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justwhumpythings · 5 months
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just saw someone make the typo 'sorror' instead of sorrow and i think combination sorrow/horror might be the best way to describe one of my favourite caretaker emotions in whump
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gracelyngrausamkeit · 4 months
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Last but not least, here is the final before-after image in this series.
The first character is Isha, a fairly timid dwarf who was possessed by the god of evil for most of the campaign. By the end of the campaign, Isha had quite a few partywide buff items and skills and was much more confident.
As a latecomer to the campaign, her player would often get lost in the lore, thus she would need "lore navigation" (read: I needed to recap a lot of stuff on several occasions to make sure she caught up).
And speaking of getting lost in the lore, the second image represents Adurian. As one of the most longtime players, Adurian's player was among the best in keeping track of everything that was going on. He drew extremely complex lore charts on multiple occasions, connecting plot points together and trying to solve mysteries. As a result, his character became conspirative and somewhat paranoid.
In the early campaign, Adurian was a stingy lizard person (lizardkin are something like werelizards in my world, thus the visual differences between the final pic and the rest). He eventually rediscovered himself and became much nobler.
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never-enough-whump · 2 years
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Let's hear it for characters who are tough but not strong.
Characters who are so well suited to a rugged lifestyle. They'll walk for days without complaint. They'll thrive on the bare minimum of food and water. Sleeping on the ground? That's quite comfortable, actually! But the one catch is that they couldn't pick up and carry their teammate to safety.
Characters who aren't the big, buff fighty types, but they aren't the sad, pathetic limp-noodle type either.
Characters who can go through hell with a smile on their face but couldn't fight to save their life.
Characters who are all pain tolerance and no muscle mass.
Give them something heavy to carry over a long distance and they just can't do it. It's too heavy, they aren't strong enough. But they'll take a beating for their failure without so much as a whimper.
Characters who are in so much pain, constantly, that it's just become background noise and they're living life as if it wasn't there.
Caretakers who whumpee knows are never going to be a threat to whumper, but who love whumpee so fiercely and are so determined to keep whumpee safe that whumpee feels protected anyway.
Characters who will break down crying over how hopeless everything seems, who will think they can't keep going like this. Then they wipe away the tears and they do keep going. Characters who endure and survive because they have no other choice.
Quiet, steady characters who are weak and fragile physically but have the most mental fortitude you've ever fucking seen.
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tisforpterodactyl · 2 years
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the trend of bill hader characters wearing zip up hoodies while going thru a depressive episode >>>
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bellabestia · 5 months
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Disney Mirrorverse | Official Announce Trailer
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enoughdonegone · 3 months
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Support Character - Part 1
When we were teenagers and I was still living at home, he worked very hard to get me to play Ultima Online. It's an online RPG game, similar in style to World of Warcraft.
Silly me, I thought he wanted me to participate in something he enjoyed. Of course not, he wanted me to play healer.
That can be fun in some scenarios, but of course it wasn't here. I didn't get any input on quests, areas or achievements. It equated to me following him around everywhere, and clicking the heal while he played.
I was in the support role. It was all about him. It was to be the theme of the next 12 years of my life.
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mond-is-a-thief · 4 months
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LAST TWILIGHT (2023-2024)
PAKIN KUNAANUWIT
[Nickname: MARK]
Support Character: NIGHT
Night is a complex character yet so simple, as the person holding so much on his shoulders. His evening of drinking brought about a turn of events that left him riddled with guilt. His brother came to hate him so much he couldn't stand being around him. Though at times he seemed indifferent his face told a whole different story. He never expected his brother's forgiveness because he couldn't forgive himself. As Day knowing what their father said about Night's guilt and Day himself hearing Night stand up for him against their domineering yet loving mother. Day was finally able to let go of the hatred and forgive his brother.
Mark shined as Night's face revealed his every emotion. A gulp and a trapped tear and a THANKS gave Night the relief he hadn't felt in quite awhile. And his face lit up even more as his brother actually had a conversation with him.
@pose4photoml @lutawolf
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sun-dipped-quill · 1 year
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support character
being watched has always scared me
yet that nowadays I always seem to be
by eyes filled with the greatest expectations
they say that I'm the one who saved them
all I ever did was let the speak
help them see that they are not some freak
I don't think I'm this saving grace you think I am
I feel less like a Shepard, and more like a lamb
and sure I try to help others the best I can
but usually I'm shooting blind without a plan
you often say that I am the protagonist
there must be some misconception, I simply am a catalyst
always trying to spark the shrouded feelings of hope within
and using them to fight the empty void crawling beneath their skin
I am a support character, doing what I think is best
I am not this "hero type" as you suggest
I am the support character
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askstrangeweird · 1 year
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Now that I have an OC that fits this meme:
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glitterbangart · 2 years
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I started playing Multiversus yesterday, and i really really like Reindog, so i drew him and i and i love it
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justwhumpythings · 1 year
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The second that whumpee wakes up at last, they’re still in so much pain that they can’t move, can’t speak, can barely open their eyes, only lie there moaning in agony with every breath, their body wracked with tension. Their loved one, who’s been tending them through their long sleep, can’t bear to see them suffering so, and when the shushing and stroking whumpee’s forehead fails to quieten them at all, the loved one begins to beg aloud, to whumpee or to whoever might be listening “Please, go back to sleep. Please, just sleep,” unable to stand to hear their cries any longer.
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overwatchedits · 2 years
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Here’s an edit for all you Lucio mains
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never-enough-whump · 8 months
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Did I Do Good?
Whumptember Day 1: "Did I do good?"
Summary: After a mission goes terribly wrong, Cassandra hopes her past betrayal will be forgiven because she didn't crack under torture.
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Cassandra lags behind the others, wincing with every slow, shuffling step. Ahead of her, Jacob leans heavily against Ezekiel, barely upright with his broken leg. Despite herself, Cassandra feels a brief flash of envy. For Ezekiel’s support or Jacob’s trust? she wonders, but doesn’t have an answer.
Eve steps up beside her and places a hand on Cassandra’s arm. Cassandra sucks in a breath. Pain zings through her body at even that light pressure on the lacerations on her arm. She doesn’t pull away – a big movement like that would hurt even worse. “Need any help?” Eve asks.
“I’m good,” Cassandra lies, and Eve seems to buy it.
The blue light of the door glows up ahead. It’s close but it feels impossibly far away.
“Couldn’t you put that thing somewhere closer?” Ezekiel calls back, apparently sharing her thought. She can tell he’s aiming for his usual light-hearted tone, but his voice wavers with pain.
“Sorry, Jones,” Eve responds. “Had to put it somewhere they wouldn’t find it.”
With every agonizing step towards the door, Cassandra finds it harder and harder not to lean into Eve. She’s exhausted, covered in wounds that pulse with pain and blood loss, and she’s had an unrelenting headache ever since they were captured. But she has to prove herself. She can’t be the weak link ever again. So she forces herself upright and forward. If there’s one thing Cassandra’s good at…
Well…
Besides math…
If there’s one thing Cassandra’s good at, besides math, it’s hiding pain.
They finally step through the door. Jenkins has been waiting and there are three cots and an assortment of medical supplies prepared in the annex. The injured Librarians sink onto the cots, letting out sighs of relief and hisses of pain.
Jacob’s leg is the immediate concern, but while Jenkins is seeing to that, Ezekiel points Eve toward her.
“Cassandra’s hurt bad,” he says.
Eve studies her. The blood hasn’t seeped through the layers of her outfit and no hurt shows in her calm expression. “Is it true?” Eve asks.
Yes, it’s true.
Cassandra considers, trying to calculate how much blood she’s lost. The equation slips from focus a few times before she’s able to complete it, but it comes out to a relatively easily survivable amount. At least, if she did the calculation right. But of course she did. If there’s one thing Cassandra’s good at, besides hiding pain, it’s math. “I’m fine,” she says, but her hesitation has only put a more worried look on Eve’s face.
“Why are you downplaying it?” Ezekiel asks, blunt and almost accusatory, but also clearly confused and hopefully well meaning. Eve seems to have had enough.
“Let me see where you’re hurt,” she commands.
Cassandra picks at the buttons on her sweater. Her layered clothing feels like a nuisance, now. Did she really need a shirt and a sweater and a vest? When strong but gentle hands begin to help her remove the fabric and lay down on the cot, Cassandra starts to ramble. “I didn’t tell them anything.” If Eve is going to help her, she needs to justify it, to convince herself, Eve, her fellow Librarians that she deserves the help. “Not one thing because I’m never going to betray you again. And they asked a lot of stuff but I didn’t tell them any of it.”
“I wasn’t worried about that,” Eve says softly. “I only cared about saving you in time.” Before Cassandra can contemplate that, a wet cloth rubs against her torn skin, too painful for even her not to flinch and whimper. “I’m sorry,” Eve says. She continues to scrub dried blood from Cassandra’s back with a pressure that Cassandra assumes is an attempt to be gentle but that hurts nonetheless. Despite the pain, Cassandra feels a vague sort of relaxation, but her mind’s still fixated on how she’d kept the Library’s secrets and there’s one more thing she needs to know.
“Did I do good?” she mumbles. “Did I earn my place?”
“You’ve always had a place here,” Eve reassures her. Cassandra takes that as a yes to her other question as well, takes it to mean that Eve is proud of her for having done well by the Library.
Cassandra smiles, closes her eyes, and admits to herself that the relaxation she’d feeling was the feeling of safety.
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bereft-of-frogs · 16 days
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There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation
because WHAT are people talking about sometimes
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midnightcrows · 11 months
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“Ninth was my name,” said the new arrival. “Ninth was my hearth, and my homeland. Here have I come at your calling. None may return from the River unless he be bidden by blood-rite; tell me, why have I been drawn here?”
Art print store here!
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astrophysician · 2 months
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in totally unrelated news, i happen to be an artist with my commissions open
if you're an artist, drop your commission info in a reblog! now's no time to panic; we've got to help each other more than ever!
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