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chiharuuu22 · 3 months
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Shhhh! Keep your voice down and don't be loud. Whumpee is sleeping (or has just fallen asleep).
In Caretaker's arms after being rescued.
In a hospital bed in a recovery ward (or perhaps an ICU) after receiving care and treatment or perhaps emergency surgery.
On a bed in a room in a recovery house. Bonus points for the house are that the house belongs to the Caretaker and the bed BELONGS TO CARETAKER (AND CARETAKER'S BEDROOM)!!!!
In the passenger seat. Sleep on your back in the back seat or sleep in a half-sitting position after the seat is lowered slightly on the driver's side seat. Bonus points Caretaker puts on the jacket or coat to cover Whumpee.
On the sofa in front of the fireplace.
In a wheelchair while taking a leisurely walk.
On the couch on the terrace.
On the Caretaker's lap. Bonus points with the accompaniment of Caretaker's soft voice lulling Whumpee to sleep and caressing Whumpee's hair.
Sleep leaning on the Caretaker's shoulder when sitting side by side. Bonus points when they are in a discussion with the team members and Whumpee suddenly falls asleep exhausted.
Anything you want to add?
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solar-eclippse · 2 months
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Oh, to love a living weapon. A being whose entire identity centers around violence, who finds far too much comfort in being an attack dog, a source of hurt, because embracing violence means they have SOME form of agency. Oh, to love someone who has been broken down for years upon years, until they're more scar than skin. And maybe they don't want to heal. Maybe they don't know how. Maybe they adore their abuser too much to even consider breaking away from them. They have always known that they're something dangerous, and they have finally found someone who is happy to make use of their violence. They're more than willing to be broken down, in exchange for finding a place to belong.
Oh, to love a living weapon. To love a monster, an attack dog. They're kneeling at your feet, and their grin is hesitant, their fingers shaking, because they only ever want to be loved. If you don't provide that affection, they might just fall apart.
You wash the blood off their hands. Whatever messed up dynamic goes on between them and their handler isn't any of your business. You're the one who takes care of them afterwards.
Oh, to love a living weapon. Oh, to kiss their cuts and bruises.
You embrace them for what they are - not despite of it.
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youneedsomeprompts · 10 months
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~ I GOT YOU ~ PROTECTIVE PROMPTS
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requested by: @rainywolfden & anonymous request: protective prompts. especially some family based ones, but just scenarios where one character thinks they need to protect another character would be nice
Feel free to use and reblog!
defending the other when someone says something only slightly criticising about them
"You take that back!"
jumping in front of the other, no matter whether they're being physically or verbally attacked
putting a hand on the other's shoulder to show their support
not accepting hate/critique of the other because no one knows their real struggle
"I actually think A is doing a great job. You shouldn't judge when you know nothing."
getting furious when someone takes advantage of the other's weaknesses
noticing the other struggle without them having to say a word
always feeling responsible to protect their younger sibling(s)
never letting their children out of sight because something could happen in these two seconds
"Leave my baby alone!"
accompanying the other home at night
looking out for potential dangers all the time
comforting the other as soon as they're alone
"Hey! What did you just say to my sibling/child/friend/etc.?!"
seeking the one who hurt the other to take revenge
"You messed with the wrong one!"
not leaving the other's side 'just in case'
only stepping in when the other can't handle it anymore
"You've got some real nerve."
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meltyphos · 4 months
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just a caretaker cradling a crying, hyperventilating whumpee in their arms. whispering reassuring things and hushes in whumpees ear as they rock them in their embrace, letting whumpee know that they're safe
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pendarling · 9 months
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Soft Caretaker & Tough Whumpee
Caretaker working up the courage to ask Whumpee if they want to have their bandages changed because they're too terrified of their ominous presence.
When Whumpee burns themselves and they don't feel the pain because of their high tolerance and it's Caretaker that freaks out and cries over it
When Caretaker is the one that has the dreadful nightmares of losing Whumpee
"What? Doesn't that hurt...?"
Reassuring Caretaker when they are so certain Whumpee has grown cold and distant after the torturous events
Whumpee that humours themselves using their trauma, and Caretaker growing uncomfortable
"Caretaker, this reminds me of when Whumper tried to brand me so I broke Whumper's wrist. It was hilarious, you should've seen their face."
When Whumpee is over the pain already and just wants to eat something while Caretaker is unable to comprehend how someone is so relaxed
Whumpee that has a revenge plan immediately after being freed and not afraid at all to go after their attacker(s)
Whumpee that slowly begins to act like their Whumper(s) and Caretaker is noticing it
Sitting alone together and Caretaker is too afraid of Whumpee to move a muscle
"I can do it myself." "But both your legs are broken." "I can still walk."
Slapping away needles and Caretaker just accepting that they won't listen
Punching, kicking, etc... when being touched out of reflex and then apologizing
"Yeah, Whumpee is a handful."
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a-crumb-of-whump · 3 months
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Content: PTSD/trauma, begging, recovery.
"Can't we stay up a little longer?" Whumpee whispered as they pulled their knees to their chest. Caretaker frowned at them, though not in a disproving manner. Just concerned. "Please?"
Careful to remain within Whumpee's line of sight, they shuffled towards them and put a hand on their shoulder. "Why don't you wanna go to sleep, Whumpee? You've done this every night since you got home."
They were silent for a moment, as if contemplating their answer. After a moment, however, tears welled in their eyes. "Whumper keeps showing up in my dreams. Telling me t'come home 'n' that they love me 'n' stuff. I just want it to stop, so... I haven't been sleeping."
They sniffled. "Please? Just a little longer?"
"Sure," Caretaker agreed after a slight hesitation. "A little longer, it is."
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echoingalaxies · 8 months
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"Close your eyes."
Said Caretaker to dying whumpee, caressing their hair, trying to make their last moments as peaceful and comfortable as possible.
Said Caretaker to scared Whumpee, holding a knife to Whumper's throat, about to make sure they never lay their hand on Whumpee again but wanting to spare Whumpee from witnessing any more violence.
Said Caretaker to injured Whumpee, cupping their chin and guiding their head up, not letting Whumpee look at the wounds covering their body.
Said Caretaker to sleepy Whumpee, who fears falling asleep because of all the traumatic nightmares they know they'll have, but with Caretaker by their side, whispering all kinds of reassurements, they might be okay.
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sleepyiswhumping · 29 days
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A Rope That Could Never Be Removed
Content: Scars, Death Scare, Shitty Teammate, Caretaker x Whumpee (maybe? idk)
@whumperofworlds told me to write this after I came up with some scraps of an idea, so here we are. I'm much better at concepts, ideas and frameworks than I am at actually writing so it's not great, but I hope it's still enjoyable.
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Caretaker rushed into the cell, breathing heavily. Looking around frantically, they spotted Whumpee, a crumpled figure in the corner. Dropping to the floor, they cradled Whumpee’s limp, lifeless form in their arms. 
“Hey, Whumpee? H-hey. You’re okay. We’ve-we’ve got you.”
Whumpee didn’t respond. 
Brushing Whumpee’s ratty hair out of their face, Caretaker desperately tried to spot signs of life. Eyes flitting beneath their lids, a small twitch of their nose, anything. But there was nothing. Panicking, Caretaker shifted, moving the ropes wrapped around Whumpee’s neck to the side, and, far too easily, lifted Whumpee until their ear was against Whumpee’s chest.
“Nonononono. C’mon, c’mon. Please-please be okay. Please.”
There. There. A heartbeat. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but there. Whumpee was alive. Thank fuck. Sighing, Caretaker slumped back with relief, then gently caressed Whumpee’s cheek. 
“Hey… Whumpee?”
Whumpee shifted slightly, then whimpered. Their eyes fluttered open, tiredly glancing around before locking onto Caretaker’s face. A tiny, weak smile slowly appeared on their grimy, bruised face. Whumpee tried to speak, but could only manage a sputtering, gravelly cough.
“Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re okay, baby. Don’t speak, save your voice. We’re-we’re gonna get you out of here.” Caretaker murmured softly to Whumpee, reassuring them.
“Let’s-let’s get these ropes off you.”
As Caretaker struggled with Whumpee’s bonds, Teammate slinked into the cell.
“Hey hey. Whumper’s taken care of, Caretaker. We’re all clear.” they said, peering over Caretaker’s shoulder at Whumpee.
Caretaker had already managed to get the ropes off Whumpee’s neck and ankles, and were working at the bonds around their wrists.
Frowning, Teammate scoffed. “Really? Look at that. No injuries, no nothin’. We went through all this trouble to save someone that didn’t even bother fighting back? Not worth it.”
Caretaker blanched, horrified. “Stop it, Teammate.” As they worked the last of the rope off Whumpee’s wrists, they continued to admonish Teammate. “How could you say something like that? They’ve been through–”
Caretaker trailed off, and Teammate gasped, as the ropes fell off Whumpee’s wrists. As the two finally took a good look at Whumpee, they realised that Whumpee did fight back. The scars proved it. 
From the old, smooth, rubbery scars that twined around their ankles to the gnarled, knotted scars that marred their forearms, it was clear Whumpee had fought. They had struggled against their restraints, tugging, pulling, twisting, trying to get the ropes off.
And now, even after they had been removed, everyone would forever be reminded of the horrors Whumpee had gone through. The scars on their ankles and wrists could be concealed, but the thick, silvery, twisted scar that encircled their neck was too visible. A permanent mark of Whumper’s possession.
A rope that could never be removed.
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generic-whumperz · 8 months
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auroragehenna · 3 months
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I think we spare our Caretakers too much from bystander trauma✨
If you capture your Caretakers alongside your Caretakers don‘t be shy. Give them the trauma from watching Whumpee get whumped! Make them suffer!!
Think of the possibilities!!
Guilt! Imposter Syndrome/pushing their own suffering down (how do they have the right to feel this bad after all they weren‘t hurt)! Do they become overly clingy toward Whumpee?! Paranoid?! Overprotective! Does Whumpee get what‘s going on!? Or do they get mad?! Confused?! Guilty?!
Just sheisbkd. Don‘t spare them✨✨
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chiharuuu22 · 3 months
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During the healing process, Whumpee needed many things, both for physical and mental healing. What are they?
Rest. Of course. There is no need to explain anymore. A good rest would restore Whumpee's body and mind after all his stress and suffering.
Calmness. From the environment and the people around Whumpee. Apart from the hospital, an isolation house far from the hustle and bustle of the chaotic city would be a good place to support Whumpee's recovery. Maybe a Caretaker's house would be better.
Medical. Medication is consumed to support healing (antibiotics, vitamins, painkillers, etc.). Medical equipment was used during the treatment and healing period. Professional medical personnel will care for Whumpee until he is completely healed.
Foods high in nutrition. Of course, it's easy to digest. Healthy food usually doesn't taste good, but it's the Caretaker's job to make the food able to whet Whumpee's appetite.
Water. There is no need to ask. Hydration is very important for Whumpee's body as it recovers.
Snack. Taking medicine every day definitely makes Whumpee bored. A little snack will help. The cookies, candy, or chocolate that Whumpee eats after swallowing the bitter medicine will make him smile.
Fresh air and morning sunshine. Many people say that fresh air and morning sunlight are also good medicine for recovery. Taking a breath and basking in the cool of the morning would be great for Whumpee.
Clean clothes. Replace every two times a day.
Bathe. Bathing in the morning and evening makes the body fresh and clean. Maybe at first, Caretaker won't immediately pour water but will wipe Whumpee's body with soapy water.
Straighten hair. Maybe cut it when Whumpee starts to get better. Apart from making it look fresher, Whumpee will also feel comfortable.
Comfort items. Plusies, stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, photos, scent, or anything else that can keep Whumpee calm and comfortable during the recovery period.
A change of scenery during recovery will also be helpful. Occasionally moving Whumpee to the living room, sitting him in the dining room, accompanying him on the terrace, or taking him to sit on the grass in the garden will make Whumpee feel better.
Light and pleasant conversation. Don't expect to be able to interrogate Whumpee during the recovery period if you don't want to be shouted at by Caretaker.
Touch. Whumpee is definitely touch-starved. A holding hand, a caress on the cheek, a stroking of the hair, a light kiss on the forehead, a hug, or a backrest when sitting will be what Whumpee really needs.
Calming sentences. Simple sentences that make Whumpee feel safe, such as "It's okay, you're safe", "I'm here", "no one will hurt you anymore", "I will take care of you", "it was just a dream, it's all over", "just rest, don't think about anything", "go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up", "you did a good job", "I'm proud of you", "thank you for coming back to me," "I'm happy you are here," "I love you," and others.
Caretaker. There is no need to ask. Caretaker is the "medicine" that Whumpee needs most for his healing.
Anything you want to add?
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solar-eclippse · 13 days
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There's something very appealing about a conditioned/long-time (or even life-long) whumpee talking to a new acquaintance or friend, or even a future caretaker, and casually talking about the horrors they go through at the hands of their beloved owner. They don't understand why their new friend is looking so horrified. After all, this is normal! Right? ... right?
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whumpiswonderful · 3 months
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Ok but like- caretake rescuing whumpee and being so close to breakdown they can only hold them as they are half conscious and THEN the other teammate 1 is like “yo their coming we gotta-“ and they just can’t- so teammate 2 breaks it to them gently “caretaker we gotta go. Come on. We have them, we can keep them safe now, but we gotta get them out of here.”
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dainluvr · 1 year
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Whumpee who gets super drunk and tells Caretaker all the things Whumper did to them, their eyes slowly filling with tears, things that they’d never say if they were sober. And Caretaker is horrified.
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pendarling · 11 months
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Stockholm Syndrome + Whump
Becoming quiet when asked, sitting still, eating and speaking as told to
When Whumpee convinces themselves that they love Whumper and it's for the best
Whumpers who let their Whumpee do anything after begging
“Escape? From what? Everything I need is right here.”
Cooking, cleaning or fulfilling other tasks without being asked
When Whumper feeds into Whumpee’s delusion that they are fine
“You’re safe with me, right? Because you trust me.” “Of course I do.”
Caretaker who tries to explain to Whumpee that they aren’t safe but Whumper acts so innocent and gentle that it makes Caretaker look bad
Whumpees who deny they were kidnapped or forget that part completely
Not being able to remember how life was like without Whumper
“Please, I need you.” “Oh, goodness. I know you do, I know…”
Whumper telling Whumpee false stories and using those times as a reason to ask for favours
Purposely making Whumpee fall sick constantly just to revive them again and overtime Whumpee becomes reliant on them
“Sorry… for always… being a burden…” “You know only I care about you, Whumpee.”
Whumpee feeling more sympathetic for Whumper when they share their (probably fake) backstory with them to get an emotional reaction
Not being able to sleep without Whumper near them
“You’re acting unusual. Less… fighting, more submitting”
Holding, gripping or touching Whumper so they know they aren’t alone
When Whumpee’s Stockholm Syndrome is so bad it gives Whumper Lima Syndrome
Neither Whumpee or Whumper lookout for reports on the news anymore
“You don’t believe a word they say?” “Not even for a minute.” “You must really like my company then, huh?”
Waking up with nightmares of what happened in the past and then being unable to recall what it was about
Forcing Whumpee to become compliant on the notion that somebody else’s life is at risk
Whumpee faking Stockholm syndrome and feeling disgusted at everything they say or do
^^^ Whumper catching them faking it!
^^^ Instead of confronting them they just make Whumpee do a lot of things to humiliate them until they really do give in
Part 2
───✱*.。:。✱*.:。✧*.。✰ ───
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tildeathiwillwrite · 4 months
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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 18: Fainting
TW: fainting
Caretaker eyed Whumpee worriedly as they smacked into the table for the fifth time that day. They’d been clumsier than usual, their complexion more pale, and every so often, they’d press their hand to their forehead in sudden pain. But when Caretaker asked them if they were alright, Whumpee only smiled and shook their head as if nothing was wrong.
But Caretaker knew Whumpee too well.
“Why the hell do you keep following me around?” Whumpee finally demanded. Caretaker had just carried a laundry basket into the living room, where they were sitting and reading.
Caretaker glanced up at them innocently. “Following you around?”
“Literally every time I change rooms, there you are, doing something or other in the same room! Even if I go to the bathroom, you’re waiting outside. What’s your deal?”
Dropping the laundry basket onto the ground, Caretaker plopped onto the couch and pulled out a gray shirt. “Can a simple ‘I’m worried about you’ suffice?”
“I told you: I’m fine!” Whumpee snapped. “I don’t need you fussing over me like a mother hen!”
“Are you sure…?” Caretaker questioned as they finished folding the gray shirt and set it aside. “Because you’ve been acting off all day….”
Anger and annoyance flashed on Whumpee’s face. “Fine! You know what, I have been feeling off!” They jumped to their feet, their book shoved aside. “And it’s nothing, because I’m just tired. That’s all! There, are you ha—”
A strange look crossed their face, and they staggered, hands thrown out for balance. “I…” they mumbled, eyes rollling up in their head, “I…”
Caretaker jumped up, the pair of jeans forgotten, and sprinted to them as their knees buckled underneath their weight. They barely managed to catch Whumpee before their head slammed into the hard edge of their chair.
“Whumpee?”
Caretaker carefully lowered them to the ground, trying not to panic. Sure, they’d been worried about Whumpee’s health, but they hadn’t expected anything like this! Thankfully, Whumpee was still breathing, and after a few clumsy attempts, Caretaker managed to find their pulse.
Releasing a long, slow breath, Caretaker rocked back on their heels. They couldn’t think of anything else they’d need to do for someone who’d fainted, but then again, they'd never been in this situation before now. Probably best to wait until Whumpee woke up.
If they woke up.
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