#dapper mic anon

[whumpberry-cookie]

list that gotta do with a theme park?… -🎤🎩 Dapper Mic Anon

Ooh, you mean prompts for public whump in theme park with whumper? Or more like feeling sick/uncomfortable/anxious in theme park?

I will just write separate prompts for both! And I'll make separate content warnings for both of them.

Theme park whump/sickfic

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Whump:

(Cw: whumpee triggered, fake friends, fake tools of torture, dislocated bones, affectionate whumper)

Whumpee gets manipulated by the fake friends to enter the haunted house but Whumpee doesn't know the theme before they enter. And then they see lots of blood, tools of torture and people (actors) hanging in the chains. Caretaker finds the "friends" outside, laughing. (C:) "Where did Whumpee go?". Caretaker realises and without a single thought knocks the leader of the " friends" off his feet with a strong blow to the jaw (dislocated!). Caretaker runs around, searching for whumpee and finally finds them sitting outside on the bench with an actor who led them outside, and now comforting them.

Affectionate Whumper takes their prideful Whumpee to the theme park and forces them to behave. Whumpee hates every moment of Whumper trying to satisfy their coinscience by buying Whumpee nice food and toys, and hugging them, laughing. And Whumpee feels so humiliated and so helpless, but at the same time they can't help but laugh from the adrenaline of the roller coaster rides. And enjoy the sweet food. Whumpee's happy. And angry. And conflicted.

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Sickfic:

(Cw: trouble with breathing, feeling nuseous, waste fluids)

Sickie loses their breath sometimes. So after some extreme rollercoaster they keep going breathless and faint several times this day, even during the meals/calm walks in the park. Caretaker decides to stay with Whumpee while the other friends are going for the rollercoasters. Whumpee takes their medicine and falls asleep on Caretaker's arm. (W:) "I'm sorry... I ruined this day for you..." (C:) "Hmm? Oh, no, actually...," whispers, "...i'm deadly scared of these rides. One more ride and I'd barf. So you gave me a good excuse"

The water rides are fun, but then Sickie goes out all wet and without the clothes to change. And they just recovered from the big cold. So Caretaker takes them to the bathroom. Sickie just waits in the stall in Caretaker's coat and Caretaker helps them dry their shirt under the blowdryer.

Sickie feels nuseous after some bigger rollercoaster ride and a full meal. But Caretaker's always prepared. So they walk to a cafe, Caretaker asks for a hot water and dissolves the medicine for it, that tastes and smells sweet and neutral.

(W:) "...oh dear. I want to get down. I want to get down" (C:) "I thought you didn't fear the hights?" (W:) "Well I DO NOW APPARENTLY!" they scream as the roller coaster cars go up and up preparing for the biggest fall. Caretaker just gives quick instructions (C:) "Brace your knees and hands agains the car. Hold your breath just before the fall. Close your eyes if you need to. Remember, it's less than 30 seconds"

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[ficsick]

ITS HIM??

this person called Dapper Mic Anon is so funny bc when someone replies to their ask, they reblog it thanking them, most of the time its pretty well constructed.

Well someone denied their whump request and they replied with this. Im sorry how could this not be funny

[cold1dead1eyes]

Hey there! Im Dapper Mic, and i was hoping you could do a few wholesome fever prompts? thsnks in advance..! if ya do, please tag @dappermic -🎤🎩Dapper Mic Anon

@dappermic hello there :) i sure can

whumpee drifting in and out of sleep. they’re overheating, dizzy, confused, but in the background is caretaker singing softly. it’s whumpee’s favourite song. caretaker might not be the greatest singer but their voice is soothing. whumpee holds onto it in their delirious state, their one point of comfort.

caretaker bundling up a shivering whumpee in their arms. their skin is slick with sweat but whumpee still cuddles deeper into caretaker’s arms, seeking any bit of warmth they can get.

suppressed appetite. caretaker feeding whumpee small spoonfuls of whatever soup they can keep down.

caretaker bathing whumpee. their sleeves are up to their elbows as they sponge down whumpee, who’s shivering in the bathtub. whumpee is so weak, and so tired. their head keeps slipping down. caretaker gently holds them upright and promises them that they’ll carry them back to bed after their bath.

whumpee tossing and turning in the night. the stifling blankets are only making them even more frustrated. they reach out desperately for caretaker in the dark and caretaker immediately takes them into their arms. i got you, i got you, you’re okay, they whisper to whumpee, who needs every little bit of comfort they can get right now. caretaker kisses their forehead and rocks them to sleep.

i don’t write feverwhump or sickfics often but i enjoyed writing these! i hope you like ‘em too :)

[whumpookies]

Hey hey!! Dapper Mic Anon here to introduce you to a trendy new prompt request… Emeto Comfort!! Its a hot new trend, and you are perfect for it! Write some Emeto Comfort today, for your old pal, DMA! -🎤🎩Dapper Mic Anon

Dapper mic anon welcome 🍪

I gotta say I had to do a bit of research on emeto and then ask a mutual...

Okay, in all honesty I'm not a brilliant writer I dabble here and there and try as I might my style isn't for everyone's tastes...

I truly don't think I could be pulled into the emeto comfort world it's not really my style, I've gifed a few on the Emeto scale but nothing really serious ...

I will keep an open mind to it though cause hey you never know where the whumperflies will lead one day!

Happy whumping

[whumperfultime]

Hey hey! My name is Dapper Mic Anon, and im here to send a request your way! Introducing.. Emeto/Stomachache Comfort! A simple prompt list, where the Caretaker provides comfort to the Whumpee! Its wholesome, free, and a great producer of whumperflies across all of Whumpblr! Try today, at your own will!! -🎤🎩 Dapper Mic Anon

I like your enthusiasm, Dapper Mic Anon! I don't know if I'm the best person to ask since I don't write many prompts and I've never done requests before. I also don't gravitate towards emeto/stomach stuff so my inspiration is lacking.

While it's not a caretaking list, I know @whumpster-dumpster recently posted a list of emeto prompts right here that might spark some ideas for comfort scenarios!

And if any of my followers would want to share prompts for our dapper friend, feel free to chime in!

[ohbeffinitely]

HURRAH SUCCESSFUL THREE AND A HALF HOUR STREAM!! Thank you all that joined, you lovely people you 💕

I did bust through a lot of asks (many that have been there for... a while 🤔) so thank y’all for sending me asks as well!!

[imaginedisish]

I Wanna Be Yours (Otis Milburn x Reader) (Eric Effiong x Adam Groff) (Sex Education)

A/N: Heyyy guys!!! Sorry for the wait :( Life is busy ooooff! So this is based on an anon request I got a few days ago, which was based off of the song “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys. If you haven’t heard the song, GO LISTEN TO IT!!! So before you read, lemme just say that I incorporated the lyrics of the song into the imagine, and half way through the narrator switches to Eric and Adam, so don’t get confused lololol! I’m a little worried that this imagine is super confusing, and I’m sorry if it is!!! I hope you guys enjoy hehehe! I’ve got a Bandersnatch imagine coming next so hang tight for that!

Summary: After months of separation, Eric and Adam are reunited at a school dance, which prompts Otis to tell you how he really feels. I’m so bad at summaries oh my god...

Warnings: some language, but MAJOR FLUFF!!

Word Count: 2,080+

Also HAPPY MLK DAY!!!!!! He was one cool, hardworking, intelligent, dedicated, and incredible dude!!! If you haven’t done so, go read his “Letter from Birmingham Jail.” Pleeaaassee!! 

“Tonight is going to be the best night of our lives!” Eric says, swiftly gliding into the gymnasium as if it were some extravagant soiree. He spins around, extending his arms out to present the ornate decorations around you. Eric looked absolutely fabulous. He wore a vibrant blue floral tux, complete with bright purple eye makeup. 

Maeve cackles loudly, snorting in the process. “Eric, it’s a school dance. The only way this is going to be the best night of our lives is if someone spikes the punch bowl.” Eric gives Maeve a look of disappointment. 

“You’re insane, woman,” Eric says, extending a hand out towards Maeve that clearly says “shut up, you have no idea what you’re talking about”. Maeve retaliates with a strong and prompt middle finger. Eric steps closer to Maeve, a look of annoyance plastered on his face.

“Alright let’s keep things civil,” Otis chimes in, stepping in between Maeve and Eric, pressing a hand to each of their shoulders. You can’t help but giggle. Otis would never be able to stop a fight. He was too soft…

And far too cute, You think to yourself, smiling slightly. Otis wore a dark blue tux, his hair slicked back akin to a greaser. He really did look amazing. The sight of him made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. 

Of course, he could never know that he made you feel that way. You and Otis had been friends for years, and you figured that if he knew about your crush on him, your friend group would be torn apart. You shake off your feelings, and walk out towards the dance floor.

Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys begins to blast throughout the gym, and your eyes light up with excitement. You loved Arctic Monkeys, and you knew Otis did too. 

Alex Turner’s voice echoes, “Oh the boy’s a slag!” And the whole gym can’t help but sing along, including you, Otis, Eric and Maeve “The best you’ve ever had, the best you’ve ever had is just a memory…” 

“Now who’s dancing with me?” You call out, swaying your hips from side to side, extending a hand out towards your three friends. Maeve smirks, and quickly dips from your line of sight. 

“Not me,” Otis giggles, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m a terrible dancer!” He laughs and smiles widely. Eric gives Otis a slight push towards the dance floor. 

“Go on, mate. Dance with her!” Eric says, pushing Otis towards you again. Otis blushes as he comes face to face with you. 

Eric knew about your feelings for Otis. You had told him about a year ago, and he had remained your closest confidant ever since. Eric was so easy to talk to. He always listened and kept your secrets. 

“I’m so terribly sorry if my dancing is totally and utterly embarrassing,” Otis laughs, his eyes landing on your hips and then quickly moving back up to your face. “Y-you look really b-beautiful tonight, (Y/N).”

Heat rises to your cheeks, and the corners of your mouth slowly turn up. “T-thanks Otis,” You stutter nervously. “Y-you look quite dapper yourself.”

Dapper? Why the hell would I ever say dapper? You think to yourself, silently regretting what you said. 

Otis smiles widely. “Dapper?” He asks, giggling a bit, and blushing even more than he was before. 

“Yes, dapper,” You say, laughing awkwardly. “You really do look handsome.” Your words are more confident now. It was true, he looked extremely handsome, and you thought he deserved to know that. Otis beams with joy at your comment. 

His ocean eyes stare deeply into yours, and you can almost feel your cheeks begin to grow red.  

“You used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your night dress…” Alex Turner’s voice booms from the speakers as you and Otis step closer to each other. You two are centimeters apart, his nose practically brushing up against yours. “Remember when you used to be a rascal oh…” 

Just as it seems as though something is about to happen between you two, the song ends and the room cheers in excitement. You and Otis part from each other, clapping along with the rest of the room. 

The next song begins to play, and you recognize it immediately. The slow, languid, yet sharp percussion gives it away instantly. 

“Here’s a slow song for all our couples in the room. I Wanna Be Yours, by Arctic Monkeys, mates…” The DJ trails off. Suddenly, the room feels a lot hotter, and your heart begins to race, thumping violently against your chest.

“I love this song,” You say softly, growing more and more nervous each second. “The DJ must really love Arctic Monkeys.”

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust…” Otis steps closer to you as Alex Turner’s voice resonates throughout the gym. 

“Do you want t-to…” Otis chokes on his words. “D-dance? For r-real? W-with me?” He takes another step towards you, and you nod your head up and down eagerly. Otis smiles, and wraps his arms around your waist. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck. 

You two sway side to side, your stomach filling with butterflies. This was what you had always dreamed of. It felt so perfect, so unreal. 

Out of the corner of your eyes, you spot Eric. You try to flash him a smile, but he doesn’t see you. Instead, his eyes are glued to the gym doors. You watch as he quickly rushes out of the gym. 

“Adam?” Eric whispers to himself. There was Adam, the very Adam Groff that Eric had come to fall deeply in love with, simply standing outside of the gym, arms crossed tightly against his chest. Suddenly, nothing else in the world mattered. 

Eric thought he would never see Adam again. Adam had went off to military school about a year ago, and Eric hadn’t heard from him since. It killed Eric, and not a day went by that he didn’t dream of Adam holding him in his arms yet again.

Almost instinctively, Eric sprints towards the gymnasium doors, pushing them open with all the force he had inside of him. 

Adam’s hands fall to his sides, and his eyes land on Eric. 

“You didn’t say goodbye to me, and that isn’t bloody fair,” Eric says, slowly walking closer to Adam. 

“I didn’t know I was going to leave…” Adam trails off nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” He whispers to Eric. 

Adam takes another step towards Eric. He’s wearing a green tweed suit. The style was extremely unusual for Adam. He seemed to be completely put together. There wasn’t a seam that was tailored incorrectly, not a hair out of place. 

“You look…” Eric pauses for a second, trying to find the right words. 

“Bland?” Adam interjects, brushing a hand through his hair. “My dad wanted me to wear this disgusting suit. It was my grandfather’s suit or something like that.” Adam rolls his eyes in annoyance. 

“No, you look…amazing. Gorgeous, even,” Eric says confidently, closing the gap between he and Adam. 

“Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about you,” Adam whispers as a student casually walks around the two lovers. “Can we go somewhere and talk about this, in private?”

Eric shakes his head, anger quickly replacing the elated feeling in his gut as he remembers the unfortunate truth about his relationship with Adam. “No, I’m tired of hiding this. I’m tired of having to keep us a secret.” Eric’s voice is firm and commanding, something Adam wasn’t used to. Eric grabs Adam’s hand, pulling him into the gymnasium. 

“What are you doing, Eric?” Adam questions as Eric pulls him into the center of the floor. 

“I just wanna be yours,” the chorus of the song begins as Eric grabs Adam’s hands, intertwining his fingers with Adam’s. “I wanna be yours, Adam. Don’t you get that?”

You and Otis look over to Eric and Adam. “I thought Adam was at military school?” Otis says, perplexed. “And now they’re dancing together? I thought Eric hated Adam. What the bloody hell is going on?”

You smile lightly. Eric had told you what happened between him and Adam. He had cried to you for months about how crushed he was when Adam left. And now, they were together again. 

Eric pulls apart from Adam, and runs up to the stage, grabbing the microphone from the center of the stage. He taps the top of it, checking to see if it was on. “H-hello,” Eric stutters into the microphone, his voice booming throughout the gym. 

“Get off the stage, Tromboner!” Someone calls out. Eric shakes off the insult, and hops off the stage, the wireless mic still in his hand. He walks into the center of the floor, towards Adam, and the student body forms a circle around the two boys. 

“Adam, I love you. I understand if this isn’t something you want, but I wanna be yours,” Eric says, his words rushed and nervous. 

The lyrics, “At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean,” cuts through the tension of the gymnasium like a hot knife moving through butter, and the room falls silent, the only noise being the song in the background. 

Adam takes a step towards Eric, closing the gap that once kept them apart. 

“Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought…” 

“I wanna be yours too, Eric,” Adam says softly, cupping Eric’s cheeks with his hands, brushing his lips against Eric’s. The whole room cheers wildly. Eric smiles into the kiss, and so does Adam. 

You turn towards Otis, who’s hilariously confused. “What just happened?” Otis laughs, clearly surprised by the event that transpired. You go on to explain what had happened when the two boys were forced to be in detention with one another, as well as everything else that Eric told you had happened between them. 

Otis’s eyes are wide with surprise, but he’s clearly happy for Eric and Adam. Eric was his best friend, and he wanted nothing more than for him to live his best, and most full life. 

You can’t help but beam with joy as you watch Eric and Adam dance, Eric’s arms around Adam’s neck, and Adam’s arms around Eric’s waist. “I wish I had that much confidence,” You say, looking up at Otis. “You know? To tell the person you love how much they mean to you, it takes a lot."

Suddenly, Otis pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly against your lower back. Your heart flutters in your chest, and your stomach feels as though it’s doing back flips. 

“T-there’s s-something I’ve wanted to tell you f-for a while…” Otis’s croaks. “And watching those two,” Otis nods towards Eric and Adam, “Has given me the confidence to tell you how I feel.”

You wrap your arms around Otis’s neck, and nod anxiously in response. “And how is it that you feel, exactly?” You question, biting your lower lip, waiting for Otis to continue. 

“W-well, I’ve…”Otis trails off nervously, choking on his words. “I’ve sort of liked you…for a while now…” You smile widely, heat rushing to your cheeks. “To be completely honest, I think,” He pauses, “no, I know I’m in love with you. It’s fine if you aren’t in love with me, I just thought that you should kno-.”

You cut Otis off, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. 

“Shut up and kiss me back,” You giggle, your forehead pressing lightly up against Otis’s. His lips come crushing down on yours in response. Otis’s lips are warm and soft against yours, and you fear that if you pull away, your lips will turn to frost.

To your dismay, Otis takes his lips off of yours. His turquoise eyes stare deeply into your own, his arms still wrapped around your waist. 

“Otis,” You whisper, a smile plastered across your face. “I’m in love with you too.” 

“I just wanna be yours…” The song ends, and you close your eyes as Otis pulls you closer into his chest. 

You listen to his heart beating rapidly in his chest, and you hum in pleasure, realizing that there was no more longing, no more want. 

He was now yours, and you were his. 

[whumpberry-cookie]

could we please have some emeto prompts where caretaker comforts whumpee? its the hot trendy prompt, everyone is doing it!! jump on the trend pal! -🎤🎩 Dapper Mic Anon

Ohhh, like the emetophobia!

For a moment I was wondering "...who on Earth is Emeto?"

Emeto comfort prompts!

But kinda ANGST at the same time. I'm sorry, apparently every comfort prompt I try to write turns out to be angsty. But I tried my best.

(Cw: Sickfic around vomiting. So bodily fluids. Also attemted murder, poison, internal injuires, revenge, forced medicine, morally gray caretaker)

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Whumpee suddenly vomits, and doesn't even have time to grab any bag, so they stain the sheets. And is soo... soo ashamed that Caretaker sees them like that. But instead of disgust or irritation, Caretaker is so relieved and happy. Because that means Whumpee's body is fighting with the sickness and they will get better soon.

Caretaker treats sick Whumpee. (kind of field medicine doctor?) As soon as they enter the room they decide it needs to be aired, because the smell of puke must be unbereable for the patient. But there's deadly cold outside and all patient beds are already occupied. So Caretaker gently picks Whumpee up and carries them in their arms. Maybe Whumpee vomits with blood and stains Caretaker's apron red. Caretaker lies Whumpee down in Caretaker's own room. (W:) "I'm sorry..." (C:) "It happens. That's what the apron is for after all"

A beggar Whumpee is endlessly grateful for getting a whole loaf of bread from some generous stranger. Until their stomach starts horribly hurting. While they vomit, their gullet burns like fire. And then they see there's blood and pieces of sharp glass in the fluid. Other starnger find them like that, takes them inside their house and treats the internal wounds as well as they can. "How did the first stranger look like? Describe them to me," asks stranger Caretaker. Whumpee does. Caretaker silently leaves the house and comes back some hours later. When asked where they were, Caretaker replies with a mysterious smile, "I just fed someone with their own recipe"

Whumpee got poisoned, so Caretake has to force the vomiting-provoking medicine into them. It's heartbreaking to see Whumpee so pale, wet from the tears, saliva and sweat. So exhausted. They can't even sleep. They vomit the whole night. Caretaker just sits there and holds the bucket for them, sometimes pushes Whumpee's hair from their forehead. (W:) "Please, make it stop already" (C:) "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Whumpee, but I can't until you clean your stomach" Whumpee cries in helplessness. Caretaker hugs them tight. "It will be over soon. I promise"

(C:) "Whumpee. I work as a tanatopraktor for almost five years. Do you really think the pukes are the worst thing I had all over me?" (W:) "....Will you tell me what was the worst?" (C:) "Will you puke again if I tell you?" (W:) "...Probably" (C:) "Then I'll leave it to your imagination"

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Thank you so much for the ask, Dapper Mic Anon!

I had no idea that's the trend now! Thank you for letting me know! Maybe I should make research in community more often...?