This, m'boy, is what we call Whump @virtualchaoticgood - Tumblr Blog

I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.

valtsv

concealing a terrible wound not out of pride, necessity, or even a guilty lack of self-worth, but for the simple pleasure of knowing something that nobody else does

harmonyartdreams

I feel like a whumpee who has been under constant surveillance would do this. Finally have something nobody else knows. It's theirs.

eyelessfog

a character who truly, legitimately goes “but why does that matter?” about their feelings when someone who cares about them asks. and the sudden falling of everyone around them’s faces as they realize that this person doesn’t recognize themself as someone who needs or should be taken care of. i want Everyone to hurt. surprise at the idea, worry for them, horror at not having noticed. do you see this person who doesn’t think of themselves as a person?

human-pet-they

when the author describes someone dying and you can just tell they’ve never actually died by the way it’s written

dying-crying-pining

when an already injured character gets tossed like a ragdoll into their buddy by some violent force/explosion/magic/collision (pick your poison) and they both go down hard. the shredded and bruised elbows and knees don’t matter, nothing else matters because they have their friend back… except their friend hasn’t moved or talked or made a sound, limp in their arms. so they roll them over in their lap and sure enough they’re passed the fuck out. hey. no, no, no, no. the pleading spills out of them as their hands scurry over the slack planes of their friend’s face, but no matter how much they shake them, or call their name, they remain ashen and bloody, their breathing shaky and stuttering, there but barely, dead to the world for now. stay with me. they pull them close. please stay with me.

li-ion-battery

waiter! waiter! more characters grieving something they can't even remember please!

narutwitter

cheeseanonioncrisps

Metahuman with super healing powers whose entire job is that once a week they go to a nearby hospital and are put into a medically induced coma for 24 hours while all their organs and blood are harvested, and kept there until they've healed up again.

They get paid a small stipend by the Heroes Council for this, and they live off that.

No crime fighting, no obvious heroics, and they only took a Super Identity because it's technically hero's council policy. Nobody's ever seen them in a cape.

Every so often the Heroes council will release an official report to the public, and there'll be another bunch of news articles wondering how some unknown super calling themselves 'Meat Factory' somehow consistently holds the record for most lives saved across the city.

cheeseanonioncrisps

It is essential to my vision that they are not at all sanctimonious about this.

Like, they regularly act like they're getting away with something. They joke about how they get to earn money in their sleep. They show up to their hospital visits in deliberately ridiculous disguises, on the excuse that they need to 'protect their identity'.

Part of their employment contract is that they get served the same post-operation vanilla ice cream that they normally hand out on the childrens' ward. Also a sticker. Their overnight bag is covered in stickers.

tenderwhumps

for me the absolute BEST type of whump is when the whumpee is on the verge of death.

i’m talking internal bleeding. bleeding out. impalement. severe head trauma. comas. bad hypothermia. injuries that aren’t getting better, and just lead to whumpee growing more pale and weak by the day as caretaker strokes their hair and feeds them.

injuries that make caretaker and the whumpee both think “oh shit, this could be the end.” even if they don’t say it.

it makes it all the sweeter when whumpee heals and caretaker gets to hold them and cry “there you are, it’s okay now. i almost lost you. you’re alright. i promise i won’t let anything like that happen to you again.”