The Puppeteer

Whump blog. mostly reblogging. sometimes original stuff. I don't tend to tag things so read at your own risk. Criticism is welcome and appreciated.

[whumpshaped]

"I'm really disappointed in you, Whumper"

"I'm really disappointed in you, Whumper."

Whumper tensed. "I—"

"I gave you money. I gave you status. I gave you everything you'd ever need to pull this off. Tell me then, why is Whumpee out there, free, ratting you out and endangering this entire enterprise?"

Whumper bit the inside of their cheek. They'd messed up. "I'll fix it."

"You better. Or else I'll take back my investment."

[coyotehusk]

Wipppp 🪢

[beaft]

i forget if i've mentioned this before on here, but when i was about 5 i was obsessed with monsters inc and watched it at least twice a week not because i especially liked it as a movie but simply because i was passionately in love with randall. and in fact the very first fanfiction i ever wrote was a monsters inc whump fanfiction about me finding randall in the swamp after he got beaten up with a shovel and tenderly nursing him back to health. all this to say i have been the person i am from an incredibly young age

[beaft]

illustration circa 2003 depicting randall weeping in a hospital bed whilst i smilingly offer him a tea tray

[whumblr]

"Wait... why am I handcuffed? What happened?!"

Whumpee who:

A. has been possessed and is now waking up, genuinely confused and in absolute horror, to their teammates who are hurt, fighting for their lives in medbay, and/or cleaning up the wreckage.

B. still is possessed :3 And 'Whumper' is trying to appeal to Caretaker to uncuff 'em.

[whump-me-harder]

C. still is possessed, but Whumper let them wake up temporarily. And now Caretaker has to decide between leaving Whumpee scared and confused in the handcuffs or potentially letting Whumper free.

[painwithoutplot]

happy "grab your whumpee by the hair and slam their head into the floor/desk/table and break their nose and/or concuss them" wednesday. thursday? depends on time zone...

[painwithoutplot]

aw rats, if i'd been more patient i could have said happy fist-in-hair friday. alas!

[painwithoutplot]

drag them upright again afterwards i want to see the dazed look on their face and the trickle of blood from their nose and down their chin that they're in no state to care about

[whumpster-dumpster]

When a half conscious or delirious whumpee just keeps apologizing for everything <3333

[alittlebitofwhump]

Shout out to a chocked sob escaping from Whumpee's mouth. Easily one of the best sounds to escape from there

[fortunately-cool-penguin]

"Abuse is when a man seeks to break someone for his own pleasure," Whumper said. "Correction is when a man seeks to build someone up by teaching them where they stand. You're lashing out because you're being held to a standard, and you're too soft to meet it."

His hand on the nape of Whumpee's neck tightened not enough to hurt, but enough to command absolute attention. He leaned down, his face inches from Whumpee's, his eyes boring into theirs with a terrifying intensity.

"Don't you ever use that word again to cover up your own lack of discipline. It's an insult to people who have actually suffered."

[mxrr0rball]

whumpee who takes recovery like a challenge.

whumpee who views each milestone like a mission they have to achieve. they know caretaker wants to see them better and the last thing whumpee wants is to disappoint them. they set goals and achieve them efficiently, doing nothing more than ticking mental boxes in a checklist of what they think caretaker wants -- no actual internal change is happening. in fact, they're doing the opposite of recovering, because all of this is just reaffirming their fucked up mindset. they perform their recovery.

for example, a ex living weapon seeing caretaker as a new handler, so they study how caretaker wants them to act. they learn that while their last handler liked them to be seen not heard, caretaker likes to have conversations with them during breakfast, so whumpee makes sure to prepare conversation starters and safe things to say for each morning. while their last handler liked to punish them, caretaker doesnt like to do that and doesnt want to see whumpees wounds, so they take it upon themselves to punish themselves quietly in their own room in places caretaker wont see. while their last handler didn't like for whumpee to have any nonproductive hobbies, caretaker likes to see whumpee enjoying things, so they pick up a hobby they think caretaker will like and make sure to practice as much as possible.

and it works, for a while -- caretaker is happy to see them doing better. everything is well.

until whumpee fails to keep up the act. maybe they accidentally reveal a wound or maybe they say something that tips caretaker off. all whumpee can say is, "i thought this is what you wanted?" and caretaker, horrified, responds, "i wanted you to get better, whumpee. i thought you were better."

and whumpee is confused and hurt. they thought they were doing good. they dont understand what they did wrong. it's okay, they'll just try harder this time.

[whumpshaped]

something i’ve always loved is a whumpee with very rapid healing who never hesitates to throw themselves in harm’s way, to act as a shield. Why shouldn’t they? it’ll all heal soon enough, and sure it hurts, and sure some of these hits wouldn’t have landed anyway, but better safe than sorry. especially when they’re first paired with a team that takes full advantage of this, then moved to a second team that, for some unknowable reason, cares about whumpee’s wellbeing

#390

content: team whump, guns, shot, immortal whumpee, hero villain whump, needles, past trauma, comfort

It was so easy.

It was so rewarding.

It was such a no-brainer.

Sure, it hurt for a little bit, but that was a small price to pay for being a literal meat shield that kept their teammates safe.

Wasn't it?

Everyone on their previous team took it for granted. That Whumpee would jump before a bullet, or a sword, or a dagger. They took full advantage of Whumpee's healing power, and there was never really a discussion about how maybe that wasn't all that ethical, how maybe heroes should've had a stricter moral code, and really, Whumpee didn't mind, Whumpee was just glad to be useful, it was fine if it hurt—

"Whumpee, move!" their new leader screamed, but it was too late. The bullet embedded itself in Whumpee's back, and they stifled a groan, knowing their new team would likely also think the noises were annoying. "Fuck! Everyone, pull back! Whumpee got shot!"

What?

Their previous team would've just carried on as usual. That was Whumpee's purpose: to take one for the team. To take two for the team. To take ten for the team. To take and take and take until they were nothing but a bloody heap on the floor, barely breathing, but always regenerating.

Before they knew it, Caretaker had picked them up in a bridal carry to rush them back to the team vehicle. But the battle wasn't over yet. Villain was still at large, and Leader and the team needed to stop them, and Whumpee was helping in that, they had done well, so why—

"Shit, Whumpee," Medic said once Whumpee was gently set down on their stomach. "You'll feel a pinch — it's a local anaesthetic. I'll need to dig out the bullet."

"Can you work while I'm driving?" Leader asked, already starting up the engine.

"I'll try."

None of this made sense. They abandoned an entire mission because Whumpee got shot, and now they were wasting anaesthetics on them?

"It's okay, Whumpee," Caretaker said quietly, just barely audible over the sound of the engine. They were holding Whumpee's hand like they were something precious instead of expendable. "I'm sorry this happened. You'll get better, okay? I should've paid closer attention to you out on the field."

"I don't get it," Whumpee finally said. They felt some pressure around the wound, but no real discomfort; they assumed the anaesthetic was working as intended. "Why are you all... Why are you..."

"Why what?" Caretaker asked gently.

"This is my role in the team. To take bullets. To act as a shield. This has always been my role."

Caretaker furrowed their brows. "Whumpee, what are you talking about?"

"With my previous team, it was all so natural. We never really had a talk about my role, but it was just... sort of obvious. I'd heal. They wouldn't. So I was cannon fodder."

Caretaker looked horrified. "You'd heal, sure, but it'd still hurt."

"I'm used to it."

They looked even more horrified. They squeezed Whumpee's hand. "Monsters, the lot of them. On this team, we look out for each other. Even if you heal. Even if you think it's useless."

Whumpee couldn't find the words to explain what they were feeling, so they kept quiet. But deep down, deep in their heart, there was something dangerous blossoming. Something they shouldn't have felt towards a teammate, or an entire team, when they knew their power made it so that they would always be required somewhere else. Maybe they'd be moved in a week, maybe a month, maybe a year. But they'd be moved.

So why?

Why were they suddenly feeling so attached?

[salomeslashes]

Oh god, new bucket list scene concept: interrogation training.

I'm so sorry, but if they catch you these are the things you're going to experience. You have to be ready. You can't break. Do you understand?

This next one hurts a lot, I apologize in advance. I'll let you bite the belt the first couple of times, but we have to make sure you're not going to spit out sensitive information.

Oh, oh no. Okay, if this was a real interrogation, I'd have everything I needed and you'd be dead now. I really need you to keep quiet. If I don't think you can keep quiet, I can't send you on this mission. You want to go on this mission, right? You want to save them, don't you?

Let's take it one more time, from the top, okay? I know you can do this. If I didn't believe in you you would never have gotten this assignment.

Are you ready?

Hold still.

[cosmick-whump]

Whump bases

Pls credit and tag me if u post something u made with these I wanna see!!!

[phoenixthegreat101]

rescued! Living Weapon who thinks that they died and went somewhere better

so I was scrolling through Whump (as you do) and I had this idea of a Living Weapon who was rescued, but they think that they died.

like:

LW is found barely conscious on the battlefield, breathing shallow and almost dead

Team brings them back to base, heals them and what not

LW seeing Caretaker when they wake up and they think Caretaker is an angel

They knew they died on that battlefield. They felt their life pouring out through the hole in their armour, the blackness creeping in on their vision, the quiet stillness and silence that followed.

All they know is that they are finally free from the torment of their handlers/owners/whatever, and now they don’t have to worry

You can’t be hurt if you’re dead, right?

And so they actually recover well, thinking that now they are in Heaven or some other, better place away from the carnage of their past life, which now just seems like a horrible dream.

The Team are angels to them, there to help and heal them, and Caretaker is of course their angel

And so imagine the horror and pain they feel when they see one of their handlers brought in for questioning

And the crushing reality that they are still alive and their old tormentors are still around

Idk man I’m not good at whump.

[the-vampire-roaming-the-woods]

"I'm not good at at whumo" says after drooping the best mental image ever

[whumblr]

Scream

“You,” Team Leader growled when the door opened to the room they had been locked in.

“Funny,” Whumper started, lingering in the doorway. “That was my reaction as well when I saw the security footage of you three sneaking into my facility… Leader.” He nodded at them, looking at all three. “Caretaker,” he said casually, in greeting. Then his eyes whisked over Whumpee and a hungry glint lit up in his eyes. “Whumpee. Back out here already, hm? Looks like you made a full recovery?”

“Looks like your nose did, too,” Whumpee fired back, trying to contain their surprise being face to face with him once again. “Did someone set it for you or did you do that yourself?”

At their first meeting, Whumper had severely underestimated Whumpee. After Whumpee broke his nose, that one-on-one quickly turned to a five-on-one. And yes, their broken bones had taken weeks to heal. But Whumper’s broken pride must have taken way longer, and from the looks of it – the man narrowed his eyes – it still hadn’t healed.

He covered it well with a predatory smile, bearing his teeth.

“Oh, it is good to see you again,” he sighed. A short pause. Then he stepped back. “Come with me.”

The atmosphere shifted at that. Whumpee hesitated and glowered at him.

“Don’t make me come get you.”

Caretaker and Team Leader shifted closer, ready to shield them. But Whumpee kept them away. “It’s okay,” they said. “I’ll be okay.”

They didn’t say anything, keeping their eyes on Whumper, but reluctantly stepped aside to let Whumpee pass.

Caretaker’s hand snapped around their wrist as they walked towards Whumper, but very loosely, letting their hand slide through, giving a light squeeze in reassurance, and he only let go when Whumpee’s middle finger slipped from his fingers.

Whumpee had no illusions that this time it was going to be a fair fight.

But maybe… they could slip away, run off? Or distract him so the others could run.

Those plans were dashed as soon as they stepped through the door.

One of Whumper’s henchmen was leaning casually against the wall, and pushed off as soon as he saw Whumpee step into the hall. Without a word, he blocked their path and closed the ranks, keeping them between him and Whumper.

“Where are we going?” Whumpee asked, as Whumper closed the door to their room—cell.

“Not far.”

And indeed, he only took a few steps to a room just on the other side of the hallway, one door down.

“I still need them to be able to hear you,” he said casually, unlocking the door.

Whumpee paled.

“I’m not going to scream for you,” they growled.

“Yes.” Whumper opened the door and let them walk past him into a dark, empty room. “You will.”

Something tingled over the heavy sensation of fear settling in their chest; something prepping them, for what was to come. It was making them even more antsy. Their fight response? Getting them ready? Better not waste it…

They didn’t wait for Whumper to come at them.

Whumpee launched themself at him. Raised an arm, clenched a fist. But before they could strike, a hand clamped around their wrist, pulling them back, stopping them. That goddamn henchman.

Whumper let out a taunting, triumphant little chuckle, but his laugh quickly shifted to an alarmed “Whoa!” when Whumpee, despite being held back, managed to kick him in the stomach.

Not as hard as they would have liked, but hard enough to make him reconsider his odds in this two on one thing.

They slammed an elbow back at the henchman at throat height, and bucked free before he could pull them in and really trap them.

Unfortunately, that kick was a reminder for Whumper not to underestimate them again, and he too struck before Whumpee could come after him. He closed the distance in a step. Two hands tightened in the front of their shirt. Tilted them off balance—

Their world spun as Whumper slammed them hard against the wall with a loud thud to grab the attention of his audience across the hallway. The grunt it punched out wasn’t enough to satisfy his demands for a scream. Not yet. But he could whittle them down. Daze them with a quick barrage.

The tactic worked. Unable to do more than flail against him, Whumpee crashed against the door again, this time with their head, disorienting them even more.

A brutal backhand crashed against their face. They fell back. Stumbled, barely able to stay on their feet. But something caught them. And they landed hard against Henchman’s chest.

They couldn’t break free from Henchman’s grip this time. And didn’t see the punch coming until it connected hard.

Whumper punched them full in the stomach.

It slammed the air from them in a shocked grunt. No screams. Not yet. And they wouldn’t.

They tried to push Whumper away. Regroup. But he didn’t let up.

He grabbed their arm, twisted it to their back in one fluid movement, spun them around, and slammed them face first against the door.

A sharp pain shot through their shoulder as he twisted their arm further up, taking them by surprise, and they let out a yelp.

“Come on…” Whumper tutted. “You can do better.”

His hand was tight enough on their wrist to make the bones crunch against each other. His other was on their face, thumb bruising their cheekbone and pressing their head against the door, while keeping them in place with his body. They bucked against him, fruitlessly, and he responded by twisting their arm tighter.

Slowly, very slowly, he forced their arm further up.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut against the pain. Held back a warbled little cry behind grit teeth.

It slowly build up; from uncomfortable, to concerning, to painful, to unbearab—

“No! N-ghh—Let go!” A strained exhale, closer to a grunt than a yell.

“Almost… keep going.” Spurred on, Whumper pressed up tighter against them.

Whumpee barely registered how he pried their fingers apart until it was too late.

A sharp pain exploded. Their little finger snapped sideways, out of its socket.

And at the same time, he forced their twisted arm up between their shoulder blades in a sharp tug.

Their surprised cry at the sudden sharp pain warped into a scream. Followed by a loud explement.

Immediately, Whumper let go, satisfied. They hoped. Immediate relief washed over them. But Whumper grabbed them forcefully by the shoulders and spun them around, slamming their back against the wall, forcing out another cry.

He got up close with a vicious grin. And covered their mouth with his hand, to their surprise. They panted hard against his palm. He brought a finger to his lips. Then pointed up; behind them.

A muffled banging sounded from outside, across the hallway, accompanied by angry shouting.

“Whumpee?! Whumpee, are you okay?!”

“Whumper you bastard, if you hurt them—"

Fists continued ramming against the door in a frenzied desperation.

“Must be nice, to have your team so concerned about you,” Whumper crooned and removed his hand.

"It is. Not like you would know anything about that," Whumpee spat back.

He sneered a smile. "Let's continue..." He grabbed Whumpee by the front of their shirt and pulled them in close. "You need to know how loved you are."

They teetered and their legs wobbled, pain still zapping through them. But as Whumper let go of them, they struck.

They bit him hard in the wrist.

Whumper roared.

Their cue to bite down even harder and they shook like a rabid dog. To their satisfaction, his howl raised a pitch.

A fist connected hard with their cheekbone and he literally punched them off him.

Whumpee stood, hunched over, breathing hard, but they straightened up a little. They twisted their shoulder, massaged it lightly, testing it. And flashed a smile with bloodied teeth.

Over the panting, they could both clearly hear it.

"Get him, Whumpee!"

"Get his ass!"

The cheers were louder than their concern. Whumpee broke out into a wicked grin.

Whumper looked from his mangled wrist to Whumpee and back. Shock quickly turned to a frenzied rage.

Whumpee spat out a bit of blood. Wiped a thumb over their mouth.

So gross. And definitely life-shortening. Not improving their chances at all. They stood straight, and baited Whumper with a little come-get-me flick of their hand.

… but so worth it.

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[serickswrites]

For Me

Warnings: kidnapping, collapse, unconsciousness

"It's been days, Sidekick, we need to really come up with a much better plan," Hero said as they collapsed into the nearest chair. They were exhausted. They had not slept since they realized Superhero was missing. That Superhero had been kidnapped.

Sidekick was even worse for wear, though Hero did not know why. "We can't stop looking! They're counting on us!" Sidekick was frantic. Though they hoped it didn't betray what Superhero was to them. Superhero had been very careful with their relationship. Interstation dating was frowned upon by Organization and Superhero hadn't wanted Sidekick to face the consequences.

"I never said we should stop," Hero said as they closed their eyes and pinched the bridge of their nose. "I am merely suggesting we come up with a better plan to look for them."

Sidekick remained silent. They loved Superhero more than anything. And they knew Superhero felt the same way about them. And it took everything in Sidekick to not explode. They had to find Superhero.

"We will find them, Sidekick. I promise."

Sidekick nodded and sat down in the chair next to Hero. "I just really hope they're ok."

"It's Superhero we're talking about, Sidekick. If there's one person who's going to be ok, it's them. Superhero is practically invincible their powers are so developed." Hero clapped Sidekick on the shoulder. "I can only hope to be as strong as them one day. You, too."

Sidekick swallowed. It was true that Superhero was very powerful--their strength, speed, and rapid healing abilities were unparalleled at Organization. And they were mentoring Hero to grow to their strength. Sidekick, too. "I just don't even know how someone could get the drop on them. Superhero is always one step--"

Sidekick's words were cut off by the loud wailing of klaxons warning that someone had breached the inner gate of Base. And they were coming in fast. Sidekick jumped to their feet and began to run. Whoever they were, Sidekick would take them on.

"Wait, shouldn't we see who we're up against," Hero called as they followed Sidekick.

"Whoever they are, they're strong enough to get through our wards. Someone that we need to fight. Maybe they're the ones who took Superhero!"

"Sidekick, be careful!" Hero shouted.

Sidekick skidded around the corner, the front gate finally coming into view. Sidekick froze. Superhero gripped the iron bars of the gate tightly, as though it were the only thing keeping them upright. Their face was hidden as they hung their head. Superhero's clothes were tattered and torn and Sidekick could see blood stains on their shirt and pants.

"Superhero!" They shouted as they rushed forward.

Superhero's head jerked up, their green eyes unfocused and hazy. "Si'k..." the word trailed off as Superhero's eyes rolled into the back of their head as their knees buckled beneath them.

"Superhero, no!" Sidekick screamed as they reached the gate. "Call the medic. They need help!" Sidekick opened the gate and dropped to Superhero's side. They tapped Superhero's cheek frantically. "Open your eyes. Come on, Superhero, please. Come on!"

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[divorcedzukka]

characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies

[whumpster-dumpster]

Setting up Angsty/Whumpy Conflict 😈

Solving the Angsty/Whumpy Conflict 😮‍💨