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whumpee being carried by team/caretaker and laid down somewhere soft. a bed… a couch… or even bringing the softness TO whumpee on the floor. a blanket, or a rolled up jacket for a pillow.
maybe they’re too sick to move. maybe they’re injured and broken. maybe they’re dying.
but give me the tenderness of “let us take you to rest someplace comfortable.”
as much as I love badass characters pushing through pain to fight, I also love when they hit a point where they just can't. something structural is wrong or broken, so they can't stand. their muscles are simply too weak and overworked to hold them up. their bloody hands slip off the handles of their weapons, they can't aim through their vertigo or tunneling vision, they shake from blood loss or exhaustion even if not from fear. they've just reached their limit, and no amount of willpower will change that!
Shoutout to hands tied behind the back, gotta be one of my favourite positions
Guys what if there was a character
…and what if we hurt the character🤔
caretaker comes to whumper's house, a small first-aid kit hanging off their shoulder. "where are they?"
whumper gestures to a side room and caretaker goes in wordlessly. they flip the light on and set their bag down on the floor before kneeling next to whumpee.
"i'm here to fix you up, not to hurt you. i'm sorry this has happened to you, but there's nothing i can do to stop it. let me know if i need to stop, i'll be going quick."
"who are you?" whumpee asks. "please help me."
"i'm sorry, there's nothing i can do, truly." caretaker says, looking over their shoulder to see whumper standing in the doorway.
Moisture- blood, tears, water dripping from sodden hair- combining with grime on a character's face as it runs down to leave pigmented tracks streaked across their face in its wake.
The sort of kiss that's not so much an actual kiss but more one character pressing the entire lower half of their face fervently into another character's hair and firmly against their skull beneath for an extended moment, all desperation, no delicacy, but with a rough tenderness nonetheless.
An injured character who's managed to grit their teeth and bear it through the course of a painful wound tending with scarcely a sound but as soon as the ordeal is actually over they dissolve into quiet weeping of relief and released tension and lingering pain.
obsessed with guarded characters (reluctantly) falling sleep around another character(s), showing how much they trust them to put themselves in a position of absolute vulnerability, unwavering faith that they'll be protected and guarded while they recharge, the submission of being alert unfamiliar and strange in their chest, not used to being safe or away from danger enough to get proper rest, looking years younger when they fall asleep, the other characters fiercely always nearby and keeping the quiet around for them just a little while longer
hey don't cry. blorbo coughing up blood
“must everything be homoerotic” no. but many things are, you will find
a man and a woman can be strictly platonic friends. but a man and a man can’t be that. they have to have violent gay sex and be obsessed with each other. it’s the yaoi rule
“Stop this — you can’t —“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Whumper cuts Whumpee off, grabbing them by the roots of their hair and wrenching their head back so their neck is exposed and vulnerable. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to. I can do any damn thing I want.”
That feel when a character that usually wears a crapload of clothes suddenly rolls back their sleeves a bit or unbuttons their collar and you’re like fOREARMS FOREARMS WRISTS THROAAAATTTTTT and it’s like way more erotic than a full-on striptease.
Passing an injured or ill character from one companion to another- the first companion has the character resting in their lap or leaning against their side or propped against their chest and they carefully shift them to transition them to the other companion, who slides into place and settles the ill or injured character back into the same position in their own hold, being careful to move the character as little as possible in the process.
obsessed with guarded characters (reluctantly) falling sleep around another character(s), showing how much they trust them to put themselves in a position of absolute vulnerability, unwavering faith that they'll be protected and guarded while they recharge, the submission of being alert unfamiliar and strange in their chest, not used to being safe or away from danger enough to get proper rest, looking years younger when they fall asleep, the other characters fiercely always nearby and keeping the quiet around for them just a little while longer
A character is having heated words with another, getting increasingly agitated, until their ill or injured companion reaches weakly for them from where they're lying, whereupon the angry character abandons the escalating fight and switches demeanour entirely, no argument more important than not distressing their companion further, as they catch up the feeble hand in both of theirs and hurriedly obey the summons to reassure them.
