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đ€ Subtle Signs of a Caretaking Dynamic đ€
Caretaker stepping in front of whumpee instinctively when there's gunfire/a loud noise/etc.
Whumpee looking towards Caretaker instinctively when faced with danger or a difficult question.
Caretaker carrying whumpee's belongings for them or opening doors for them. Generally making tasks easier for whumpee.
Caretaker knows things about whumpee's recovery or medical situation off the top of their head, without even having to think about it.
Or Caretaker gets defensive when asked about whumpee. "Why do you want to know? What do you want with them?"
Whumpee leaning against Caretaker's shoulder when they're next to each other.
Caretaker lightly brushing a hand against whumpee's hand in a gesture of comfort. Or whumpee initiates that, and Caretaker picks up on a hint and holds their hand.
If the relationship is fated or somehow bound, there may be markers of a unique bond, such as tattoos, bite marks, etc.
Their tone of voice changing completely as soon as they start talking to each other. Maybe they're shy with everyone else but joke with each other. Or maybe they act cheerful with everyone else, but turn serious as soon as they can talk to the one other person who knows what's really going on.
Nonverbally checking if whumpee is okay with meaningful glances across a room or "thumbs-up versus thumbs-down" gestures.
Caretaker immediately noticing when something is wrong for whumpee and getting visibly stressed.
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No peaceful sleep for whumpee.
Captive whumpee who isnât given a place to sleep.
Captive whumpee who is kept bound in an uncomfortable day and night, with no way to lay down.
Captive whumpee who is forced to sleep on a cold, hard floor.
Captive whumpee who is woken up every hour by whumper.
Captive whumpee whose whumper comes in to torment them while theyâre sleeping.
Captive whumpee whose whumper blasts noise so they canât sleep properly.
Captive whumpee who is sprayed with water whenever they fall asleep.
Captive whumpee who is allowed to sleep, but only when they fulfill whumperâs terms.
Captive whumpee who is allowed to sleep but only while whumper is with them or only in whumperâs bed.
Recovering whumpee who canât sleep without horrible nightmares that wake them up with a racing heart.
Recovering whumpee whose caretaker always sees them whimpering and tossing and turning as they sleep, muttering ânoâ and âpleaseâ in between sharp breaths.
Recovering whumpee who is afraid to go to sleep due to the fear that something will happen to them while theyâre not alert.
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Whumper that treats pet whumpee like a lapdog meets whumpee who had lived their whole life touchstarved and hated equals the most toxic but enjoyable relationship either had ever had.
Whumper likes how whumpee leans into their touch, the way they panic when they leave the room.
Whumpee relishes the âbestâ treatment theyâve ever had, and chalks up the overly close and possessive nature of it to love.
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Whump Dialogue
Whumper:
"Come here, whumpee. There you go, good boy"
"Oh don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, but you're probably going to wish I did"
"Caretaker? You really think they can save you now? Look around, I call the shots here, you arent getting out unless I say so"
"No, no caretaker, you got it all wrong. I'm not going to hurt you..... Whumpee on the other hand..." (Whumpee and caretaker can swap places in this one)
"I want you to know, caretaker. Whumpee struggled, held out as long as he could, waiting for you to save him. Too bad that day never came, did it?"
"Don't worry caretaker, I haven't been hurting our whumpee too bad. He only lost a fraction of his blood, not enough to be fatal."
"Hm, y'know the bruises on your face really bring out the bright color of your eyes. Oh how pretty you look when I'm done with you, isn't that right, whumpee?"
"Caretaker doesn't love you, whumpee. Nobody does, only I do"
"Look, caretaker, look at all you failed to prevent" (whumper showing caretaker what they've done to whumpee)
Whumpee:
"Fuck you, I'll never give into yo- GAAAGH"
"Caretaker.....hurts"
"Caretaker, whumper, he's behind you"
"I thought you wouldn't come"
"Why did you help me"
"Caretaker will find me, and more importantly, find you. And when they do, what you've done to me will look like a tea party in comparison"
"You shouldn't have come, caretaker."
"MOVE, ITS A TRAP" (said by whumpee when caretaker enters their cell)
"GET DOWN" (said by whumpee before taking an attack that was meant for teammate)
"Please......" (Said by a shaking and bloody whumpee, staring at the weapon in whumpers hand)
"Wait, caretaker, I never told you....thank you, for everything. I owe you my life"
"You don't have to monitor me, caretaker, I'm fine. You should get some rest"
Caretaker:
"Whumpee.....oh my god, what did they do to you"
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you, but I am now"
"Please, please don't hurt them" (said by caretaker with a tear falling down their cheek, only able to plead with whumper to not hurt whumpee)
"STOP, NO STOP, HURT ME, PLEASE" (said by caretaker as whumper begins to stalk towards a defenseless whumpee)
"YOU SON OF A BITCH, IM GONNA KILL YOU" (screamed by caretaker as they're forced to watch whumper attack whumpee)
"WHUMPEE, RUN" (screamed by caretaker towards whumpee, as they both get attacked)
"Of course I came for you, no way I'd leave you behind"
"You aren't leaving my sight until you recover, understand?"
"It's my fault, whumpee, I'm so sorry"
"Whumpee, get some rest. That's an order"
"Don't you dare fucking hurt them"
Whumpee x caretaker:
C: "whumpee it's ok, it's ok. I'm here, darling, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
C: "do you need anything else, love?"
W: "um, a kiss, maybe?"
C: "hm, of course, dear"
C: "whumpee, I was so scared. I couldn't .. I can't lose you too."
W: "you didn't, I'm still here. I'm sorry I scared you, love."
C: "it's ok, dear, it's ok. I got you, I'm not letting go, ever"
W: "funny, I thought you hated me. Y'know earlier when you said you didn't want to see me again, and now here we are. Me bleeding on your couch, and you helping me"
C: "would you shut up, I'm trying to work here."
W: "yeah, no pressure, but my life is on the line here"
C: "you stupid idiot, why did you do that?"
W: "I.... I couldn't let them hurt you, caretaker."
C: "w...why?"
W: "because I love you, you idiot"
I'm thinking of making another one of these but idk if I should.
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Sicktember Day 13
Mononucleosis (Alt Prompt: Hospital Bed)\
Caretaker gripped the edge of the perfectly arranged hospital bed, Whumpee laying deceptively peacefully on top. The heart rate monitor next to them beeped, again and again, at a rate that seemed just slightly too slow and, somehow, slightly to fast at the same time.
Whumpee stirred on the sheets, rumpling the blanket a bit.
"Whumpee? Are you awake?"
There was no answer.
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Butterfly Whumpee - Caretaker
Caretaker never had anybody
Caretaker spent his life alone
Caretaker only knew how to take and give insults
Caretaker only ever knew how to fight back in a relationship
How to be just as bad if not worse than those he loved
How to return blows, hit back
Until he met Whumpee
She spoke like a musical instrument
She treated him like someone who didn't deserved to be stepped on
He appreciated that
Until he learned
She was only doing it because she was taught to be stepped on in his place
To endure pain but smile anyway
Caretaker and whumpee are birds of a feather.
Flaws were brought to the front and punished while any semblance of positivity of virtue was covered and buried
They try to sacrifice themselves for each other because neither think they are worth saving
Caretaker and Whumpee only have each other to live for.
Because when your life crumbles around you and you need to hold onto something
Barbed wire is still a wire
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Ugh. I love the trope of a character living with a dead body in plain sight but isnât mentally able to recognize it. Whether they be too young or they are so far gone that they canât, itâs so. Horrific. Like the moment you REALIZE that thereâs a dead body of a loved one just. Sitting there. And theyâve been living their life without missing a beat as it rots in the living room. Bonus points if they acknowledge it but as someone or something else. Like oh thatâs not my dead aunt, sheâs alive silly! Or oh aunties been sleeping.
Theyâre so out of it that someone literally DYING (especially when they played an important role in the characters life) that they donât even notice. It doesnât even concern them. They are SO wrapped up in theyâre delusions and hallucinations (for the mentally deteriorating or disturbed trope) that the smell of a rotting body that only CONTINUES to smell worse doesnât even hinder them enough to be concerned. To them everything is just fine and peachy. They donât realize their mom slipped and broke her neck, and itâs not even they that they donât or wouldnât care, it could plausibly be that they arenât CAPABLE of realizing this person is dead. they donât want to. their mind completely reworks their reality so that sheâs very much alive but sleeping, or on a trip somewhere. Or just literally hallucinates conversations with them. Ugh this one is just my personal favorite but.
Pr when a character is so young they donât KNOW what death is or WHY their mom hasnât gotten up in weeks, even months. They donât understand why the house continues to smell worse and worse. Theyâre forced into taking care of themselves, to being their own adult while this person who was supposed to take care of them âsleepsâ. I donât like this one as much as the hallucinations one, because with this one the situation is less malleable and more specific. But itâs still so good. It means that the person who was taking care of them made them feel like they were supposed to do it themselves. Theyâre too scared to try and wake mom or even if they did try when it doesnât work, they still donât get someone else. It could either mean neglect, or oversheltering. Itâs just them and mommy. The character either doesnât trust other people or doesnât even ASK them because how could they help? Itâs just them and mommy. But mommyâs sleeping, so they have to be good so when she wakes up sheâs rested and is proud! And on the flip side, the character could be scared and maybe doesnât want their parental figure to wake up because then that means they get punished or maybe they have friends over or the parental figure just isnât fun to be around. Loud, obnoxious, or maybe negative and constantly drunk, or maybe the kid doesnât NOTICE they havenât gotten up. Theyâre so independent at such a young age that they can get to school, they can get their own food, and when the food runs out thatâs when they get a little concerned. But theyâre still young. They donât know how to long term problem solve or how to QUESTION whatâs going on around them. The smell? just avoid it. The food? try to ration or get food from friends and school.
my favorite part is REALIZING that the character goes their daily life around something so horrible and rotting. You could probably tell something was off. Whether with the kid they were quiet or antisocial, maybe a little weird, or with the hallucinations character, you could tell they are a little off their rockers. You never EVER thought it was actually this bad. A dead body? Rotting? for weeks? how does someone let this happen? This poor person. This poor kid. Reality either something they avoid, or has become to make no sense. Reality is what the kid has been told. They were never told what death is or what to do.
It hurts so much more when itâs a character youâve WATCHED become this way. Youâve seen them interact with their late loved ones before. Youâve seen them socialize somewhat functionally. You know who they actually are and you KNOW how much they cared for this person. But something happens. Or maybe nothing did. But they just grew more and more reclusive. As their mental state deteriorates, so did their living friendships. And the less and less people talked to them, the less and less they bothered to attach themselves to reality or anyone who really was. Then you finally get to see inside their mind, their house, and hope itâs not the worst case scenario. But as you turn the corner into a room or a stairway, you see. You see that itâs so so much more worse than you could have EVER thought. and i lostmy train of thoug
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Cw: Swearing, Alcohol usage, mentions to torture, PTSD, implied Depression, and yeah... just don't read this if you're sensitive.
Uhhh... So... It's a little different. And Weird. And probably has a lot of flaws, but... enjoy?
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âYou look nice!â Rose smiled at her brother-in-law. âI donât think Iâve ever seen you in Blue before.â
âHey, you look good too Petals.â Jakkon offered her his arm. âBut I will admit, you look better in red!â
âIs that what you told Eveny when you had Rune?â Rose took his arm with a sly smirk. Jakkon froze and looked down at his sister-in-law, face turning bright red in embarrassment. âOh, you are so easy to make fun of!â
âHey!â Jakkon shook his head, trying to clear the heat from his face. âYou⊠I⊠Hey!âÂ
âTake it as revenge for what you said about the red dress.â
âWhat- All I did was compare the color. It was meant to be a compliment!â
âIâll take that as a compliment when Iâm dead.â
Jakkon gaped at her in fake offense. âRude! Any man who tries to dance with you has my condolences for dealing with that flame of a tongue youâve got!â
Rose smirked. âWell, I pity whoever asks you. The two-left-hooves I know couldnât dance if his life depended on it.â
âWhat person in their right mind would ever ask me to dance?â Jakkon laughed, smoothing the hair out of his face.
âHey, Horns? If my sister thought you were attractive enough to marry you, youâve got to have something going for you.â
The Satyr and Fae both smiled. âDo you want to go look at the food options?â
âReally? You want to?âÂ
âSure! Why not?â
âAlright!â Rose glanced around at the other guests, noting that most of them had something, whether it be a drink or a small bit of food, and let her brother-in-law lead her through the crowds over to a series of tables.Â
The two lightly teased one another for a bit, Rose taking a few small fruits, and Jakkon just keeping her company before they ventured back out into the crowds to strike up conversation with Morena and Finn.
Jakkon put his hands behind his back. âSo, have either of you tried dancing yet?âÂ
âNo. Um⊠Not yet.â Morena smiled sheepishly, the tips of her ears tinging pink as Finn looked at the ground.
âCome on! Have some fun! Live a little!â Rose elbowed Finn.
âNow you sound like Jak.â The harpy glanced up and met Jakkonâs eyes. The Satyr broke into a smirk and Finn managed a smile.
âGo on! Have fun you two! Donât just stand here!â Jakkon smiled at Morena and threw his arms around her.Â
Morena smiled softly as Jakkon stepped behind Morena and leaned forward. âSorry.â Then he pushed her toward Finn. Both jumped, and Finn caught Morena, their faces turning bright pink.
âI⊠uh⊠sorry!â
âNo, no, youâre alright!â
âSame to you I justâŠâ
Both of the harpies froze, looking at one another before Finn offered Morena his hand. âWell⊠um⊠Would you like to dance?â
Morena smiled and took it. âYes. I would. Very much.â
Rose held up a fist, and Jakkon bumped it with a smirk. âMission accomplished.â
After a few minutes of silent celebration, Rose and Jakkon snuck through the crowds to watch the slow dance. The two harpies stumbled over their talons a few times, this particular dance not fit for them, but they came back holding hands and laughing.Â
âSo, have fun?â The Satyr smiled.
âYes, no thanks to you!â Morena smiled at him and hugged him. âThank you.â
âJust doing my civil duty maâam.â Jakkon gave her a fake salute and Rose smirked.
But suddenly, a voice interrupted them. âFinn! Itâs good to see you!âÂ
Rose eyed the newcomers but leaned against her brother-in-law. âHey Horns, how many times do you think youâd fall over if you tried to dance?â
âEvery step!â He laughed as someone in the crowd moved and he caught sight of a painfully familiar figure with the group talking to Finn. Pale skin, sharp ears, and cold piercing eyes. The smile on his face faded as his pupils constricted in terror, and he flinched back.
âHuh? Horns?â Rose reached out to him, but Jakkon pulled away from her as the figure turned, a long black braid rested against the golden buttons on his suit.Â
Just as Jakkon was about to run, the cold, hissing voice called out cheerfully. âJak! Itâs good to see you here!â The Satyr flinched, shivering as he closed his eyes. But the elf ignored his obvious fear and grabbed his wrist, faking a handshake as he pulled him back. âAre you⊠enjoying yourself?â
Jakkon froze, his shoulders slumping as he looked down at the ground. âYessir. It has been⊠very nice. Thank you for inviting us.â
âGlad to hear youâre grateful.â He smiled. âNow whoâs this lovely creature?â He let go of Jakkon, turning to Rose as he took her hand and kissed it.
âDONâT-â Jakkon stopped himself, âtouch her.â
âWhat was that?â Eynalis turned back to Jakkon, his eyes narrowing.
âI⊠I uh⊠N-nothing sir. Please donât touch her... Sheâs my family. I wouldnât want anyone getting any ideas!â He laughed nervously, pulling Rose away from the elf, who smiled, knowing he now had a good method of keeping Jakkon right where he wanted him.
âWho is this?â Rose tilted her head.
âYes Jak, donât be rude. Please, introduce us.â The Elf grinned.
âUmâŠâ The Satyr shifted. âRose⊠this is Eynalis. He⊠heâs my boss. And our host. Heâs been like a father to me since I got this job. Eynalis, this is⊠my sister, Rose.â
âAh! Itâs good to meet you, mâlady!â Eynalis grinned, shifting the glass of wine in his hand.
Rose glanced at Jakkon and lowered her voice to a whisper. âWhy are you so desperate to leave? He doesnât seem so bad.â
âI- I⊠um⊠I donât⊠never mind.â The Satyr avoided her eyes as Eynalis grabbed back onto his wrist.
âYes! Why are you so eager to go somewhere Jak? Are you⊠afraid of being tied down?â
Jakkon gasped a shaking breath. âI⊠No sirâŠâ
âGood!â Eynalis grinned. âYou know Jak, emotions are so fleeting. Like the love of flowers in spring.â
Eynalis tightened his grip on the Satyrâs arm as he gasped a shaky breath. âIâm so glad you work for me. There are so many things youâre capable of in this fleeting world. Thereâs so much fun to be had at parties like these you know. Do you remember the last time we had a meeting?â Jakkon froze, horrified as he remembered the screams of Eveny and Rune. âOr what about when you met my friend? Such good times!â The Satyr flinched back, air not reaching his lungs at the mention of the serial killer and the memories of Evenyâs cold dead eyes and ashy flesh. He stumbled back as Eynalisâ magic seeped through his skin, flaring the pain and the memories as the Elfâs grip tightened, crushing Jakkonâs wrist.
He leaned forward. âYou know she held out hope for you until the last moment. Your little boy might still be alive if you hadnât refused? Youâre my son. Do you want me to take that pain away? I could. Just give me a knife and a few minutes.â Eynalis straightened. âBut Rose! I donât know a lot about you dear! How do you know Finn and Jak?â
But the voices blurred together as Jakkon's hands flew to his face, thorny whips of icy fire slicing through every inch of his skin, weaving through his whole body like a sewing needle fastening him to blood and bones swallowing him whole. His hands reached out of the void for help only to grasp the blades of the knives which drew screams from his family's lips.Â
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Rose pulled away from the strange Elf. âThank you for your time Mr. Eynalis. You're very kind. But I think I ought to discuss a few things with my coworkers. I hope you understand.â
âOf course my dear! It was a nice talk! I hope to meet you again another day.â He kissed her hand, holding it a little too tight as Rose pulled back.
Eynalis waved and trotted off into the crowd, leaving Rose alone. She glanced around. âHey, Horns-â But the Fae stopped as she turned, confused and startled to find that Jakkon wasn't beside her. âHorns?â She looked around frantically, eyes wide. The Fae whirled around and lunged for Finn, yanking him toward her.
âHey? What?â The harpy raised an eyebrow.
Rose lowered her voice and hissed through her teeth. âHave you seen Jak?â
Finn froze and turned, looking around the room. âWasn't he with you?â
âHe was! But I⊠he's gone!â
âShit. Uh⊠try looking around, ask for him. The servants might know!â
âWhat? Why would they know?â Rose's breaths came quicker as she began to panic.Â
âThey're your best bet, they're everywhere.â Finn shrugged. âListen, Rose, I'm not a detective, alright? I may not like Jak, but I want him to be okay. You got this Rose.â
âThank you, Finn.âÂ
âYou're welcome. Tell me if there's any way I can help.â The harpy smiled encouragingly at her.
Rose shook her head and raced off, lifting her skirts just enough so she wouldn't trip on them as she asked any guests she ran into, but none had answers until she moved past the tables. Two servants leaned against the wall arguing in hushed tones, catching Rose's attention.Â
âWhy the hell did you let him take those?â
I didn't! He asked how many we had and what they were for, and then when I showed him, he took them from me. I mean, good riddance they're gone. But I'm a little concerned.â
âA little? Aeridine could kill a man!â Rose froze at the mention of the name. Aeradine, generally used as a painkiller or as a party drink for the more animalistic species like Aperrunai or Ferrakin.
âI've seen him before. He's one of usâŠâ The second servant stared up at the ceiling as Rose stopped to listen. âEynalis has him on a leash. He's terrified of boss. Rightfully so.â He shuddered.Â
âOhâŠâ The first stopped. âOh no, oh shit⊠we can't leave our post, but we have to help him. That's⊠oh no.â
âWe need to get someone⊠but who will listen to us? Who won't tell boss?â
Rose perked up. âHey! You two. Who are you talking about? I'm looking for someone!â
The Second servant paused before the first one elbowed him. âUm⊠Dark brown hair, almost black, long ponytail? Curly Horns, Dark red eyes⊠Oh shit⊠Was that Jakkon Erwhyn?â
âYes!â Rose grinned. âIf thatâs who it was I need to find him!â
âHow did we not recognize- uh, he went that way! Please help him! He didn't look good when we saw him!â
âWill Do! Thank you, thank you, thank you!â Rise bolted off in the direction the servant had pointed until she found a large door. She took a step back, staring up at it in uncertainty. But a flash of blue caught her eye, and she turned, a ripped piece of blue fabric torn on the thorny branch of a tree.Â
Rose steeled her resolve and shoved the doors open. But she froze in her tracks as her eyes landed on the familiar thin figure of Jakkon, slumped at the bottom of the steps, one of his arms wrapped around himself for warmth as he drained the remainder of the silver bottle.
âHey! Horns! Horns, stop it! Are you okay?â Rose hurried down the stairs, then yelped in horror as she tripped on her skirt and fell. Jakkon whirled toward her, falling halfway and bracing himself with one hand on the steps.
âUghh⊠Fuck.â But he shook his head and launched himself to his feet, catching Rose in a hug, wavering on his feet as she gasped. The fae just managed to gain her footing as she held onto her brother-in-law.Â
âHey, Horns, what the fuck is going on?â Rose looked up at him, wincing at the strange scent of alcohol, but stopped as Jakkonâs eyes glazed over in a dead expression. He murmured something about blood and crumpled to the ground, his supporting arm around Rose ending up taking her down with him.
Rose yelped in surprise as they landed in a tangled heap on the stone, Jakkon absorbing most of the impact as she scrambled back, shaking his shoulders. âJak! Jakkon! Are you alright? Can you hear me?â But when he didn't respond, she balled her hand into a fist and punched his shoulder.
Again, she was rewarded with nothing. No sound, no movement, simply shallow raspy breaths. âFuck. Finn!â Rose launched herself to her feet and ran back to the party. âHey! You two! Find a Harpy named Finn for me, will you?â
âYes ma'am! Is he alright?â
âNo. That's why I need Finn. Tell him Rose sent you.â
âYes ma'am, understood!â The second servant raced off as Rose returned to Jakkon to find him curled up, shivering lightly. She cleared worried tears from her face and picked him up by both arms, trying her best to drag him over to the railing so she could prop him up correctly.Â
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Jakkon sat up to find himself in a dark room, tangled in a thick white blanket. He pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead with a muffled groan of pain. But he just sat there for a moment, head in his hands, as his thoughts returned to him and he kicked the blanket to the side.
Whatâs the point? Whatâs the point of living a life like this if I live just to be tortured and reach sleep in the next few hours? Why do I care? Rose wonât forget me no matter what I do, so why do I keep trying to make her? They all love me. But why? Iâm worthless. I live three hours in misery just to live the next five in agony. He flinched, reaching into the pocket of his overcoat and pulling out the glass shard heâd kept, staring at it. Whatâs the point of living if thereâs no way to feel anything but hollow? Why should I care? Iâve only done damage by living. What do I care about? My family. I need to protect them. But how? By taking away the danger in their life. And that danger⊠He paused, looking down at the glass and his hands. Is me.
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Since weâre sharing niche whump tropes we like - I love when someone the whumpee isnât particularly close to ends up in a caretaker role. Especially when they end of being protective of the whumpee, despite being fully out of their depth in this situation. Think: the neighbor youâre friendly with but donât really know, a family memberâs best friend, or a friendâs parent, etc. Someone the whumpee doesnât have a bad relationship with, but only really knows peripherally.
The caretaker is only temporarily in this role, until whumpee can be reunited with their Person, but I love the blurring of those relationships, the response to seeing someone who needs help and not hesitating to offer it. Itâs also the sheer panic of being thrust into something theyâre not prepared for, but knowing that someone else needs them to be calm and cool and provide that foundation until things are alright again. Itâs about the vulnerability! Itâs about love! Itâs about the care we owe each other!
YES OH YES THIS IS GREAT!!!! i love this sort of thing for the potential of it. like. not a bad relationship but a tangential relationship. it's something i'm writing about in a fic right now actually, and gosh it's so fun.
it reminds me of a bit in grey's anatomy right where the main protagonist's romantic interest decides to take it upon himself to take care of her best friend while the best friend is in a like. really fragile state of ptsd following a serious trauma. and he tells her at one point like. i would not have picked you to be part of my life. but [protagonist] did. you're her family and that makes you my family too. it's a concept i'm obsessed with. love by association. the way you love a cousin you've never met, or the friend of your child who's treated them well but has been very far from you. it's so good.
and then in a whump context it's a doubly compelling dynamic because of the risk taking and vulnerability inherent in allowing someone to care for you when wounded and traumatized. the sheer panic from BOTH of them - can i do this, can i take care of this person and also can i do this, can i trust this person. is their goodwill towards the person we share in common enough to earn me this kind of grace. etc. the vulnerability! the love! the care we owe each other!!! it obsesses me thank you.
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<3 if you see this can you do me a huge favour & prettiest please reply/reblog/drop by my ask box do whatever you want or need to do & let me know your favourite trope of all time please <3
what is the common denominator in everything you create or consume ?? what haunts the stories you think about more than write ?? what do you seek out when youâre looking for something to read ?? what do you think we need more of ?? what makes you weak at the knees ?? what makes you foam at the mouth ??? bare your teeth ??? bark ????
prettiest please let me know <3 im doing some fancy research đ§
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Does anyone know if dynamics that would usually work with different heights will also work with same heights.
Like holding someone against the wall by their neck. That's usually done between a taller Whumper and a shorter Whumpee. But can that be done with a whimper and whunpee of the same height? Does it make it more or less scary? Or is it just stupid?
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đ©¶Caretaker Forced to Whumpđ©¶
This idea has had my full attention lately.
Caretaker is in disguise, infiltrating Whumper's inner circle to try to free whumpee. Or it's illegal to help someone in whumpee's position. Or they're being watched by Whumper, who will hurt whumpee even more if they think someone had the gall to show kindness to their favorite punching bag.
So Caretaker pretends to enjoy being cruel to whumpee. They torment them, but just slightly less than Whumper would, trying to slip a hidden moment of kindness into the mix whenever they can. Maybe Caretaker hates hurting people, and every moment is tearing out their heart. Or maybe Caretaker has a sadistic side, and would love to see whumpee on their knees in other, more consensual circumstances, but has to keep those thoughts at bay for now. Either way, there's tension! There's inner conflict! There's morally grey decisions being made!
Meanwhile, Whumpee has no idea that Caretaker has any interest in helping them. Caretaker seems like just yet another torturer. Or maybe they have some suspicions - was that whipping less painful on purpose, or is Caretaker just not as good at whippings as Whumper? Or maybe they notice the moments of kindness, but think Caretaker has ulterior motives.
And then, the sudden reveal: Caretaker is actually on their side! But how can whumpee trust them after everything they've done? Sure, it was "just for show," but it still happened, and their body still flinches away from Caretaker by instinct. Or maybe whumpee already had confusing feelings of trust for Caretaker that they couldn't explain, and now everything makes sense. Maybe, now that they're both on the same page and forming a plan, they're an unstoppable pair.
P.S. If you like this idea, you should read my 26 stanza Astarion poem/fic, which no one asked for.
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Whumpee who cries.
Whumpee who cries in great, violent, racking sobs that shake their whole chest.
Whumpee who cries silently, tears rolling down their face as they refuse to move of make a sound.
Whumpee who hugs themself and curls into a ball as they cry.
Whumpee who cries so hard for so long their whole face and head hurt.
Whumpee with eyes that are bloodshot from crying, and their face is sticky with tears.
Whumpee who cries until they canât cry any more, only twitching and making little sobbing noises while no tears come.
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The mentor caretaker telling trainee whumpee that theyâre proud of them, especially when the whumpee has had basically no positive attention in their life and theyâre constantly starved for approval, my beloved.
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Whumpee who is separated from their Whumper. For days, weeks, months. It's the longest they've ever been apart.
Whumpee who is unable to get Whumper out of their mind no matter how hard they try to forget them.
Whumpee who is constantly reminded of their Whumper. There are reminders of Whumper everywhere.
Whumpee thinking they still see Whumper out of the corner of their eye. They can't tell if it's wishful thinking or paranoia.
Whumpee constantly anxious either because they are without their Whumper or because they think the Whumper has found them again.
Whumpee breaking down once they realize they don't know how to return to normal. They need their Whumper to function again.
Whumpee overcome with guilt everytime they think positively about their Whumper. Whumpee shouldn't be thinking about the time they spent in hell. They should be grateful to be free from Whumper.
Whumpee who realizes they felt over heals in love with their Whumper, and can't help it.
Heavily inspired by @blackheartbiohazards whump posts đ
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Sicktember Day 9
9: Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker
Whumpee was pleasantly dreaming, an empty town full of cotton candy at their beck and call before them, when they were abruptly torn from that blissful reality into an aggressively bright and cold hospital room.
Caretaker leaned over Whumpee, concern plastered on their face. "Are you okay? You were twisting and turning and it looked like you were having a nightmare but I wasn't sure but I thought I better be on the safe side and wake you up just in case-"
"I know," Whumpee said quickly, making Caretaker stop talking immediately. "But next time, spare me the alarm clock. Got it?"
"Got it"
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