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generic-whumperz · 8 months
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generic-whumper · 9 months
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Favorite Whumpee and Caretaker scenes? Idk man, but I’m a sucker for a bath scene where Caretaker is washing the blood and filth out of Whumpee’s hair, and then gently detangles their knots with a wide-tooth comb- being extra careful as to not pull Whumpee’s hair.
I’m a sucker for Caretaker cautiously washing Whumpee’s wounds and carefully scrubbing dried blood and smeared dirt off their body with delicate and attentive hands.
I’m a sucker for Catetaker tending to Whumpee’s wounds, applying ointment and bandages to cuts and gashes, paying extra attention to any that may be infected.
I’m a sucker for Caretaker helping Whumpee dress into some comfy jam-jams and tucking them into bed with a mug of hot tea and some painkillers, and maybe even a melatonin gummy to help Whumpee sleep though the night.
I’m a sucker for Caretaker staying with Whumpee until they fall asleep and holding their hand in an act of comfort and support if they want or need it.
I’m a sucker for a Caretaker doing Caretaker things because it’s just so wholesome and endearing and I think we could all use a little more care in our lives.
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"Disabled people should be allowed to be as independent as we can be" and "disabled people should not be pressured to be hyper-independent in order to not wind up in nursing homes against our will" are two thoughts that can, and should, exist at the same time.
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puppetmaster13u · 5 months
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Prompt 102
 Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. In for ten seconds, out for eight. Alright. Okay. “Let me get this straight,” he didn’t motion to the three teens- or not teens even if two apparently looked like they were- but it was a close thing. “You-” 
 Phantom perked up, white hair flickering with what he was pretty sure were stars as they turned away from the window looking out into space. “-are two years old.” The fae-esque being who looked more like a fourteen year old gave a half-distracted nod. Which, for a toddler, they were paying attention pretty well. 
 “You-” Klarion looked up from where he was fiddling with the cuffs that had been on him, cat sprawled on his shoulder now that it was out of the carrier. “-are six?” Another distracted nod, the apparently-child seemingly enamored with the sounds the cuffs made when they clinked together. 
  “And you-” He turned towards Marvel, who shrank back before seemingly steeling themself. “-are in fact ten.” The… well they had thought demigod but apparently all three were some sort of realms-being, which had apparently made Constantine pale and start cursing before stomping out of the Watchtower. Another nod and shaky thumbs up. 
 Alright. Okay. They had in fact let a ten-year old join the league, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they had known. Especially the fact that apparently Marvel was only half-human, which suddenly explained so much about how he didn’t know so many things about a human life. Which-
 “You,” he turned towards Phantom again to make sure he was listening before returning his attention to Marvel. “And you have both lived at least a year in the human realm with human companions, but your-” He turned his gaze towards the ravenette in the center. The six year old apparently. “-experience with the human realm is literally just with the Light.” 
 Yet another distracted nod. Okay. Bruce was tempted to scream in a room for the entire situation that had cropped up from the single action of taking Klarion’s familiar and then the boy himself into custody. Then again, it was honestly a much better thing they had apparently caught this. 
 “Alright,” he sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted. “To make sure I have all of this correct-” Because it was already a shitshow and the amount of shouting had absolutely spooked the child. To the point he’d- according to Marvel- made what was apparently some sort of very distressed noise that had made both him and Phantom running. Or rather flying and portaling. 
 “-in the realms, people there make friends through fighting,” Bruce pauses to make sure he got that part correct. The origin of this entire misunderstanding with the chaos-lord. Lordling? 
 All three nodded, Klarion losing interest in the cuffs and starting to pet his cat. Familiar. Everyone had referred to it as a familiar and Marvel had appeared utterly horrified that they had taken said familiar away. Somehow he was the one the trio were currently trusting and weren’t doing the same towards any of the other league members. 
 “And you have been trying to make friends with the Jr team, which they have been taking as an attack due to this miscommunication.” Honestly they should have gotten more information, though he couldn’t exactly blame any of the teens, what with everything they were currently dealing with. 
 “... is there any sort of guardian or something you might have, that can be contacted? Or anyone that could help prevent a situation like this from happening again?” All three avoided his eyes, suddenly finding things like the table and walls very interesting. 
 Oh. Hm. This could be a problem.
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Steve walking around with a hair tie on his wrist all the time. He has no use for it and Robin doesn’t either since she cut her hair, but he’s picked up on the fact that 99% of the time Eddie doesn’t have one so he knows sooner or later, he’ll end up handing it over and replacing it with a new one on his wrist the next time he leaves his house
Eddie has the neurodivergent thing where one minute he’s fine with his hair down but then when he gets stressed and overstimulated suddenly all it’s going to take to push him over the edge into a sensory overload meltdown is one more piece of hair touching his neck at the wrong moment. But he also forgets to bring hair ties and even when he remembers, he can’t find where he left them and even when he can, he hates the feel of them squeezing his wrist all day so they don’t last that long there
It takes a while before Eddie even realizes that Steve’s specifically stocking them for him. At first, Steve just holds them out when Eddie gets overwhelmed to the point of holding his hair off his neck with both hands because he once again doesn’t have anything to tie it up with. And at first Eddie just figures Steve has them lying around from the girls he hooks up with or something, but he doesn’t really think about it much. It isn’t until Eddie’s stressed instinct is to turn to Steve and find him already holding a hair tie out like he can somehow sense that he’s going to need it that Eddie starts to question why he always has one, no matter how many Eddie takes and wears once before losing them to the void in his van or locker or bedroom never to be seen again
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thatorangedrank · 1 year
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Little is Alyx 👎🏻
Little is Penny 👎🏻
Little is a reflection of Ruby in Vol.1 and is a physical representation of “healing your inner child” 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
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letitbehurt · 3 months
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Love a Caretaker who is technically awful, and about to do something undeniably illegal or amoral, but comes across an injured Whumpee instead.
Maybe Whumpee’s just run from a fight they couldn’t win and they’re bleeding out, hardly able to stand up on their own, and Caretaker is a lot of things but they’re not a monster, they won’t just leave Whumpee there to die. But they will be complaining about how heavy Whumpee is all the way to the hospital.
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blackbrass · 10 months
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younger Bailey with Robin and PC
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[Tuvok & Janeway: Control, Distance, Duty & Connection.] Sources: St Voyager Transcripts / Mitski 'First Love Late Spring' / Disco Elysium
#web weaving#star trek web weaving#st voyager#Kathryn Janeway#Tuvok#be the change you want to see in the world - make a long post about Tuvok & Janeway's similarities <- angel on my shoulder#I feel like a lot of people see them as 'opposites attract' sort of friends where Janeway is unhinged & Tuvok reigns her in#but in reality I think that while there is that element in there (exacerbated HEAVILY by their delta quad circumstances)#what I see most in their relationship is how they both value loyalty and duty above all and are extremely rigid with themselves#and the people around them. How they both have to maintain distance from others bc of their positions as captain & vulcan#I hate when people dismiss Tuvok as not being remotely interested in Maryana or Noss - it erases an interesting struggle that he and Janewa#both share - their desire to stay loyal to their spouses vs the 70 years of loneliness that that loyalty demands of them#But they BOTH triumph and they BOTH remain loyal (Tuvok until he returns to T'Pel and Janeway until Mark informs her that it's over)#and for both of them it's a little bit insane for them to do that.#Isn't it more interesting that Janeway and Tuvok both have feelings for people other than their spouses but don't give in#to that temptation?#They're both people who live very fastidiously by codes. Either written codes or moral codes - they very rarely if ever do things because#it's what THEY want to do. I'd say they're the least emotion-driven members of the crew and yes I'm including Seven because Seven#has a very...how to describe? It's a blunt and insular selfishness. She does what SHE wants to do and doesn't really care about others.#To me that's emotion-driven. Or...personal desire-driven? Not a bad thing at all but very different from Janeway & Tuvok who#are always more 'this is logical' or 'this is for the crew' rarely do they think 'this is what I want' bc they can't afford to#for different reasons (captain & vulcan)#they both also are in the most 'caretaking' positions on the ship from my POV. Security and Captain - both are directly in charge of#ship and crew safety.#Janeway & Tuvok#star trek voyager#st voy#when I say caretaking I'm NOT saying they're everyone's mom and dad or whatever - I'm saying they're in positions where they always#have to think about the greater good and the crew as a whole and how much danger is acceptable etc etc.#Janeway is always killing herself for the crew but Tuvok is right there beside her
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elisedonut · 27 days
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thinking about Pre-canon and Pre-Hogwarts Percy, Fred and George dynamics
I know I've said it before but once again thinking about them following him around like little ducks
Like He goes outside they want to go outside
he's reading in the living room they want to play in the living room and inevitably end up somehow ruining his book
he's sent on an errand to a neighbor's house they try to sneak out to follow
Like this only lasts until Percy starts going to Hogwarts because even if they don't say it they felt abandoned by it
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The Things We Do For Love- Part 4
Part 3
Hero sat on the bed, dumbfounded. It was a lie, it had to be a lie. Villain wouldn’t do this…they wouldn’t. They didn’t even hear the knock on the door.
“Hero?”
Hero recognized Villain’s voice, but they didn’t look up. Villain crossed the room and stood in front of them. Hero avoided their gaze.
“I can only imagine how you must be feeling,” Villain started, “I want you to know that I did it because I lo-”
“Don’t,” Hero bit out, “don’t finish that sentence. You ruined everything. This was my choice, and you took it away from me.”
“That wasn’t a choice, Hero, that was a suicide!” Villain countered, “there’s another way to do this without you being a sacrifice.”
“Well, I guess we’ll never find out, since you just rejoined forces with Supervillain,” Hero spat.
“Hero, please listen to me- just let me explain things-”
“No. Villain, if you want there to be a chance that I ever speak to you again, you’ll leave me alone.”
Villain opened their mouth to speak, then closed it. They sighed.
“…I’ll bring you breakfast in a little bit.”
Villain left the room, gently closing the door behind them. Hero waited for their footsteps to fade before dissolving into a heap of sobs. They were so close to saving everyone, and Villain- their Villain- had snatched it away. The worst part was, as angry as they were, they couldn’t fault Villain entirely. If Villain was the one to die and Hero had the same opportunity to save them, they would probably make the same choice. Still, the thought of Supervillain controlling everything with an iron fist because of Villain’s actions…well, it wasn’t comforting.
Villain started making Hero’s breakfast. They were about to bring it up to them when Supervillain sauntered into the kitchen.
“I see why you chose the right side,” Supervillain said, “they’re quite the little motivator. You’d do anything for them.”
Villain nodded quietly. Supervillain smirked and left the kitchen. Villain discreetly slid a thin, metal object into Hero’s stack of pancakes.
“Anything,” they agreed.
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generic-whumper · 9 months
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Caretaker & Whumpee Introduction Ideas/ Prompts (Stranger Edition):
Instances where Caretaker stumbles upon a poor little helpless whumpee, what will they do? (Okay so this one turned more into a rescue whump scenario than just a confused, rando Caretaker situation- still strangers though!)
(TW: Implied/referenced past torture, defiant and feral whumpee, restraints and gag)
Caretaker marched into the room searching for Whumpee- there, their eyes meet. Whumpee defiantly lashes out, acting on their only measure of self preservation, unaware that Caretaker is here to help. Whumpee pulls on their wrist restraints, digging them deeper into their already raw, lacerated wounds surrounded by blue and black bruised skin- the skin discoloration peaks behind dried smeared blood covering more areas of their body than it doesn’t.
Whumpee tries to yell and scream in an attempt to scare off this stranger who is sure to be some associate of Whumper’s, despite the gag in their mouth that does not allow a single intelligible word to escape their sore, drooling mouth. Their jaw feels nearly locked open from 24 hours spent in the ball gag.
Caretaker looks down at Whumpee with sympathitic pity as they take a key out of their pocket that unlocks Whumpee’s restraints. Whumpee sees this, but they are still stuck in a panicked survival mode and continue to scream muffled profanities at Caretaker as they unlatch their shackles. As Caretaker frees one of Whumpee’s arms, they begin hitting and clawing Caretaker because the only thing worse that being chained to the wall is when they are dragged out to the middle of the room, promising nothing but senseless beatings that last for hours on end- tortured for no reason other than to satisfy Whumper’s sadistic blood lust.
Caretaker ignores Whumpee’s weak blows, barely feeling any impact from Whumpee’s fists as adrenaline surges through their veins, numbing their pain responses. Caretaker is set on freeing Whumpee and getting them to safety no matter what it takes. Caretaker will drag Whumpee out kicking and screaming- the only thing mattering is Whumpee rescued from this fucking dungeon and freed from the grasp of Whumper. Whatever injuries Caretaker gets in the process will heal.
Caretaker knows they’ll be able to sleep well tonight once they complete their job, knowing that Whumpee is safe at last after months of searching- that is, assuming that this rescue mission will be successful.
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Even with their growing collection of wounds that throb in various degrees of pain, Whumpee does their best to feign sleep. It's hard to keep a lax expression and limp muscles when every fiber in their being was experiencing some sort of discomfort. Still, they tried. They didn't clench their fists until their whole arms trembled, they didn't squeeze their eyes shut, they didn't quicken their breathing...
So why won't Whumper hurry up and go away!?
Whumpee didn't need to open their eyes to know Whumper was still standing over where they had curled up on the floor, their menacing presence making itself known. Giving up the ruse now would only invite some type of punishment for outright ignoring Whumper, or perhaps they would 'awaken' to a teasing smirk that showed Whumper knew they were faking the entire time. Poor Whumpee couldn't even shudder at the thought lest their captor assumed they were coming out of slumber, ready to start the torment anew.
No, instead they heard the shuffle of fabric as Whumper dropped down to crouch on their haunches, a little closer in height to Whumpee's fetal position. Were they examining for a closer look, trying to determine if this was genuine sleep or unconsciousness, plotting their devious idea of how to bring Whumpee's nightmare into reality? The gnawing anxiety in Whumpee's throat that begged to be released in a whimper was almost too much to bear. Perhaps they should drop the act, get whatever Whumper wanted over w-
A warm hand carded through Whumpee's hair. Not roughly, not ripped through the knots or gripping the base of their scalp to yank their neck to the side. The fingers merely glided through, tucking a few strands out of Whumpee's face and smoothing the frizzier sections down with a couple pets. The same hand moved further down to cup their cheek, Whumper's thumb rubbing against the skin to wipe away the remaining grime that hadn't been washed off by tears.
God, Whumpee was just about ready to combust. There was no way Whumper couldn't feel the tension in their jaw from how tightly they were biting down. As much as they were trying to school their facial muscles into neutrality, the unpleasantness of this entire interaction had to be plain as day on their face. It was tempting to snap their eyes open and give Whumper a good shove backwards just to get them the hell away.
What kind of sick game was this anyhow? Who did Whumper think they were fooling with these sweet gestures? Whumpee knew what those hands currently caressing them were capable of. They had experienced far more pain than gentleness, the latter being nonexistent during their captivity. It was unlikely Whumper had a sudden change of heart, yet whatever taunting they were trying to bait Whumpee with was going on for quite a while without a punchline. There was no sudden pinch or verbal admission they knew Whumpee was awake, no thumb digging into their eye socket, no fistful of their hair being yanked up and slammed back down on the floor.
In fact, just a moment of soft touching later, Whumper withdrew their hand and...left. Footsteps faded back and out of the room, punctuated by the sound of the door quietly being shut behind them and a couple locks clicking in place to ensure Whumpee remained inside. It took another full minute of stillness before Whumpee had the courage to open their eyes and confirm they were indeed alone, no more marred than they had been earlier prior to their attempted nap.
How the fuck were they doing to get any rest after that?
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puppetmaster13u · 10 hours
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Prompt 293
Jason takes a deep breath. He takes a deep breath, in for ten seconds, out for eight, and just takes a minute before looking again. Nope, there’s still the strange quartet of orbs in the box of what should be stolen weapons (What, the government had enough, honestly) that gave his workers the heebie-jeebies. 
Which is not the vibe he gets from them. In fact, he’s actually kind of concerned with how much he has to beat the Pit back with how quickly it lurches to latch onto the… Well they’re not gems, and he’s a little wary about touching them at first, but the Pit does seem to settle when he does.
Alright, he can deal with this. It’s not like he has several heads in a duffel bag that needs to be delivered or a tiny assassin child back in his safehouse (Seriously Talia, why was he the preferred babysitter?) or an entire gang in Crime Alley to deal with. It’ll be fine. 
He would like to curse out his past self, because there’s now four babies in his safehouse that appeared to have fucking hatched from the orbs. Goddamnit. 
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Caretakers that go
um
you're sad, I don't
what should I do
what should I do oh god I'm terrible at comforting people but
hey uh
wanna have some candy??
oh no why are you crying
I'm sorry please don't cry
oh okay um you're welcome
do you want some more??
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tomwambsgans · 10 months
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tomgreg is not "i could fix him" nor "i could make him worse" but "i could make him feel like a real person." from both ends.
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