#caretaker is a reluctant master

[whumped-by-glitter]

Okay, hear me out....

A caretaker with an extremely conditioned whumpee.

Caretaker is forced to "speak their language" to get through to whumpee. Caretaker has to start acting like Whumper to slowly undo the conditioning.

They have to start harsh and strict to slowly teach Whumpee what freedom is, or reintroduce them into their own agency.

Maybe Whumpee was a slave or a pet, and all they know are orders and discipline and reward. Before Caretaker figures this out, Whumpee is listless or catatonic, or maybe self-destructive and reckless. Without order and routine, Whumpee has no idea how to function, their mind is sent into chaos.

Caretaker has no interest in being a master, but to get through the conditioning, to even get them medical help, they are forced to get their hands dirty.... Orders are just necessary- "you're going to the hospital, that's an order" or "I order you to decide on what you want for dinner."

Caretaker never wanted this power and responsibility over another person.

With power, there is also the risk of corruption.

Maybe Caretaker is terrified about walking the fine line between helping their severely damaged and twisted whumpee and becoming the new whumper.

Maybe they get it right, maybe they get it wrong, maybe it's something in between, there's so many directions this could go and all of the threads are so interesting.

[aspergirl2022]

Tiny Pet prompt

I wanted to write a story with a giant and their tiny pet, some kind of Giant Caretaker receiving Tiny Whumpee as a present but since I can’t put in on the paper I will change my story into a prompt.

In Caretaker's society only the wealthiest can afford Tiny pets. Caretaker is one of them, their family had a Tiny pet when they were a kid but Caretaker remember that their Tiny always looked sad and cried a lot, even more after Caretaker's Mom cut their tongue.

Caretaker never wanted a Tiny pet but their parent decided it was the perfect gift for their beloved child who just became an adult and lived on their own. So one day when Caretaker come home from work they find a cage with a note from their parent on it, inside of it there is a Tiny pet named Whumpee. Whumpee is dead scared of the Giants but Caretaker is decided to show them they’re not like their fellows.

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

The Unexpected Gift

cw reluctant whumper, pet whump, captivity, carewhumper, caretaker new master, dehumanization/use of “it” as a pronoun 

“My lady?” 

She huffed, paintbrush hovering over the canvas in front of her. “Why on earth are you interrupting me, Julian?” she demanded without looking up. “You know I like to concentrate when I'm painting.” 

“Yes, miss, I know,” Julian replied from his place in the doorway. “However, I must inform you that Lord Donovan sent you a gift. It has just arrived, and he requested it be brought to you at once.” 

“Oh, how lovely,” Charlotte said, voice dripping with sarcasm. She set aside her paintbrush and turned to face Julian. “And I'm sure he expects something in return. Perhaps my hand in marriage, or something equally ridiculous?” 

Julian’s lips quirked up in an understanding smile. “According to him, the gift is merely a show of friendship. Although, I am sure neither he nor your parents would be opposed to finally marrying the two of you off.” 

Charlotte laughed, abandoning her easel for the time being and taking a seat on the sofa. She appreciated Julian’s good humor and their shared distaste for the supposedly inevitable union between her and Donovan. “Well, alright then—bring it to me. Heaven knows I need another pearl necklace or tea set or whatever he’s sent over this time.” 

An uncertain look flashed across Julian’s face. “Right, yes. Well, I must warn you, this present is a bit different from the ones Lord Donovan has given you before.” 

Charlotte adjusted the fabric of her skirt, smoothing out a sea of blue satin. Already bored of the whole ordeal, she said, “I don’t have all day, Julian. Just bring it to me.” 

“Right away, my lady,” he replied with a nod, before swiftly exiting the room. 

Late afternoon light formed golden panels on the floor, and Charlotte’s gaze followed it out the window. Her mind wandered as she studied the gardens outside, which she had been in the middle of painting before the interruption. She hardly noticed Julian and one of her other servants return to the drawing room until he coughed, announcing his presence. 

“Lady Charlotte,” Julian said as he crossed the room to stand in front of her. “Your gift from Lord Donovan, sent with his deepest affections and admiration.” 

Charlotte shook herself out of her thoughts and turned to face him. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt the color drain from her face when she took in the sight in front of her. Standing just behind Julian was another of her servants, who was holding onto a delicate silver chain. The chain was connected to a pair of cuffs which were locked around the wrists of a young man whose gaze was cast on the floor. 

“Is this some sort of practical joke?” Charlotte choked out, looking at Julian for answers. 

He shook his head. “I am afraid not, miss. Lord Donovan said that a lady of your standing deserves such a gift. You may read his letter at your convenience.” 

Charlotte’s eyes returned to the “gift.” The man was fairly young—about her age, she figured—of average height, and worryingly thin. His clothes hung loosely from his frame and they were worn; the neckline of his shirt fell to one side, revealing a prominent collarbone. He had a small, upturned nose and his face was framed by messy, dark locks. Charlotte’s first thought was that he needed a haircut. 

“I—I really don’t know what to say.” Charlotte glanced at Julian again, floundering. “Why in God’s name would Donovan send me such a thing?” 

“It seems that he acquired it in his recent travels,” Julian answered. “However, he said that if it displeases you, you may return it at once and he will figure out something to do with it.” 

The man’s shoulders tensed at that, but he made no other move. His eyes remained obediently fixed to the floor. 

Charlotte’s chest tightened and she replied hurriedly, “No, no—don't send him back. Heaven knows where he’ll end up.” Wherever it was, she could only expect it would be much worse. She had heard stories of the way people treated their pets, and it was horrifying enough to keep her up some nights. 

“Well,” Julian began, “if you wish to keep it, I can arrange for accommodations to be made. For the time being, would you prefer to have it sleep in the cellar, or perhaps the shed in the garden?” 

“Dear god,” Charlotte breathed in shock. “Nothing of the sort. He can sleep in my chambers.” 

The man looked up at that, a pair of piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. They were filled with equal parts shock, fear, and gratitude. It broke Charlotte’s heart. Then, just as quickly, he lowered his gaze back to the floor. 

“My lady,” Julian interrupted hesitantly, “with all due respect, that would not be proper.” 

“What is improper,” Charlotte spat, beginning to lose her temper, “is that a man sent me a human pet as gift with no warning. Now here I am, completely unprepared and unequipped to accommodate him. He may sleep on the floor in my room, and that is final. I will not be locking my gift in the cellar. Are we clear?” 

Julian sighed, then nodded once. “Yes, my lady.” 

She turned her focus back to the man—her gift—and asked, “When was the last time you ate?” 

Those blue eyes found hers once more, fearfully searching her face as though Charlotte’s question was some sort of trap. “I eat when I am permitted, Mistress.” His voice was soft and hoarse. 

“Julian, have him given a proper meal immediately,” Charlotte instructed with a huff. “I would also like him bathed and given a fresh set of clothes. After that, you may bring him to my room.” 

“Certainly,” Julian said. 

Once she was left alone, Charlotte returned to her easel. She stared at it for several minutes, trying will her mind back into the space it entered when she was painting—contented and focused. But her stomach was still turning from what had just happened. Her hands trembled. 

Charlotte grabbed the canvas and threw it across the room, knocking over a lamp with a loud crash. 

[rat-father]

Part 2 tomorrow im sleepy rn

-- tw;; conditioned whumpee, pet whump, (fear of) abandonment, reluctant caretaker, not bad but not the best caretaker, self deprication, caretaker new master --

Caretaker's mother had always told them not to make eye contact with the homeless. Not to give them the time of day or interact with them. Keep to yourself and walk past.

But the scarred man barely managing to stay upright on his knees caught them too off guard for them to realize their mistake of staring, until he stared back. He flinched back against the fence, rattling the loose metal bars. And Caretaker took a step back out of instinct in return. Their eyes scanned the surrounding empty streets before falling back on the dull, worn out collar around the man's neck. They could barely make out a name on the metal tag shaking alongside him.

They approached him carefully like he was an animal ready to pounce. With a slight stutter and as much distance between them as viable they pinched the tag between their fingers and read the name.

"Whumpee?"

Even their soft voice made his eyes dart up to them and his body push back further into the fence. The position already couldn't be comfortable on its own, but they imagined the old wounds and scars made the pain worse.

"Ah…Is, is that your name?" Caretaker asked.

His breath hitched and he nodded quietly.

"Okay,"

They put distance between the two of them again to put together their thoughts. But perhaps Whumpee thought they would walk away, because he scrambled forward to their feet and pressed his forehead on the ground before them. Caretaker stifled their yelp with a hand over their mouth.

"I'm not…I'm not leaving you, bud.." Although they wished they could more and more by the second.

"Please," a tiny voice croaked beneath them, clearing his throat to be more audible. "Please, I can be good— I will be good for you. I will be a good pet and obey. Please take me in, Master."

Caretaker desperately looked around once more, but it was still just them and the abandoned pet on the lone streets. They sighed.

"Okay, okay, I'll… take care of you, alright? I just have to— ah! I'm gonna be late for work!"

They took the pet by their arm and dragged them to his feet. Whumpee stumbled after them as they ran back into the apartment building. Caretaker missed their pocket completely whilst rushing to get the keys out, fumbling with the lock and finally throwing him inside when the door opened.

Whumpee still had enough strength in him for his reflexes to save him from hitting the ground face first, landing mostly on his bruised arm instead. With a short groan he pushed himself back on his knees. Master had closed the door and left likely before he even hit the ground. The pet had already taken too much of their precious time, and he'd have to make up for it later. Guilt and ecstasy swirled in his chest, knowing he'd finally found a home again, and already made his new master upset. His master who was hesitant in taking the ugly pet in to begin with.

The pet could only hope Master would take mercy on him, and bless him with another, more proper, chance to prove his worth.

[retiredteabag]

masterlist

Satoru

the open window lets the rain in

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - next part

-> your time at Jujutsu Tech was something of a sanctuary for you. The position you were born for did not allow you wishes of your own. Resigning yourself to your destiny, you savor the moments you have with your friends. And don't dare to wish for more.

That's all it takes?

-> you’ve worked alongside Gojo Satoru for years; he’s painfully arrogant, critical about everything, and infuriatingly competent at his job. Worst of all, he’s just as striking as everyone thinks. For once, someone looks your way, why is it he cares so much?

for better or worse

-> a blurb about satoru yearning.

learning together

pt. 1 - pt. 2

-> parental Gojo moments with an ill-attached Megumi

Toji

dog-sitter!Toji masterlist

-> toji was quite accustomed to objectifying himself for a check. And to be frank, far worse actions as well. Now he’s not sure what to do with himself after meeting the kind and generous owner of the dog he pet-sits for.

Summer Toji / Winter Toji ↓ based on this fanart

too hot to cuddle !!

-> toji becomes jealous of your pillow.

winter weight

-> toji has gained some weight this winter - it seems you don't mind.

caretaking and guilt

-> quintessential sickfic- you just have a hard time accepting help from others.

Sukuna

never been so warm

-> as a mere servant, you do not complain about the cold temperatures you find yourself working under; Sukuna is reluctant to allow this.

tracing trueform!sukuna's markings

-> as the title suggests :]

the soul does not lie

-> sukuna allows tedious nonsense when he can feel your soul's cravings.

sukuna assimilating to you

-> after discovering that Sukuna has been wide awake every time you nap together, you become embarrassed around him.

hidden from sight

-> in a state of humiliation, you attempt to hide an injury from your master, Sukuna, this, of course, does not go to plan.

an uninformed narrative

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3

-> *stardew valley au* you had lived in Stardew Valley for a year before you met the hunter from the adventures guild, Sukuna Itadori. It did not take long for him to catch your attention but you couldn't help feeling as if his affection resided anywhere but you.

the sincerest form of flattery

-> sukuna comes home to a crude imitation of himself, how is it his blood does not boil with distaste?

unknown rivals

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt.4

-> blurb about being Sukuna's partner for a school project.

uncle sukuna

-> drabble about sukunas relationship with yuuji

his greatest fear

Nanami

wishful thinking masterlist

-> arranged marriage nanami with a people-pleasing reader

I don’t get it… but I’ll do it for you

-> nanami tries to do asmr for you after a long day.

winter weight (nanami ver)

-> nanami has gained some weight this winter - it seems you don't mind.

a true gentleman

-> blurb about Nanami proving his nature.

Choso

Choso watching you interact with children

-> babysitting with Choso and him getting emotional realizing that his love for you goes deeper than he understands...

Megumi

A Reflection

-> Megumi's dogs seem to reflect just a little too much of what he's really feeling for you.

other

I’m listening to you

-> You stop talking because you assume they aren’t listening… how silly of you, but how do they react?

You're mad at them

-> They've done something to upset you... how are they reacting?

Why I Like Megumi's Character - an unnecessarily long explanation

Plushie of them

-> You have a plushie that oddly resembles them...

jjk men as Disney princes - a brief analysis pt. 1 - pt. 2

jjk thanksgiving headcannons

chilled to the bone - a Bakugou x reader drabble

[yanderes-galore]

Could you do "You need someone to take care of you." And "If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple." With platonic dogday?

Sure! I haven't written for Smiling Critters in a while. For context, this is my version of DogDay.

Prompts Here

My Version of DogDay

Yandere! Platonic! DogDay Prompts

"You need someone to take care of you."

"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple."

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Experimentation, Blood, Kidnapping, Murder, Forced companionship.

Ever since he was first created, DogDay was fond of you. You were the first face he saw upon his successful creation. A scientist and caretaker who worked at Playcare.

Playtime Co. had always experimented with creating life. They had made countless creatures combined with toys. The Smiling Critters line was merely one success.

DogDay was always told he was meant to be the leader. He was meant to lead his fellow Smiling Critters and take care of the kids. Naive upon his creation... He followed every order.

Unlike most adults in this place, you were surprisingly humane to the Smiling Critter experiments. You viewed every single one of them as your children in a way. They were no doubt one of the greatest outcomes in this place.

DogDay was the one who imprinted on you the most. Plush form or not, the dog followed you like you're his master. To him, you were... You gave him life and care!

He wishes to show you how much he cares!

It was a common sight for DogDay to follow you. You could be doing paperwork and the living mascot enters the room to watch you. You tell him he should be watching the kids in the orphanage, but he doesn't listen.

A dog should be loyal to his master. His friends have the children covered! Why don't you let him care for you too?

DogDay never leaves you be, often smothering you with affection. Even after experiments, the dog comes to you for comfort. You mean everything to him.

Especially when his world comes crashing down.

DogDay lived a happy life until the Hour of Joy. Afterwards... there was nothing but chaos. Experiments went haywire and frenzied. It became a revolution.

He nearly lost sight of you.

The Hour of Joy only brought massacre to Playtime Co. Many died, humans and experiments alike. In fact, many of the Smiling Critters didn't survive except CatNap and DogDay.

Blood coated every wall and floor. Most humans who couldn't escape were devoured. Even the once happy sight of Playcare looked like Hell.

As you were trying to escape, you avoided the experiments the best you could. You snuck through halls and did your best to make it out of the Playcare. Only to hear the heavy sound of footsteps approach you from behind.

"Where are you going?"

The voice is deep yet familiar, causing you to turn around. Towering over you stood DogDay, the Smiling Critter always attached to your hip. He looked concerned, looking you over with a worried expression.

"You... You aren't leaving, right?" The large orange dog monster asks, stalking closer. "You can't survive out there alone—!"

You shuffle back, keeping your distance. DogDay appears hurt by your reluctance. The large Smiling Critter tries not to make sudden movements... slowly backing you into a corner with that worried smile on his face.

"You need someone to take care of you." DogDay pleads, wishing you'd stop being so skittish. There's no way you'd abandon him, right? You... You can't—!

You won't survive a second in this Hell.

"Why are you so scared...?" DogDay whimpers, tail swaying as he keeps trying to get closer. "You should feel lucky I found you! I'll always find you, angel...."

You go to run but DogDay notices, eyes widening as he cuts you off. He can't just let you leave, can he? Not with all the bloodshed...

They'd eat you alive out there.

"Please, angel, listen to your pal...!" DogDay whimpers, the sound strangely like that of a real canine. "If you leave, you'll get hurt! You don't want that do you? Plus... you'd never abandon your pal, right?"

DogDay manages to get close enough to pull you into his furred chest, tail thumping against the door you desperately wanted to get through. The smell of blood, musk, and the faintest hint if vanilla meets your nose. You push against the beast, but his grip doesn't relent.

"The others out there would tear you apart..." DogDay murmurs before squeezing you tighter. "But don't worry! I'll protect you..."

You're then scooped up into the large dog's arms, dragging you along with him back into Playcare. You struggle but he never lets you go. After all... to him, this is your home.

"If they touch you, I'll kill them. It's that simple!" DogDay chirps as though what he said was innocent. He said it as though that was meant to be endearing. He really was like a dog with their owner.

DogDay wants you happy, safe, and beside him. He knows you'd never abandon him deep in this facility. He's meant to protect you, defend you with his life, show you he loves you...

While DogDay thinks of ways to care for you, to keep his sanity in this place by clinging to you, you stare at the exit longingly. You doubt anywhere is safe. You're pretty sure you'll die here...

Yet DogDay, no matter what, will remain loyal to only you in the end...

A good dog should do anything to stay beside his master.

[eggydraws14]

Finally got around to make a little reference sheet of my Jedi Knight. Excuse my chicken scratch.

A "brief" summary of her backstory is below the cut

Eurydice was born a slave in Hutt Territory, her mother was a twi'lek slave and her father was a Rattataki merc who worked for the Hutts, hence her odd coloring. She's the middle child with two sisters (both of whom have their own stories and plots that I'll hopefully get to later). When she was seven years old her mother took her oldest sister and escaped slavery, this was the last Eurydice saw of them and then took on the role of protector and caretaker of her youngest sister. Not long after her force sensitivity began to develop but she kept it hidden out of fear of what might happen to her if it was discovered, and she would be taken away from her sister. She stayed enslaved to the Hutts until she was 10 years and was then sold to a Sith alongside her youngest sister and stayed in that unfortunate situation until she was 13 and then took the chance to escape with her sister. They made it to republic territory but soon discovered life on Coruscant wasn't that much better especially in the undercity. She did what she had to in order to survive including but not limited to using her force abilities to steal whatever she needed. Eventually she gained the attention of the jedi and although she tried her best to evade them they eventually caught up to her and she and her sister were brought into the order to train. Her sister fit in better and adapted to the jedi quicker than Eurydice, who was still dealing with the aftermath of slavery and the horrors she saw and endured. Because of this she was angry and resentful, many in the order believed she should not become a jedi and was too dangerous. However, she had a master who refused to give up on her and eventually Eurydice was able to adapt. Unfortunately it wasn't long until the Sack of Coruscant occurred, Eurydice was one of the few who survived the siege but during which both her master and sister were killed. Due to the trauma, she briefly lost her connection to the force but was still sent to Tython to train and hopefully regain it (which she did) she has been there for the past ten years and at the start of the prologue we find her at 25 years old, reluctant to leave Tython and by all intents and purposes someone who has already seen too much of war and would prefer to tend to the gardens, but because of her strength in the force and combat skill is too great of an asset to stay on Tython forever and is instead sent on in the world as a Jedi Knight.

[urlocalwhumper]

pet whumpee who is still so naively loving and affectionate towards whumper (or anyone really) no matter what they do to them.

it's not even like they're fawning in the hopes they won't be hurt - they don't even seem to have a problem with being hurt in the first place. they don't enjoy it, and they scream and cry and plead for mercy when the pain becomes too much, but if hurting them makes master happy, then they'll happily tolerate it without complaint.

besides, master is always so sweet to them afterwards, cleaning and bandaging their wounds with gentle hands, wiping whumpee's tears away with their thumb and telling them that they're a good girl/boy, they did such a good job for master.

they just want love and affection. like a puppy who always returns to its master, tail wagging happily, no matter how many times it's kicked or shouted at.

and in the event of whumpee being rescued, they're... honestly so permissive and docile it kinda freaks caretaker out at first.

caretaker was fully equipped to handle someone terrified, or potentially violent, but whumpee is just... calm. they even seemed reluctant to be taken from wherever whumper kept them, but they still went along all the same. their skin was marred with all kinds of horrible scars and bruises, but they still leaned happily into anyone's touch, their eyes full of love and trust for someone they might have just met moments ago.

it leaves caretaker conflicted. whumpee has seen unimaginable trauma, this behavior is surely a result of that, they can't possibly be in their right mind... but caretaker can't help but wonder if they should even bother trying to 'fix' them. whumpee seems perfectly happy this way, and it'd be a lot of slow, painful work to try and make them into a person again.

caretaker would never dream of hurting whumpee. so... is it really so bad to just let them keep living this way? just as caretaker's pet instead?

[whump-place]

Adopted Masterlist.

A Pet Whumpee that's finally adopted, they are grateful, until they realize their new family is not what they expected.

Content: Pet Whump, multiple Whumpees, multiple Whumpers, Caretaker New Master, forced to Whump, reluctant Whumper.

MAIN STORY.

1-Welcome home.

2-New Family.

3-A nice thought.

4-Good enough.

5-And the last one.

6-Tea time.

7-Name.

8-Guar dog.

9-Training.

10-Guilt.

11-Collar.

12-Collar 2.

13-Shopping.

14-Laundry day.

15-Get well soon.

16-Things change.

17-Too soft.

18-Play date.

EXTRAS.

EXTRA: Characters Introduction

EXTRA: Leo

EXTRA: Theo.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

The Monster in the Black Room part 36

Warnings: reluctant hero caretaker/carewhumper, aftermath of Hero holding villain underwater to "train him"

Villain wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. "Was that really the only way to train me?" He rasped quietly. "I genuinely thought I was going to drown..."

Hero shrugged, a brief look of guilt flashing through her features. "It worked, didn't it? Results are everything."

"Is this how Superhero taught you?"

"Not.... really. He was softer on me -- but his training methods also took months before I mastered my gift. And you need to find a way now. We don't have the kind of time he did to train me."

Villain could see the logic in that, he supposed. But if this was only the beginning of his training... how much worse was it going to get??

Part of him wanted to bail and run away after the trauma he'd just been put through by nearly being drowned. But the other part knew that he needed to learn the skills Hero was teaching him. The fact that he'd convinced her to help at all was some kind of miracle. He'd be a fool to quit now and risk his powers going wild again the moment he got upset over something.

"Here -- let's get you dry and warmed up," Hero said, drawing him back to the present. She snatched a towel from a rack and draped it around his shoulders, guiding him out of the bathroom and to a guest bedroom. Her extra hideout was bigger than Villain thought.

"You can put on whatever clothes fit you." Hero jerked her chin toward a wardrobe in the corner, before leaving him alone to head off.

Villain let out a shaky breath, still trembling as he shed his clothes and toweled himself off, padding across the room next to find some nice dry clothes to replace the wet ones. His eyes widened when he opened the fully-stocked wardrobe. There were so many choices. Everything from actual leather battle suits to casual clothes and pajamas.

Villain picked out a shirt-and-pants set that looked cozy and yoinked a fluffy oversized blanket-robe right after, putting it all on and smiling weakly at himself. The robe was so soft and comfortable.

He dumped his wet clothes and the towel in a hamper he found against a wall before walking out to rejoin Hero.

Hero raised an eyebrow at him when he appeared in the main room, making Villian nervous.

"What? Was I not supposed to wear this one?" He blurted, racking his brain for anything he could have possibly done wrong in the past fifteen minutes.

Hero just chuckled, but it sounded a little forced as she shook her head. "Sorry -- it's just -- I can't stop seeing Supervillain when I look at your face. And... I've never seen your father in anything other than battle suits or normal fancy suits. It's weird to see you like this is all, but I didn't mean to stare."

Oh. Villain couldn't help the sudden knot in his gut. It must be even harder for Hero to be around him if he looked like her torturer at first glance. He did have his father's eyes, after all. He hadn't considered how uncomfortable that must be for her to see her greatest enemy in him. How many times had he unknowingly spooked her during their time together without even realizing it? How many times had he made her think Supervillain found me again before she realized it was just his son?

"I can... change into something different, if you want," Villain quickly offered.

"No, it's fine. You just surprised me a little," Hero replied.

Villain had a feeling 'surprised me a little' was code for 'you made me think Supervillain was coming to recapture me and put me back in a living hell for a second'. It made his skin prickle with guilt even if it wasn't his fault he got his looks from his dad's side.

He awkwardly shuffled over to plop on the couch Hero was sitting on in front of the TV, leaving a respectful distance between them and huddling into his warm robe.

"Have you heard anything about my father yet?" He asked cautiously, glancing her way.

Hero's expression tightened. "Yes. Supervillain's quite livid he lost the fight in the alley and woke up to find I'd stolen you away and disappeared again to a place even he couldn't find me. He's actually gained some media attention for making relatively frequent appearances throughout the city in broad daylight when he's usually a secretive crime lord. It's making authorities nervous because they think he's planning a big attack, when all he's really doing is searching for you."

Villain didn't know whether to feel touched that his father was risking so much to find him, or worried that Supervillain would find him with Hero and they'd have a repeat of what happened in the alley, where he would be forced to pick a side.

"What's next for training?" He asked, shoving the awful thoughts from his mind.

Hero gave him a sidelong glance. "You'll find out tomorrow. You've been through a lot today -- you need to use the remainder of it to rest and recover."

She had a point. All the adrenaline and panic had left Villain exhausted. So he headed off to the guest bedroom to get some sleep and prepare himself for tomorrow's tough trial.

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[snakebites-and-ink]

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INFO

Welcome

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OTHER PROFILES

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MY WRITING

✔=Completed | ◐=In progress | ◼=On hold (everything's kind of on hold rn but shh I can pretend)

Series

⚡ Technically Not Human (working title) ◐ Nolan signs away his freedom and goes to an institution that trains superhumans to serve the highest bidder.

🖱️ Asher the IT Pet ✔ What if someone who was legally a pet were allowed to have a life like a free person?

🤕 Whumper-turned-Caretaker CYOA ✔ What it says on the tin.

Miniseries

♒ Living Weapon Aquarius ◐

🔊 Hero Brainwashed to Villain's Living Weapon ✔

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DetectiveSebCas' Promptober Master List (Whumptober 2020 & Comfortober 2020)

Thought I'd help @detectivesebcas make a complete list of all of their Promptober works; each prompt here links to the original post on Tumblr. Due to Tumblr's character limit, this list only contains the 2020 Whumptober & Comfortober prompts; a link to the lists for past & future Promptober years is at the bottom of the post.

Chapters & links are all under the break. Please go give them a read if you haven't already!! :)

Whumptober 2020

Hanging/Waking Up Restrained

In the Hands of the Enemy/Collars

Manhandled/Held at Gunpoint

Collapsed Building/Buried Alive

Failed Escape

Please/No More

Enemy to Caretaker

Abandoned

"Take Me Instead"

They Look So Pretty When They Bleed

Crying

Broken Bones

Breathe In Breathe Out/Oxygen Mask

Fire

Possession

Forced to Beg/Shoot the Hostage

Blackmail

Paranoia

Broken Hearts

Field Medicine

Hypothermia

Drugged

Exhaustion/Sleep Deprivation

Forced Mutism

Disorientation/Blurred Vision/Ringing Ears

Migraine

Extreme Weather

Hunting Season

Reluctant Bedrest

Wound Reveal

Left for Dead

Comfortober 2020

Rescue

First Night

Nightmare

Anxiety

Cuddling

Afraid to Sleep

Blanket Fort

Lashing Out

Confession

Crying

PTSD

Therapy/Emotional Support Pet

Baking

Road Trip (Catalyst)

Campfire

Protective (Soft Focus)

Flashbacks

Hot Cocoa (Negative Space)

Memory Lane (Catalyst)

Movie Night

Hugs

Kisses

Exhaustion (Soft Focus)

Panic Attacks

Going Back to School

Junk Food

Park

Car Ride (Negative Space)

Create Something Beautiful (Catalyst)

Recovery

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<- Whumptober 2018 & Promptober 2019

Promptober 2021 & Promptober 2024 ->

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

The Unexpected Gift Pt 2

Whumpuary 2024 Day 4

4. (Jan 07-08) "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling

part 2 of this!

cw pet whump, reluctant whumper/carewhumper, caretaker new master, captivity, past trauma/abuse 

Charlotte sat on the edge of her bed, looking at the man who knelt at her feet. His eyes were still cast down, but he was dressed in a new set of clothes and his hair was freshly washed. It was a start. “I really apologize for all this,” Charlotte said quietly. “As you can see, I was quite unprepared for such a…gift. I’m sorry, I feel awful calling you that.” 

The man looked up at her, big blue eyes and dark lashes. “Please don’t apologize, Mistress. You owe me nothing.” 

“Well, that’s not exactly true,” Charlotte corrected. “You belong to me now, which means it is my responsibility to care for you. I’ll do my best to make sure you are comfortable here. However, I can’t say that I approve of this business.” 

He tilted his head in confusion but remained quiet, waiting for her to continue. 

“Pets, I mean. I don’t like it, I never have. It’s inhumane,” Charlotte said with a sigh. She reached out and brushed her fingers through the man’s soft, slightly damp hair, and he leaned into the gentle touch. 

“Thank you for your concern, Mistress,” he replied unsteadily, like he was unsure if it was the correct answer. 

Charlotte gave an encouraging smile. “None of that, please. My name is Charlotte, which is what you may call me.” 

Uncertainty flashed in his eyes. “I—b-but, Mistress, I can’t—” 

“You are meant to obey me, correct?” Charlotte interrupted. Perhaps it was wrong of her to use her power in that way, but she would feel even worse letting this man call her Mistress. “I would like you to refer to me by my name only, please.” 

He held her gaze for a moment longer before lowering his eyes to the floor again. “Yes…Charlotte.” 

“That’s better.” She ruffled his dark hair before pulling her hand back. “And look up, please. I know after what you’ve been through, you may not believe me, but I'm not going to hurt you.” 

“Thank you, Mi—Charlotte,” he said quietly, looking up again. “You’re far too kind.” 

Charlotte shook her head with a slight smile. “I’m not, really. But I think human decency is running short in this world, which makes me look good in comparison. No matter, though… Oh, I'd almost forgotten—what is your name, dear?” 

That look of panic crossed his face again and Charlotte felt her chest tighten. “You may call me whatever you like,” he answered. 

Charlotte sighed. “Well, I’m not quite clever enough to come up with a name for you. So if you would just tell me yours, I would greatly appreciate it. You do have a name, don’t you?” 

“I do,” he said hesitantly. “My…my name is Sam.” 

He looked so sweet and obedient, kneeling by her feet with his hands folded in his lap. For a moment, Charlotte could almost see the appeal. But her mind flashed to all the stories she’d heard, and she instantly felt sick to her stomach at the thought of what Sam must have been through to make him so timid and well-behaved. She wouldn’t wish it on anyone. “Well, Sam,” she said, testing out the name. “Julian is fetching some more blankets and pillows, and then we can make a nice spot for you to sleep at the foot of the bed. I’m sorry I don’t have anywhere better at the moment, but as you know, I was not expecting you.” 

Sam gave her a shy smile in return. “That’s alright, Charlotte. At least it’s not the cellar.” 

She chuckled at that. “You’re quite charming. I can see why Lord Donovan thought I would like you.” 

“Thank you, Charlotte. It is my honor to please you.” 

That uncomfortable feeling snaked through her again, but Charlotte pushed it aside. 

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Exploring the reluctant whumper and whumping the caretaker tropes through Ciarán and Julian in fbaf dragon au.

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"Listen to me, Ciarán. You have to, it is your job. Your father and the court all expect you to be able to command me. Order me around in front of them, have me kneel at your side during meetings the way your father does your da."

"But how he treats him is horrible, I don't want to be him!"

"I know, I know. But you need the courts approval when you succeed him. If you fail to master one slave how will they believe you can master all the lands and people your father has?"

"I hate this. I don't want to hurt you."

"I know. But think of it this way, I would so much prefer it be you than him. Because I know you are not doing it to be cruel, but that is what the court needs to see to follow you. It is what your father needs to see to not think you are weak for having your first few years being spent around humans."

Ciarán pulled him close. "Just promise me to tell me if I go too far."

And undermine your authority in front of the court? "Of course," Julian lied.

"Just continue your studies, make friends in high places. I will handle protecting your da in the meantime. This will all be over before you know it. Once you are commanding armies yourself, you won't need to treat me like a toy. You will have them on your might. But for now, trust me, kid. I can take it."

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Bloodbag: An Of Vampires and Men Serial

I've been working on this story since November, and I'm super excited for y'all to finally get to read it! Tobias and Bloodbag are side characters in Cry of Fangs, so this story is a bit of a prequel.

Bloodbag is a serialized novella set in the Of Vampires and Men world. It takes place in the city-state of Cesvic, right on the border between Lucia and Torin. We follow a vampire named Tobias, who becomes the reluctant caretaker for a human named Bloodbag. (Yes, it's the classic "whumpee things caretaker is their new master" trope.)

Bloodbag will be exclusively available two places: on Amazon's Kindle Vella and on my Ko-Fi page. The first three episodes are live right now and you can read them for free over on kindle vella. Vella is only available for readers in the USA, so if you're international make sure to check out my ko-fi! I will be releasing one episode every week for the next three months. Expect lots of whump, angst, and fangs. Check out the links below to start reading!

Thank you to the lovely Catherine Reynolds of catherinecreates.art on insta for creating this awesome cover art!

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France's birthday makes him a cancer and he is SUCH a typical cancer - a moody, sensitive, emotional, passionate, caretaker, hopeless romantic drama queen

I have a different opinion than you:

Before I say anything below, I should note that I am no longer involved with Zodiac. The following is just a repeat of what I wrote many years ago when trying to analyze the character of France. In the present, I'm very reluctant to use the Zodiac to analyze real people, but since Francis is a fictional character, it's somehow okay.

Like this, if we use the language of the Zodiac, the perspective about France is often divided into two types: Libra or Pisces (Just like the view about England is often divided into two types: Scorpio and Cancer). I see that France has characteristics of both signs, and depending on each person's perspective, each person can see which sign France is stronger in.

The reason I think France has strong Pisces energy is because he is a sensitive person, easy to confide in, easy to sympathize with (Pisces' nature is to "dissolve") => he used to work as a radio announcer.

From the "watery" nature, the chaotic and unprincipled nature of Pisces, we can see it reflected in the "disorganization and discipline" of the French language, but at the same time, the French language is considered "the purest language" and all UN documents have a French version. Not to mention the writers, poets and ideas produced in this country may reflect the "sensitivity" and "oldness" of Pisces as the last zodiac sign in the cycle 12 palaces.

Next comes the mystery. A Zodiac blog named Quybaba once said that the sea has a lot of fish, until we catch a fish, we will not know what fish it is - it could be just a small fish or it could also be a shark => Pisces are the "hidden" elements under such water. They are often the type of people who "distract" others with jokes or their "bewilderment and uselessness" but actually have their own thoughts and many have very sharp minds. I think this is quite true for France.

Not to mention Pisces is a sign famous for easily falling into something, including depression and alcoholism, and as you know, France is the boss of deep and the boss of alcoholism 🙄. This trait is rare in Libra, because they are famous for their balance (with low level energy it would be "superficial"). France, I think his things are usually pushed to one end or the other of the pole, not in the middle like Libras.

Most likely France is a Libra rising. Rising is the cover and also the type of energy used to deal with social relationships. Up to now, any country that relies on France has been asked for a fee or forced to "pay" something in return, but rarely has the hidden intention of long-term soft power tightening like other countries. And yes, France is quite good at communication.

In addition, I also have headcanon France with South Node Leo. This is my headcanon just for fun, because his style is an outstanding style (eg military uniform, colorful behavior and appearance), "this stage is mine", and his behavior sometimes gives the feeling of "In heaven (above the sky), in the world (under the sky), I am the one and only" ("Thiên thượng thiên hạ, duy ngã độc tôn"). That's why I think his flirty appearance is the influence of Leo South Node and Libra Rising, but because it's Leo South Node and Libra Rising, it's a "shell" and not really an "inner part". Actually, I don't think he's really that flirty (or, slutty, haha). But actually, I don't think he's really that slutty. Because real fvckboys (if you've ever met them), you'll see that they're masters of psychological manipulation, not show off like peacocks like France. Because when fvckboys cheat on girls, they never act like they're such flashy guys 😩. Not to mention South Node Leo is the type of person who likes the feeling of "unrequited love", "being caught up in love" and does not like "being in a real relationship". To be precise, this is a bunch of lithromantics: they like someone until that person likes them back and they run away. And this fits very well with France's "distracting" and "showing off one thing but being another" personality. I talked about this before in my headcanon post about Francis's lithromantic.

So yes, France is exactly a moody, sensitive, emotional, passionate, caretaker, hopeless romantic drama queen, but somehow I have a feeling that he is a combination of Pisces, Leo and Libra (which is also a very dramatic combination). Instead, I feel like England is Cancer (and Scorpio and Aries).