of Harrison’s own mittened fingers. Harrison squeezed back, not letting go even as they started walking home.

AU Masterpost / Previous

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams @stargeode

#whump #fluff #recovery #post timeskip #cold temperatures #memory issues #protectiveness #past character death #fictional politics #idk how to tag for wolf+Harrison’s queer platonic whatever they’ve got going on. #freelancers au #���I wanna do a behind the scenes post abt this au later #a writer I adore did one with cut scenes+explaining Easter eggs and stuff and I LOVED it #it’s just….too much to put in the tags. what this au means to me. all the little details it feels like only I know about. the stuff I cut. #this has been…wild. and fun. and so so cathartic. I appreciate any of y’all reading along to this personal pet project of mine :]

[generic-whumperz]

🖕☺️🖕

#whumpblr #whump #whump drabble #whump writing #whump scenario #whump stuff #whump tropes #whumpee #creepy whumper #just whumpy tings #defiant whumpee #stoic whumpee #whumper x whumpee #whumpers gonna whump #intimate whumper #Whumper #just whumping along #whump meme #whump blog #whump community #pet whump #whump fic #whumpee being a shit #whumper is definitely going to kick whumpee’s ass now #angst #hurt/angst #hurt/no comfort

[generic-whumper]

Hobbies include making beautiful fictional people for the sole purpose of whumping them (and maybe giving them a ✨dash✨ of comfort) in the name of creative expression, or healing, or whatever.

#whumper #whump ideas #whump community #whump drabble #whumpblr #pet whump #conditioned whumpee #whumpy things #just whumping along #just whumpy tings #Casually whumping #hobbies include #hurt/comfort #hurt/no comfort #hurt/angst #hurtcore #hurt/ little comfort #Just hurt

[befuddled-calico-whump]

nothing like hanging out with new coworkers and finding out their number one brand of humor is just Racism 🙃

#or any other brand of ism #vent ahead #like i can tell that none of them are doing it in hate but fucking hell it's annoying me #its so much 'edgy middle schooler humor' like just trying to say the worst thing to get a reaction #nothing ive heard was even remotely clever #not that that would make it okay but it's like DAMN okay so you're racist and lazy #sorry for the rant im just annoyed and dreading this being the work environment all the time #my job has a reputation for being edgy on purpose but at the last location it wasn't like this #it was just roasting each other or making murder jokes #i feel like this takes it too far and for literally no reason but to try and get a cheap reaction #and it's also disheartening because i loved joking around with coworkers at the last place but i refuse to play along with this bs #and im not sure if i can bring it up without being labelled a wet blanket and basically becoming ostracized so uh #guess ill just take the slow route and not ever laugh or pretend i don't get it so they have to uncomfortably explain the joke #not whump #rant post

[whumpflash]

Never: The Endless Game

cw: death mention

previous part

"Am I…like him now?"

They'd made it to The Scarlet Merry with little trouble, but hadn't yet set sail. Safely aboard, James' focus was currently on his makeshift hook. The water had healed him, closed his wounds like they'd never happened, but left him with the scars he'd had before. Peter's map. The whip marks. The missing left hand. As if the island didn't want him to forget.

Scars or no scars, he wouldn't.

"Dunno." Jeddy stood next to him, leaning on the ship's railing. "The legends say you must drink from the fountain, but it mended you all the same." She shrugged. "Might've touched me as well, seeing as I used this to fetch it," she tapped the flask at her hip. "Never runs out, so I dunno what water's what."

"What if it did?" He let his gaze drift to the waves below. "Do you want to live forever?" If the water had done more than just heal him, if it had changed him, changed them, was he happy with that? The concept of forever was a difficult one, a sprawling infinity that he couldn't grasp, but he imagined it would be easier if it were to be taken day by day.

"Forever at sea, forever aboard the Merry…" Jeddy shrugged again. "I can imagine worse fates."

They didn't leave the cove that day, or the next. James knew they'd be willing to leave at any moment if he just gave the order, but something held him back.

Unfinished business.

As much as he wished the spear to the throat was enough to keep Peter down, he knew it wasn't so. It would take more than that to bury his enemy, and if it was true, if he was now undying as well, he had all the time in the world to find out what 'more than that' was.

Fiver, being the cook, was the first to discover that their food stores were as endless as Jeddy's waterskin. Nothing dwindled, nothing ran out. From the crate of hardtack, to the salt pork, to the little box of cane sugar.

It seemed Peter's neverland had no short supply of gifts to give.

Days passed without any trouble, the only sign of his old crew being a few men seen flying far overhead. Scouts, no doubt. James knew it was unlikely Peter would leave them alone. It was only a matter of time before he decided to stage another attack, and he knew he had a choice to make.

Sail or stay?

Peter didn't want to leave the island. If they set off, even with a crew as small as theirs, there was a chance they could make it far enough that he wouldn't follow.

But what would Peter do then? What would happen in a dozen years or more, when he at last grew bored of it all?

True, the neverland was a great distance from any civilization James knew of, but Peter couldn't die, and he was certain if the other man set his mind to it, he'd make it somewhere. Unkillable, unconstrained. God help anyone who he decided to toy with.

He couldn't let that happen. Not when it was possible he'd been granted an opportunity to fight fire with fire. If James were immortal, who better than him to find a way to stop Peter? After all, they still had a game to finish.

But he wasn't the only one aboard the Merry. The others had a right to choose.

"I find it's become my duty to put an end to Peter," he said one night as they had their dinner. "I can't in good conscience leave this island until I know for certain he's dead."

"And what if 'dead' is impossible?" Scrap said around a mouthful of food.

"There must be a way," James replied. "And if there is, I'll find it." He ran his fingers over his hook. "I won't try and order any of you to stay by me. If you wish, take the Merry and sail far away from here. I won't try and stop you, nor will I think less of you for it."

He waited, the room filled with a silence.

"I'll stay." Jeddy was the first to speak. There was a slight smile on her face, a warmth in her eyes. "What's a captain without a first mate?"

"And what's either of those without a crew?" Fiver added. "Can't very well let y'be cooking for yourselves."

"Suppose you'll need someone to tend the sails," Scrap cut in, then added in a softer voice, "Cotts taught me well. Hope I can do half as good a job."

A warmth grew within James, the seed of hope Jeddy had given him what seemed so long ago blooming. No matter the things they'd said before, it was only now that he truly felt like he was captain again, at last able to make his own choice and not have it driven by survival or pure necessity. And beyond what he'd hoped for, he had people willing to stand by him in a task that may yet prove impossible.

"I couldn't ask for a better crew," he said, and meant it with all his heart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, they finally set sail. Not to flee, or to seek safer harbors, but instead to circle the island in a sort of patrol. Even with land in sight, it felt freeing to be out on the water again, aboard his own ship. James found it easy to steer the Merry with the help of his hook, but even in fair weather, he knew looking after the ship was a struggle for only three.

So he sat down with Fiver and Scrap, coming up with a list of those who weren't fully loyal to Peter, who may yet be swayed to come back aboard The Scarlet Merry. James made another silent promise, right beside his vow to see his enemy to the grave; he'd find his former crew, however long it took, and make sure each sailor at least had a choice.

By day they sailed, singing the old shanties that somehow sounded just as full as they had when sung by dozens instead of four. By night they let the ship drift, sleeping or watching the stars.

Jeddy was right. There were worse fates than living forever at sea.

And when Peter at last made his appearance, piercing the air overhead like a bird of prey, James was not afraid.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Years passed like days. Time was easily lost in the eternal summer of the neverland. 

James could sail the island's waters blind. By now he knew them like the back of his hand. Like the scars on his torso.

The Merry thrived in these waters, never faltering, never wearing even when she should. In time, some of the sailors in Peter's band left him, returning to her. Returning home.

Peter came too. Came and went, fought James, fought Jeddy, fought any sailor who crossed his path.

Sometimes Peter died. Sometimes James died.

But they always returned for the next battle. Even Peter's little knife couldn't put a stop to that.

It was a curse. It was a blessing. It was a game that never ended.

"What happens if you beat him?" Jeddy asked one evening. They'd tried to bargain with the merfolk earlier that day, seeking more knowledge of the fountain and finding very little.

"If I beat him?"

"For good," she added. The moon was full, casting a soft glow on her face, the tight coils of her hair, lighting up her eyes. He truly could not say how long it had been since they'd first come here, since those first pain-filled weeks at skull island. Be it one year or ten, Jeddy didn't seem to have aged a day. He supposed he'd make the same observation about himself, should he take his time in front of a mirror.

"If I should… I suppose we could leave," James mused. "Pick a horizon and sail away. Leave the island's games behind forever." Even as he said it, he knew it would never be. The neverland was a part of them now, and they of it. Removing themselves would be no different from…

From separating a man from his hand, James thought, the notion somehow as amusing as it was bitter.

"M'not sure I'd want to leave. Or even if I could," Jeddy said, voicing his thoughts.

"Whether we want to or not, the choice is a distant one. Peter is not an obstacle that will be easily buried."

"And if you can never find a way?"

"Suppose we'll be here forever then." Forever playing Peter's game.

Jeddy laid a hand over his. "It's not such a bad forever," she said, and he smiled.

"No. It's not."

Forever aboard his ship, his home. Forever with a good crew, with a first mate he trusted with all of his being. Forever hunting Peter, playing the endless game, and maybe one day he'd win.

It was his choice.

It was his forever.

And it was enough.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

tag list: (thank you all for reading! This concludes Never, but I definitely plan on writing more pieces featuring these characters one day :) )

@hold-back-on-the-comfort , @i-can-even-burn-salad , @whumpsday , @starlit-hopes-and-dreams , @rabbitdrabbles , @cyberneticwhump , @dream-whump , @whumpyzombie , @kixngiggles , @suspicious-whumping-egg , @chibichibivale , @itsdappleagain , @lelly-belly , @whumpy-catfish , @enteredin2eternity

#thanks for reading never; also known as 'now i have several potential immortal whumpees' #glad you all came along for the ride haha #the name is doubly great because i 'never' saw this coming lol. it just happened one day and didn't let me go #whump #whumpflash #whump writing #captain hook #never/never #pirate whump #recovery #epilogue

[spookyboywhump]

I really love whump scenarios where there’s multiple whumpees and they have to work together and they get along and develop close bonds and relationships and I think that’s neat. But I also really love whump scenarios where there’s multiple whumpees in captivity and they just fucking hate each other. They will gladly sabotage the other. They will throw the other under the bus for no reason at all. Whumper doesn’t have to try to pit them against each other, they’re doing that all on their own and whumper doesn’t even have to lift a finger

#whump #idk I just think it’s fun #and just kind of funny #somebody put their asses in a get along shirt

[the-stove-is-divorced]

*seeing the possible nicknames: Ships and Sails* Hmmmm, uh, how about we combine them for the ultimate irony? Since you don't like shipping, how about Sailing Ships?

Have you planned out the future plot of kintsugi? Of course, nothing is set in stone and you can change it whenever but what are your plans at this point of time? I'm very curious 👀👀

Oh my goodness, this is so perfect??? It honestly has the exact kind of vibe to be a mlp pony name, and I adored that show so absolutely, yes! I am Sailing Ships, who dislikes shipping, now and forever thank you. Irony my beloved!!! (*´▽`*) ♡♡♡

And sort of! Most fics have a general point of conflict I wanna reach and/or moments I wanna build up to and write the story along the way, so 98% isn't planned, but 2% I really want to reach for. Tysm for asking btw, I love chatting about fic ideas!!! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

The main eventual conflict is that fact a) Chill/Blue doesn't want to go back together and become One Whole Bruce Wayne because this specific part of Bruce doesn't like being Batman. He's actually one of the few aspects with some actual self preservation, and simply put: it's exhausting, it feels futile, it's painful, and he's done enough. As the personification of indulgences and whims, Chill/Blue wants to indulge in the idea of retirement, putting his feet up, doing what he wants, eating what he wants, and rejecting the hard standards and restrictions Bruce puts himself on. He wants to indulge in the joys he feels he's been neglecting to be Batman, he's tired of the sacrifice and efforts it takes to maintain on a constant basis.

As you can probably guess, b) the others hate this. Hope/Gold is what made Batman and what saved Bruce from despair by giving him something to work towards, Crimson would be frustrated by the idea of doing nothing at all when he could be doing something, and Lavender couldn't stand the idea of how many people could get hurt by sitting idly by. Both Lavender and Crimson don't like Blue, and frankly wouldn't mind if he wasn't part of the Whole Bruce Wayne anymore, and while Hope can appreciate anything by nature, he isn't exactly gonna run and demand for Blue to stay. But the conflict is the all of them have to be together for the whole Bruce to come back.

And gosh, if you don't mind the ramble I love having character study types fics like these! Because it's demonstrating there is a part of Bruce that can understand he is, objectifying, overworking himself and sacrificing his own life for a meaningful cause, it's selfless for others, but arguably self destructive it taken way too far. It's not good, it's not pleasant, but when there's so many reasons to keep going, (like Hope, Lavender, and Crimson each think about), who cares about the small part of him desperate for sleep? If he has to stay in perfect shape, who cares about the craving for popcorn or ice cream he has? If he has a city to save, who cares if his spine hurts so badly, or his knees ache, or his body is still bruised? Bruce, Batman, to me, is a character who probably give anything to anyone who needs it, and yet deny himself the same generosity at the same time.

I also want moments of Blue bonding with one of the kids, or something of the like. Confessing about how much he likes heights, how much he loves the rain, being strangely, perhaps jarringly open, because he's not afraid of sharing the wrong thing, or how carefully he has to think about what to say, because words are so meaningful to him. I want to show how harsh Crimson will be with other aspects of Bruce, but loathe being that harsh with others. Stuff like that! :D

AGAIN TYSM FOR SHOWING INTEREST! I love yapping about fic ideas and fic plots and the like, teehee. (´꒳`)♡ I should have a chapter out hopefully soon????

#asks #the sillier fic is secretly a character study ALL ALONG (it always was i just struggle with tone that isn't high stress / whump lol) #AND YEAH I LOVE THIS STUFF #CHARACTER STUDY MY BELOVEDDDDDDDDDD #the way each of their dynamics and interactions can say something about bruce as a whole? im foaming at the mouth for my own fic #my fics #batman batman batman