#caretaker blog

[crypt-grotto]

Good Morning Puppy! Did you sleep well? ah- nuh uh. You can't go back to sleep.

Get up silly. Drink your water, brush those sharp teeth.

once you're done, we can go on a nice walk! mhm, now get ready.

[whumpercars]

you know what whump trope I love?

the same dialogue being used for both whumper and caretaker, but in very different contexts!

“This’ll hurt,” (Before being tortured / before taking off a Bandaid)

“Don’t move.” (While whumper restrains them / while caretaker brushes their hair)

“Quiet down.” (Whumper yelling at sobbing whumpee / caretaker gently shushing excited whumpee)

“They’re not coming for you.” (Whumper telling them no one will save them / Caretaker telling them no one will kidnap them)

“I’m only trying to help.” (Whumper pretending to take care of them / Caretaker actually taking care of them)

“You’ll never see them again.” (Whumper mocking them / Caretaker reassuring them)

[the-samcrifice]

"Ghnnn!" Whumpee cried out, Whumper slamming their body to the floor. They could barely see straight as Whumper tilted their head up to look them in the eyes.

"ooo, look at you-" Whumper began to say, but they were cut off by their own cronies.

"Whumper, Caretaker is here. With reinforcements." They said.

Whumpee's heart sang. Whumper on the other hand, snarled, hand fisting the front of their shirt, bringing them face to face.

"This facility is hidden. There is NO WAY Caretaker would've found us." They snarled, slamming Whumpee against the wall. "I'll ask you one time. What. Did. You. Do."

[slippedtheknot]

"Easy, Easy, it's Okay,"

When Caretaker opened the door, cold air hit them in the face. Caretaker took their time scanning the cell; their eyes examining the metal bars that allowed the frigidness to enter and the concrete walls that added to Caretaker's feeling of disgust. Nothing in there gave hints of human life, and yet...

Caretaker gasped and almost dropped their gun when they saw a chain connected to the wall that disappeared into a small, human body shivering.

A shaky breath leaves Caretaker as they slowly approach; holstering their weapon when they let their knees hit the ground. "Hey, um, I'm Caretaker. Can you turn over for me? Please?"

Whumpee gave no indication of hearing them, so Caretaker knelt with hesitant hands hovering inches away. "I can...turn you over? If you're unable?"

Caretaker's heart sank when Whumpee let out a high-pitched whine from their warm hand settling on their shoulder.

"Easy, easy, it's okay." Caretaker wrapped his arm around Whumpee's body and pulled him into his lap for more warmth.

Whumpee immediately relaxed in Caretaker's hold and started sobbing from relief.

"Sh sh, I know, I know, it's all alright now." Caretaker started rocking and rubbing Whumpee's back. "You're safe."

[villain-enthusiast]

TOUCH-STARVED HERO RAHH.

.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine, actually,” the hero muttered from their sloppy position on the ground, though the oozing gash slicing across their torso and the fresh bruises circling their throat said otherwise.

The villain arched a brow, crouching down so they were eye level with the hero. “Do you think I’m dumb?”

The hero glowered at them. “Seems like you're deaf, actually. I said I’m fine,” they snapped, even as pain shuddered through their battered body. “Now if you could just get out of my way—,”

“Darling, please. You couldn’t stand up even if you tried, let alone walk yourself halfway across the city to your apartment.” The villain smirked at the hero’s deepening scowl, but the teasing flair didn't quite reach their eyes. “Let me do you a small favor while I’m here, at least.”

The hero bared their teeth. “Fuck off. I don’t need your stupid healing powers. You'll probably turn this into one of your idiotic bargains—," A harsh coughing fit cut them off, rattling their chest.

They tasted blood on their tongue. Fuck.

“Gosh, so prideful." The villain sighed, tilting their head. "Oh look at that, you're bleeding." They lifted a hand and ran a thumb over their hero's lips, wiping away a smattering of blood that had spilled from their mouth.

The hero's breath hitched at the villain's touch, the smallest, most delicate of noises escaping them before they could stop themselves.

The villain paused, their brow furrowing as their gaze took in every little movement and detail of the hero's involuntary response.

The hero's jaw tightened. Every muscle in their body screamed at them to get away, but they couldn't move. Or was it that they didn't want to move? "Villain, I swear—,"

Then the villain’s hand was cupping their cheek, and the hero melted.

A desperate whimper tore from their throat, their head lolling into the cool touch of the villain's palm as all the pain and exhaustion radiating through their body suddenly evaporated.

They closed their eyes, feeling their face begin to burn with shame.

"Oh, sweetheart," the villain murmured. Their other hand swept through the matted strands of the hero's hair, working through the tangles.

The hero had to bite down on their lip so that they didn't make another embarrassing noise. So gentle. The villain's touch was so, so gentle. So at odds to their earlier opponent's strangling grip and blinding punches, so contrasting to gaping loneliness and helplessness of coming home to no one, of having to painfully stitch themselves up day after day after day...

The villain brushed away a tear that the hero didn't realize had fallen.

"Hey, look at me," the villain said softly, nudging their chin up. The hero blinked at them, fighting back a sob. "You need to let me heal you, okay? You're losing a lot of blood."

The hero swallowed, barely processing the villain's words, their brain entirely occupied by the hand still on their face—or maybe it was just the blood loss. "Yeah," they managed, voice hoarse. It felt like their vocal chords were coated in tar.

"I'm going to do your stomach first," the villain noted. "I need both my hands for this, alright?"

The hero nodded, ignoring the inevitable panic that shot through them at the sudden absence of the villain's touch, which returned almost immediately on the deep laceration on their lower torso.

The hero cringed, bracing for some kind of torturous, painful mending, but the villain's powers were warm, soft, like honey in a cup of hot tea or a crackling fireplace during a winter storm. God, how many years had it been since they'd felt so comforted?

A whimper escaped the hero once more. They tensed. Jesus fucking christ.

The villain cracked a smile as they worked. "Don't worry, love. You're not the first person I've healed that enjoys the feeling." They brushed a palm over the wound, weaving the hero's flesh and skin back together. "This is gonna scar, but at least you'll live to see another day, hm?"

The hero scoffed weakly, still drunk on the villain's magic.

The villain swept their hands over the hero's body, feeling for more damage. "Gosh, Hero," they hummed, "you get yourself into so much trouble, do so much for this pitiful city, and for what?" They placed their hands on the hero's battered neck, soothing the inflammation. "When's the last time someone took care of you?" they asked quietly, but the question seemed more for themselves than for the hero.

Several heartbeats passed before the villain pulled away, finished with their work. The hero couldn't stop themselves from chasing their touch, nearly toppling over.

The villain caught them before they hit the ground, chuckling. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you?"

The hero felt a lump form in their throat at the thought of the villain leaving. I'm not gonna make it home. Not without Villain. They squeezed their eyes shut, swallowing their pride. "Please," they whispered. "Take me home. All I ask."

"Don't need to ask me twice." The villain swept the hero up into their arms, smirking at their indignant (and exhausted) glare. "You're not walking, sorry. You're getting all my love and special treatment today." They winked, as if they were joking.

But as the villain paced their way to the hero's apartment, and as the hero began to fall asleep in their arms, they both knew it wasn't a joke.

[sugarsweetwriter]

Whumpee who's required to go to weekly therapy sessions.

Whumpee who takes hours of pleading with to finally get to the car, where they sit quietly for the whole car ride, stiff and uncomfortable.

Whumpee who clings to Caretaker's side for the whole therapy session, unwilling to let go of them even when it's supposed to be a one-on-one appointment.

Whumpee who practically runs back to the car the second the clock strikes whatever time the appointments supposed to end.

Caretaker who feels so guilty for having to drag Whumpee to these appointments while knowing how much Whumpee despises them.

Caretaker who takes Whumpee out to do something fun they enjoy after every appointment.

Caretaker who cuddles up with Whumpee on the bed/couch whenever they get home to watch a show or movie and give Whumpee their favourite food or snack.

[thriftyshark530]

"wait, don't hurt them please, please just hurt me instead" caretaker pleads, pulling against their restraints as they glance over to whumpee, before returning their gaze to whumper.

"Oh, darling..." Whumper growls as they hook a finger under caretakers chin, making caretaker look up at them.

"This is hurting you"

Caretaker can only scream and pull at their restraints as whumper's attention turns towards whumpee.

[cloudedcreams]

𝜗𝜚⋆ (unedited) thinking of a yandere caretaker who needs for you to depend on him.

tw: yandere, drugging

you had been sent to spend a few months in a mental asylum after having been falsely accused of torturing someone. the girl had looked you in the eyes as she made her claims, covered in self inflicted burn scars and cuts that she pinned on you. she deceived your family, painting you to be a psychopath and to live your life behind walls.

you never understood why she did so.

you’d been assigned to a caretaker. he never told you his name, so you referred to him simply as ‘sir’ or something along those lines. you asked him why he was there, and he told you that he had been tasked with monitoring you, ensuring your safety and ensuring the fact that you were okay.

you spent a lot of your days in boredom, tasked with trivial things, like drawing or folding origami. he sat in the corner as you did so sometimes, gazing at you with intent as he wrote down his observations. you wondered who he was showing them to, but he flipped the clipboard when you came too close.

it was a dull routine you held.

you were forced into medication. you had never understood the reason in which you were given pills, but had lacked the ability to decline. he had pushed them past your lips, plugging your nose with his fingers as you struggled and held your head back, forcing them into your throat.

you had choked, asking him why he had done so. he had stared at you calmly, giving you a half-hearted response.

“would you have taken them if it was in your control?”

his answer had made you angry. at yet you found you lacked the energy to complain, to hit him as you would have done so. upon noticing your hesitance he had smiled, holding you by your jaw as he noted down the expression on your face.

“ah, so they’re working. you feel fine now, don’t you?”

the pills made you tired, and you were prescribed to consume two every morning. they kept you from defiance and made it difficult for you to refuse. often even in the solitude you were forced into, you found yourself too exhausted to be able to ponder your escape.

he was happy with your compliance. he cleaned up after you, organising things for you as you used them, and fed you your meals when you felt your arms wouldn’t lift up. he tied your hair behind your ears with ribbons so they wouldn’t interfere with your recreation, and he tucked you into bed each night.

[p-seduonym]

The Little Light That Got Lost

A/N: My brain's got a burst of motivation so I tried to do something interesting for @cheust's Ghost Caretaker AU. Another Wayne OC but I tried to keep them gender neutral. Reader doesn't really show up but I imagine her as fem!. I kept it vague how she looks though.

THIS IS VERY EXPERIMENTAL. It's okay if you don't like it

Patient Name: Casey Wayne Date: [REDACTED] Session Number: [#1] Therapist: Johanna Hoffman Location: Gotham Pediatrician Clinic

Session Notes

Therapist’s Observations: During the initial introductions, the patient presented with a guarded demeanor, displaying limited eye contact and minimal spontaneous verbal engagement. However, when encouraged to engage in drawing, they responded positively, suggesting a potential avenue for further rapport-building and self-expression.

Transcript of Session:

Therapist (T): [Good Morning. My name is Doctor Hoffman. How are you feeling?]

Child (C): [Okay]

T: [That’s good, I’m happy to hear that. And I was told your name is Casey, right?]

C: [Yes]

T: [That’s a great name. You can call me Johanna if you’d like]

C: [Okay, Miss Johanna]

T: [ Oh, you don’t have to call me “Miss”--  just Johanna is fine]

C: (Nods silently)

T: [It’s very nice to meet you, Casey. How old are you?]

C: [I’m four, but I’m ‘bout to turn five]

T: [Wow, that’s exciting! You’ll be a big kid soon. Are you looking forward to it?]

C: (Pauses, then nods hesitantly)

T: Do you know what you want for your birthday?

C: (Shrugs) [Maybe a duck]

T: [A duck? That sounds cool! Is that your favorite animal?]

C: (Nods) [ I got one at home. But it’s broke]

T: [It’s broken? Oh no, what happened?]

C: (Frowns) [Damian gave it to Titus and he bit it up]

T: [Damian? Your big brother? Why did he do that?]

C: (Shrugs) [I dunno]

T: [That sounds frustrating. Did you tell him how that made you feel?]

C: [No…]

T: [That’s okay. Sometimes it’s hard to talk about our feelings. But I bet we can practice together if you want.]

C: (Looks up) [How?]

T: [Well, we can pretend I’m your brother, and you can tell me what you’d want to say to him. What do you think?]

C: (Fidgets with hands) [I dunno…]

T: [That’s okay. We can take our time. How did you feel when your toy was ripped up?]

C: [ Sad… and kinda mad]

T: (That makes sense. That toy was special to you, wasn’t it?]

C: [Yes… my mama gave it to me]

T: [Oh, I see. That makes it even more special . It must have been upsetting to see it broken.]

C: (Nods, looking down)

T: [It’s okay to feel sad and mad about it. If you could tell Damian anything about what happened, what would you want him to know?]

C: (Mumbles) [I didn’t like it...]

T: [That’s a good start! Maybe you could say, “I didn’t like it when you gave my duck to Titus because it was special to me.” Do you want to try saying that?]

C: (Softly) [I didn’t like when you gave my duck to Titus… ‘cause it was special.]

T: [That’s very good! Do you think you can tell Damian?]

C: [But he don’t listen]

T: [That sounds really hard. It’s frustrating when someone doesn’t listen to us, especially when we’re trying to tell them how we feel.]

C: (Nods)

T: [Even if he doesn’t listen right away, it’s still important to say how you feel. That way, he knows it hurt you.]

C: [But what if he just says “so what” or laughs?]

T: [That wouldn’t feel very nice, would it?]

C: (Shakes head)

T: [No, it wouldn’t. If that happens, you can tell an adult, so they can help you]

C: (Hesitates) [... like Yaya?]

T: [Yaya?]

C: (Nods) [Yaya always helps me]

T: [That sounds nice. She must really care about you. Can you tell me more about her?]

C: (Stays silent)

T: [Casey? What’s wrong?]

C: [Daddy says I shouldn’t talk about Yaya cause she’s not real]

T: [Oh… I see. That must be confusing. But Yaya feels real to you, doesn’t she?]

C: (Nods slowly) [She talks to me… and hugs me when I’m sad]

T: [That sounds really nice. Can you tell me when you first met Yaya?]

C: (Shrugs) [I don’t ‘member…she’s just always been there]

T: [That’s interesting. What does Yaya look like?]

C: (Thinks for a moment) [She’s really big, but soft… and she smells like flowers]

T: [She sounds very pretty. Do you see Yaya a lot?]

C: [Yeah, when I’m scared… or alone]

T: [ Does she make you feel safe?]

C: {Yeah…but Daddy says I gotta stop talking to her.]

T: [Hmm… that sounds tough. How do you feel when he says that?]

C: (Frowns) [Like he’s mad at me. He don’t like Yaya.]

T: [I understand. It sounds like Yaya is really important to you, but Daddy doesn’t see her the way you do.]

C: (Quietly) [He says Yaya isn’t real and that she’s pretend]

T: [Well, I think sometimes even big kids—and grown-ups—need someone to help them feel safe. And it sounds like Yaya does that for you.]

C: (Nods, but stays quiet)

T: [What do you think Yaya would say if she knew you were feeling sad about this?]

C: (Softly) [She’d say “I’ll always be here.”]

T: [That sounds really kind. Yaya must care about you a lot.]

C: (Whispers) [She does...]

T: [Would you like to draw a picture of Yaya for me? You don’t have to, only if you want to.]

C: (Looks up) [Can I use crayons?]

T: [Of course! You can use any colors you like.]

C: (Begins drawing with crayons)

T: (That’s a really pretty shade of purple. Is Yaya the same color?]

C: (Nods) [She’s dark, but not scary. Kinda like the sky when the sun goes to bed]

T: [That’s a lovely way to describe it. The sky at sunset does look very pretty]

C: (Nods, focusing on drawing) [She’s big, but not scary big. She don’t got sharp teeth, just a big smile]

T: (That sounds like a nice smile. What do you like to do with Yaya?]

C: [She cuddles me… and tells me stories]

T: [ How nice. Do you have a favorite story?]

C: (Pauses and nods) [The little light that got lost]

T: [Oh, that sounds interesting. What happens in the story?] 

C: [A little light falls from heaven and can’t find its way home. But Yaya helps it. She says “You’re never lost when someone loves you”]

T: [That’s a beautiful story, Casey]

C: (Softly) [I love Yaya. I don’t want her to go away… like Mama]

T: [That sounds really hard. You care about Yaya, and you don’t want to lose her.] 

C: (Tightly grips crayon) [I don’t want to be alone.] 

T: [Casey, you’re not alone. Even when Yaya isn’t there, you have people who care about you.] 

C: (Shakes head) [Daddy’s too busy. And Damian don’t like me.] 

T: [That must feel really lonely sometimes.] 

C: (Silent, continues drawing) 

T: [I want you to know that it’s okay to have Yaya. And it’s okay to have feelings about her. You don’t have to stop talking about her here.] 

C: (Looks up, eyes wide) [Really?] 

T: [Really. This is a safe place, and I’m here to listen.] 

C: (Hesitates, then nods, returning to drawing) [Okay...]

Therapist’s Analysis:

Casey exhibits signs of emotional isolation and possible neglect, evidenced by their strong attachment to an imaginary companion and their belief that discussing Yaya will result in her disappearance. Their reluctance to express emotions, particularly frustration and sadness, suggests a pattern of suppressing feelings, potentially due to perceived dismissal or invalidation from caregivers. Their comments about their father’s disapproval and their brother’s antagonism indicate potential family conflict or an emotionally unsupportive environment. Casey's use of Yaya as a comfort figure may be a coping mechanism for stress, fear, or loneliness. Their vivid imagination implies an internalized fear of abandonment.

Next Steps/Treatment Plan:

Encourage Emotional Expression – Utilize art and storytelling to help Casey articulate feelings in a non-threatening way.

Build Coping Strategies – Introduce alternative methods of emotional regulation beyond Yaya, such as deep breathing exercises or guided visualization.

Assess Home Environment – Gather more information on Casey’s family dynamics to better understand potential sources of stress or neglect.

Parental Guidance – If appropriate, explore opportunities to engage Casey’s caregivers in supportive discussions about their emotional needs.

Monitor for Changes – Observe any shifts in Casey’s attachment to Yaya or increased distress over time, which may indicate deeper psychological concerns requiring further intervention.

Continue Establishing Trust – Maintain a safe and non-judgmental space for Casey to share, ensuring they feels heard and validated.

Further sessions should explore Casey’s relationship with his family, potential stressors, and any indicators of emotional or psychological distress that warrant deeper intervention.

A/N: Did it suck? I'm really on the fence about this sort of style! I'm thinking this is a prequel and I'll get into more reader-insert content in the next part.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

ENEMIES TO LOVERS DIALOGUE PROMPTS

warning; some prompts are nsfw, some can be seen as manipulative and abusive (this is all fictional), since the characters are enemies first. don't expect these prompts to be all fluff and vanilla.

❝you wanna tell me who did this to you, or do you want me to find out the hard way?❞

❝you're mine. mine. that means no one else gets to hurt you. I am the only one who gets to hurt you.❞

❝you die when I say you die. and right now I'm not done with you. I'm not ever going to be done with you.❞

❝here's the thing, alright, I thought I liked seeing you cry. but then I fucking realized I liked seeing you smile more.❞

❝it was just a kiss. it changed nothing between us.❞

❝don't you ever fucking scare me like that again.❞

❝he touched you. so I cut off his arm. what's so hard to understand?❞

❝we were never supposed to save each other. we hurt each other. that's what we do. we take turns hurting each other. what are we now?❞

❝no, you didn't save me. you wanted me to be yours. you always wanted me all for yourself. here I am, completely and utter at your mercy. do whatever the fuck you want with me. I will not scream.❞

❝tell me, does it turn you on to see me bleed?❞

❝when I start touching you, you're going to be mourning my name. I fucking promise you that.❞

❝we're archenemies and soulmates. in this lifetime and the next and every other lifetime. neither of us could live without the other.❞

❝did you just fucking lick my blood?❞

❝you can lie to everybody and yourself all you want. but I know you know, deep down, you don't just want to be defeated by me, you want to be owned and fucked by me. hard and rough and brutal. you yearn for my hand around your throat.❞

❝no one's going to hurt you like I do. no one's going to save you like I do.❞

❝our blood mingled together. see? I'm in your blood and you're in mine. we’re soulmates.❞

❝if you kiss me, I will bite you.❞ ❝wouldn’t be the first time you bite me.❞

❝look at me like that again and I might think you want to fuck me.❞ ❝then you wouldn’t be wrong.❞

❝no, I don't like them touching you because I don't like it when someone else touches what's mine.❞

❝I gave you all the chances to escape me, you didn't take them. don't pretend like we both don't know you secretly like being my pet.❞

❝I am only being gentle because you're wounded. we're still enemies.❞

❝I'm not letting you go out there and get yourself killed. we've fought many times before, and I always won. what makes you think I'm not going to do whatever it takes to stop you from walking out that door?❞

❝promise me I am the only enemy you have.❞

❝you can't just jump in front of a bullet to save an enemy. god, what the hell is wrong with you?❞

❝I'll kiss you if that's what it takes to shut you up.❞

❝we're not friends or lovers. we're enemies. but there's no bond greater than the bond shared between two people who are covered in each other's blood, is there?❞

❝you let your lover die to save the world. but here you are, willing to let the entire world burn to save me from myself.❞

[gotta-whump-them-all]

Defiant Whumpee List

Content Warning:: drugging, sedation, injuries, non sexual nudity, swearing, self-harm

Whumper and Whumpee

Whumpee will fight Whumper whenever they get the chance: scratching, clawing, biting, and kicking. They'll usually fight them until they physically can't anymore.

Defiant Whumpee, who won't let Whumper say anything to them without a snarky remark following it. A mocking tone or a comment under their breath, anything that would grind Whumper's gears.

Whumper sedates Whumpee for whatever reason and Whumpee fights the sedation until they pass out from the drugs.

On the other hand, from sheer will-power, Whumpee has to have a higher dosage of sedatives because they just won't pass out.

Whumpee who can't physically move because of restraints, so they can only scream and swear at Whumper. Most of it is just "Fuck you!", "Go fuck yourself!", "Suck my dick", and "You're an asshole!"

Whumper forces Whumpee to call them sir/ma'am or master and in retaliation, Whumpee says it in the most sassy demeaning way.

Being told to speak/apologise and instead Whumpee stays silent.

Whumpee hurts themself because they know it makes Whumper angry. They want to be the only one that hurts Whumpee.

Whumper gagging Whumpee so they can't speak, because if they can't speak, they can't mouth off.

Caretaker and Whumpee

Whumpee doesn't want to believe that Caretaker does not want to hurt them, so they try to get under Caretaker's skin. They try to get Caretaker angry and to snap at them, so Caretaker would show that they are just like Whumper. Just like everyone else.

Even when Whumpee is covered in injuries, they will punch and kick Caretaker just because they don't want to accept the help.

Follow up, sometimes, the only help they'll accept from Caretaker is the items they would need to patch themselves up.

Or, we have a once defiant Whumpee. When they were with Whumper they were nothing but defiant, but now that they're with Caretaker, they're just compliant. Now that they're safe, there's no need for them to fight.

Whumpee is so used to Whumper being weird about their body that they don't want to get undressed around Caretaker, even when it's so Caretaker can help give them a bath.

Caretaker patching up Whumpee and asking "Who did this to you?" or "How did you get these scars?" and then Whumpee responds with "None of your business."

Whumpee denies that anything is wrong as they cry, even denying that they are crying at all. They wipe tears from their face and sniffle, but still continue to deny that something is wrong.

Caretaker trying to find out what's wrong with Whumpee and instead of doing anything, Whumpee closes in on themself and stops speaking.

Whumpee hurts themself because they know that it's a hassle for Caretaker to heal their wounds. When Caretaker tries to heal their injuries, Whumpee refuses.

[mylifewhump]

whumpee out in the freezing snow...

why?...

Maybe whumper chained them outside to teach them a lesson in misbehaving.

Or maybe they are lost in a forest. Extra points if they're injured or bleeding. And can't find their way out.

Maybe caretaker finds them bleeding out and unconscious on the cold forest floor and takes them to their cottage to heal them.

I love caretaker lives in a cozy cottage in the forest and heals whumpee there type of trope.

[xxcherrybabyx]

x🖤

[slippedtheknot]

"I Didn't Mean to,"

Whumpee sobbed as their shaking fingers grabbed pieces of porcelain. Blood dripped onto the floor from the sharp edges.

Heavy boots were coming down the hall and Whumpee tried moving faster; no doubt that Whumper would be pissed that Whumpee broke his plate. Whumpee swallowed when the boots stopped in front of them.

"Uh oh, what happened, Whumpee?" Whumper's voice was an eerie type of calm.

Whumpee tried to still their breathing so that they would be slightly coherent: "I...I broke a plate. I promise that I didn't mean to though! It...it just slipped from my hands when I was putting dishes away and I tried to clean it up. Not to hide the fact that I dropped it just-"

"Hey hey, it's all okay." Whumper's hand rubbed the back of Whumpee's neck and they froze; waiting for Whumper to slam their head into the floor. "Can you look up for me, Whumpee?"

Whumpee tilted their head up and was met with minty green eyes. That's odd...as far as Whumpee knew Whumper had cold and distant blue eyes that would stare into their soul. As far as Whumpee knew, Caretaker had the minty green eyes.

Whumpee blinked again and looked into his eyes. The eyes definitely belonged to Caretakeer, but then, why were they in Whumper's kitchen?

"You aren't there anymore, Whumpee." Caretaker's hand moved to Whumpee's shoulder as he pulled them into a much-needed hug.

[carespace]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓏵 Protective Big Brother Caregiver．

A flag for caregivers who are protective big brothers towards their regressor(s)．

[ PT : Protective Big Brother Caregiver. A flag for caregivers who are protective big brothers towards their regressor(s). /End PT. ]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓏵 Protective Big Sister Caregiver．

A flag for caregivers who are protective big sisters towards their regressor(s)．

Requested by : ⛪️🎻 Anon．

Tagging : @bunnelbaby．

[ PT : Protective Big Sister Caregiver. A flag for caregivers who are protective big sisters towards their regressor(s). Requested by ⛪️🎻 anon. Tagging @/bunnelbaby. /End PT. ]

[whumpy-galaxy]

Listen I am a SUCKER for conditioned whumpees. Specifically the unconditioning that comes after rescue.

Whumpee being afraid of Caretaker.

Whumpee having to wear a collar and a muzzle because that’s how Whumper kept them.

Whumpee panicking when they mess up or drop something, waiting for Caretaker to get upset and beat them.

Whumpee who won’t eat unless Caretaker orders them to.

Whumpee who doesn’t know what to do if they’re not being dragged around on a chain.

Whumpee who’s afraid of windows and the outdoors because Whumper convinced them everyone and everything outside wanted to hurt them, and they were safer with Whumper.

And everything that comes with that.

Caretaker not knowing what to do and feeling worthless. (Bonus points if they even consider mercy killing Whumpee because maybe they’ll always be afraid of everything and there’s nothing they can do).

Caretaker thinking maybe they DID do something to hurt Whumpee.

Caretaker being upset every time they look at Whumpee because they still insist on wearing the collar and muzzle Whumper bought for them, and Caretaker never wants to see them like that.

But also the good things that come with it!

Caretaker getting a new collar and muzzle made, with padding and lots of extra space for Whumpee to wear while they recover.

Whumpee finally being able to do something without asking Caretaker first, and Caretaker being so proud of them.

Caretaker’s praise and excitement at this makes Whumpee feel proud, too.

I just. I love it so much.