Antihero

he/they | autistic | 17 yo

[bloody-boyfailure]

i want to see whumpees completely oblivious to the torture they've been put through. whumpees that casually bring up the ways they've abused in an almost joking manner not realizing the horrifying implications behind their words. whumpees that can't even put words to what has happened, not even how they feel. maybe it's a neutral or numb feeling when the abuse happens. to them it is normal, it is just what happens to people like them. it's not painful until they get to experience what it's like to not be in pain and crying every single day. their days now are filled with such joy and happiness it feels unreal, almost unnatural, unearned. it's only when they reflect back on it now that any pain or sadness is connected with those old memories. when they finally understand the life they were robbed of this whole time, it finally hits them how fucked this all is.

[goes-whump-in-the-night]

angelic whumpee who was captured centuries ago and has lived multiple human lifetimes being conditioned into the perfect pet

angelic whumpee passed down through the generations of a single family, with full possession of them being a signifier of their new owner’s status as head of the family

angelic whumpee who has endured countless abuses, but whose healing abilities have left them without a mark and whose training has left them grateful for the touch

angelic whumpee whose last master dies without an heir, leaving them to be found in their cage by good samaritans horrified by their condition and the records of how long they’ve been kept

angelic whumpee who is so distraught to hear that the family who cared for them for so long is gone now and doesn’t understand why these newcomers keep trying to convince them to fly away

[magpie-angel-boy]

Angels are living weapons that see themselves as caretakers and protectors

[saintantihero]

genuinely it is the best description of my setting

[saintantihero]

whump prompt

Whumpee is a half-animal and whumper is officially just a friend/partner. whumper gets annoyed at every expression of whumpee's opinion and "affectionately" reminds them that they are just an animal that is not usually asked. Whenever whumpee tries to prove their worth, the response is something along the lines of "doesn't your animal brain live on instinct? Give you a little push and you'll lose all that pompous awareness and humanity." After that, a gaslight or a beating follows as proof of this point, after which an ordinary person will begin to whine and cover themselves (that is not as important tho)

[saintantihero]

we NEED to talk about sex in whump fics

am i genuinely the only one who finds sexual whump unpleasant??? Okay, I absolutely understand aesthetics, it's even a highlight in moderation, but as soon as there's too much pornography, I immediately have a desire to close the fic.

at the same time, I also don't like whump fics without any romance between the characters, all the zest is immediately lost. just think, the characters are flirting and at this time one is bothering the other with mind control or a collar, IT's VERY COOL!!!? especially if the feelings are mutual, it's just that these two are so freaky that their whole romance turns out like this

so i BEG u guys, do a lot of romantic whump, but don't turn it all into sex, don't spoil the elite abusive romance with carnal bullshit

[eoallen]

whumpee ruining their own life instead of recovering. send post

[saintantihero]

whumpee treating themselves exactly like whumper did. "oh, nobody is there to do that. fine i'll do it myself"

[saintantihero]

whump prompt

a whumpee who has been on someone else's support all their life (due to disability or the fact that they were intentionally restricted from self-sufficiency). once they get to the whumper, they are intentionally treated as normal, not disabled, and when, for obvious reasons, they cannot cope with self-sufficiency, whumper react to this as pamperedness

[saintantihero]

some art dump with my ocs, just so u know their colors ig

u can read more about them at my page obv

and some random written sketches bc I feel generous

whumper he/him

The morning preparations were challenging, though soothing. comb out his perpetually shaggy hair, put drops on each of his eyes, and remove all the dust particles from his coat, because they were terribly annoying. A lot of other things were annoying, like blood on gloves and boots. It was just flour to wash the stains off them, and whumpee just couldn't handle it, which was also extremely annoying. the wings, in which black feathers treacherously penetrated, constantly had to be plucked and monitored, because if they were noticed, their career would be over. There's so much to do! you need to look presentable and authoritative.

caretaker he/him

Fortunately, the morning preparations were simple and meditative. there was no definite working form, except that the general mood for the appearance. his cat's fur was always accumulating on his cardigan. this cat died in his presence when he was on field work on earth. He took her spirit with him to heaven and nursed her there. The cat was adorable. his long, soft hair was gathered in a neat ponytail, as long as it did not interfere with his vision and work. there were always stains on his glasses, probably from the fingers of his students, who shamelessly took them with their hands when he left the workplace for a short time. in the morning he made tea, sometimes coffee, but very rarely, it seemed to him too bitter. He often had a book in his hands, he loved to read at any moment that was important to him, he even sometimes ran late, wasting time reading.

whumpee he/they

His hair was actually curly, although you wouldn't say that from many of his appearances. Curly hair was somewhat rare among angels, and whumper was lazy to figure out how to work with them, so he only started taking really good care of them when he got to caretaker. The wings sticking out from behind his ears often got in the way, and he disliked combs because they tugged at his feathers, so he combed his hair with his fingers. his main clothes were made up of things that were obviously slightly bigger than him, from someone else's wardrobe. My favorites were a long-necked longsleeve and a floor-length pants skirt. The closed clothes helped hide both the traces of self-inflicted scratches, as well as bruises, marks and bites left by someone other than his hands. he always wore a cross on top, he tried very hard to feel involved despite all his dirt.

[saintantihero]

fear of asking

small written sketch with my ocs from the previous post. hope that the translation is fine...

tw selfharm, Stockholm syndrome

The guy was sitting in the corner of the kitchen with his legs tucked under him, biting his knuckle. He was looking obliquely at a figure with several pairs of wings cooking dinner. The redhead really wanted to ask him to spend the evening together and draw something or read books together. The older one had a lot of work lately and they rarely talked. but the thoughts were terrible. For every thought, "come on, ask him," there were ten, "he's already tired, you know what that means." The redhead knew that the one standing in front of him would not refuse him, he knew well that he was a kind angel. but these ten paranoid thoughts circled and pressed, bringing up flashes of events in his memory, each of which made him want to open his hands with his nails and peel off his skin. well... What was that...

It's also a kitchen, but it feels cleaner than the one we were in just now. more sterile. runaway bony hands collect the garbage produced during the cooking process and put it in a bag. The cooked food is on the dining table, there is only one serving. everything is verified to the minute. he will arrive in 10 minutes, the food should not have time to cool down. during these ten minutes, you need to remove all traces of cooking and get out of sight yourself, fortunately for this there was a closet at the far end of the house, which is a kind of permitted place to stay. The red-haired man ran his eyes around the kitchen several times again, trying to notice any inconsistencies, and then quickly left there. With quick steps, he reached the pantry and, closing the door behind him, sat down in the far dark corner, where there were a lot of papers on the floor, covered with tasks and drawings, books and pens. The dried bloodstains could be seen if you looked with a flashlight, but in general, you could understand that they were trying to get rid of them and scrub the floors.

A door slammed from above. He came. now he will eat, and then he will go to his office and work until nightfall, and then he will go to bed and leave again in the morning. when he leaves, he will have to get out and clean the apartment, finish some of his work left on the table in his office, make a list of things needed for the house and type it on a piece of paper (the elder did not like the handwriting of his assistant).

of course, there was a small chance that he would look into the closet and visit, to amuse his ego. to some extent, it was desirable. The multi-eyed angel rarely wanted to talk to the redhead, lately he was annoyed even by his appearance, not to mention his voice. and if he comes in... Oh, I'll get to see him... to see his eyes... God, that would be so good.

The red-haired guy shook his head, dispelling the images in his head and focusing his gaze on the sheets below him and the books. It was necessary to work, since he was transferred from the academy to home schooling, he had to comply. Otherwise, they'll be kicked out of the legion... and they will be kicked out of this house.. and he would never see him again... this cannot be allowed in any case.

Hunched over on the floor, he spent the next few hours reading, taking notes, solving problems, and selecting materials. At the same time, he was biting his fingers, you couldn't bite the pen, it was his pen, you couldn't spoil it. His hands had never looked good anyway, and there was nothing to lose. pale, bony, with burrs and blood under his fingernails, which he also took out as a sedative.

the door creaked, the red-haired guy shuddered, looking up from his books and anxiously turning his head towards the entrance. an eye flew up to him, its iris had rings, so beautiful and looking into his very soul. he always had a way of putting one of his eyes inside first, and then going in himself.

The red-haired man looked up, his hands trembling involuntarily. A figure in a long coat stood over him, hands in his pockets.

"H-hello.". Do you need something? Did I forget something?? excuse please..

- don't talk, it pisses me off.

The younger one immediately bit his tongue and lowered his eyes, realizing his mistake. one of the alien angelic eyes flying around examined the things scattered on the floor of the pantry, there was a sense of condemnation in his gaze.

- those who do their homework like that, chaos in the workplace is chaos in the head. although what else was expected of you.

The red-haired man looked up uncertainly at the speaker again, but seeing him was the greatest gift, a blessing. He even talked to him, it's very joyful. It seemed to give me strength.. Or maybe? or maybe if you come up with a good excuse... can I?

"I'm sorry.. Can i.. Tonight... well.. you'll work with me, I'm in your training... unless you have something to do, of course, I don't insist -

the phrase was abruptly interrupted by the feeling of someone else's boot on my throat. The elder looked on with anger and a frown. pressing his foot against his bare throat, he practically hissed.

"Did I let you open your mouth?" How dare you demand anything from me?

The angel in the coat kicked the little one so that he fell on his back, hitting his wing. immediately he went out, and then there was a tragic sound- the door to the pantry was closed. the redhead was denied access to the house, respectively, access to food and light. He didn't have any housework left.

The guy was holding his head with his torn hands, curled up in a ball and talking to himself in a half-whisper, shuddering and whimpering.

"God, I'm such a fool, I'm such a fool, he's said so many times how I even got the idea that it was a good idea, God, I made him angry, why why why, who pulled my tongue..."

btw if you got any ideas for their names, im very open to hear them

[saintantihero]

I really want to share my whump setting, and I'm interested in your thoughts on it, perhaps headcanons, if they appear during the reading process.

Clarification: I'm not insulting religion by presenting angels in this light, I'm a Christian myself, it's just easier for me to relate to angelic characters for personal reasons. And I apologize for all the errors in the text, English is not my native language.

A little bit about the setting: I like the idea that different classes of angels serve different purposes and therefore have different qualities, but they have one thing in common - the absence of a human ego. they are unable to be selfish, because they serve a purpose set by God with all their guts and by definition. because of this lack of ego, angels do not have standard emotions, empathy, and other things in human understanding. angels, as a result of certain things, are considered defective by those who have received an ego, as they become selfish and experience emotions that are inappropriate for their position. Theoretically, this can be hidden, which is exactly what one of the characters does, but more on that later. Also, such angels cannot be compared with humans, since humans, along with this ego, have empathy and "indirect understanding", when angels do not have this and perceive everything exclusively logically, their empathy is cognitive.

The classic cast of characters, whumper, whumpee and caretaker. I will describe each of them separately.

Whumpee - he was originally supposed to serve in one of the legions, which is responsible for maintaining order, punishing the objectionable and vicious. Our whumpee was born with the defect described earlier. there was nowhere particularly bad to put him, and it was necessary to attach him anyway, so the problem stood in an unpleasant way. Fortunately, one of the older angels took him "under his wing," promising that he would raise a worthy one out of him. It was a whumper, but more on that later. wumpy himself hated the fact of his disability, he sincerely tried and tried his best to be right like everyone else, so in many ways he took everything that happened to him for granted and deserved, because he "did not try hard enough" and "was a shameful stain on the honor of his legion." but you can say that in his own department he was respected, you can say they were afraid of him. whumpee was practically not allowed to communicate with other angels and was kept practically on a leash, so that he appeared only in the presence of his boss and on work missions, where he was required to remain silent and punish the undesirables. In general, over time, his understanding of morality became even stronger than it was initially, but due to the fact that all the principles came from the boss, he believed in them with holy confidence, which cost him a lot. he followed the stated goal of "correcting himself at any cost" quite furiously, so very soon he went into self-punishment for any mistakes he made, which was generally encouraged by his mentor

whumper is a rather curious person from the point of view that he was just as defective as his subordinate, he just managed to adapt and hide this fact from the important officials around him. The sudden opportunity to let off steam and "show his face" was extremely attractive to him, since he couldn't do it with everyone else, and no one would believe the new guy, who was also branded, no matter what he started telling. This is about the spirit of the concept of "parenting," which would be more correctly called abuse, in which one tries to earn recognition and be liked at the cost of everything, while the other simply revels in his power.

caretaker is a good enough person, compared to these two psychos, he himself is from another legion, one of those angels who usually deliver prophecies to people and speak kindly to them, instructing them, so he was naturally less cruel and much more inclined to discuss than others. he took whumpee when he was disgracefully expelled from his legion (whumper was probably just tired of him), and slowly helped him recover and get back on his feet, since at the time of his exile he was in an extremely bad state, no longer seeing the meaning of his life, not being under someone else's guidance and not having a function.

if you are interested in these guys, then you can ask questions, I will be happy to answer and develop this concept.... I'm genuinely interested in the feedback.

[saintantihero]

some random whump manhwa recommendation

"how to be chosen one"

the mc is hypersexual and honestly most of the time he is kinda chill and funny but ahemm..... he got his own problems, mostly trauma from previous abusive relationships, where he was victimblamed basically and honestly he is kinda masochistic in terms of relationships (he endured another one abuse just cause he has seen it as right and justified). good thing is the fact that there is a caretaker, and he is genuinely a good one. surely one of the best men possible, i cry over their relationships sm

so basically it is hella great, and the art style is pretty yummy

IF U HAVE ANY KIND OF RECOMMENDATIONS.... I BEG U... TO SHARE..... cause it is rlly hard to find good whump bl

[saintantihero]

What if Whumpee is obsessively in love with Whumper?

Whumpee considers his Whumper to be the nicest person in the world and believes him in everything. Every punishment he gets was well deserved. He wasn't prudent enough, he disappointed, he forgot, he made a mistake. Whumpee memorized all of Whumper's preferences, his schedule, his habits, and his behavior. he knows how to behave in a way that Whumper likes, and sees this as the purpose of his life. Whumpee is attentive to the Whumper. He's looking for patterns in Whumper's behavior. He tries to get out of his sight at certain hours, as he knows that the Whumper is annoyed by the sight of the Whumpee at this time. Whumpee cooks food for Whumper, cleans the house, leaves signs of attention. While Whumper sleeps, Whumpee kisses him and cuddles up to his hands.

and when Whumper unexpectedly and unpredictably gets angry at Whumpee and doesn't give any guidance about it, Whumpee becomes hysterical, he falls to his knees, convulsively apologizes, pouring tears over Whumper's feet. Whumpee is willing to do anything as long as Whumper looks at him encouragingly again. looks at him.

and when Whumpy is rescued, Caretaker listens in horror to stories about everything that happened and insults Whumper, calls him an extremely cruel man, Whumpee looks at Caretaker in horror and compulsively begins to respond that he deserved everything that was done to him and was to blame for everything, and Whumper was an honest and right person.