WhumpWright

[acta-est-fabula-plaudite]

"Oh!What a delightful surprise."

Whumper stood at the entrance, looking at Whumpee bound and wrapped in ribbons with a big bow on their head, under the Christmas tree.

"I must have been very good then." Whumper big smile contrasting with the glaring expression on Whumpee's face.

[aggrieved-devotion]

Living weapon put off leash for the first time and they just do as told. They think they could run, but their feet won't move. Handler gives them an order and they go. And then they come back. For all their telling themselves that they'd bolt the second they could, their flawed, damaged flesh only knows obedience now.

[denverswhumpobsession]

"Get up."

Weapon's body was on the verge of giving out. Four hours. It was pathetic, honestly. He withstood eight hours last week. Pathetic, indeed.

But maybe it was because Handler had brought out the whip this time. That would make sense.

Weapon tried to get up. He put his hands on the ground and pushed, and he lifted himself to his hands and knees before Handler's foot connected with his ribs.

Weapon's face hit the floor once more, and when he opened his eyes, he saw blood next to his face, and he tasted the metallic flavor of the blood in his mouth.

"I told you to get up, you fucking mutt."

And Weapon tried again, and, again, he was kicked.

He knew what would happen if he didn't obey. But he couldn't push past it. Not today. Because he was pathetic.

"That's thirty more lashes. Go to the post."

[whump-and-what-not]

living weapon whumpee whos being held captive over enemy lines. their team is working day and night to get them back in their possession.

meanwhile, over enemy lines, whumpee is given medical care and isnt being dehumanized into a weapon. they fight with the enemy for their own freedom when their team finally comes to rescue them.

[justbreakonme]

Whumpee being confused when they’re loved more “at their lowest” by Caretaker than they were at their peak by Whumper.

Expecting to be, at very best, intentionally ignored and neglected when his body aches too much to get out of bed, but Caretaker brings him water and meds, trying to work out the knots in his back to ease some of the ache.

Not knowing how to relax when not pushed to his limits, struggling to sleep without being totally exhausted, eat without being starved, be comforted without being on the brink.

When Whumpee tries and fails, and the failure feels like being crushed by boulders but Caretaker is still there cheering him on, making it undeniably clear how proud they were of him.

Going above and beyond, no matter how bad it hurts, desperately hoping to be praised for his sacrifice, but instead Caretaker is distraught, worrying and fussing over him instead of telling him to do it again. As disappointed as he is to have “done it wrong”, the concern and care felt…good. Safer.

He’s had to be the best, had to be so strong, had to fight for every scrap of affection he got, but now? It was like his entire life was unraveling and reweaving itself, and he didn’t recognize what the future might look like, only that he liked it better…

[secret-whump-closet]

Two living weapon whumpees, one defiant, the other compliant.

The compliant follows every order to the letter, they don't complain about their missions. The only time they question authority is to ask "How high?" when told to jump. They don't get punished, their superiors show them off to the other weapons as an example to strive forward to be. They constantly beg and plead with their defiant friend to stop arguing. Stop fighting. Just roll over and be a good dog.

The defiant one is the opposite. They kick, and scream, and fight all the way. When sent on missions, they either do not complete them, or do it in a way that benefits themselves. They talk back to their superiors. They THREATEN their superiors. Their body is littered with scars from the frequency of their punishments.

Everyone's expecting them to desert.

Only for the Compliant Whumpee to be the one who runs away.

[pyrepostings]

A living weapon whumpee trained to resist painful interrogation tactics, captured by an enemy who knows torture doesn't result in accurate information.

Do they have a method to magically or through drugs compel whumpee to speak truthfully?

Do they torture just for the love of the game? Possibly revenge?

Or do they go, "what the fuck. Your own side left these scars??"

[snakebites-and-ink]

Former living weapon absolutely dominating at laser tag

[hurtwithallthecomfort]

In order to complete an important mission, the team have to infiltrate an enemy base, disguising themselves as enemy soldiers or workers. However, there’s one problem. The recently rescued Whumpee is still very identifiable as a living weapon, and their skills are too valuable to leave behind. So, the team have to pretend that Whumpee is not a member of their team but a living weapon they own.

Everyone hates this. Whumpee is clearly being triggered by every single interaction, and the team can’t do anything to comfort them or else they’ll rouse suspiscion.

Caretaker has to bite their tongue at every dehumanising comment and remark, because they’re supposed to be agreeing.

If the team get unlucky, they show up on the wrong day. All living weapons are to be inspected for faults, separated from their handlers. Whumpee is no exception, despite the team insisting they need them to help with work.

Maybe the team don’t even really know much about living weapons. Sure, the name kind of makes it clear they aren’t treated so humanely, but witnessing it first hand is sickening to them, and only makes their resolve to defeat the enemy even stronger.

If the team’s cover gets blown, it’s probably over Whumpee. Someone can’t take it anymore and rushes over to them, defends them against harsh words, or just calls out a name that definitely shouldn’t belong to them.

It’s likely this could do long lasting damage to Whumpee’s recovery, too. They slip back into their old demeanour too easily, and now it’s a struggle to leave it behind all over again. If they slip up on the mission, they start acting like a faulty weapon, not like a rightfully stressed human being.

[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.

[bloodiedbriars]

Psst. I have a vision. Former living weapon becoming a caretaker for a escaped living weapon

Yess, I love it! Excellent vision indeed.

Recovered Living Weapon, looking after recently escaped Living Weapon Whumpee

“Look at me. I know how you feel. I'm experienced in this, it's a battle I've fought. You gonna trust me to help you win this one?”

treating them like a soldier, not a weapon or a friend, to slowly guide them back to humanity

“I know it's not easy, but you gotta tough it out. They're cared of you, and scared people are desperate people.”

knowing when to use tough love and keep them restrained for everyone's safety

“Don't feel like talking? Alright. I'll just sit with you then.”

sparring with them and actually enjoying being able to go all out for once

“You ever feel like punching someone, you come find me, yeah? No more busting knuckles on walls.”

guarding their room at night to help them sleep

“No, you don't get to not make a choice. This is what your life is now, a hundred choices every day. And this is your first challenge, so: vanilla or chocolate?”

fighting to regain their trust after every single setback, even when they are exhausted

“Don't look at me like that. I'm not your new handler, I'm just a guy helping out. A mentor, at most.”

teaching how to actually take care of their body since there is no other person doing "maintenance" anymore

“If I stop fighting, what do I do?” – “That's the difficult part. That's the part where I can't help you anymore. That'll be up to you.”

[whump-in-the-closet]

Five Types of Living Weapon Whumpees

The guard dog -> loyalty has been ingrained into their bones, following their handler around like their shadow. No one dares stand against the organization because of the legendary dread surrounding this living weapon. They hardly say a word but every movement is calculated, eyes always darting, always watching. (“You always were their lapdog.”)

The loose cannon -> dangerous for both sides. Always talking back and never predictable, their value is dependent on their skill. If it wasn’t for that, they’d be dead a long time ago. Their loyalty is earned, not bought. No one wants to be on their bad side, walking on tip toe whenever they show up. And they enjoy it. (“What’s everyone looking at? Aren’t you happy to see me? I even brought my rifle!”)

The broken down -> most common type of whumpee I’ve seen. They’ve been overpowered and forced into the commission. They hate their handler more than anything else but see no way out. When they’re told to shoot, they don’t even blink. It’s always “yes, sir” this and “yes, sir” that. If they feel any sympathy, they don’t show it. They’ll do anything to avoid punishment and flinch at quick movements. Nothing they face on the field is worse than the cards they’ve been dealt. (“I understand, sir/ ma’am. I-I’m sorry.”)

The dissenter -> Usually recruited into the organization or joined as a last ditch option. Not necessarily against using their abilities or skill, they just hate being told what to do. As time goes on and their disobedience is punished over and over again, they grow reluctant. Bitter. With every order, they slip in a snarky comment. Roll their eyes. Anything to assert their own identity. Or what’s left of it. (“ah ah ah, you didn’t think i’d notice? The middle finger was a bit much. I’m afraid it will have to go.”)

The ghost in the machine -> known only by their codename by outsiders and by their number in the organization, they’ve been stripped of all humanity. They live, breathe, and think by their handlers orders. They’ve been told over and over again that they are just a weapon. And a weapon does what it’s told. Their anonymity is attached to the organization in the same way a gun is simply an extension of their arm. But at night they still stare up at the ceiling with a blank stare— did they ever a life before this? They can’t remember. (“It’s not like it’s a person. It doesn’t have feelings like that.”)

[stars-hide-our-fires]

Collar

CW: Shock collar, degradation, humiliation

Shock collar that activates every time Whumpee talks, until they're terrified to make a sound.

Then after they're rescued, Caretaker is horrified to discover that the chatty Whumpee they knew has turned completely mute and refuses to speak even after the collar is removed

Having to find new ways to communicate while trying to teach Whumpee to talk again

Permanent burn marks ringing Whumpee's neck

Power-suppressing collar around a super's neck

The Villain clawed and spat and yelled, now they sit in shame, their greatest asset stripped from them

Subdued Hero paraded around like a party favour by the Villain after turning them harmless (or the other way around)

A bejewelled collar covered in rhinestones that cost tens of thousands, but Whumpee would do anything to get rid of it

Or maybe they wear it with pride

"There now, you should be grateful I spend so much on you." "Yes, Master."

Living Weapon/Monster!Whumpee collared so they don't hurt themselves or others

Collar so tight it chafes, leaves bruises, maybe even cuts off Whumpee's air supply

Pet!Whumpee who is fiercely protective of their collar, feels exposed without it, so when Caretaker tries to convince them otherwise it only makes them more distrustful

Team gets captured and Leader is dragged out and collared in front of them, the leash tight in Whumper's hand as they smile down at Leader

Prisoner/guard dog Whumpee who wears a collar as a mark of identification with their number/owner on the tag

[painwithoutplot]

[slaps living weapon] this bad boy can fit so much autism coding

[justbreakonme]

Caretaker reaching an arm out across Living Weapon Whumpees chest to protect them, but Whumpee thinks it’s to hold them back.

They feel ashamed that Caretaker trusts them so little, that they have to be held back instead of just instructed. Until Caretaker does it in the car after a car in front of the brake checked them and Whumpee can’t figure out what they were stopping them from.

They ask, hesitantly, hoping that at least if they were punished for asking, they might figure out how to prove themselves, but Caretaker explains that they were trying to protect them, that was what that always meant. Caretaker laughs, asking if Whumpee thought they were strong enough to hold them back anyway, and it finally clicks.

Whumpee spends the rest of the drive staring out the window, tracking each memory back, recontextualizing it through this new information. Caretaker had a point, they were far stronger than them, and by extent, that meant that realistically Caretaker’s arm of protection would do very little to protect them but that wasn’t the point.

No one else had ever tried. 

[defire]

Ripping the arrow out of their own flesh, arrowhead and all, to string it onto their bow and fire it at the enemy as blood gushes down their arm.

[fineiguessimintowhump]

when living weapon gives a justification for a behaviour and its part rational justification you could give to a handler part traumatic event. please do pretend your feelings are secondary to rationale.

lws couldn't act friendly with each other because anyone could be handling one and they could have received any orders. and also sometimes theyd be made to fight one another to entertain handlers. staying still was a good way to conserve energy that could be sparse. also moving could get you noticed and That Was Bad. <- literally so good always.