#difficult caretaker

[redd956]

Whump Ideas: Competition

Let’s bring some competitiveness into whump. Imagine whumpees being forced to compete, or whumperees whose lives depends on succeeding the other

Like just imagine, or let me help

Multiple whumpers are stuck working underneath the boot of a much more powerful one. They are forced to compete amongst each other, with the looming threat of being whumpees themselves over their heads

A whumper forces multiple whumpees to compete with one other. Maybe its to get whumper’s work done, or just for their amusement. Either way the winner (or loser) gets something that the other doesn’t

Pet Whumpees compete amongst each other to be the best within whumper house. The best receives Whumper’s gentle attention

Whumper forces a few captive whumpees to sing to them. They let the best out for a little.

Whumpee recently discovers that their Whumper has a quota that they didn’t set

Two caretakers competing over whumpee’s trust. Is it for whumpee’s good or something truly else?

Whumper is competing with their “fellows” over who has the best pet whumpee, and is growing overly trick towards them

Whumpees are challenged on who can take whumper’s “treatment” the best. In the end the winner is awards with a well deserved break

Caretakers despised a very difficult whumpee who appeared in their care. Leader made it a competition, and overtime while competing the caretakers came to like whumpee. However whumpee recently discovered the competition

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

difficult recovery prompts

Nightmares

Won’t wake up

Can’t/won’t speak

Overheated

Hypothermic

Sickly

A fever that breaks

A fever that won’t let up

In too much pain to sleep

Lingering effects of poison

Applying bandages

Removing bandages

Stitched up wound(s)

Can’t stop shaking

Finally, water

Finally, food

No appetite

Drawn and frail

Pounding headache

Unsteady on feet

Falls trying to leave room

Not quite themself anymore

Hopelessness

Sore and achy

Fading bruises

Tense muscles

A slow-mending break

Impatient and frustrated

A balm or lotion

Touch starved

Side effects of medicine

Too much medicine

Not enough medicine

Recovering lost and alone

Recovering safe at home

Recovering while still with whumper

[chiharuuu22]

Caretaker always smiles. Always and every time. A gentle and calming smile.

Whumpee is happy to see. When Caretaker was joking with the team members, when she was cooking in the kitchen, when she was gardening, when she was looking at Whumpee and the others, In fact, when they were preparing to fight Whumper, Caretaker never lost her smile. A warm smile melts any unpleasant atmosphere.

When they managed to win against Whumper and Whumpee underwent a period of recovery, Caretaker's smile became one of the "medicines" Whumpee needed. The smile that greeted him every morning, the smile when Whumpee succeeded in making progress in his healing, the smile that was expressed when adjusting the position of the blanket, the smile when treating the wounds of Whumpee and the rest of the team—a beautiful smile.

It felt like Caretaker had never been sad, let alone cried.

Ah no.

Whumpee had seen her once, when he was still half-conscious and unable to move. The cry that Caretaker made secretly in the middle of the night. Tears and sobs came out of the mouth of the person who was always smiling while holding Whumpee's hand in prayer.

Whumpee knows that his weak condition makes Caretaker cry and always wants to say that he is much better, so Caretaker doesn't have to cry anymore. However, when he saw Caretaker's smile in the morning, Whumpee thought better of it. Caretaker's smile was too sincere and beautiful to be ruined by crying if Whumpee said what was on his mind.

[crippledanarchy]

I wish people who hate kids would stop having children

[antianakin]

So in the Caretaker Luke AU, I think someone in the New Republic is probably connected to Cal or Cal's refuge on Tanalorr and is able to get a message to the Jedi to call them in for Anakin's trial because if anyone deserves to speak or have final say on what happens to him, it's the Jedi. Especially the ones left who survived Order 66. They also need help with guards for Anakin because there's a worry that someone might try to kill him while they're holding him during the trial.

So Cal shows up with Kata and Reva, who Cal found a few years after she left the Inquisitorius.

Leia of course is fairly skeptical of Reva's sudden appearance. Last she'd seen Reva, Reva had been a seemingly loyal Inquisitor for Darth Vader. Reva doesn't mind telling Leia her true story, though, and Leia chooses to bury that particular hatchet.

Cal is the one chosen to speak for the Jedi at the trial, while Reva and Kata guard Anakin. Anakin recognizes Reva, of course, and asks her why she's here, why she's bothering to protect him when he knows she'd rather see him dead. Reva tells him that she had wanted to look him in the eyes one last time and see if she can see a person looking back, instead of a monster. The Jedi are supposed to care about everyone, and she's been trying to get back to that, trying to be the kind of person who would make a good Jedi, but caring about everyone is exhausting. She keeps looking for a way to care about him, tried to tell herself he had a hard childhood but then so did a lot of people, tried to tell herself that he was clearly damaged but then so is everyone in some way. And she knows, better than most, that he's not possessed or controlled by Palpatine in any way. So protecting him now, it's not mercy. She wanted to let the New Republic kill him, and Anakin says she should just let them do it or kill him herself, but Reva tells him that he doesn't get the easy way out. If she has to live with what he's done for the rest of her life, he does, too.

At the trial, when they ask what the Jedi would ask to be done with Anakin, Cal argues for no execution. He tells them that while he was young when the Republic fell and was replaced with the Empire, he knew that the Republic was supposed to stand for justice for all. The Republic wasn't what it was meant to be by the end and it allowed itself to become something that stood only for selfishness and greed because it was run by people who were controlled by fear. He says that this New Republic should not fall to the same mistakes, that if it wants any chance to succeed where the Republic and the Empire failed, it needs to start on a new path, one of compassion and mercy. Executing Anakin, while deserved, only means more bloodshed. This New Republic needs to be better than that. If there are alternate solutions, they should find them rather than taking the easier solution simply because it's there.

Luke offers to be Anakin's guardian, to watch over him until Anakin's death, promises he will keep Anakin from continuing to rain down vengeance and violence upon the galaxy. The New Republic agrees to this solution.

Luke goes to thank Cal for his support after the trial, for speaking up for Anakin. Cal tells him that he didn't do it for Anakin, he did it for the New Republic, to try to ensure that the galaxy they all have to live in for the rest of their lives becomes a kinder place than it has been for a long time. Luke understands and accepts this.

Luke tells Cal how excited he was to hear that there were more Jedi, that there might be a whole planet of surviving Jedi he could meet and if it would be possible for him to go there. Cal tells him that while the Jedi survivors would be happy to meet him, they're also still refugees of the Empire, in hiding as they recover. It was Anakin who destroyed them last time and then hunted them down for 20 years and they've been lucky enough to keep this particular location a secret from him and the Empire for as long as they have; Cal refuses to put what remains of his people at risk (he hadn't been particularly happy about Reva and Kata insisting on accompanying him to this trial, but they'd both insisted and he respected that it was their choice to make). There's also just plenty of people on that planet who never want to see Anakin again and he won't force that trauma onto them if he doesn't have to. And Luke can no longer go anywhere without Anakin. Cal tells Luke that they can't even give him the name and location of the planet in case Anakin plucks it out of Luke's mind. They've only survived this long by being VERY careful about keeping it as secret as possible.

Cal is obviously very sympathetic and apologetic throughout the entire explanation, but it doesn't remove the sting of the rejection and they both know it. Luke just agreed to reap the consequences of Anakin's actions, and this was the first time he truly understood what that sacrifice was going to mean for him.

[5-htagonist]

.........im just gonna be real i do not see kabu misu. like period...... like dont get me wrong theyhave a good dynamic but it was NOT mithrun in the middle of his conspiracy board

[catmitsumi]

marie lesbian crisis comic

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Chapter 2

@augustofwhump Day 2 iv / shock / cry for help

Masterpost

CW: dehumanization, intimate whumper, royal whumper, vampire whumpee, strong pet whump vibes, kidnapping

You've heard of hurt/comfort, now let's give it up for comfort/hurt! :D

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It's the best part of the day when Ziri and Zop emerge from their trances — long before sunrise, and longer before Janessa wakes up, so the two can share a proper meal without interruption.

"Ah-ah," Zop puts a hand on Ziri's shoulder as he starts to enter the kitchen. "I got it. You sit down, and I'll bring it to you, alright?"

With a grateful nod, he takes a seat on the denim couch, pain shooting through his sides regardless of how careful he tries to be.

Zop gets to work pouring a denim glass of blue blood from a denim pitcher, then prepares themself a denim bowl of denim cereal and denim milk. They resist the urge to plop down into the sofa, instead sitting gently to avoid bouncing their poor brother around, and they hand him his glass before angrily digging into their own meal.

"That bitch is lucky I can't get my claws on her. YET."

"At least it was an accident. For whatever that's worth." He tiredly rolls his eyes and takes a sip of blood.

"It's worth fuckin' nothin'. I don't give a shit if it was on purpose, I give a shit that she broke your damn ribs!" They furrow their brow, a spark in their eyes. "If I didn't know better... I'd think she's gettin' more careless havin' you out there."

"...She doesn't get careless."

"Whaddya call last night, then?"

He takes a longer drink, looking at the ground. "She just... got a little angry, that's all."

"Angry enough to forget she was holdin' you, hm?"

"We can't count on her slipping up again, Zop. If anything, she'll be on the lookout for mistakes more now than ever."

"Come on, Keys. If she slipped once, it's worth thinkin' up a plan just in case it happens again, right? Just.. just for fun?"

Ziri returns Zop's pleading look with one of shame.

"...Maybe later. I'm kinda distracted by, y'know," he gestures to his side. "Taking a lot out of me."

Zop sighs sadly. "Aye. You should focus on restin' as best as you can right now."

"Thanks."

"'Course. You gonna try healing some more before or after?"

"After. I don't want to use up all my magic right now, just in case it... happens... again." He groans and buries his face in his hands, his voice strained. "I know. I know. Don't say it."

Zop doesn't have to read the flowers on his horns to pick up on his distress. They wordlessly open their arms, and he all but collapses into them with a shuddery sob. They wrap him in a secure, but gentle, hug.

"Shh, shh, shh. I'm here. It's gonna be alright."

They spend the next few hours like that, the sogginess of Zop's shitty cereal mattering far less to them than comforting Ziri. Upon hearing the telltale sounds of Janessa getting out of bed, he curls further into them with a whimper.

"I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't do it anymore."

They catch themself before offering the alternative. Even if they're trying to be selfless, the very thought of it just stresses him out more.

"This is the last day of the week she's seeing subjects, right? You just have to make it through today, and you'll have more time to recover."

Ziri gives them a look.

"...As much time as she gives you on normal days, anyway. Which is usually more."

With an exhausted sigh, Ziri slowly pushes away from Zop. "I should get ready."

"Do you need help?"

"Please."

He gestures to the crumpled denim on the floor that's marginally less uncomfortable than the others, and Zop fetches it as he undresses. A growl escapes him when they bring the demeaning outfit to him.

"This won't last forever. We'll get out of here. I promise." They offer him a small smile. "Even if we don't figure out a faster plan, we're on course to shatter this place in, what, a century?"

"Two, at this rate. Maybe three."

"Sooner than eternity, aye?"

"...Aye." He returns a weak smile of his own, takes a deep breath, and sticks out his arm for Zop. Once they've finished dressing him, he leans his head against their chest, and they wrap their arms around him once more, the two clinging to each other until he vanishes from the gem.

The first thing Ziri hears upon being summoned before Janessa is a scoff.

"Fucking.. crybaby. It can't hurt that badly. I know you can heal yourself."

He bows his head. "Forgive me, m'lady. I can only manage so much."

"Whatever. Here." She tosses a bottle at him, and he scrambles to catch it. "Drink up."

"Yes, m'lady." He downs the bottle as quickly as he can, hoping to get whatever unpleasant effects are in store for him as soon as possible, but... the only effect seems to be a substantial decrease in pain. He gives her a questioning look.

"Don't get used to it. It'd just be annoying if you were compromised as the result of an accident. We're going to move on and forget this ever happened, understood?"

He stifles the indignant laugh threatening to claw out of his throat. She can't honestly believe it's that easy.

"Of course, m'lady."

"Good boy. Now shift."

"...Yes, m'lady."

Ziri closes his eyes and lets out a weary sigh, forcibly willing himself to turn into a snake. The helplessness that comes with the form — the size, the lack of limbs — is enough to send him into a panic by now, even before Janessa reaches towards him. At least snakes can't cry.

Surprisingly, she doesn't grab him as usual. Her hand stops in front of his face.

"Arm."

Confused, he slithers onto her arm obediently. She hurriedly answers his unasked question.

"I just figured it'd be funnier to make you do it yourself since you hate being near me."

She doesn't look very amused...

...Is the one and only Empress Janessa Vurbone feeling remorse? For Ziri?

"Open."

She places a tablet on his tongue that melts into the most unpleasant blood he's ever experienced, and chuckles as he writhes in pain.

There goes that.

Regardless of her efforts to compensate by giving him far more bad "treats" than usual throughout the day, though, he still can't help but notice the uncharacteristic caution she handles him with. Not only does she hold him more loosely, but when she gets even mildly frustrated, she coincidentally has him perform a trick that keeps him out of her hands.

Gods, he wishes he could see what the actual fuck is going on in that head of hers.

As is, he can barely keep track of what's in his own, the layers of various pain and discomfort working together to turn his brain into soup. (Metaphorically, he hopes.) He tries to ground himself by paying a little more attention to his surroundings.

There's two — no, three — visitors, it seems. A large, burly elf, who seems to be in heated conversation with Janessa, a more slender elf standing by, and a pixie sitting on the slender elf's shoulder.

Is all that blood getting to his head, or does that pixie look familiar?

...Why are they looking at him like that?

Just as he starts to wonder if he should give Janessa a heads-up, the conversation shifts into a full-blown argument, even more intense than yesterday's. Janessa grits her teeth and pulls out a good treat, the glorious smell overriding whatever was going through his muddled mind, and lobs it across the room.

"Fetch."

He readily slithers towards it as fast as he can, savoring the blissful taste making everything just a little better.

His ecstasy is short-lived, however, interrupted by a firm hand around his sore abdomen. The slender elf towering above him wears an unsettling grin as they open their bag.

Too terrified to think, he telepathically screams to Janessa,

"M'LADY!"

She whips her head towards him, her eyes wider than he's ever seen them.

"Z—"

Her response is cut off the moment the bag closes over his head, leaving Ziri in a dark, empty void.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT. He is FUCKED. He's going to be in so much trouble for running off. Fuck, this isn't good. And that's assuming these strangers have mean well. If they don't...

The elf's wicked smile flashes in his mind. His breathing quickens.

"Empress Vurbone!"

The one time he wants to hear her horrid voice in his head, it's deafeningly silent.

Is the connection cut off? Just like that?

He shifts back into a satyr and hugs his knees to his chest. More to himself than anyone else, he quietly tries one last time.

"Janessa?"

[oopsiwhumpeditagain]

whumpee who ends up having to care for caretaker because they go through something and it being difficult for both of them. whumpee just wants to go to a time before either of them were hurt.

[handsomethrowrug]

OOC:

[disjournaled-scrolls]

it's not just physical health!!! it's not ever going to be just physical health!!! you can't "just focus on the big issues right now, and work on that later" because i will always be mentally ill/disabled!!!!!! Changing my diet suddenly and drastically is never going to be something you can just do because i am autistic!!! i have like 7 meals i can eat that don't make me want to throw up!!!!!! cutting out 80% of all foods is insane for even a normal person and you want me to fucking do it? fuck you!!

[sicklysidecharacter]

I definitely would not recommend Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka to anyone who is chronically ill

[bahoreal]

wei wuxian being the protector of jiang cheng and jiang yanli... in any other drama he would be the side character and jiang cheng or jiang yanli would be the protagonist, it rly helps u understand part of why jiang cheng is so bitter lol

[misslisamiray]

Ao3 link for Chapter 10! Morty's doing his best to take care of Rick. Rick is... not making that easy, but if you look at some of the earlier chapters, it could be much worse. 😅

[fazcinatingblog]

What Jack Ginnivan's coaches would say about Jack Ginnivan:

Bucks - Craig's son

Robert Harvey - bright young talent. Spark up forward. Kid just loves his footy

Craig McRae - cheeky Jack. Funny. Great kid. Could be on drugs though so be wary.

Sam Mitchell - cheeky Jack and the rascal pack

[the-casbah-way]

i saw a tiny fox cub today i don't know why it was on its own i hope it is ok i love baby foxes so much i've never seen one in person before it was SO SMALL