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Whumpee woken from a nap when Caretaker nestles a new little plushie into bed with them as a Get Better Soon Gift ❤️

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That night of pain.

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i love caretakers who used to be whumpees. a caretaker that’s covered in scars, who screams themself awake at night, who sees the marks on whumpee and has to look away because it’s too familiar.

and nobody else knows. caretaker is so put together, nobody would expect it, but whumpee can tell. they see the fear in caretaker’s eyes when whumpee talks about what whumper did to them. how sometimes they flinch when they’re touched. how they wake up shaking and covered in sweat, reaching out in a panic to shove their blankets off.

still, caretaker tries to be strong for whumpee. they know how it feels to be hurt and they want to be there for them, even though they still haven't gotten over their own trauma.

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Whumptober #18

Day 18 - Baldur's Gate 3 - Tortured For Information

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Scratch’s barking echoed through the camp. Those who had claimed spots around the fire stirred reluctantly, lifting their heads and squinting tiredly at the dog as he ran towards them.

“Not now, boy,” Karlach groaned, pressing her head to the pillow. 

“Tav, control your dog,” Astarion said, closing his eyes.

When Tav didn’t respond and the frantic barking continued, Astarion’s tired brain made a startling connection. He sat bolt upright, gaze shooting to Tav’s empty bedroll.

“Oh no,” he said miserably.

“Hm?” Karlach muttered.

“Tav’s gotten himself into trouble. Again. And it just had to be in the middle of the bloody night.”

Karlach got right up and kicked Gale, who had slept through the barking. “Up! Tav’s gone!”

Scratch reached them, whining and barking as he danced around them anxiously. He went right up to Astarion, lowering his head and whining.

Astarion knew Tav sometimes went out for walks just outside of camp when he couldn’t sleep at night. Scratch would occasionally follow along to keep him company.

“Was he taken?” Astarion asked.

Scratch barked, tail wagging. Karlach got up, dragging Astarion and Gale with her.

“We’ve got a friend to save,” she said, pulling them along.

“Don’t touch me,” Astarion said, shaking his arm free. “Scratch?”

Scratch barked and ran forward, looking back to make sure they were following him. They took a moment to grab their weapons and packs before following after him, knowing they didn’t have time to properly dress. 

Scratch led them outside of the camp, into a set of trees. It was dark out, but the moon reflected off a stream flowing alongside the path enough to make the ground visible. Astarion smelled Tav’s blood before he saw it sprayed against the ground.

Scratch whined at it, pawing the ground and looking up to the others. Karlach knelt down before him, scratching behind his ears.

“We’ll find him, boy,” she promised. “Can you help?”

Scratch whined and sniffed at the ground. He practically pressed his nose to the dirt as he began to walk along, nose working overtime to find his friend.

“Which of our many enemies is it this time?” Astarion said, stretching.

“Don’t act like you’re not worried,” Karlach said, shooting him a look.

“I’m tired,” Astarion corrected, refusing to admit he was worried. Of course he was; Tav could be a bit naive but he wasn’t oblivious or weak. Taking him by surprise and dragging him away would take a skilled enemy to accomplish. 

They fell silent, going on alert as Scratch led them further through the trees and away from camp. They probably should’ve woken the others up for reinforcement, but it was too late to worry about that now.

Scratch suddenly stopped, growling low in his throat, his whole body going tense. Astarion slipped past him and moved stealthily through the trees until a small camp came into view. He signaled at the others to stay back while he observed what they were up against. 

The first thing he realized was that Tav was tightly bound to a chair, bruised and bloody. He’d clearly been beaten in the time it took them to find him.

The second thing he realized was that Tav was surrounded by five Gur. One, the apparent leader, towered over him, a knife in hand. She pressed it to his throat.

“Be a shame if the bard lost his voice,” she said, the flames from the small fire in their camp glinting off the blade. 

“A loss to the world,” Tav said weakly, but didn’t flinch back as she pressed it just hard enough to draw a thin line of blood.

“Tell us where the monster is,” she snarled, grabbing his hand. “Or I will hear you scream once more and then take your voice from you forever.”

Tav dragged his gaze up, one of his eyes nearly swollen shut and coated with blood. He met her eyes with a hard look.

“I will never tell you where Astarion is,” he said simply. “Do your worst.”

She placed his hand on the chair and held her hand out. One of the others handed her a mallet, and Astarion felt rage pour through his as she slammed it down on his hand.

Tav clenched his teeth together, throwing his head back at the audible break of his hand. He squirmed in his bindings, but refused to give them the satisfaction of his screams of pain.

“You would suffer for that monster?” she demanded. 

“I would suffer for that man, again and again,” Tav said, his voice strained with pain. “I will not tell you where he is.” 

“Then you will die slowly in his place,” she said, taking the knife into her hand again.

Astarion had forgotten the others waiting for his signal. He had forgotten everything but the man below, enduring pain just to keep Astarion safe. Protecting Astarion, even knowing that Astarion had only pursued him originally for that very thing. 

But it had grown beyond that. Tav was unlike anyone Astarion had ever met, and he proved it again even now without knowing it. He was loyal to a fault; it was going to get him killed.

But not today. Not right now. Astarion refused to watch Tav suffer another moment.

He brandished his daggers in hand, let his rage fill him, and slipped into the shadows to teach these bastards what true suffering was.

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Some tief sketches 😈✨

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His Birthday.

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Writing about dnd characters I’ve never played>>>>

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"Welcome..."

Warnings- Religious themes, restraints, small panic attack, mentions of harming animals, referring to character as "it", anxiety, fear

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An unedited one shot with my Ghost (band) oc Elio. There is a drawing after the story! Read below the cut...

“You’re going to be fine.” said the man walking ahead of Elio. They were walking down a hallway inside of the church. This was the first time Elio had been outside of the room they were keeping him in. The church was much bigger than he expected. He didn't remember arriving here, and he definitely didn't remember how big it was. The hallways were lined with paintings of past popes. They passed big doors and small doors. The hallway seemed to go on forever. The doors were made of heavy oak and carved with intricate details. There were tapestries lining the walls, displaying horrific tales of the gods banishing angels to hell. Poor things… Elio thought to himself. He couldn’t help but pity the demons who were once angels. They had experienced the strict rules of heaven and then were sent to hell. Where sin ran amok. It must have been such a shock to see. He would give anything to see it for himself. Well, almost anything. 

A pair of nuns walked past them whispering excitedly. They stopped talking abruptly when they saw Elio. They looked at him as though they were glaring into his soul. If he even has one anymore. They continued their whispering once they had passed him. He heard one word, said just loud enough for him to hear.

“Monster.”

He froze momentarily. His heart felt like it had stopped beating. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Is that what he was? A monster? He hadn't been treated as one so far. The archbishop had been very kind to him. He even brought him tea and sat with him while he was sick. 

“Don’t pay them any mind.” The man had begun to talk. “There have been all sorts of rumors since your arrival. The siblings are prone to gossiping.”

He turned around and smiled at Elio. He jogged back to where Elio was and began to walk next to him. They walked side by side for a short while. Elio noticed that the archbishop had begun to wring his hands together nervously. He wondered why the other man was nervous. He wasn't the one whose fate was about to be decided. 

“Are you ok?” Elios' voice was croaky and thin. 

“Yes yes. I’m fine.” The man waved the question away, laughing nervously. He went quiet, leaving Elio to his thoughts.

Shortly after they arrived at a large pair of oak doors. The archbishop stopped in front of them. Elio prepared himself to enter, but the man never opened the door. 

“Aren’t we going in?” Elio asked.

“Yes- yes we are just…” he sighed, rubbing his face, “They told me to put these on you.”

Elio paled as the taller man held out a pair of iron shackles. Maybe he really was a monster. If the Popes didn’t trust him enough to leave him unrestrained, then maybe those nuns were right. He didn’t want to wear them. He wasn’t a monster, right? He would never hurt anyone, no matter how hungry he got. But he didn’t have a choice. The Popes didn’t know how harmless he was. He sighed as he acknowledged that he had to do this. 

“Front or back?” Elio whispered.

“I’m sorry?” The archbishop asked. 

“Do you want my hands in front of me or behind me?” Elio croaked. 

“O-oh… I don’t think they care. In front?” 

Elio held his hands out trying to stop them from shaking. The iron was cool on his wrists. They clicked as the archbishop locked them around his wrists. They were heavy and smooth. The man stepped back and opened one of the heavy doors, revealing a large room for mass. 

Sitting at the pew was a tall man wearing black and green papal robes and skeleton face paint. Papa Emeritus the second… Elio realized, the current pope of the anti church. He looked rather unhappy to be there. Sitting to his right was an older man with black and red papal robes and fading skeleton face paint. And on his left there was an ancient looking man with white and gold papal robes and skeleton face paint. Standing next to the oldest pope was a scowling older woman. She looked the most unhappy to be there. Even more than the black and green Pope. 

“Elio Raggi, please step forward.” The Black and green pope demanded. 

Elio walked forward cautiously. The archbishop stood back, not walking with him.

“You as well Archbishop Copia. Your statement is required.” 

Copia scrambled to walk next to Elio. he gave him an encouraging smile as they walked towards the intimidating popes. 

“You turned to the church after being bitten. We gave you shelter. Copia nursed you through your transition from mortal to undead. What shall you do now?”

“I-” Elio gulped, “I have followed the church for a long time. I didn’t know where else to turn. If I were to leave, I wouldn’t know where to go.”

“So you would stay?” The woman chimed in. 

“I-If you would have me…”

The pope turned away from Elio, facing Copia.

“Is he stable?”

What the fuck. What does he mean “is he stable?”. Of course I’m stable. I wouldn’t be having this conversation if I weren’t. 

“From what I can tell, yes. He has been nothing but kind to me despite what he was going through. He would be a good addition to the church.”

Elio hated how they spoke as if he wasn’t there. The pope turned back to him, his eyes bore a hole through his skull. 

“Very well. You will be allowed to join as a Sibling of Sin. Welcome. Copia will help you get the appropriate attire. But first we must assign you jobs. What are you good at?”

“He mentioned an affinity for gardening.” Copia added thoughtfully. 

“We already have a gardener.” The pope gestured to the older pope. 

“SÌ, but I’m getting old. I could use some help.” The older pope responded.

“Fine, fine, he can work in the garden.” The pope sighed. “Does he have any other skills?” 

“I’m good with animals. I’m a vet tech. If you have animals here I can look after them.” Elio looked up with hope. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad if he could work with animals.

“Oh yes! He could look after the horses and goats! That would be perfect.” Copia chimed in. 

“But would it drain their blood? Would it be able to resist the temptation?” The woman added. 

Elio bristled. He would never hurt an animal. They were his life. Just the idea that there are horses and goats in the Abbey made his heart surge.  And “it”? She had called him “it”. He was a person. Like them. A messed up one. But a person nonetheless. 

“I’m sure he wouldn’t. Right?” Copia iquired.

“Oh no never! I could never hurt an animal. Even in this new state.”

“Very well. Your jobs will be to help Primo with his garden and to care for the Abbeys animals.” The pope at the pew said. “On top of the regular duties of a sibling. If you wish to move up in the ranks then you may attend the daily classes taught by Copia.” 

Elio nearly jumped with joy. He allowed himself to smile instead. He beamed, his new fangs on full display. He registered the disgust on the pope's face at his smile. It quickly faded. 

“You are dismissed, both of you.” The pope waved them away. 

Elio practically skipped to the towering doors. He reserved his excitement for when he was alone and walked quietly to the doors next to Copia. Copia creaked open the doors and shut them behind them. 

He held out a small key. The key to the shackles. Elio held his wrists out for Copia, a sheepish smile on his face. Copia took the shackles off of his wrists gently. 

“Thank you Father.” Elio said. He meant it. He was grateful for Copia standing up for him. 

“Please don’t call me that. You can just call me Copia.” He smiled broadly at Elio. “Welcome to the Church!” 

Elio rubbed his wrists where the shackles had begun chafing. He beamed at Copia, not hiding his new fangs this time. Copia smiled back. Elio was glad he didn’t seem to be afraid or disgusted by his fangs. 

“Come, come, I will show you to your room.” He took Elio’s arm and led him through the twisting hallways of the abbey. They sped up as they got closer to the church yard, where Elio assumed that Primo Emeritus’ garden was kept. They laughed as they ran. Elio didn’t tire. He felt better than he had for years. They reached an arched doorway that led into the courtyard. Copia ran out into the sun and smiled. He held his hand out for Elio to join him. 

Elio smiled and moved to join Copia in the courtyard. He started to walk but hesitated. He started to shake. Tears began forming in his eyes. Copia cocked his head to the side, confused as to why Elio had stopped. His eyes widened when he realized why. 

Vampires burn in the sunlight 

Elio held his hand up to the sunlight, slowly. He tested the sun, pulling away in fear almost as soon as he put his hand in it. He looked down at his hand, inspecting for burns. When he seemed content that there were none he tried the sun again. At first he let the sun shine on his fingers, then his hand, he flipped his hand so his palm was up. He looked like he was holding the sunlight in the palm of his hand. 

He noticed that the sun didn’t burn him, it felt warm. Like the sun is supposed to feel. He smiled and stepped into the sun, allowing it to spill over his face and body. It was warm. He was afraid that he would never feel the warmth of the sun again. He laughed and smiled, tilting his head up to face the midday sun. He closed his eyes and let the sun wash over his face. He just stood there for several moments, face facing the sky and smiling. 

He snapped back to reality when he heard Copia chuckle beside him. He looked over at the archbishop who was smiling at him with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard. 

“I never thought I’d see anyone so grateful to be in the sun!” Copia exclaimed between giggles. Elio just beamed at him in response.

“When you think you will never see it again you get pretty grateful.” He chuckled.

Copia nodded thoughtfully. Then, out of the blue he took Elios arm and they began to make their way to the dormitories again. 

They slowed when they got to the large building, Copia explained that Siblings of Sin were in and out of the dormitories all day, so it would frighten them to see the two of them running at them. They slunk into the building and passed gossiping nuns. Copia led him to a flight of steps.

“Your room is on the third floor…” He paused. “You don’t mind climbing the stairs do you?”

“Not at all.” Elio responded.

“Great! So I will just show you to your room then. Follow me.” He started to sprint up the stairs but stopped, wheezing at the top of them. Elio walked up the stairs at a normal speed and giggled at Copia’s form, doubled over, gasping for breath.

“Maybe don’t run up the stairs.” He said laughing quietly.

“Good” He took in a breath. “Idea.” He finished. 

“Two more flights to go.” The smaller man laughed. 

Copia pushed himself up and they began to climb the other flights of stairs, at a more reasonable pace this time. When they arrived at the third floor he noticed a distinct difference between the other floors and this one. It smelled different. They walked into the recreational area and Elio’s suspicions were confirmed; this floor was much different than the others. For one, it was very messy, Siblings of Sin would never leave their living space this messy. Their superiors would hound them for it. Clothes, dishes and blankets were strewn across the entry area. Another difference was the room itself. It had a TV, multiple couches and he saw an offshoot into a kitchen. Siblings all ate together in the dining hall. Something was definitely up. 

“I’m sorry…” Copia whispered. 

Elio realized where they were. They were in the ghouls dormitories. Copia expected him to live with literal demons from hell rather than humans. How would they treat him? He wasn’t like them. He wasn’t human anymore but he was no demon.

“Papa Emeritus told me to have you stay here. I’m sorry. I told him it was absurd but he wouldn’t listen. I’m sorry. The ghouls are very nice… Are you alright to stay here until I can talk some sense into Papa?” Copia looked sheepish. He clearly felt bad about leaving the vampire here. But Elio was upset. He understood where Copia was coming from, but that didn’t stop him from being peeved. 

“I understand Father.” He said through gritted teeth. “I am fine to stay here.”

“Ok.” Copia sighed, relieved.

 A ghoul walked into the recreational area as if he had been summoned.He was huge. Bigger than any human he had ever seen. And he radiated heat. Elio could feel it from across the room. 

“Oh! Perfect timing. Alpha! Could you please show Brother Elio to his room? He is the new recruit that Papa told you all about.” Copia called out to the ghoul. He said that the ghouls were nice but Elio didn’t fail to notice the tremble in his voice. He was scared of the ghouls. And he expected Elio to live with them! 

“Follow me.” The ghoul said.

Copia gave Elio a slight nudge forward to prompt him to walk with the ghoul. Elio ran a little bit to catch up with the ghoul. He turned to catch one last glimpse of Copia before he turned the corner leading to the hall of rooms. Copia gave him a small thumbs up, trying to be encouraging. It didn’t work. 

The giant ghoul guided Elio through the hallway, past several doors which Elio assumed inhabited the other ghouls. Finally they came to a door at the end of the hallway. 

“This one is yours.” The ghoul, Alpha, said. He opened the door and led Elio inside. 

The room was small, with a bed in the corner and a desk on the opposite wall. There was a door at the foot of the bed and a closet next to the desk. The walls were empty and there was a window, with heavy curtains drawn. They had prepared for him. He turned around to thank Alpha, but he had left and had closed the door silently behind him. 

Elio sighed and turned his focus to the bed. He hadn’t realized how tired he was. Vampires were nocturnal right? And it was daytime. It’s only reasonable for him to be tired. He kicked his shoes off his feet and dived into the bed. The mattress was soft and the blanket was warm and fluffy. This is exactly what he needed. Almost instantly he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Someone tell bots to stop following me...

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Low quality photo of my Tav :D

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avian!techno has been in my mind for quite a while now after seeing a bunch of fics n posts n ppl talking abt it

and yknow what any normal artist would draw first for an idea? das right it's whump uwu

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I would like to hear more about sick ghouls going to the vet?

Who's the calmest and actually somewhat likes the vet? Who puts up the most fight at the vet (assuming it's probably Dew and they have to muzzle him hehe)

I love how I made what was essentially an unhinged shitpost at stupid o'clock in the morning and people want to hear more about my thoughts on it. So, here's my professional opinion on which ghouls would be the nicest patients in order (as someone who actually works in a vet hospital).

Cirrus and Cumulus are easily the best patients. They are happy to sit for the exam, purring happily the whole time. They don't care when the vet has to look in their mouth or in their ears and don't even flinch at any injections. If anything, they are too content because the nonstop purring sure as hell makes it hard to get an accurate heart rate or resp rate.

Rain is also on the calmer side. He's calm in the 'I know there's no way to get out of this' way so there's no purring but also no attempts on the vet's life. He'll grumble through the whole examination, but he puts up with it and the injections just fine. As soon as he's free to leave, he's 100% out of there without looking back.

Phantom is the nervous type. He needs lots of kind reassurance and patience during his exam and the vet has to take it super slow to not stress him out too much. He definitely is the sort that's a huge drama queen for any injections or blood tests needed. All you have to do is place your hand on him and he's already squealing before the needle even happens. Phantom's also the reason why they had to get rid of the drop ceiling as he once got stuck above it while trying to escape.

Sunny and Aurora are so excitable it takes forever to get anything done. Just constant tail wags and curious questions about what's going to happen. It’s definitely a multiple-person job to do any sort of exam on them because they just can't contain their joy and must constantly move. They ask for pets from literally everyone they see and you can give them an injection without them even realizing it because they are just too excited to greet everyone.

Swiss definitely has a 'care- will bite' note on his file. He seems happy enough to be there but he has bitten a vet before and will happily do it again. He doesn't particularly enjoy being poked and prodded about and will only tolerate it up until a certain point. Once he starts getting a little growly, he gets a muzzle so they can safely continue to treat him. He actually doesn't mind the injections, it's just more the prodding he hates.

Mountain is muzzled but that's just more for his sheer size and strength. He's as sweet as anything but if he did ever snap, he would cause serious damage so it's just a safety precaution for everyone involved. He understands this and is always as nice and polite for the whole thing as possible. They always send him away with a treat for being so good despite the muzzle.

Dew is the absolute worst patient possible. To even get him to the vet he has to be sedated before the appointment. If he's not had his pre-appointment dose, he will savage someone. Dew has an 'EXTREME CARE- WILL LUNGE' on file and has launched himself across the room just to bite the vet before. They have to fully sedate him to even be able to examine him and even then, he keeps growling through the muzzle the whole time. Once he had to go for an emergency appointment without his pre-appointment medication and it took 5 people just to be able to hold him down for the sedation injection. Everyone dreads him ever needing to see the emergency vet again.

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Lucian and Matthias will have to travel a lot by car and I wanted to capture one of those moments. Just a coffee break for these two.

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Pet Whumpee, starved and looking up at their Whumper whenever they have food. Whumper just looks at them and says "No. You can't have it."

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