#mutant whumpee

[boxboysandotherwhump]

Sam healing Dee, now in color ;3

#whump #whump art #painting #mutant whumpee #whumpee #sam and dee #sam art #dee art #guard dog dee #sam the medic #mutant medic from now on :3 #some flowers have teeth #concept art #post apocalypse

[whumpy-bi]

OC Snippet—Ivan

Warnings: bruises, death, murder, guilt, desensitization

Ivan woke up with an angry grunt, feeling as though he’d been thrown through the air as his bed shook with the bass of the music from downstairs. The boy groaned into his pillow, dragging himself up to sit and check the old watch on his wrist. 5:43, great.

He briefly considered going downstairs, asking Todd to turn his music down. As if it worked last time, he thought.

Instead, he paced to the bathroom with a grumble. He winced as he brushed his teeth, noticing the dark bruise forming under his eye.

He remembered the face of the man who’d hit him, light eyes and a scar across his nose. Ivan had taken the punch and fallen, knowing the brief skin-to-skin contact would be enough.

He’d watched as the poison set in, as his assailant went to hit him again and collapsed. Ivan had pushed himself up and watched, totally silent, as the stranger suffocated. He was told he’d done well.

He pushed his hair out of his face, eyes continually drifting back to the bruise. He’d see the man’s corpse every time he looked at it, wouldn’t he? Why did that make him feel nauseous?

Ivan found his thoughts clouded by the man until he could distract himself with breakfast, scrolling through social media as he ate his cereal at the counter. There were a few news stories about recent Mutant incidents—he scrolled past all of them, only stopping to watch the stupid joke videos his friends had sent.

He finally finished his food after a while, sighing in frustration. It tasted wrong, like the dead body from last night was still following him and poisoning his senses.

Ivan tugged his jacket on, careful to cover the back of his neck and then pulling his gloves on. He’d mastered his many layers at this point, not needing much thought to cover everything.

Maybe a walk would take his mind off it.

#whump #whumpee #writing #whump writing #emotional whump #death #death tw #murder tw #mutant #mutant character #marvel #x-men OC #Ivan #trying something a little different #bruises

[scorpiolight-madd]

Hang on I got Mayday on the brain I’m gonna ramble about her for a bit

She and her twin sister (who I still haven’t named) were created as living bio weapons for a supervillain organization. Their creator constantly pit the girls against each other to see who was the better fighter; the winner would get to go back in her tube and rest, and the other would be ‘upgraded’.

It was always Mayday. She lost every time, never able to bring herself to hurt her sister. Her creator saw this as a weakness, and when she had her strapped down to the operating table she would constantly remind her: “You’re not sisters, you’re soldiers. Your unnecessary emotions are holding you back.”

(Also at this point she probably would be called by a different name. Either a serial number or a codename or something like that)

those 'upgrades' are what resulted in her electricity powers, although she wouldn't really find out until a while after the organization got taken down and she and her sister were put in foster care. While her sister adjusted well, May struggled to adapt, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. She’d act out just to see how she’d be punished for her behavior, but only became more agitated when the discipline was calm and gentle. Her aggression caused strange things to happen around her, from lights flickering to full on power outages or even lightbulbs exploding.

Eventually she couldn’t take it anymore, and ran away. She felt bad leaving her sister, but she reassured herself that she was doing well in foster care, and May would only hold her back.

That’s when James Valentine found her.

She had been living on the street for a couple of days at that point, and she was trying to get out of the rain (esp bc it made her powers act up more and actively hurt her) when he approached her with an umbrella. He offered to take her home, but she refused, telling him that she ran away. He relented, but eventually got her to agree to let him get her out of the rain.

Little did she know that he was a supervillain in the making, and he had just gotten the perfect starting gift dropped in his lap: an already fully trained solder. He didn’t even have to do any work, just a few subtle manipulations and she would be completely loyal to a new boss.

#type: ramble #paracosm: mutants & masterminds #mm ch: mayday #mm ch: james valentine #genre: whump #lady whump #lady whumpee #child whumpee #yea shes basically a mix of nebula and gamora from marvel may and june from ducktales 2017 and shadow the hedgehog #currently daydreaming ; queue

[whumpster-dumpster]

Hi Red! I hope you’re doing okay! I wanted to ask you what are the kinds of Whumpees, like “Stoic Whumpee”, for example. Can you make a short list?

There are many kinds of whumpees because every one's personality is different, but some of the community's general favorites are:

Stoic Whumpee, who may be more reserved and internalize or suppress their emotions

Defiant Whumpee, who holds onto their anger, spite and snark to stay strong

Soft/Cinnamon Roll Whumpee, sweet, kindhearted, possibly naïve, a contrast to the cruelty they endure

Comic Relief Whumpee, the one who uses lightheartedness and humor to hide the pain

Pet Whumpee, treated like they're meant to owned, made to act like they're beneath others

Nonhuman Whumpee, who could be anything from a mercreature to an angel to an alien to a mutant to a robot, etc.

Magic/Superpowered Whumpee, who may be exploited and exhausted for their special abilities

Tiny Whumpee, who, true to the name, is smol and typically has a tol counterpart caretaker or whumper

Broken Whumpee, who has given in, given up, who feels hopeless, unsure if they have the strength to survive

Caretaker-Turned-Whumpee: the usual helper and healer ends up needing someone else's aid

Whumper-Turned-Whumpee: the usual bringer of pain ends up getting a taste of their own bitter medicine

#whump #character types #whumpee types #stoic whumpee #defiant whumpee #soft whump #pet whump #magic #powers #non human whumpee #tol and smol #caretaker turned whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #answered ask #anonymous

[syncopein3d]

Women in Whumpable Work

So, relevant to the topic of this whump post, I imagine there might be a few readers whose experience of women in security professions comes entirely from media. If that's the case, you might suppose that this is an entirely male occupation. There are a few reasons for this representation here in 2024, and I am going to tell you what I think they are. I'm not an academic, my degrees are from 2004 and in Biology and Chemistry and I work in an art/tech profession; this is just an opinion from a blogger in a small fic genre.

So with that disclaimer, I think an important, and probably the main reason, is that security guards in media are usually there to demonstrate the seriousness of a threat by getting hurt. Sometimes we don't even see them alive, just as bloody shreds or as decorations for a monster lair. In the case of my whump writing, they're there to get knocked out and dragged behind a pillar by a thief dressed like a ninja.

Sometimes that's a patronizing and antiquated "women can't be guards" thing, but I don't think it's just that. For one thing, my own dear sibling was working as a night guard when she was in college 20 years ago. Women in security are perhaps more likely to be sturdy butches than femmes, and movies mostly hate butches if they recognize that they exist, but even boomers should by this point have encountered women as cops, construction, security, and other hazardous professions.

I think part of it is that the way to increasing gender parity, there seems to be a stage where women can't be shown to be hurt or fail because they've always been shown ONLY failing. ONLY as victims. Women therefore have to be badass girlbosses who can barely be stalled by an obstacle before their glorious victory (and queer people have to be virtuous martyrs to compensate for old portrayals as gross perverts, but that's another topic). Maybe eventually we can get to an Amanda Waller or an entire female cast of Dungeon Meshi, but those aren't the majority examples in American pop culture right now. That's still at the Marvels in a lot of cases, where rep has to be good and powerful to be valid and female villains tend to also be of a very specific type who has snapped from trauma (also a topic for another day).

So, obviously that concept doesn't go well with the entire genre of whump, where we demonstrate that we like characters by hurting them, either as an end in itself or so that they can be cared for. I get that. I'm very uncomfortable seeing female whumpees in certain subgenres, especially the ones that hew closest to real life. But the thing is, I'm also a woman, kind of. At least, that's where I started from, and I'll probably never be out as fluid or agender to anyone irl but one sibling. And I want to see rep of all kinds for all genders, not just the women as badass winners or the men as victims and everyone else as simply absent. That means that sometimes I'm also going to write women as soldiers getting shot and peasants getting attacked by vampires and security guards getting tranked. I'm going to write enbies as villains, as chronically ill, as afab or amab. I don't see this as a problem. I see it as wanting to write more characters.

Obviously I'm not telling anyone to not write men if they like men and this is their fetish. I'm aroace irl, and I feel only a mild preference toward any given gender visually, so I don't exactly have a genetically engineered laboratory mutant in that fight. I'm just saying, consider why you pick your whumpees and how while you decide what's fun for you.

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump discussion #syncopein3d future reference

[staydandy]

Black Knight (2023) - 택배기사 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : One legendary Knight called 5-8, meets a young Refugee named Sa Wol who dreams of becoming a Knight. 5-8 trains and mentors Sa Wol, helping him achieve his dream in a dangerous and harsh world. In 2071, toxic air pollution had devastated the world, leaving only 1% of the population alive. People rarely leave their homes and depend on respirator masks to breathe. A strict social stratification has been established in the deserted lands of the Korean Peninsula. Citizens, who have access to housing & amenities; delivery drivers known as Knights, who protect & deliver packages of the precious source of Oxygen; and Refugees who are left on the outskirts to struggle & fight to survive. (MDL) AKA : Courier | Delivery Knight | Delivery Driver

Whumpee : Yoon Sa Wol played by Kang Yoo Seok (left) • 5-8 played by Kim Woo Bin (right)

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • Adapted from the webcomic "Taekbaegisa” by Lee Yoon Kyun • It really gives off Mad Max Fury Road vibes (in a good way) • There's a fair number of personal thoughts in the list below, but I think it just goes to show how much I liked the drama • I actually went though the trouble (& possibly causing my old af laptop to crash) of making a gif for a part 😆

Episodes on List : 6 Total Episodes : 6

*Spoilers below*

01 : (@ 1:22, ok, but it'd woulda been cool if this was a live qr code) … Yoon Sa Wol removes his mask & fights a gang alone (wins) … sparring … made to stand on his head as punishment, kicked over, something thrown at him, nosebleed … pushed out a moving truck (comedic) … shot in the head

02 : … continued from previous ep. ... Found, transported … bandaged, wakes, head pain (how TF is he even still alive?!), panicked, held down, knocked out with a shot of drugs (@ 7:12, I'm sorry, the bullet was stopped by his skull??!! how hard headed is he?! - is this kid Wolverine or an android?) … (@ 8:53 you'd think with O2 being scarce they wouldn't use an O2 eater like fire so much) … goes out looking for a fight, beat up with pipes & bats.. hits in the back of the head, collapses, passes out … comatose … pushed off a roof (accidentally - comedic) (@ 36:32 he's a Mutant! X-man! Wolverine for the win!)

03 : [flashback] 5-8 is knocked over by explosions.. in a fight.. shot … (@ 16:54 #O.O# oh my! lol *gif 👀) … [present] 5-8 & Sa Wol spar (Sa Wol gets his ass handed to him) (@ 17:39 he just likes slapping that doesn't he 😆) … Sa Wol is hit with baseballs from a pitching machine … [switching back & forth quickly between various training & competition scenes:] sparring in a boxing ring, in a O2 deprivation room fighting, & dodging baseballs.. [in O2 dep. rm:] heavily bruised, unsteady, O2 at 5%, head pain, ear ringing, traumatic flashbacks, chokehold … car crash

04 : Kickboxing match; bleeding, cut on his forehead

05 : Bruised, head pain, traumatic flashbacks, nosebleed

06 : Hit with the butt of a gun & knocked out … tries to fight, pinned down, knocked out with a shot of drugs … blood drawn … rescued, carried

More Whump Lists for this show: love-me-a-lotta-whump

#whump #whump list #full whump list #Asian whump #South Korea #Black Knight #택배기사 #Courier #Delivery Knight #Delivery Driver #Yoon Sa Wol #5-8 #5 8 #Kang Yoo Seok #Kim Woo Bin #Drama #fight #nosebleed #bleeding #shot #head pain #headache #migraine #trauma #amnesia #drugged #beat up #hit with bats #hit with pipes #collapses

[whumpees]

The witcher whump list

Synopsis: Geralt of Rivia is a witcher, a mutant with special powers who kills monsters for money. The land is in a state of turmoil, due to the empire of Nilfgaard seeking to enlarge its territory. Among the refugees of this struggle is Cirilla, the Princess of Cintra, one of Nilfgaard's victims. She and Geralt share a destiny. Meanwhile, another figure looms large in Geralt's adventures: Yennefer, a sorceress.

Whumpee: Geralt played by Henry Cavill

Seasons: 3 (2019-) (24 eps)

Available on Netflix

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S01

Ep1: stabbed in the gut and grunts a little in pain

Ep2: knocked out, woke up tied up, beaten while tied

Ep3: fighting a monster, bitten in the neck, grunts, bleeds from his mouth.. slowly collapses and passes out, passed out in bed, utters a name in his sleep, wakes up startled, torso & chest bandaged, holds his side in pain

Ep5: a spell casted on him to sleep (unwillingly) because he had insomnia, sleepy, slowly closing his eyes, woke up in a preson cell chained, beaten while chained

Ep8: bitten in the leg by monsters, limping, collapses on his knees from the bite, passes out, in a carriage pulled by a horse, being talked to by the man who saved him but is delirious and in and out of consciousness, wakes up, the man grabs his wounded leg and he screams in pain, pours a potion in his wound and grunts in pain, while he's talking to the man he slows down his speech and becomes unresponsive and delirious again and the man shouts "stay awake you bastard", wakes up laying on the ground, given medicine, wakes up again, limping

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S02

Ep2: arms tied by a monster, repeatedly stabbed in the shoulder by it, ciri hugs him and he grunts in pain

Ep8: punched in the face & bleeds a little

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S03

Ep6: in a fight, stabbed in the stomach, hit in the leg and kneels, hit in the back..falls on the ground, in the water bleeding, rescued from shore

Ep7: passed out on the ground with bruised face, broken back and wounded leg, wheezing and whimpering in pain "he's not wounded, he's dying", barely able to utter few words, wheezing and groaning while talking to jaskier (i fucking love his wheezing he looks so weak and in pain)

Ep8: still wheezing and groaning, refuses to eat, asks jaskier to help him up but quickly tells him to stop cuz he's in so much pain, healer tries to heal his leg with a medicine and he screams in pain, gets up and tries to walk before he heals, limping and using a crutch to walk, a woman tries to get him to stop moving until he has healed so she kicks his crutch to show him that he's crippled and can't do anything and he screams in pain but she holds him to not fall "you'd be dead now", tries to train but he's in pain and barely able to move so she hits him again "you'd be dead now, go back to bed, witcher", limping.. trips and falls and screams in pain, yen heals him and he's in sooo much pain

#the witcher whump list #the witcher whump #Netflix whump lists #Henry Cavill whump #English whumpy shows #Netflix whump

[sleepy-dog-boy]

My Whump OCs Masterpost

Name: Killian, “Tiger”

Pronouns: he/it

Species: half-demon

Other notes: pet/guard dog whumpee, defiant and snarky, loves a good fight

Name: Nicholas, goes by Nico

Pronouns: he/him

Species: mutant human

Other notes: superhero, leader of a group of heroes, the king of putting on a brave face and refusing to flinch, always ready to mouth-off and draw fire away from his subordinates.

Name: Auriga

Pronouns: he/they

Species: avian (winged human)

Other notes: Orion’s partner, former living weapon, eager to please and desperate for any kind of purpose

Name: Orion

Pronouns: they/she

Species: tiefling

Other notes: Auriga’s partner, master strategist, stoic and refuses to show emotions

Name: Ridley

Pronouns: he/they

Species: werewolf

Other notes: mind-controlled lab rat, first picture is while he’s still being experimented on, second picture is after breaking out

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[picrews used: Tiger Auriga and Orion, Nico, Ridley]

#whump #whump oc #whumpblr #whump ocs #tiger (oc) #orion (oc) #auriga (oc) #nico (oc) #ridley (oc)

[stabbynunchuckss]

Lab worker anon here, you asked for more so I'll try to provide

All the mice are numbered, we call them by their number. If one of them is bity and difficult we DO remember.

Sometimes I kinda do forget that they are living creatures. One time I accidentally yeeted a mouse to an arena from like a meter height😬

In general there's quite a lot of "Oops😬... Oh well, hopefully he'll be fine"

The attitude from "oh look how cute they are sleeping" to "come here you litte asshole" can change in a moment

When they are no longer needed/can't be used they are euthanized. If whumpee wants to survive they better be useful.

Samples are always needed for biochemical analysis, whumpee better hope it's not the brain. (That's what we take so rip all our mice)

If a sedative is taking too long to work, your whumper will not have the patience to wait.

In general sterile work environment is only for someone you care about surviving.

Is your whumpee unique? My friend's mice are mutant so each and every one is special and important as she has to breed them, mine are wild type so completely replaceable. She is extra careful about sterilization and proper protocoll, I ate in the clean spf room while I was giving my mice electric shocks (don't tell my lab manager he would have a heart attack).

Feel free to reach out to me for more tips and advice at @stealandblood if you want😁

OH MY GODDDDD

#I'm screaming #holy shit #i love this i love you for this oh my god #whump #stabby answers asks #lab whump #animal experimentation

[littleperilstories]

Whumptober 2022: #12 :: What Could Go Wrong?

Whumptober Masterpost “Mayday, mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail

Whumpee: Fen Bailey-Song

Whumper: Kain Brockhurst

@whumptober-archive / @whumptober

CW: kidnapping/abduction, restraints (handcuffs), gag (ballgag), mention of death, needles/injection

Fen & Freddie

Roughly follows from Day 6 (Bridget's POV) and Day 7 (Fen's POV) and precedes Day 30 (Freddie's POV) and Day 10 (Fen's POV); a few days into Fen's captivity

Hesitantly, Starr unlocked their phone and handed it to Freddie. Their eyes skimmed the picture messages before the phone made it into his hands, and what they saw made them shudder.

Freddie couldn’t sit around any longer.

Days had passed. He’d sent his parents a few text messages—even called his mom once. They had no idea he wasn’t at the house he lived at in the city with Fen and a few other students during the semester. They didn’t know he’d almost died. They didn’t know he’d nearly been murdered by a mutant-genetically-enhanced-superpowered-whatever-you-wanted-to-call-it psychopath.

They knew that Fen was missing, though.

Because Bridget and Fen’s mom and dad were receiving pictures and videos from Kain Brockhurst, too. And they’d been minutes away from calling the police—but Bridget had gotten there in time.

Freddie was going to lose his mind.

He didn’t understand why Bridget wouldn’t go to the authorities, why she’d stopped her own mother and father from involving the people who might actually get Fen out of the hellhole Brockhurst had put her in.

A few dings sounded throughout the hideout. Most of Bridget’s team—apparently, the way Starr had explained it, they were the ones who had been on the anti-Brockhurst side when the company split—were leaving their phones on silent these days. It didn’t stop their screens from flashing awake, brightly coloured notifications bearing yet another slew of sickening media files none of them wanted to see.

Starr was working on a computer a few seats away, their eyes trained on the screen, when their phone blinked to life. They paled as the light caught their attention.

Click-tap-click-tap-tap-tap went their keyboard. Freddie felt frozen as he watched Starr desperately try to ignore the waiting message.

Jeffersen, though, could never resist, even though he’d been brought to tears more than once. Freddie moved his gaze to Jeff. Watched him close his eyes in horror after he looked.

“Is it pictures or video?” Freddie swallowed the taste of vomit as it hit the back of his tongue.

Jeff put his phone back down. “Pictures.”

“I want to see.”

Starr glanced up from their computer. “Don’t do that to yourself, kiddo.”

If it had been anyone else calling him “kiddo,” Freddie might have completely lost it. But Starr never said it patronizingly. In their voice, it sounded genuinely affectionate. Today, that voice was also brimming with sympathy—and with warning.

“I want to see it.”

Somewhere down the hall, a scream of rage.

Bridget.

Hesitantly, Starr unlocked their phone and handed it to Freddie. Their eyes skimmed the picture messages before the phone made it into his hands, and what they saw made them shudder.

Freddie swallowed.

The photos Brockhurst had sent were toned down today compared to the ones he’d been sending. The day before, the message had been a single video: Fen, arm stretched high above her head, feet dangling off the floor, crying out in pain around a ballgag. Out of frame, someone was adjusting the chain connected to her handcuffs, lowering her body and pulling her up at will as the metal cuffs dug into her wrists. The day before that, it had been a series of short videos detailing the process as he and his cronies strapped her to a table and then injected her with something that made her scream.

Everyone had heard Bridget throwing up after the video arrived. She hadn’t come out of the bathroom for almost an hour.

Today, though, was just a series of images. Fen, sitting at a table, cuffs still locked onto bruised wrists, her head in her hands. Curled on the floor with her knees against her chest. Wiping tear-filled eyes. Glaring at the camera lens with hatred on her face.

What are we still doing here?

Whatever the formula was, it couldn’t be worth all this.

Bridget wouldn’t tell him what it was, what it did. She just insisted that Brockhurst couldn’t get his hands on it again and that there had to be another way.

Unable to speak, Freddie handed Starr their phone back. They took it without comment, glanced at the pictures again, and stood up, disappearing into the hall. Jeffersen followed.

“We have to do something, B.” Starr didn’t try to keep their voice down.

“You think I don’t know that? You think I’m not fucking dying right now?”

“We know where he is. We should go get her.”

“That’s what he wants. What he’s expecting. We need a better plan.”

It took Freddie a few seconds to realize what Starr had said. We know where he is.

His muscles carried him before he quite knew what he was doing. Starr had left their computer screen on and unlocked. For a moment, Freddie wasn’t sure what he was looking at, then it struck him that it was an open doc filled with long scientific words he did not understand—but it wasn’t the only tab open.

Hands shaking, he navigated between the tabs.

On the third one he tried, the address jumped out at him. Pictures. Details of where each security camera was.

I am not supposed to know any of this.

Even Starr, who was the kindest and most patient with him, had refused to tell him more than necessary about Brockhurst, his history, and the lab they had all worked at. “You don’t want to be a part of this,” they kept saying. Bridget could barely look at Freddie, but when she did speak to him, she said much the same. So did Jeff. 

So if any of them knew that he was creeping into the data Starr had collected for the team…

With a quick glance at the door, praying no one was about to walk in and catch him snooping, Freddie snapped a picture of the screen with his phone and returned to the original doc.

If Bridget wanted to wait for the perfect moment and the perfect plan, fine.

Freddie would just have to go get Fen on his own.

Closing his eyes, he imagined telling her his plan, imagined what she’d say if she knew what he was going to do. “‘What could go wrong?’” He could almost hear her echo of his overconfident rhetorical question, dripping with sarcasm. “Only everything, Freddie.” She would wink and toss her hair. Maybe playfully punch his arm. “This just might be the dumbest idea you’ve ever had, actually.”

But he couldn’t sit around in the hideout anymore. Not while she was suffering.

He’d been willing to die there on the pavement in the alley if it meant that she might somehow live. Well, she’d lived, and so had he.

Two weeks ago, if someone had asked if there was anyone he was willing to lay down his life for, he wouldn’t have been sure. But he knew now.

I’m coming for you, Fen. I’m going to get you out of there.

And if he didn’t—then he would die trying.

#whumptober2022 #no.12 #what could go wrong? #oc #originalcontent #original content #fic #lady whump #female whump #female whumpee #oc Fen Bailey-Song #oc Freddie Howell #whump #whump writing #original story #whump story #original writing #day 12 #whumptober

[whumpty-dumpty]

Hello there, lovely, awesome person 😃. Do you have any examples of a whumpee being taken care of by their sibling? Cheers, big ears. (Just to clarify, I don't mean you actually have big ears by the way. It's just a saying where I'm from 😂. And anyway, look at elephants. They have big ears and they're simply adorable.) Enjoy the rest of your day! Peace out.

Hey nonny.

What an interesting ask, I love siblings taking care of each other. But it took me some time to come up with episodes/ movies in question. Sorry, that it took so long.

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Anyway, these are the episodes/ movies that you are looking for:

Brothers 2009

Brothers & Sisters 2x07

Boondock Saints 1999

Boondock Saints 2 2009

Moon Knights 1x05 (well, kind of)

The Last Kingdom 2x03

Prison Break 4x08, 4x09, 4x10, 4x12, 4x13, 5x06, 5x07

Warrior 2011

Jacob's Ladder 2019

Blood Creek 2008

Wreckers 2011

Casualty 29x05

The Haunting of Hill House 1x10

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Falling Skies 5x07

Brothers Grimm 2005

A Million Little Pieces 2018

Dark Hearts 2014

Supernatural (4x19, 7x01, 7x02 there's a lot more but I don't remember the episode numbers)

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And here are shows that have that trope but I don't remember the episode numbers - maybe my followers can help out with that?

Sherlock (Mycroft looks Out for Sherlock - in His own way)

Ray Donovan

Killjoys

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And here are some more shows that have general sibling dynamics but I either don't remember episode numbers or if there even are the scenes in question. Again maybe my followers remember this better than me.🙈😁

Game Of Thrones

Locke & Key

Home and Away

Animal Kingdom

Vikings

Chicago PD/ Chicago Med

The Good Doctor

The Umbrella Academy

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals

From Dusk Till Dawn 2014-2016

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Also, please take a look at my tags #brothers and #worry

#ask answered #siblings taking care of each other #brothers #worry #i should make a nice tag for nice messages like this #also the ear comment made me laugh #😄 #long post

[boxboysandotherwhump]

I was hit by the lightning bolt of inspiration for my `Some flowers have teeth’ - universe and turned Sam into a mutant with the ability to heal.  (more to his powers under the cut)

His powers are based on the abilities of mushrooms to connect with a variety of different plants and trade nutrients, water and co2 between them, effectively building a network where plants support each other.

Sam can open his arm and connect his nerves with the nerves of others, exchanging organic matter (nutrients, cells, electric signals etc)  and even speed up the body's natural  ability to regenerate and heal. 

The process doesn’t hurt Sam but it is very exhausting for him and the person he heals. He passed out many a time healing Dee’s more severe injuries with this ability and could even die if he would overdue it. 

I do have some big structural changes for the overall timeline and my main character Sahar planned as well ;3 Lets just say he, Sam and Dee are gonna be my three main characters and ‘boxboys’ (my some flowers version of boxboys at least) on the run.

#some flowers have teeth #whump #whump art #post apocalypse whump #post apocalypse #non human whumpee #mutant whumpee #mutants #sam and dee #guard dog dee #sam the medic #sam art #dee art #concept art #body horror

[neon-lights-stardust-nights]

Prompt: An exhausted Whumpee driving home from work. They flinch and swerve as they feel a knife at their throat. “Take a deeeeep breath. Just keep driving and do what I say, and you’ll be fine.”

F/O: 📻

[meme]

Domestic, civilian life was killing faer. Still, leaving meant fae needed a change. Bone had to lay low. If fae didn’t…

Perhaps the exhausting nature of 9 to 5 tedium had gotten to faer too much. Nothing seemed wrong as Bone opened the car door (not even the fact it was already unlocked.) Even as fae started the car—the radio stayed off. There was still a combat knife stuck into it. Sparks shot out whenever the car would first start. That was a fire hazard. Bone dared it every day to follow up on the threat a hazard entailed.

Technically, Bone lived a long drive away. You had to get on the highways from faers job, then drive for at least an hour on a half. This was all assuming, however, that nothing else was on the road. On a bad day, Bone considered the 3 hour drive to be a weird blessing.

It wasn’t organizing archives, sticking labels on files.

The highway was relatively empty today. Even of mutants. Bone was several magnitudes of fucking excited to go home, if not just to be somewhere that couldn’t be considered outside. Mayhaps that shift of focus was why fae still didn’t notice, until the knife was coming around from the seat.

Fae took one hand off the wheel to try and grab their wrist, but it appeared they had two hands as well. It was while they pried Bone’s hand away (shoving it back onto the wheel,) that Bone realized who’s hand that was. They didn’t need to speak. They did either way.

“Take a deep breath, kiddo! Just keep driving, do what I say, and you’ll be fine.”

“Will drive off road,” Bone threatened.

“We both know how that’ll go.” 📻 laughed quietly… “Neither of us are exactly easy to kill. I’ll give ya this though, you technically have a better chance!”

The knife clinked against the rebreather as fae tried to look down at it. “Repeat. Will drive off road.”

📻 shrugged from the backseat. “Do it, pansy.”

Bone let go of the wheel. 📻 didn’t flinch at first. The wheel was slowly spinning though, turning until the wheels were threatening to drive them right off and into the snow. You could hear the eye roll in his voice: “That’s not exactly driving off the road.”

“Cut throat then.”

“You’re bad at this, ya know that?” 📻 reached around with his other hand, grabbing the wheel and steadying them as well as he physically could. “Always gotta be difficult.”

Bone was smiling there under the mask. “Yeah.”

“We’re going back to the base, and you’re going to go right back to your old room.”

“I’ll kill you,” but faers voice was wistful.

“You didn’t the first time.”

Fae hummed. Though fae leaned over, and that should’ve meant 📻 slit faers throat right open, he didn’t. 📻 watched faer lean past the driver seat to look at him. “You’re awful,” but fae said it so affectionately.

“Can you fucking drive? I don’t wanna waste a cigar on this, caphiche?”

Bone just laughed, putting one of faers own hands on the wheel. “Fine. Bastard.”

“Pansy.”

Fae hummed. “Whore.”

The knife pressed a little harder, threatening to break skin. “You’re the one who gets more dick than the nightwalkers.”

Bone just chuckled. “Fine… Fairy.”

📻 just rolled his eyes.

#📻 #asks #anon #WAAAAA THANK #I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

[xstarvibezx]

Prompt; they've been hiding an injury that finally caught up with them. the dreaded adrenaline crash sapping all their strength.

Character(s); the brothers

Leo was leaning against Raph's chest, the snapping turtle was holding him gently. "Are you okay Leo?" He asked worriedly, Leo just grinned weakly. His breathing was raspy and shaky, he looked exhausted and in pain but he ignored it. "I - I'll be fine. . .R - Raph." He rasped,

The slider felt even more exhausted, his strength to keep himself awake and standing was sapping away from his body slowly. "I - I went through much. . .worse, r - remember?" He coughed a bit, wobbling a bit. Raph stiffened.

The older turtle shook his head, "You will need to rest." He said gently but only a earn a tired grunt from the smaller male, "N - No, no, no!" Leo hissed weakly, he started shaking a bit, he was also shaking his head. "I - I can still fight. . .' Hs objected, his strength sapping away a bit quicker.

Leo stumbled a bit, Raph quickly stabilized him for a moment. "You can't fight Leo. You're still recovering from when we rescued you from them." Raph reminded the slider, Leo didn't respond as he collapsed against Raph's chest.

"A - Alright. . .m - maybe a nap will do me some good. . ." He whispered, before falling unconscious. "Leo?" Raph mumbled, holding the unconscious slider close. "Leo?" His voice grew more worried. "Oh god, Leo, wake up. Don't pass out now!" Raph started panicking slightly, as he laid Leo down.

Raph suddenly noticed blood gushing out of a wound that was on Leo's left side, "Why would you lie to me?!" He muttered, grabbing out some bandages, he realized he needed to get more medical supplies after so. He quickly wrapped the bandages around Leo's wound.

"Is he okay?" Mikey asked, coming over. "You think hiding his wound would be okay?" Donnie grunted sarcastically as he approached them. "He will be fine. He always pulls through. He always does." Raph answered, he sounded worried.

Donnie glanced at Leo, "Let's hope he does this time." He mumbled, refusing to show his worry or his concern. But nobody said a word, they were dearly worried for Leonardo. . .

The dreaded adrenaline crash had sapped all of his strength, if only he had rested sooner. What will happen now?. . .

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[noirineverysense]

Chapter 17

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9 years earlier

A voice recorder clicks on.

“Subject 3-M, Arthur Reyes, a soldier who passed the physical and mental stamina tests and has few relatives and friends.”

The scientist behind the one-way mirror turns the recording off to greet the arrival.

A man with black hair and sharp blue eyes walks toward the scientist with the recorder. He is escorted by two soldiers in uniform. His skinny frame hidden by an oversized lab coat.

“Dr Tom Miller, it’s an honour to have you here.”

The man hums absent-mindedly before turning to the glass beside him.

“That’s a fine specimen you’ve picked there.” he comments.

“Thank you, sir. He’s just arrived so he is still fairly resistant to the treatment.”

“I see.” the man rubs his shaven chin. “See to it that his defiance is put to rest.”

“We will, sir.” The scientist switches on an ear piece

“Dr Myers, are you and the nurses in position to inject the first course of substance MX”

The doctor inside the room shakes his head,

“I’m ready but the subject’s behaviour makes it difficult to administer the drug.

The subject in question thrashed against the belts around him, fixing him to the bed.

“Let me go! Who are you? What are you doing?”

The nurses around him try to restrain his movement. His limbs are immobilized so his head continues to struggle. His cheek brushes against the arm of one of the nurses and so he bites the skin as hard as he could.

The nurse, a middle-aged, dark-haired woman lets out a piercing shriek and pulls herself away. She holds her forearm with her other hand and looks scandalized.

“H-he bit me! The freak, I could get rabies!”

No-one mentions the fact that they haven’t actually started the treatment yet. The scientist on the other side of the mirror sighs and pushes his rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Dr Tom on the other hand simply looks amused. “Well, you clearly have your hands full, I’ll leave you to it. Please email me with any results you obtain.”

“Yes sir.”

Tom signals the soldiers who quietly stood behind the two scientists and they walk away.

The scientist left behind turns back to the scene where Dr Myers had started yelling.

“Sedate him! SEDATE HIM!”

The subject continued to thrash, fear evident in his eyes until he was put to sleep. The syringe is emptied into his arm.

When Arthur wakes up, there is a searing pain in his upper right arm. He tries to reach for the site of pain but is rejected by several of fabric belts across his body, holding him down.

The scientist with the recorder is in the room, waiting for him to awake.

“Why don’t we try something else.”

Arthur’s eyes narrow, “Why don’t you let me go?”

The scientist pulls a trolley from nearby with one hand. It has a machine on top with unlit lights and a large hazard sign.

‘Warning! This machine produces high voltages. Please wear appropriate PPE when operating and keep a safe distance when turned on.’

Arthur swallows at the sign and shifts nervously.

“What are you going to do with that?” his voice rises slightly in panic.

The man doesn’t respond as he takes large gloves from the lower part of the trolley and pulls them on. He flexes his hands underneath the thick material and takes a lead from the machine.

Arthur flinches at the cold metal as the scientist pulls the collar of his shirt and the electrode is placed underneath. The man tapes it in place and steps back.

“W-what do you want?” Arthur voice shakes.

“Listen here, you are going to stop resisting our treatment or you’re going to suffer for it.”

The restrained soldier takes a deep breath, “What is it?”

The scientist barks out a laugh, “I don’t think you want to know.”

“Tell me.”

The man in the lab coat ignores him, pushing his glasses up with a gloved finger.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I just need you to agree to stop resisting the treatment.”

“Why would I agree to that?” Arthur snarls.

The scientist sighs before switching the machine on. One light on the side glows red, then he turns a dial and another light glows green. He flicks a trigger.

The pain flashes white as he writhed and twitched. A scream tears out of his throat.

The trigger is switched off and Arthur takes deep gasping breaths.

“Will you continue to resist?” the scientist says as he turns the dial up a few notches.

Arthur growls, “Yes- “

He’s interrupted by a stronger electric bolt surging from the top of his chest. It reaches his head immediately and he screams louder than before as his body seizes. Then the electricity suddenly stops.

“Will you continue to resist?” the man repeats his words and his actions as the dial is turned again.

Arthur swallows thickly, mucus building in his throat.

“I-I don’t want to- “

Electricity erupts from the metal again. He lets out an ear-piercing scream as he convulses. The machine stays on for a longer period of time before it is switched off.

“Will you continue to resist?”

The subject shakes his head urgently before passing out.

“Excellent.”

8 years earlier

Arthur wakes up, in the middle of the night or day he doesn’t know. The lab’s bright white lights stay on regardless. He vaguely wonders if they’ve been changed at all in the past year.

Then he looks down to find a clawed paw where his hand should be. His vision is blurry and distorted as his breath speed up and his heart hammers.

What is that? That’s not me! This is a dream. That’s it! It’s a dream. I just need to close my eyes and I’ll wake up.

He hears nurses’ titter and chatter in the background.

“I can’t wait for Dr Phil and Dr Myers to see this.”

“The monster finally shows his true colours!”

It’s okay. This is just a dream.

I’m human. I’m not a monster. I’m not, I’m not.

7 years earlier

The subject stills as something is injected into him. It burns through his arm but he squeezes his eyes shut and doesn’t resist.

“The mutant’s getting better at this.” Dr Myers mutters.

Dr Phil pushes his glasses up his nose, the subject notices the extra lines around his eyes that weren’t there when he was human.

“It’s about time.” Dr Phil sighs.

He looks at the creature below him.

“Hey, I’ve got something for you.”

The scientist pulls something up and places it in front of the subject’s face.

The man laughs as the monster sobs at his own reflection.

6 years earlier

“Well, we’ve reached the end of your treatment, congratulations.” Dr Myers smiles down at the mutant with long, matted brown hair.

The mutant doesn’t respond.

“We’re letting you go. But before that we’ll make you forget you were ever here.” Dr Phil wields the final syringe, a green liquid inside rather than the usual clear fluid, and injects it into the monster underneath him who doesn’t resist.

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[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

with the world turning circles running 'round my brain

Shredder may not be here right now, but that doesn't mean Leo won't push his limits.

Title taken from the song King of Pain by The Police, and this version by Valerie Broussard.

Prompt 3: Vendetta

(tw for possible hallucinations, mental health issues, past emotional manipulation, brief references to underage noncon, violent thoughts, self-blame, emotional abuse, self-harming through overexercise, self-harming whumpee, bad habits, grief, unreliable narrator)

Read the full story collection on AO3.

The training sequence here is definitely inspired by this Jinx training scene, because of course I've been comparing her and Foot!Leo since Arcane came out.

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His foot slips in a patch of sweat and Leo stumbles with a yelp, very nearly falling. His cheeks flame with embarrassment at the slip, even though there’s no one there to see. He’s kept training long after everyone else has retired, leaving the dojo empty except for shadows and ghosts.

Even Master Shredder had left, taking a long look at Leo as he continued to train before turning away silently. Leo understands that he won’t be needed to serve in his master’s bedroom tonight, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be useful to the clan. These are precious hours, time to hone himself into the blade his clan needs.

Leo straightens back up with a groan, aching muscles throbbing wearily. He shoves the feeling to the back of his mind and shifts back into a ready stance, blades swirling around his head as he gets back to work.

Step, cut, jab…. if he’s not careful, he’ll trick himself into thinking he knows the kata enough to make it easy. And it’s not easy; it will never be. He can always be just a little more precise, a hair faster,  something,  whatever the extra mile will be that wins the coming fight.

“Maybe then you could have saved them, hmm?” the rat snarls in his mind. Leo growls as he lashes out, regretting it almost immediately. He can’t let himself be overwhelmed by rage, not like Ra–

No, no, don’t go there. Leo snaps his head to the side to avoid an imaginary blow and turns the movement into another swing, sword arching through the air. His blades wink in the dojo’s light, sharp enough to slice bone and peel fur from flesh.

“Silly little boy. You can scheme all you want, but it never gets you anywhere.” The rat’s just out of reach, hands on his hips. “At least the others had something to recommend them–speed, strength, brains, even if they were still useless in the end. What do you have that makes you think yourself better?”  

Nothing. Leo never thought he was better than his brothers. How could he when he failed them so spectacularly?

“So, you see, then?” and those yellow teeth are bared in a snarl. “Do you know how foolish this little quest is?”  

Yes, he does. But that doesn’t matter, nothing matters except getting close enough to cut those sick beady eyes out of the rat’s head.

Cold fire sinks into his veins and Leo charges, limbs snapping so fiercely it hurts, swords a shimmering blur through the air around him.

Lunge and cut and lunge, the laughter that haunts his nightmares ringing in his ears, but he couldn’t stop if he wanted to and he doesn’t want to, he  wants  those laughs to turn to screams.

Die, the air sings around his blades. Die, die, you fucker, die and give me blood if you can’t bring my family back.  

His foot comes down so hard it stings, and he launches himself up, twirling through the air. He’s already turning as he lands, blades coming up, flinging himself into the killing blow–

This time when he slips, he can’t catch himself in time. Leo barely manages to keep from impaling himself as he crashes to the mat with a groan. It hurts far more than it should, every sore and overextended muscle flaring with the impact, and for a minute his world burns white.

He lies sprawled on the ground, panting. Tears sting his eyes, and he can’t keep them from flowing down his cheeks, staining the dojo floor.

“Useless,” he whispers into the quiet. “Fucking useless.” The words are harsher in his mouth than anything the rat ever said, and he wills himself not to flinch at them.

He knows that his brothers are disappointed with him, wherever they are. Master Shredder would let out one of his terrible huffs of exasperation if he’d witnessed this display. The thought of the contempt in their eyes makes Leo want to sob, but he chokes down the feeling with a grunt.

“Stop that,” he rasps to himself, words muffled by the way half his face is pressed into the mat. “You haven’t earned it.” Crying is a luxury for those who don’t have a family to avenge or a clan to protect.

Leo struggles upright with a grunt, rubbing his head until the ringing stops. Standing again is torture, but Leo reminds himself to savor the pain, its clarifying bite. This is what you deserve.  

He forces himself into a ready position again and faces the rat with gritted teeth. The first step makes bright lights explode in his head, but his movements are quick and sure.

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