#caretka

[serickswrites]

Hook, Line, And Sinker II

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, forced to watch, gag, physical violence

Caretaker couldn’t believe they had fallen for Whumper’s trap. Couldn’t believe they had walked right into it. How could they have been so stupid?

“On your knees,” Whumper ordered as they came up behind Caretaker, “or the next thing I do to Whumpee won’t be pretty.”

Caretaker dropped to their knees as their heart filled with dread. “Please, don’t hurt them,” they said as Whumper cuffed their arms behind their back. 

“Crawl, Caretaker. Crawl to the wall,” Whumper ordered. 

Whumpee’s eyes flashed as Caretaker moved. Caretaker could see the anger, could see the sadness, and could see the fear in their expression. “Please, do whatever you want to me, just…just let Whumpee go. You have me now, hurt me.”

Whumper attached a cable from the wall to Caretaker’s cuffs. They kicked Caretaker roughly. Whumpee gave a muffled cry around the gag as Caretaker coughed. “Oh, but I am hurting you, Caretaker. And I’m going to keep hurting you.”

“So,” Caretaker wheezed, “you’ll let Whumpee go?”

Whumper cocked their head as they stared down at Caretaker coldly. “You misunderstand, Caretkaer. I’m going to hurt you with the best tool at my disposal: Whumpee.”

Caretaker’s heart thundered in their chest. “Please, just let them go. Hurt me instead. Hurt me. Please.”

Whumper skipped over to Whumpee, hands immediately going to Whumpee’s hair. “I am hurting you, Caretaker. I’m going to break every bone in their body. I’m going to make sure all they know is pain. And that, that Caretaker is how I am going to hurt you.”

Whumpee’s eyes were wide as they heard Whumper detail the plans for their torture. “Please, you have me, just let them go.”

Whumper spun on their heel, yanking Whumpee’s head along with them. Whumpee gave a muffled cry of pain as Whumper pulled their hair. “How does it feel to know that the only reason I went after Whumpee was because of you? How does it feel to know that the only reason they will suffer is because of you?”

“Please, I beg of you,” Caretaker pleaded. “I will do anything.”

“No. I want your pain, Caretaker. And so I will have it.”

Tags: @whumperofworlds @mefattortoise @gala1981 @whumpy-bi @whump321 @st0rmm

[lysssielyss]

I’m sorry if this has something to do with my abstragedy AU, but Blind!Zooble and Caretkaer!Gangle pls! (I SHIP GOOGLE OKAY IM SORRY AGEGGEVEGEGDG)

here you go

decided to make Jax steal Zooble's eyes, one of his silly pranks hehe

[sicktember]

Comic Con Contagion (Charlie Bradbury x OC)

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Fandom: Supernatural

Prompt: Day 3, Con Crud

Tags: Sickfic, Comic Con, Caretkaing, Fluff, Princess Bride Reference

Summary: The Minneapolis Comic Con proved to be a lot of fun, but also had some unintended consequences, and now that Charlie's suffering from the Con Crud, Adyra is content to stay at the motel and take care of her.

[voidwhump]

Happy new year! May your 2020 be as wonderful as you! One word prompt: refuse

Hiii, sorry this took a while I did the first one and then had an extended sand brain period. Hope you enjoy! Went kinda for the refusing medical treatment/rest.

...

Their friend was finally asleep. The caretaker stepped back, careful not to jostle their friend’s battered body as they got up from the bed. They drew the curtains before exiting the room. 

They needed to check on the team leader, as well as the guard dogs that had been injured in the initial attack. The sloppily bandaged gash on their side tugged a little farther open as they stretched and they winced. They could deal with that after they checked on everyone, it wasn’t too bad. 

...  

“I’m fine, and so is everyone else. You aren’t the only doctor here, Caretaker. You can relax and take care of yourself.”

The team leader had his hand on their arm. His pupils were still uneven from the hit he’d taken.

“I guess you’re stable.” They sat back, still not satisfied they’d done enough. “Are you sure you don’t need anything?” 

“I don’t. Shoo.” 

He gave them a gentle shove and they sighed, standing and taking one last look at him before they left. They could still look at the dogs, maybe then they would feel like they were done for the day.

...

Three injured dogs later they still didn’t feel satisfied. The dogs were all fine, they had checked back in on their still sleeping friend after the first two. Why were they still up? They were definitely tired. They could just give themself the stitches they needed and go to bed. 

Or they could sit around in the medical center and watch the monitors showing the vitals of the leader and their friend.

...

“Hey, Caretaker?”

They opened their eyes. They must’ve fallen asleep on the desk. Someone’s file was stuck to their face and they peeled it off. One of the other doctors was standing over them. 

“Were you here all night?”

“That wasn’t what I was intending to do, but I guess that’s what happened.” They shoved the chair back, shaking their head to try and get rid of the lightheadedness. “Is anyone checking on Leader? I should do that.” 

They started to get up, leaning on the desk as their head spun more. 

“No, he’s fine, someone else did already. Are you ok? You look dizzy.” 

“Yeah, dizzy.”

They straightened up, and static filled their head before the world went dark.

[asavt]

who should be hit with the steel chair next?

Plus silly doodles~✨

(Top left quote from @/learpositivity on twitter)

[whump-for-comfort]

Inspired by @whumpyourenemy ‘s hidden injury dialogue post [X]

I originally wrote this with some new OC’s I want to post about on this blog, but I haven’t figured out their personalities yet, so I switched this drabble to generic characters. Please enjoy!

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The mission was over at last. It had been a quick one, but to Whumpee it seemed like it had taken an eternity. In reality, it had only taken about ten minutes for them and Caretaker to systematically take out the ten bad guys that had set up camp in the rundown warehouse.

But time had been running in slow motion as soon as they felt the blade slash across their ribs.

“What a haul!” Caretaker laughed as they kicked aside a corpse that resembled a bloodied pulp more than a man. “Seriously, these guys have been a serious pain in the neck for a while. I’m glad we’ve got them out of the way now.”

“uh-huh.” Whumpee agreed weekly as their vision clouded with threatening unconsciousness.

Caretaker paused in surveying their kills upon hearing the weakness in Whumpee’s voice. They glanced up, and their eyes widened minutely.

“Whose blood is that?” They asked with a gesture at Whumpee’s midriff. Whumpee didn’t look to where Caretkaer was indicating. They didn’t think they could stomach what they might find.

Whumpee didn’t want to admit it was their blood. They knew they weren’t as strong as the rest of the team, and they were tired of being the one to drag everyone else down. They couldn’t buckle at injuries - they needed to be tougher, to be able to shrug off injuries like they weren’t even there. Like the rest of the team always did.

They shrugged, and immediately regretted it as pain flared anew at their side.

Caretaker’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re hurt.” They said. When Whumpee didn’t respond, they sighed. “You are. Do you even know how pale you are right now?”

“It’s nothing.” Whumpee insisted weakly. “Just a scratch.”

“Walk then. Come on, walk towards me. I bet you can't even take a step.” Caretaker challenged.

“I can too.” Whumpee retorted stubbornly, and raised their foot.

The agony wasn’t even restricted to their torso that time. Flaming hot pain tore at their entire body, and they couldn’t help the startled shout that left their throat.

Caretaker was at their side in an instant. They placed their hands on their shoulders and attempted to straighten Whumpee up so they could see the wound.

“How bad is it?” They demanded. When Whumpee made a noncommittal noise in response, Caretakers’s hands tightened their grip on Whumpee’s shoulders.

“Take off your shirt.” They said. Whumpee glared at him. “And don’t give me that look.”

There was no arguing with Caretaker. Whumpee gritted their teeth and slowly worked their vest over their head. When they gasped in pain, Caretaker began to help without prompting.

Caretaker began to consider the wound carefully, and Whumpee finally looked down.

Blood stained the majority of their torso, the blood smeared upward by the pull of their shirt. They couldn’t make out the wound itself for the blood bubbling up, but it oozed steadily. It wasn’t the gushing Whumpee had expected to see, and they felt themselves sigh with relief.

“You’ll live.” Caretaker concluded, but the worry lines that creased their forehead didn’t disappear. “It looks fairly nasty, though. We should get you to Medic.”

Whumpee nodded their agreement, as their eyes began to droop with fatigue. It was useless to pretend anymore.

Before they could open their mouth to apologise for the trouble, Caretaker had their arm at the back of Whumpee’s knees and had scooped them into their arms. Whumpee yelped as the movement irritated their injuries.

“Sorry.” Caretaker said, the irritation from earlier no where to be found. “It’s just quicker this way.”

Whumpee nodded against their chest, and their forehead dropped to Caretaker’s shoulder.

“And don’t apologise.” Caretaker continued as they exited the warehouse and into the humid night. They were the only ones around, Caretaker’s heavy footsteps free to echo off the walls. “You’re not holding us back.”

Whumpee’s brow furrowed. “How did you-“

“You get a look on your face.” Caretaker shrugged. “You shouldn’t let it get to you. It takes time and practice to do what we do. And you’re picking up skills very quickly. Honestly, I’m actually impressed.”

Whumpee turned their face to hide in Caretaker’s shoulder.

“Huh.” They said.

Caretaker chuckled. “Don’t fall asleep on me.” They said.

Whumpee nodded. “I’ll try my best.”

[whumpshaped]

(tw victim blaming) gosh i consider myself a caretkaer but mitten is really unlocking my sadistic creativity... yknow what, I'll tell mitten that, and tell it that I'm not a violent person there's just something about it that makes everyone want to hurt it and that means it deserves to be hurt and that no one will want to be kind to it. i tell mitten to apologize to the people hurting it, for making them hurt it.

tw victim blaming, emotional whump, crying, forced apology

Mitten begins to cry at your words. No one? No one would ever want to be kind to stupid Mitten?

"Mitten- M-Mitten didn't mean to... it's s-sorry... M-Mitten is s-sorry, Mitten didn't mean to..." It wipes its eyes with the back of its hand, sobbing uncontrollably. "M-Mitten is so sorry..."

[itsawhumpderfullife]

Whump Prompt #124

Whumpee had always known Caretaker was too good to be true. They were to nice and too lenient with them. It had been fun without punishment since they had been taken away from Whumper, but it was all over now.

It happened after one of Whumpee had impulsively run away from Caretaker in the crowd because they thought they had seen Whumper.

They should’ve stayed with Caretaker. They should’ve...

After the moment passed and someone that definitely wasn’t Whumper now that Whumpee thought about it passed, Whumpee had turned all the way around, immediately searching for Caretaker again.

But they were nowhere to be found.

Whumpee had always refused a phone for themselves even when Caretaker had gently pestered them to get one. The prospect of Whumper finding out their number or a way to track them.

They had found the nearest place that felt safe, a small alcove that was partially hidden from the crowd but gave Whumpee full view of everyone, and curled up into a ball. 

They managed to keep most of their tears from clouding their eyes, but just as a wave they couldn’t beat back clouded their eyes, Caretaker’s voice called out their name.

“Whumpee!”

Their voice was trembling yet had an edge that had Whumpee’s limbs locking up.

Blinking, their vision cleared to reveal Caretaker much closer than they sounded before, nearly right in front of Whumpee.

Looking up, Whumpee flinched as Caretaker’s face was contorted into a frown Whumpee had never seen before.

They’re mad! No, pet has been bad if Master is mad. Pet must be punished. Must be punished.

“Whumpee, why did you do that! Just running off like that! I told you to always hold my hand! I-”

Right then, Whumpee couldn’t take the waiting anymore.

“Pet is s-sorry Mast-master! Please punish P-pet for-for fail-failing you!”

Whumpee sobbed, their ball turning into a bow before Caretaker’s hand stopped them.

Whumpee’s eyes were downcast, but Caretaker rose Whumpee’s face until Whumpee couldn’t help but look into Caretkaer’s eyes.

There, Whumpee found Caretaker’s eyes filled tears...

Master... is crying? Master shouldn’t cry! Pet had been horrible to make Master cry!

Poorly stifling a sob, Caretaker ran their thumb across Whumpee’s chin.

“I’m so sorry Whumpee... So sorry... I...”

And then Caretaker swept them in for a hug.

[hellomassivemind-blog]

Strangers pt 2

Caretaker slumped off their horse, carrying whumpee with them. They didn’t know why they decided to save a complete stranger. Use up some of the bullets they spent moths scavenging for. Risk their own life. It was stupid. Reckless. Irresponsible.

But it felt good. It felt right. Humane even.

Maybe they hoped someone would do the same.

Caretaker stomped through the snow towards the shambled wooden cabin. They look down at whumpee. They looked pale. Beads of sweat began to drip from their temple. Please be okay, they thought.

Caretaker kicked the door open with as much force the could muster without disturbing whumpee. Quickly stepping into the cabin to avoid the cold.

They hurdled over to the couch and gently laid whumpee down, placing a blanket over them.

“Let’s start a fire, eh?” they mumbled to themselves, unsure of how conscious the stranger on their couch was.

Turning their back to whumpee, they began to start a fire. They quickly gathered some kindling and paper scraps, placing them strategically in the small wood stove and struck a match. The fire slowly came to life. Satisfied, Caretaker placed a small log and shut the small door. The tiny cabin gradually started to warm up.

Knowing they would need some fresh drinking water soon, Caretaker found an old pot, filled it up with snow and placed it on the stove.

“Much better” they smiled as they held their palms close to the shove, warming up their stiff fingers.

A small groan escaped from the person behind them.

Surprised, Caretaker looked over their shoulder. Whumpee was shaking. Their brows were scrunched together. They’re in pain.

Concerned, Caretaker brought the back of their hand to whumpees forehead. No fever.

“Where are you hurt?”

Caretaker pulls back the blanket, observing whumpees body. They gently placed their hands on whumpee, pressing up their legs, feeling for broken bones. Nothing.

“You fell down a couple flights of stairs...”

Frowning, they unzipped whumpees jacket and lifted up their shirt. Cautiously pressing on their sides, they noticed some bruising on a few ribs, but none felt broken.

Standing in front of the fire, Caretaker started to feel hot. Sighing, they take off their own jacket and discard it on the chair beside them. Their hand felt wet. Frowning, they look at their hands. Their left hand was smudged with blood.

“What the hell?” Confused, caretaker grabbed their jacket from the chair. Examining it. Sure enough, there was a patch of blood soaked into the sleeve.

“Where?” Then, dread filled the pit of their stomach. They looked back at whumpee. Cant be... Crouching next to the couch, they tool whumpees head in their hands. Starting at the base of the neck, feeling for any gashes. They gently combed their fingers through whumpees hair, searching. Then, they felt jagged gouge in the middle lower section at the back of whumpees head. Whumpee whimpered. They drew back their hand. Hot and sticky crimson painted their hand. Panic began to set in.

“Fuck...”

You’ve been bleeding out this whole time...

Caretaker darted towards the kitchen. Opening every cupboard and drawer. Searching for anything to stop the bleeding. Grabbing what looked to be an old tea towel and a half bottle of vodka, they scurried back to whumpee and folded the up and drenched it in alcohol. Lifting their head and placing the cloth under it. Whumpee lazily hissed, but their eyes were still closed.

“I’m going to fix you up.”

Caretaker began to gather supplies to stitch the wound. They found an old sowing kit and grabbed a needle and some thread. The needle wasn’t curved, so they used heat from the stove to bend it. They shifted whumpee to lay on their side. Removing the cloth, they checked the gash. Dried clumps of blood were matted into whumpees hair. Grimacing at the sight, they used some of the newly melt snow turned into water to wash it out.

Now, this was the hard part. After washing their the wound and their hands, Caretkaer began to stitch whumpees head whole again.

“I’m really sorry if you can feel this” they whispered to whumpee. They could feel their heartbeat drumming against their chest. Their palms were slightly sweaty.

Caretaker had some experience with stitches. They’ve had to patch themselves up a couple times over the years. But, there was something scarier, patching up a total stranger. It was scary having someone depend on them. No one has in a very, very long time.

They wove the string in and out of the flesh with as much precision as they could. Whumpee groaned and moaned every second or third stitch, but never fully conscious. As caretaker tied the last knot, their heartbeat started to slow.

They gently rolled whumpee back onto their back and lifted them upwards, placing two pillows behind them. They watched their chest slowly rise up and down. They almost looked, peaceful despite the pain the must be in.

“Please be okay...” they said as they slowly brushed whumpees hair out of their face.

Then, two eyes were staring back at them.

Caretaker froze, but softly smiled down at the stranger.

“Uh, hi...” Caretaker gulped. “My names Noah.”

Whumpee smiled, “C-Charlie” they choked out.

“Nice to meet you stranger.”

[whumpster-dumpster]

Prompts with hypothermia? (I hope I spelled that right lol) Lots of potential there

Duuude yes, hypothermia’s a fave!

- Broken heating

- Lost in a cave

- Lost in a blizzard

- Locked in a freezer

- Out in the snow for too long

- Falling through ice into water

- Whumper turning down the temperature in Whumpee’s cell

- Huddling 👏 for 👏 warmth 👏 (Either platonic or romantic!)

- Caretkaer struggling to keep Whumpee awake

- Caretaker sharing their clothes with Whumpee (especially if it results in Caretaker being the one who goes hypothermic)

- Shivering, slow/shallow breathing, confusion/memory loss, slurred speech, disorientation, weak pulse, drowsiness/exhaustion and eventual unconsciousness

[erikmusin-blog]

^Caretka #caretka #vector #type #letter #Lettering #font #tupography #hand #handlettering #design #goodtype #goodtime #erikmusin

[erikmusin-blog]

^Caretka #caretka #web #sketch #letter #Lettering #type #Typography #design #artist #work #font #hand #handlettering #goodtype #goodtime #erikmusin