hello yes can i get uhh living weapon prompts again <- fav ever genre of whump with a side of caretaking
Also such a favorite for me, aaaaaa!!! Since you ordered a side of caretaking, I added a comforting response for each situation.
Whumpee daydreams about peace and loving relationships from a young age but thinks of these daydreams as pathetic. If Whumper learns that whumpee likes such things, they're punished for it...
...But Caretaker comes along and loves this softer side of whumpee.
Whumpee who is afraid to have pets or children or pupils because they've come to think of themself as inherently dangerous...
...Then a pet or vulnerable person falls into their lap, and whumpee discovers that they can be very kind to others.
Whumpee feels most comfortable expressing themself through aggression and competition, because that's all they know. Maybe they even feel uncomfortable with gentle physical touch...
...And Caretaker is willing to interact with them by playfighting, bantering, challenging them, etc.
Whumpee is normally addressed by a title or even a number. It's strange and emotional to hear anyone call them by their first name...
...But Caretaker sees them for the person underneath, and says their first name with tenderness.
Whumpee gets sick or injured or somehow impeded in their abilities. They think they're worthless now. Maybe Whumper even discards them...
...But now they're free to explore their own interests and what they truly want out of life.
Some other prompts on the same topic: Living Weapon Comfort and Living Weapon Whump
[awkward whumpee vibes]
Always checking to see if they did something wrong.
Whumpee is talking but they trail off as they realize everyone is staring at them. "What... What was it this time? The part about the crushing?"
Whumpee getting so terrified of losing this new-found safety that they start creeping around on eggshells trying to be invisible. It's too good to be true and they just want the illusion to stay for as long as possible.
"You can pretend to be my friends, lie to me, torture me, but I will never tell you what you want to know." "Whumpee, I just want to know if pepperoni sounds good." *Long pause* "...Is that like a meat thing or...."
"oh, fuck, i'm sorry, I got blood on your rug, shit shit shi--" "WHUMPEE YOU NEED STITCHES!" "Yeah but I can heal and the rug--" "forget about the damn rug!"
If someone raises their voice, whumpee flinches and responds with a "yes sir" before they can think a out it.
Protesting too much. "I don't take orders from you."
"I'm not just an asset!" "I'm not saying you are, whumpee--" "then put this back, I don't need nice clothes to have the same rights as you!"
"whumpee, you can stop looking out the window every five seconds. We're in a safe zone." "Yeah, for now," whumpee glances out again.
Patting people's backs to see if they're wearing a wire, disguising it really well as just sincere friendliness and warmth
And then losing all that when they sit down and take out their gun and just set it on the dinner table. "....What?" Whumpee frowns in confusion. "Can I not clean my gun? Do I not get to have my own weapon?"
"whumpee, can you not spray wd-40 right next to my plate. I'm eating here." "Come on, it's not even that poisonous. besides, this gun isn't gonna clean itself."
"Can you not have dinner like a normal person?!" "Already finished."
*whumpee points out a tactical advantage* "Calm down whumpee, it's just snakes and ladders." Whumpee stares at the board, feeling their sense of usefulness drain away.
Going over the times they were completely badass until it gets annoying.
When they realize they're only good at killing. And they almost want to go back to it, because at least then they had a purpose.
the marker of a batkid, even after several iterations of costumes and identities, is a bearing of something almost like nobility. they hold themselves like the Bat — like they think they’re better than you. they are better than you, but most of them are still too polite to say that.
Content: Injury whump, apologetic, defiant, and stoic survivors, ptsd
"Why are you limping?" "Sorry, I'll stop."
Caretaker walks in on survivor pasting bandaids onto huge, infected cuts.
"I'm so sorry--I'm sorry--I didn't mean to waste them,"
Or just "Do you have any like, duct tape, my tendon got nicked and I--"
Hiding wound and turning away from caretaker "You can't have it back--it's all bloody now! I claimed it. Hah!"
Every "thank you" is so apologetic it makes caretaker cringe.
"I'll protect you." Survivor straightens and grabs the nearest object as a weapon.
"Ah--fuck, don't grab me there!" "Whumpee did you... is that a cut inside your wrist?"
Caretaker hears whumpee making pain noises in their sleep, whimpering "I tried, I tried..."
a collection of sketches motivated by the question "what if the abuse happens but Touya stays?"
I imagined Bruce did coke in his twenties for a second but then I was just like no that's Brucie, young Bruce Wayne is so anti-drug it's lame, young Bruce Wayne is a bit of an alcoholic who's trained himself to have a high tolerance but occasionally at parties he messes up his with his pain meds by accident (?) and goes on a rant about cartel violence whenever anyone pulls out anything. Young Bruce Wayne did actually punch a guy, that was just smoking in public, as batman. Young Bruce Wayne once accidentally took a edible and went home and cried in alfred's lap for a while because he was too stoned.
This is first year stuff he gains nuance quite quickly (goes to AA)