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I love it when a high-status caretaker adopts a nobody whumpee. I also love a high-status whumpee getting adopted by a nobody caretaker, who has no idea who whumpee is, but whumpee adores it because someone is treating them like a normal person for the first time.

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Self-sacrificing/self-blaming whumpee for me, too, @i-eat-worlds !

Kind characters

Familial relationships

@cosmolibra @raat-jaaga-paakhi @shaonsim @abstractmarshmallow @sapphicwhumpblog

Three themes that regularly appear in my stories:

- Dealing with extreme fear

- “I’d do anything to get rid of my curse”

- Emotional scars

Open tag for anyone who wants to hop on :)

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Memorio Occultae In Nubio Occultas

1: Navigating through clouds unexpected.

Wishing @dreamer-in-sleep a very happy birthday! Here’s your present, buddy, an edit and a chapter of your favourite fic by yours truly.

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TW: Yelling, character crying, character being self-castigating, mentions of dementia.

Note: Julianne is the nurse who, in the previous chapter, informed Adrian about the patient who turned out to be Alazne.

Rest of the chapter is under the cut.

Julianne frowns. Dr. Everheart can be very strange sometimes. Nevertheless, the young man is good at his job and a fast learner. He will, she decides, do just fine, fancies of thought aside. Perhaps the woman is a patient he knows.

She is puzzled when she can see the emergency waiting room, but not Dr. Everheart’s telltale curls. Before she can ponder on that further, her attention is captured by a woman’s strident tones.

“I said I refuse!” Dear God. A troublesome patient. Julianne arches a brow at one of the orderlies, who winces. “Call”- she starts, but she has no need to finish. “Dr. Everheart. I know. He’s the one who’s good at this kind of thing.” Julianne nods. “He is probably busy with a patient.” “Noted,” the orderly replies, setting off, presumably to search for him.

The agitated patient attains rather impressive heights of rage even as she’d talked to her colleague. “You want to restrain me from living my life. To think I was thinking of listening to you!” As Julianne takes a second to decide how best to intervene, scanning the surrounding area for possible ammunition that can be misused, a boyish, choked voice answers.

“I don’t…I wouldn’t ever do that…please, I want to make sure you’re fine, or if not, get you the help you need.”

Julianne finds it strange that people move away from a clearly distraught young man, obviously needing help, but that is what she sees. Nurses, her colleagues standing at a distance, their eyes averted.

She moves forward with purpose, trying to cut through the throng of onlookers, when the orderly returns, Dr. Sinclair with him. Julianne decides that she would rather face down an irate patient with help and changes her course, flagging the older man down.

“And who decides that, Dr. Everheart?” she hears the patient.

Dr. Everheart? She pauses, frowning.

The young man she’d heard didn’t sound like the gently confident neuropsychiatrist she is used to working with. He’d sounded rather close to tears instead. Who or what can affect calm Dr. Everheart so? She tries to locate him as she sees Dr. Sinclair move closer.

The woman continues to speak, obviously losing her temper by the second. “You?” she scoffs. “But of course, you do, don’t you, Dr. Everheart? You have that right. To label people incompetent, to take away their rights.”

Julianne breaks through the throng, all set to defend her colleague. She knows that Dr. Everheart does not merit such a label. One of the other nurses tugs at her hand. “Don’t,” she whispers. “I don’t think Adrian sir would want anyone to intercede.” “She can’t just”- Julianne cuts herself off when she sees Dr. Everheart.

He stands across from a woman, her back turned to him, tears pooling in his eyes, his hands reaching for her. He is speaking, too, voice choked and pleading, cutting off any thought of rebuttal Julianne had with the sheer emotion his voice holds.

“If I could…” his voice trails off, broken and quiet, “I would give each of my patients their lives as they were. I would not take away their rights, I wouldn’t still. I-” Urgent footsteps break the silence that falls for a second, and Dr. Sinclair stands between his student and the lady, who turns at the sound, her gritted jaw slackening even as the younger doctor pushes his words through tears that fall.

“You’re more than my l-life, you’re every-everything to me. The fact that you would think that I would-that I want to”- Dr. Sinclair puts a silent hand on Dr. Everheart’s shoulder, but the younger man is too distraught to notice. Julianne’s throat is choked, too.

How many times has she heard this young man laugh into his phone, the sentence “You are my everything, mama, I love you!” easily spoken? She had never thought she would hear the same as she was, and yet, here they were.

She wishes for the courage to intervene, but what could she say? She can only watch, helpless.

“I wouldn’t, mama, ever,” breathes Dr. Everheart, gasping through tears. Around her, people flinch. Some even shut their eyes, but no one moves forward. “Please.” The word is plaintive, a little boy pleading. “Just…humour me once and get cognitive testing. I’ll-I will keep away from you if you want. I’ll keep my dis-distance from you, just like you want. I didn’t know that I was-was restraining you, I just…just wanted to take care of you…” Julianne barely holds back a wince. He sounds terrified, and rightly so. Both of them know to spot the signs, he more than her.

Dr. Everheart’s mother seems to come to her senses somehow, responding to her distraught son. “Addy?” His response is still earnestly pleading. “Please. I-I won’t…” Dr. Sinclair quietly hugs the younger man, patting him on his back. “Addy…I am so sorry, dearheart. I said a lot I never should have. I just…I am scared, of what this could mean. I know you would never do anything of that sort, I was scared, I lost my temper and I took it out on you. I am sorry. I’m so sorry, kiddo.”

Dr. Adrian Everheart is immediately at his mother’s side, tears still clinging to his lashes, still wet on his cheeks. “It’s alright to be scared, mama.” His voice, gentle as he tries to be, is hoarse still. “How about we take this one step at a time?” He takes her hand. “Let me just nip into my office for my stuff, we’ll see what we can do about this, alright? I’ve got you.” His mother nods, and Julianne can only smile sadly. I’ve got you, she heard him say, and yet all she can hear instead is that Dr. Everheart is alone.

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Mama is looking at him, he can feel her gaze. Adrian tries to relax his shoulders, to smile. He can feel the drying salt of tears chapping his face. He forces the smile nonetheless. Mama said she’s scared. I should be considerate.

He can no longer ignore the alarm bells in his head about her symptoms, but he can spare her premature worry. It doesn’t need to be onset of dementia, or even degenerative MCI. These symptoms can be because of social isolation, or anxiety, even electrolyte imbalances.

Dementia is a diagnosis of exclusion after all.

So Adrian smiles softly, watching mama relax at the sight of it. He keeps his touch casual. “Is this alright?” he asks. The question is a new one, but…he does not want to ignore her comfort as he may have been till now.

Mama looks down at his quiet question. “It’s fine, Addy. You don’t need to ask. Just be as you always are.” You said that I restrain you, he cannot help thinking. He forces the thought down.

Do not judge people by what they do or say when they are emotional. In his line of work, that was a hard-earned lesson. People’s thoughts are difficult to parse, especially when the observer is biased, like he is, when it comes to mama. Continuous observation is the key.

“Addy.” Adrian starts. “Where are you lost?” “Sorry, mama, I was lost in thought,” he responds. “Are you…upset?” Her question is hesitant. “No, of course not. You have the right to discipline me as you see fit. I was merely taken aback.” He laughs lightly. “We’re still going to get you tested. It’s just to rule things out, yeah? Don’t worry.” “Are you worried about it?” “I wouldn’t know, would I, unless we get the results?” “Addy”- he cuts her off.

“Give me a few minutes, mama. Please wait here, I’ll just be back.” He walks briskly into his office. He hears mama sigh. Adrian cannot help but deflect as he does. He doesn’t think he can handle the jumble of his own emotions at the moment. He knows that he has to take care of mama first.

He quickly finds his things. Files that he closes quickly to be read later, research proposals, and his beloved iPad mini. On reflex, he clicks the device on, one last run through of his most recent notes. Words and phrases jump at him.

On dementia, the title of the note. Vision:- Perception difficulties. Emotion: ?reduced range? Delay anxiety. Fear of losing control. Coping: Self-maintain; deny. Adjust for disabilities, do not dismiss concerns.

Delay anxiety. Fear of losing control. I was scared, and I took it out on you. Self-maintain; deny. I refuse!

Adrian swallows, shaking his head. I am thinking too much, too soon. He moves to the basin, washing his face. By the time he shuts the tap off, his skin is pink, small scratches on his cheeks bleeding little spots of blood.

He shakes his head, calm smile in place. Focus on mama, Adrian.

Dr. Sinclair meets them outside Adrian’s office. “I talked to Dr. Greengrass. She doesn’t see patients often, so she is free.” Adrian blinks. “Sir? I thought you”- Dr. Sinclair pats him on the shoulder. “You are my student, Adrian. The closest I have to a son. I cannot be unbiased. Though, of course, should you need any help, I am here for you.”

Adrian is at a loss for words. It is mama who answers. “Thank you,” she says sincerely. “Addy needs someone in his corner.” “See?” asks his mentor, “your mother too thinks that is for the best.” Adrian nods automatically. “Forgive me, sir. I am a little out of my depth.” To say the least. “Understandably. Shall we?” Adrian follows, mama’s hand in his.

Sitting in Dr. Greengrass’s office, Adrian has to work to keep the smile on his face reassuring every time mama looks at him, work to bite his tongue and stop himself from interfering with the test scores, to keep the tears at bay.

For mama stumbles in a test too many. Adrian calculates the scores instinctively, having administered these exact tests too often not to do so.

Concerning cognitive decline for age and expected outcomes, especially in semantic analysis and visual perception.

Dr. Greengrass does not need to spell it out for the results to resound in his mind.

“Given your test scores, ma’am,” she starts, “and the neuroimaging, we should be watching out for a diagnosis of”- “Degenerative MCI.” Adrian only whispers it, too scared to say it louder, too keyed-up to stay quiet, but the older doctor catches it.

She looks sharply at him. Adrian looks down, uncomfortable, before her expression softens. “I’d rather overlooked that you are my younger colleague. I’m afraid I am rather out of touch with the rest of the department. I’ll have to ask further to my assistant about how to proceed. Before that, however, you are right. Would you prefer to take a moment to yourself before we discuss further?”

Adrian swallows. “No, ma’am. Shouldn’t you be discussing directly with mama, though?” He gestures to his mother, sitting beside him, her eyes closed.

The doctor looks conflicted. Adrian puts an arm around mama’s shoulder. She opens her eyes. “It’s bad, isn’t it, Addy? I don’t even know what that word means.”

Adrian swallows, blinking past tears. You’ve explained this and worse to so many people, you idiot. The words still stay stuck in his throat.

“It’s a variant of age-related memory disorders,” Dr. Greengrass answers gently. “It means your brain functions are declining faster than normal, but they are intact enough for daily functioning, though you will need assistance for visual perception.” She glances at her phone. “Apparently, we offer measures to reduce further cognitive decline, though you will have to speak to my younger colleagues for”-

Adrian intercedes. “There’s no need, ma’am.” “Ah, yes,” says the older doctor. “You would know the colleague in question better.” Adrian holds back a hysterical laugh. “I run the clinical interventions we do for people with cognitive deficits,” he says softly.

Both women look at him as one. “You do?” Dr. Greengrass asks, while mama simply smiles. Adrian nods. “Well, you’re in good hands, then, ma’am,” Dr. Greengrass replies. Mama nods with a laugh. “Of course I am.”

Adrian looks back at her sharply. “I cannot take clinical decisions”- his voice rises of it’s own accord. “No, of course not. I meant the caring side of things. Clinically, I will monitor your mother’s progress. We can work through a schedule together if necessary.” “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Addy, dearheart. Could you please wait outside for a few minutes? I need to ask the doctor something.” Mama asks him. Adrian rises without hesitation. “Of course.”

He waits with his back to the door, trying not to listen. “Would I…would I forget Addy, too?” His mother asks, voice cracking, and Adrian flinches, knowing the answer, should things deteriorate further.

He makes sure to be bent over his shoelaces when mama comes out. She relaxes when he doesn’t ask any questions, smiling instead. “Usual post-appointment mom-son day?” he asks, cheer in his voice. Mama takes his hand with an enthusiastic nod. “Yes!”

They go to her favourite restaurant, talk about everything and nothing, watch the sunset together and play game after game of ludo until she tires out. Adrian hugs mama, tucking her in bed, watching until she’s deeply asleep.

Then he takes his car, driving to the staff quarters, stopping in front of a familiar house. He rings the doorbell. When Dr. Sinclair opens the door, Adrian lets both the façade and the tears fall.

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Bruises

(some of this information comes from martial arts experience.)

Content: kidnapping, beating, bone injuries, bruising

The impact that doesn't hurt right away, and then it starts burning like it's boring a hole into your flesh. Victim holding their ribs, and then wincing and doubling over as the pain starts to hit

Pain makes you breathless, your whole body amps up

Did you know you can bruise a bone? It works similar to a fracture and hurts in a different way too, like a shocking, hissing ache. It might never go back to its original shape and be permanently dented and fragile. Same idea as the "glass jaw" phenomenon (but I think that refers to repeated breaks)

Bruises over bony areas have more obvious swelling. Swelling causes an aching pulse as blood is pumped through the area. If it's bad, whumpee might groan over and over.

Getting hit in the same place twice is going to bruise a LOT more. Inexperienced whumpee shielding the area, leading to another, more vulnerable area opening up for a hit.

Bruises stiffen over time, and if there are a lot, then any movement is going to feel like pressing on all of them at once. Victim that tries to get away when kidnapper comes into the room, only to collapse down again in agony, swearing that whatever whumper is going to do won't hurt as bad as getting up would.

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When Whumpee misconstrued one of Caretaker’s questions/concerns/casual comments to be something they are sorry for/ should be apologetic about or that Caretaker meant for them to stop doing that thing or was being demeaning about it.

“You’re bleeding!” “Sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t get it on anything!”

“Does your ankle hurt?” “I can still do the [thing Caretaker asked if they wouldn't mind doing]. It doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“You’re sniffling…. Are you crying?!” “I promise I won’t be loud! I just can’t stop! I’m sorry!”

“You’re breathing a bit loud. Is your rib hurting again? … WHY ARE YOU HOLDING YOUR BREATH?!”

“Your room was a bit warm today. Is that how you like it? I sleep hot so I would end up sweating all night with my heater on that high.” (A few nights later) “C-Caretaker? Is.. is it alright if I t-take the blanket from the couch to m-my room t-tonight?” “Of course! How are you still cold when you're room is so hot? Are you feeling well?— WHY ARE ALL YOUR WINDOWS OPEN?! ITS WINTER!!”

“You sure are hungry! Looks like your appetite is coming back.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take too much. I won’t eat tomorrow to make up for it.”

“Your hair looks different!” “I know… I'm sorry. I didn't really like it in [old-Whumper’s-favorite-style] so I changed it. I’ll change it back though, 'cause I know it makes me more pleasing to look at. I’m sorry.”

"Why are there bandage wrappings in the garbage?" "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to take your supplies without asking! Its just that one of my stitches opened up and it wouldn't stop bleeding."

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Ivy fights down her nausea as her Uber pulls into her boss’s neighborhood. She told herself it was just her propensity for carsickness.

“It’s a gala.” Tess had said. “Extremely exclusive. Of course, pets are allowed. That won’t be a problem for you, right?”

“Of course not,” Ivy had stuttered. “Thank you for inviting me.”

Tess smiled, and Ivy’s heart soared.

Ivy tore at her cuticles as the elevator took her up to Tess’s penthouse. Fuck. She’s wearing a pinstriped cream pantsuit that Tess had bought for her, and now her finger was bleeding. She stuck it in her mouth, wincing at the taste of copper.

The gleaming white foyer was empty when she stepped out of the elevator. She didn’t trust herself around the furniture, so she sent Tess a quick text letting her know she’d arrived. A few moments later, she heard light footsteps, and Peaches gracefully walked down the spiral staircase. She was wearing a gauzy peach-colored dress with a plunging neckline and a floaty knee-length skirt that emphasized her curves and slim waist/ her hair cascaded down her back in shining waves.

“Miss Ivy! Miss Silver told me you were coming.” She smiles up at Ivy. Her makeup was perfectly done—soft pinks and golds and oranges, with glitter sparkling on her chest and throat and collarbones.  Ivy’s mouth goes dry. “Oh, are you hurt?”

“I—” She shakes her head. “It’s nothing, I just do this when I’m nervous.”

Peaches looks stricken. “I’m sorry, do I make you nervous?”

Ivy’s cheeks burn. “No, no— I mean not any more than anyone makes me nervous.” She half-laughs. “I don’t know what I’m even doing here.”

“Miss Silver likes you.” Peaches says earnestly. “She told me.”  She looks like she’s thinking of saying something else but doesn’t.

“Look, about last week.” Ivy didn’t know what to say, she just felt like she had to say something. “I hope I didn’t pressure you into anything?” She feels stupid even saying it.

Peaches laughs brightly, like Ivy’s told her the funniest joke imaginable. “You’re sweet. But I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. I’m an active participant in my owner’s desires.”

“What’s keeping you girls?” Tess appears on the landing in a light grey sheath dress. “Peaches, I told you to bring Ivy right up.”

Peaches’s flirtatious smile cracks and her brown eyes fill with terror.  Ivy thinks fast. “I cut my hand. Peaches was telling me where I could get a band-aid.”

Tess rolls her eyes. “Ivy, I thought you had stopped all that.”

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

“All right. Ivy, with me. Peaches, get her something to stop the bleeding.”

Peaches smiles at Ivy for a moment. It’s quick and tight, but Ivy is suddenly sure it’s the most genuine thing she’s seen from Peaches so far, and she wants to see it again.   

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Sequel to this piece

The sun streams through the windows at the restaurant, which did nothing for Ivy’s throbbing head. Tess regards her across the table, and her expression makes Ivy even more nauseous.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, I’m just a little hungover.”

Tess’s expression doesn’t change. “It seems like more than that, Ivy.” Ivy stares down at her plate. “Look, if you don’t like traveling for work, there are a lot of other people I can bring with me.”

“No, no, it’s not that! I just didn’t think you—”

Ivy bit her tongue so hard she tasted blood.

Tess looked thunderous. “Think I what, exactly?”

Ivy struggled to put her thoughts together. “I’ve read about how WRU lures vulnerable people in, the methods they use—“

“And you think I would be a part of that?” Hurt flashes across Tess’s face and Ivy feels lower than pond scum.

“No, no, of course not! But you might not have known—“

“Now you’re saying I’m ignorant?”

“No, nothing like that!” Ivy stammers.

“Look at me.” Tess takes her hand, and Ivy forces herself to meet her eyes. They’re kinder than she expected. “I monitored Peaches at every step of the way. She was in a terrible place and WRU took good care of her. She signed up with a lawyer present, knowing exactly what she was getting into. And her training was incredibly safe. Nothing happened that I didn’t sign off on. I know the system can get abused. But that was not what happened here.” Tess squeezed her hand and Ivy wanted nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss her. “Ivy. It’s me. You trust me, right?”

And what can she say to that but yes? She owes this woman everything, Tess is more than a lover or a boss or a mentor to her. She’s the center of her universe “You know I do. Unconditionally.”

Tess squeezes her hand. “I didn’t mean to get you so worked up, I really thought you’d like this. I planned it as a special treat.”

Ivy hates herself. “No, no, I did! She was wonderful. You were wonderful, I just got caught up over some stupid stuff. You know how I get.”

Tess laughs. “I do. Well, let’s not worry about it anymore. Why don’t we have some more of this coffee?”

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Tess kisses her in the elevator, manicured hands digging into the back of her neck.

“You’re going to make us a lot of money, darling.”

The meeting with Volt Corp had been long and Ivy’s heart had thudded in her throat the whole time she gave her presentation, but when she saw the look the CEO gave her boss during the inane chatter afterwards she knew she’d nailed it.

Tess squeezes her shoulder.

“I’ve got a special treat for you in my room.”

Heat shoots through her core at the promise in her boss’s voice. “Oh, really?” She tries to think about what a confident person would say. “I hope it’s what I’m thinking.”

Tess smiles enigmatically. “It’s better.”

She sways a bit as they exit the elevator and Tess catches her elbow. “Less wine for you next time, hm?”

Ivy laughs, remembering the bottle of champagne Tess had ordered for the table, the way it fizzed across her tongue, how it made Tess’s smile radiate through her like electricity.

When her boss unlocks the door to her suite, Ivy thinks they’re in the wrong hotel room for a moment. Someone else is already there, a woman in a gauzy cream-colored robe. But Tess isn’t concerned at all, she seems excited. Ivy looks back at the other woman in confusion. Then she realizes that this woman is wearing a collar and she understands all at once.

“Oh, I don’t—“

Her boss turns to her and Ivy’s stomach twists at her expression.

“You don’t what, exactly?”

Different sentences jump into her head. I don’t believe in this, I didn’t know you did, I’m sorry but I need to go. Nothing comes out.

“I just—I’ve never—“

Her boss’s face softens and she feels relieved, despite everything.

“It’s okay. Peaches is really good. And she loves this, don’t you, honey?”

“I do.” Peaches smiles at her. She’s stunningly beautiful, with strawberry blonde hair and big doe eyes. Tess nods and she moves forward as if on cue, cupping Ivy’s face in her hands and drawing her in for a kiss before Ivy can stop her. Her lips are soft and she smells like vanilla and sugar and Ivy can’t not kiss back.

“Good.” Tess walks over to the hotel minibar, pouring herself a drink. Ivy tries to pull away, but Peaches is already guiding her towards the bed.

“Don’t be nervous,” the girl whispers, her hands gentle on Ivy’s skin—how had she already unbuttoned Ivy’s shirt? The champagne makes her feel everything more, makes the sensations run through her.

“No, I just—” She moans at the touch, can’t stop herself. Blood rushes to her face. “I shouldn’t.”

Tess looks irritated, and fear—no, anxiety , not fear, she’s not afraid—charges through Ivy’s body. She meets Peaches’s brown eyes for a second and sees her alarm reflected there. “Ivy. Stop overthinking this. She wants this. I want this. And I know you want it too.” Tess sits down, taking a sip of her whiskey. “Come on, darling. Relax.”

“It’s okay,” Peaches whispers to her, kissing her throat, and Ivy moans again, crumbling under the touches and the champagne and Tess’s hungry, expectant gaze.

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Peach and Ice Cream Masterlist

Ivy would do anything for Tess Silver, her ambitious, domineering boss. So even though WRU horrifies her, she looks the other way when she realizes her boss has a Romantic pet, Peaches. But as she and Peaches grow closer, the nagging voice in the back of her head grows harder to ignore. (Piccrews)

Peaches at WRU

Assisted Walk-in

Intake Papers

This isn’t Right

Ivy meets Peaches

A Special Treat

More Coffee

Before the Gala

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anyone here know castlevania the netflix cartoon and is also insane about it?

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words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

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“I’m sorry, (caretaker). I’m sorry I’m this way” + caretaker for the whump prompts ask please?

Love the idea of this game!

"I... I'm sorry too."

"It's not your fault. I promise."

"Look at me. You're okay. There's nothing wrong with you."

"Don't apologize for what they did to you."

"I just--I don't know what to do anymore, yknow? I don't."

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Royal whump prompts

“They’re going to betray you. You know that, don’t you?”

“You cannot manage this kingdom alone.”

“Is this how you want the people to see you? To see our family?”

“Do you know what happens when the masses hate their ruler? They rebel, Whumpee.”

“Your family may have gotten away, but you’re going to pay for everything they’ve done.”

“You dishonour our family name.”

“You truly didn’t see this coming? My, you certainly are naive, Your Majesty.”

“Poor little prince/princess, where’s your crown now?”

“You failed us.”

“This kingdom is falling apart. Believe it or not, you need my help.”

“If you cared about your people, you would do something.”

“I would say there are few people we can trust these days. But of course, my loyalties lie with you, Your Majesty.”

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Chat is it too much to ask for angel or knight whumpee stuff. I am a simple man! I just want pious, otherworldly and heroic characters to be completely destroyed by enemies that they could not defeat, to be throughly and violently stripped of their strength, of their status and perception as protectors and come out of the other side of their torture as sub-human beings who can only continue existing if they are of use to someone else.

And then they are selflessly taken in and looked after Caretaker, yet, being protected by someone they would have been the one looking after... isn't that so degrading? Such a painful reminder as to how far they have fallen from their former glory?.

Chat please talk to me about this type of whumpee, I am going to go crazy /j

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royal whump scenario where a servant witnesses the heir to the throne makes a mistake in their training—they flinch away during sparring. They dare to raise a hand to protect their face.

The heir, without waiting for their trainer to speak, drops to their knees and pulls their shirt off over their head. Their bottom lip trembles. They don’t beg they don’t speak they merely bow their head with the full crushing knowledge that mistakes cannot be made. Their back is already scarred with winding lines that crisscross their skin. And their trainer lifts a short-handled whip, “I really thought you would have learned courage by now.”

The servant presses back into the corner, a hand clasped over their mouth, horror burning like a newborn flame. They make brief eye contact with the heir and see fear— raw and pleading. The heir‘s gaze darts away almost instantly, faster than a moth in flight, as the whip cracks down

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Chapter 2 Part 4: Special Treatment

⚠️ CW: Institutionalized Slavery, Dehumanization, Blood, Public Whipping, Public Humiliation, degradation, Noncon Nudity (briefly ordered at the end). If I missed anything, please let me know.

✨️Thank you to my beta readers, @generic-whumperz and @3-2-whump. Also, i added a few things post beta read, so if there are mistakes, please let me know.✨️

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The Mongrel snapped up almost simultaneously to the door banging open. A field handler, a large muscular Valten man, strode in. The Valten were another race that lived in Tallis, they couldn’t read minds like the Tallisian, but their lighting was equally as frightening, and infinitely more painful.

“Up, out to the frame,” the man barked.

The Mutt was already halfway out when he noticed Zan was still in the process of getting off his mat. Before he could do anything, Zan’s tardiness had earned himself a sharp kick in the ribs. The Dog had to suppress the impulse to roll his eyes. Zan had already been here a year or so, that was plenty long enough to know slow responses were not tolerated.

He walked out stiffly, thighs still in immense pain, Zan following not far behind, shoved forward by the field handler. The sinking sun highlighted the fall colors on the trees around the mansion ground. They walked in silence around the back side of the mansion and up to the front of the yard where the frame stood. The roughly dozen other slaves were already gathered.

The Mongrel swallowed a forming lump. The frame was a set of two posts roughly an arm span apart. He was intimately familiar with this punishment, his limbs ached just looking at it. Before he could think further on it a rough hand shoved him forward.

“How nice of you to join us,” Balor chirped, rubbing his hands together.

The Mongrel suppressed a flinch, and immediately dropped to his knees in the gray gravel around the frame. The wounds on his thighs protested, and he felt the sharp rocks dig into his knees as he dropped with more force than he had meant to. He could tell what kind of mood the man was in, and it chilled him down to his core. Chilled him deeper than the autumn air at night.

Beside him, he could hear Zan growl, deep and guttural. The Mutt wanted to tell him to stop, but the order of quiet earlier ensured he couldn’t. The forced silence made him want to claw out his own throat. It caused panic and the feeling of being trapped to have his voice stolen in this manner. His thoughts flashed back to the year he spent under such an order and wanted to sob.

Balor fisted The Dog’s hair, snapping him from his thoughts. “What have I told you?” he whispered, dangerously quiet, “You are not a person, ‘I’, ‘me’, those are not words I even want to hear you think. You are a tool, and barely even that. You have one function, to drink down poison, that’s it. You are not to think, or feel, just follow orders and eat poison.”

The Mutt suppressed a whine. It forgot to check itself. It reflexively opened its mouth to apologize, only to be met with the familiar pain of the bands swimming through its veins. ‘It, it, it, its not a person, just an object.’

Balor released his grip on The Mongrel’s hair and sauntered up to Zan. “Now what to do with you?”

The Mutt could tell by Balor’s voice that the Tallisian was grinning.

It watched their feet as Balor pulled Zan to the frame and hooked him up to the frame. The chains were pulled tight by the Valten handler until Zan’s limbs were outstretched between the two pillars. The Mutt shivered.

“I got it!” Balor snapped brightly, “it seems like you need some practice counting. Each slave here will whip you until I say stop. At the end you will tell us how many lashes you were given. Fail to do so, or get it wrong, we’ll go again.”

The Mongrel’s eyes widened but it kept them fixed on the gray gravel it was kneeling on. This was a no-win situation for Zan, assuming he didn’t tear his piercing before the end anyway.

Balor passed the whip to one of the younger brass band intended slaves. The Mutt could smell the shock and fear in the girl as she stepped up. It could also hear her small gasp, followed by shallow breaths even over the autumn breeze.

The whip slapped rather than cracked. It was clear the girl has never used one before. It was still enough to leave a red line on Zan’s tan skin though. The girl hit him a few more times. Luckily The Dog was the only one near with hearing keen enough to hear the concealed sobs as she went again and again, each hit as ineffective as the next.

Balor caught her wrist. “that’s enough,” he growled, clearly irked. He passed the whip to the biggest of the slaves, a burly Drar the other slaves affectionately nicknamed Grizz.

First hit, crack, the whip drew blood, eliciting a muffled reaction from Zan’s throat. Grizz’s lashes continued for what felt like hours. The Mutt counted 43 before Balor stopped him, taking the whip. Zan’s back was dripping blood and raw, his body slumping against the restraints. To his credit, he did not scream.

Balor then strode up to The Mongrel and dropped the whip in front of it, rather than handing it off like he did previously. “Your turn,” Balor’s voice was hard and cruel, but it also held a gleeful note.

The Mutt’s stomach turned at the thought of him enjoying this. The sight of Zan’s back in front of it brought images of a boy holding out an apple, images that caused fear and bile and guilt to rise. It grabbed the whip, trying to push the pictures out of its mind. It rose stiffly, thighs screaming, legs heavy from kneeling. 'Just a tool.'

“What is the meaning of this? Do you wish to replace Zan?! We can definitely add a few more scars to your collection if that’s the case,” Balor huffed.

Hiding all emotion, it calmly stepped up to the frame and Zan. Instead of striking his already raw back, however, it turned and faced Balor and the rest of the slaves behind it. It held the whip out to Balor while bowing. it could smell the anger on him. ‘Your turn’ wasn’t technically an order, so it wasn’t technically breaking any rules. Thus, the bands remained inert.

Being asked a direct question, even if it was likely rhetorical, finally released the order to be quiet earlier that day.

“Sir, any more, and he’ll be out of working order,��� The Mongrel said carefully. Its voice was gravelly and quiet. It kept its gaze on the floor trying to come off as meek as possible. It then, still feeling the old familiar guilt, quietly added, "And if need my blood as well...." it trailed off.

“You dare tell ME how to do the job MY FATHER, YOUR MASTER, had entrusted me to do? You dare question me? Filthy cur!” Balor backhanded The Mutt.

It turned its face slightly with the blow, cheek reddening, but otherwise did not react.

“You think you’re so special because you’re Father’s favorite? Because he pays special attention to you? What would the other slaves think if they knew what kind of monster you really were? A monster that even chased my mother away.” Balor turned to the field overseers and other slaves, “you all want to see why this trash actually gets so much ‘special treatment’ right?”

There was a murmur of agreement and questioning that made The Mutt’s downturned face burn with shame. It welcomed the burn However, it was something other than cold. If it was being completely honest, it almost liked the sensation, a brief reprieve from the guilt.

“Rodrick, release Zan and string up this piece of dirt facing everyone… while you’re at it, strip it first … I’ll be right back,” Balor patted The Dog’s cheek before stalking off.

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