#whump ask

[mj-iza-writer]

Can you write about like a caretaker who has like sensory issues, and like stuff like that. And then the whumpee trying to learn the caretakers boundaries?

Thankyou so much for the ask. This actually stumped me for a little, I'll be honest. I have sensory issues myself, so I thought this would be easy, but I definitely found a problem with my writing... I have a hard time giving Caretaker any problems. No promises on fixing that though. I hope you enjoy the story. MJ 💚

It was the sixth time Caretaker washed their hands since Whumpee woke up.... ten minutes ago

'Am I really that gross?', Whumpee thought to themself as they looked down, 'Caretaker cleaned me up pretty well when I first moved in, and I get constant baths.'

"Are you doing alright?", Caretaker glanced at them while drying their hands, "checking on my wound dressing? How did I do?"

Whumpee looked up nervously, "go-good."

"That's good", Caretaker smiled, "would you like some help getting changed into some new pajamas?"

"C-can I wear these?", Whumpee looked down at the ones they had on. It seemed like a waste to put new clothes on.

"Oh, yes, you can. You've been with a fever; I thought maybe you would feel better in a clean set", Caretaker smiled, "I don't like the feel of dirty clothes myself."

Whumpee frowned. They were still getting used to everything here. This person had some different ways of doing stuff.

"How about we at least change your socks", Caretaker pulled out a pair of rubber gloves.

That was another thing.... gloves... always gloves. Cooking, cleaning, even helping Whumpee with baths... all of it was done with gloves.

"I must gross them out so much then", Whumpee sighed after Caretaker left the room, "wh-why am I here?"

Whumpee followed the smell of food from down the hall.

"Ah, there you are", Caretaker smiled.

'They always seem so happy to see me though. I'm so confused', Whumpee rubbed their head before looking around. They saw two plates with steam coming off of them sitting on the counter.

"I hope you are hungry. I cooked a bunch of new foods for you to try", Caretaker picked up the plates and carried them to the table, "my hope is that I can introduce as many foods to you as possible so you have some favorites."

Whumpee nodded, "it looks so good", they whispered, "will you eat today?"

"I can sit down with you if you like. I've had a protein shake this morning, so I am full", Caretaker smiled, "I've never been good with breakfast."

"Oh", Whumpee whispered.

"You do need to eat your breakfast though. That way, we can get you big and strong and feeling better."

Whumpee nodded shyly.

Caretaker happily talked with Whumpee while they ate. They talked about so many wonderful times with other patients. It made Whumpee wonder if they would ever be part of these stories for the next patients to hear about.

Whumpee bit into something and spit it out quickly.

Caretaker paused and looked at them worriedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry", Whumpee pleaded, "I'll eat it, I just.. uhm."

"You don't have to put it in your mouth... if it caused to spit like that, then don't eat it", Caretaker hurried with a napkin, "I have a hard time with textures myself, so I've reacted the same way before. Don't worry about it."

"It... it was a weird crunchy", Whumpee looked at the gob before Caretaker picked it up with a napkin, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, I put in a few sweet peppers for you to try", Caretaker admitted, "just to introduce them to your palate, but you don't have to eat it."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker curiously, "uhm, what are texture issues?"

"Oh, I have a hard time processing sensory imputs. Textures from food and fabrics, sounds, touch", Caretaker sat back down, "I react differently to stuff like that. People judge me, they say I'm strange... weird", Caretaker smiled weakly, "but there is nothing wrong with processing differently. It just makes me see things and do stuff a little differently."

"Is that why you wear gloves all of the time?", Whumpee looked at two boxes of gloves on the counter.

"Yes, I have a habit of finding sticky and other lovely things, so I'm constantly putting on gloves", Caretaker smiled, "keeps me from touching anything gross."

Whumpee went blank with those words, 'th-they think I'm gross', all of the baths with gloves. Cleaning them, bandaging.... 'gloves.'

"Are you okay Whumpee?", Caretaker looked at them worriedly.

"C-can I go to bed", Whumpee stood up quickly.

"Bed, uh yes... we can reschedule your activities for later", Caretaker stood, "you're ok...."

Whumpee left the room quickly before Caretaker could see the tears come from their eyes.

*KNOCK..knock*

"Hey, is it okay if I come in", Caretaker spoke quietly, "I need to change your bandages."

Whumpee sniffled as they turned to the door.

"Hey, hey", Caretaker hurried in, "whats going on? I tried to give you some space, you seemed a little upset, but now I'm thinking that was a mistake", Caretaker knelt beside the bed, "did I say something that hurt you?"

"Yo-you think I'm gross", Whumpee mumbled sadly, "I guess I understand, but it... it hurts."

"Whumpee, I apologize, but when did.... oh", Caretaker paused, "Whumpee, I'm sorry, I absolutely did not mean anything about you."

"It's fine if you did, I know... I'm gross", Whumpee whispered sadly, "I don't change my clothes constantly, and I don't know how to bathe correctly. So you have to help me."

"Whumpee, you're not gross at all", Caretaker looked at the glove box, "Whumpee, I wear the gloves for your cleanliness, not mine. The constant baths are to help relax your tense body, and to clean you up. I take constant showers myself. It's just to get you freshened up."

Whumpee looked at them quietly while a tear fell.

"When I was your age, I was in a horrible accident", Caretaker started, "I was hospitalized. A nurse who was dressing my wounds didn't wear gloves. I received a terrible infection from that. I was in the hospital for an even longer time because of them", Caretaker sighed, "I went into patient care a little after that. No matter how often I wash my hands, there are still germs on my skin that could make you sick. I do not wear the gloves because you are gross... I wear them because I am gross."

Whumpee looked down at Caretaker's hands.

"I meant gross things like sticky counters and floaters in the sink from dirty dishes", Caretaker grinned slightly, "except feet. I'm still not good with feet, even mine."

Whumpee smiled weakly.

"I promise, I do not see you as gross at all. I am very happy to have you here and that I get to take care of you", Caretaker wiped at Whumpee's face, "I'm sorry I didn't check on you earlier. Sometimes giving space is best, but I should have definitely checked on you."

Whumpee sniffled.

"Here let's get your bandages changed, then we can go watch a movie and eat some snacks", Caretaker went to wash their hands, "how does that sounds?"

"It sounds good", Whumpee watched.

"Gloves to keep you clean", Caretaker held the gloves up, "and only for that reason."

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[seth-whumps]

Any tips for writing the scenes you don't want to write to get to the scenes you do want to write?

Writing When It Sucks: A Quickstart Guide to the Scenes That Hate You Personally

by seth-whumps / sethlost

So, you've got a thousand-word gap between the good scenes, and you've gotta fill it with something. We've all been there—that one sentence in the outline, filling you with irreversible dread—but don’t lose hope. We do have some solutions! I've got three pieces of advice for this situation:

-> Skip The Hard Parts

-> Check Your Variables

-> Change It Up

Long post ahead, folks—you’ve been warned!

Let's start easy, with—

AVOIDANCE

Don't force yourself to write the parts you hate! If it's a scene that's not your thing, just... skip it! If you think it's boring, chances are your readers will feel it, too. If you'd skip it, they'd skip it. Famous authors do this alllllll the time. Don't deny yourself the privilege.

Remember, you don’t have to write chronologically. Write the good parts when you want to write them.

You gotta get to December? Skip to it.

You have a long ass captivity scene you don't want to bore yourself with? Skip it.

Does this scene just inspire you to stop writing forever? SKIP IT.

If it sucks, hit da bricks, as we Tumblrinas say.

Now, I hear you. "But if I do that with every scene that troubles me, I'll have hardly any scenes at all!"

Welcome to writing. It sucks. However, I'll let you in on the best tip I have ever learned from Reddit Dot Com—

CHECK YOUR VARIABLES

Your story, whether big or small, is built from several puzzle pieces! We'll call these your Story Variables. They can include:

Physical:

-> Heroes - your main people!

-> Villains - you’ve gotta have an antagonist somewhere, yknow?

-> Setting/Genre - solarpunk? ancient Arthurian myth? literally just New York City?

-> Locations - home base, headquarters, the villain’s lair, high school, etc

Narrative:

-> Main plot - getting the hero from point A to Z

-> Sideplots - character development, romance, betrayal and redemption arcs

-> Motivations - what do your characters want? what does your setting want?

-> Ending - where is it all going towards?

Audience:

-> Morals/messages - what’s the point of the story? what are you discussing or exploring throughout?

-> Metaphors - what’s the language you’re using to paint a picture?

-> Emotions - and the language you’re using to invoke a feeling?

-> Satisfaction - do you want your audience to feel satisfied? do you not? where and why?

If you're stuck on a scene, you may have an underdeveloped variable, or a missing one altogether. You can fix this by interrogating the absolute hell out of your story. Here's a few questions to get you started:

Do you know your ending? Is this scene guiding you towards it?

What emotions are you trying to portray? Where can you show that in this scene?

Where's your current location? Are you using it as a character in your story?

What drives your heroes? Your villains? How can you make them more obvious?

Are you considering your side plots and character development arcs?

Is this scene contributing to the satisfaction of your story?

You might be saying, "But wait! I'm only writing a little thing! I don't have the time/energy to think about all that!"

That's okay! I hear you. But it's not hopeless. I've still got something to help—

CHANGING IT UP

Hobbyists work in styles. It's hard to develop one, and often it comes from years of practice and study, but there's a way you can streamline it to your advantage. Think of it this way:

-> If you don't like drawing noses, change the way you draw them.

-> If your crocheting tools don't feel right, find ones that suit you.

-> If a chord on the guitar is too difficult, use an alternate fingering.

NEWS FLASH: it's the same for writing.

If something isn't working, you have every ability to do it differently. There's very little right and wrong, here. Don't confine yourself to one generalized "type" of writing--branch out until you find what works for you. Let's start by thinking about what you're struggling on.

Physical movements? Blocking? You might be having trouble visualizing what the scene needs to contain.

Draw the layout of your location. Use random pieces to represent your characters. Play dolls.

Keep it simple. Write exactly what happens, no more and no less.

Another post on Tumblr blew up, advising you to try writing the scene with only dialogue, and adding the actions later.

Emotional weight? Prose? This one's tricky, but I've got some advice regardless.

Change your sentence structure. Focus on the rhythm of the words. Worry less about grammar, and pay attention to the picture, the painting, the music.

Or, in opposition, write it exactly like it is. Come back to prose it up once you've got the scene skeletonized.

What's your moral/metaphor? Thread it throughout. Come back to it often. This'll tie up the story into something cohesive and cinematic.

Organization? The actual, nitty-gritty content of the scene? Think about what the purpose of the scene is, then consider the following.

Start with a bullet point list of everything you want to include. Think of details, interactions, and movements. Spam as many as you can think of, until you've got a substantial list of meat and seasoning you can sprinkle in as necessary.

Check in on your variables. Where does the scene need to end? What's the most convoluted path it could take to get there?

Introduce a new variable. Treat everything like a character in the story. Is the location an old building? Have it collapse. Is the ending too close for comfort? Drive the story in the opposite direction.

Most of all, mess around. Do what comes naturally, and if something isn't working, do it differently until it does. Writing is fun, despite everything about writing--so workshop it until it's fun again.

Whoops! That got very long. I hope this helps at least a bit, and if you've got any questions at all, Anon, feel free to ask! I'm sorry for the wait on this ask, by the way. I wanted to give it justice.

I'd be happy to go more in depth on anything mentioned here. I love talking through my thought processes while writing.

And as a disclaimer, none of what is said here is law. It's just what I've gathered through practice, and through following incredible people. There's no rules! Do what feels right!

Anyway! Thanks for reading, folks. See you in the next one [salutes]

Seth, signing off!

dividers by @/saradika-graphics, link in pinned post

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

could u maybeeeee do a rough caretaker x super sensitive whumpee? Maybe hospital setting, non con drugs, force feeding?? idk but i LOVED ur out like a light

By the end this turned into kind of a Munchausen by Proxy syndrome situation at least to me, where Caretaker is convinced Whumpee is sick or maybe they're just the one making Whumpee sick..? Anyway read it how you like! I hope this is okay for you and ticked all the boxes!!!

CWs: forced drugging, needles, sedation, medical setting, forced feeding, forced intubation (NG tube) restraints

“Let me GO!"

“Just hold still.” Caretaker ground out, pinning a wriggling Whumpee to their chest. “You're making this more difficult than it has to be.”

They threw Whumpee onto the bed, easily overpowering them and slipping both wrists and ankles into soft padded cuffs that were tied to the bed.

Whumpee let out a terrified shriek as Caretaker affixed the last restraint, then picked up a syringe off a metal trolley next to the bed.

“Here, this should help.” Caretaker flicked the cap off the syringe and drove the needle into Whumpee's thigh, emptying the contents swiftly into the muscle. Whumpee let out a cry like a wounded animal as the drug began to pump into their system.

“No, no, no..” Whumpee breathed as their limbs began to weaken and go slack in the restraints. "Don't.. need it. I'm fine.. mmfine.."

“Much better.” Caretaker patted Whumpee's head. “This is all for your own good. You get that, right?” They asked, smiling softly.

Whumpee’s heavy breaths slowed, and their head slumped back against the pillows.

“That's better. Now we can get some food into you.”

Caretaker turned their back on Whumpee, rummaging amongst medical supplies as they set up a tray with various tubes and syringes.

They snapped on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, causing Whumpee to flinch against the restraints.

The drugs hadn't fully taken effect yet, and so Whumpee knew whatever was about to happen would not be pleasant.

Caretaker ignored their pleas, reaching for a long piece of tubing, which they removed from sterile packaging. They held the tubing up to Whumpee's cheek, measuring it and marking a line across it with a marker. Then, Caretaker covered the end of the tube in some kind of gel before leaning over and shoving it up into Whumpee's nostril without warning. Whumpee began to cough and splutter, trying to pull their head away, but Caretaker trapped their head in place and continued to force the tube further up. Whumpee felt the tube reach the back of their nose and begin to go down their throat. It was a horrifying, invasive feeling as they began to cough and gag at the foreign object, eyes watering with the force of the intrusion. The tube was still going further and further down until it seemed to reach deep inside their stomach. Finally, Caretaker stopped, pulling back and using a small piece of tape to tape the other end of the tube to Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee took in a deep breath racked with sobs as they tried to steady their queasy stomach.

Caretaker patted their head. “Wasn't that easier when you stopped fighting?” They asked condescendingly.

Whumpee spat in their direction. Caretaker simply sighed and cleaned up the spit from Whumpee's chin. They then picked up a bottle-like container, poured an unappetising solution into it, and then attached tubing to it, which ran to the end of the tube on Whumpee's face. They hung the bottle up on an IV stand as the concotction began to flow from the stand into the tube and into Whumpee's stomach. The initial sensation was just cold. Then, the solution travelled into Whumpee's stomach, and the sensation of being filled from within made Whumpee gag again.

“Deep breaths.” Caretaker cooed, massaging Whumpee's stomach.

Tears pooled in Whumpee's eyes as they tried to breathe through the nausea, finally managing to get through the sensation until all the solution was gone. As the next breath left their body, they felt their eyes growing heavy.

“You can sleep now, Whumpee.” Caretaker soothed, stroking their gloved hand through Whumpee's hair. “Sh, just rest.”

Whumpee wanted to say no, that there was something wrong, but the drugs were making the room spin, and they just wanted to close their eyes and …

Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's head drooped against their chest, their patient finally unconscious, finally calm. They whispered, “Just rest. I'll take care of you. I'm the only one who can make you better.”

[whumporama]

What is something you'd like to see more of in the whump community?

(Not allowed to shit on something else! Only what you'd like to see more of please :D ♡ )

[all-the-gory-details]

whump prompt: magical brands/tattoos

THANK YOU

Tw: brand, burns, captivity, punishment

Whumpee trembled on the cold concrete floor, heavy breathing interrupted by the occasional hiccup or sob. Their body didn't feel right, shaky and weak.

Pain radiated from the spot on the small of their back, the spot Whumper had chosen to mark. If the branding iron wasn't lying discarded on the floor beside them, they would have sworn it was still pressed into their skin, sizzling as they tried to bite back their screams.

Now, whumper was waiting, foot tapping on the floor impatiently. Whumpee wanted so badly to curl up and cry, but this wasn't over. Not yet.

"It hurts, doesn't it, Whumpee?" They finally mused, excitement peeking through their cold facade.

"You fucking branded me," they muttered, squeezing their eyes shut tight. "Of course it hurts."

"Let's try something, hm? I'm... interested, to see what effect this will have on your behavior." They paused for a moment, and Whumpee braced themself for the kick or hit they assumed was coming.

Instead, whumper delivered one simple command. "Kneel."

Whumpee had a meer moment to feel the relief of not being beaten.

Then, the brand on their back was on fire once more.

They had thought it hurt to be branded the first time. Somehow, this was worse.

They shrieked in pain, limbs spasming as the agony traveled up their spine, radiating through their very soul.

Somehow, some part of them remembered that last command, and they managed to push themselves up, into a pose that could possibly be called kneeling.

The burning died down after a moment, returning to the manageable throb of before. Whumper grinned, slowly circling their quivering, kneeling form.

"I don't think disobedience will be a problem much longer, don't you agree? There are some cases, Whumpee, where pain really is the best teacher."

[dreamresus]

Hi! I was admiring your drawings for a time now! You inspire me to draw more including resus/whump scenes although I am.making more fluff stuff 🥰 I was wondering if you are planning in the futureon making new sets of poses? Those you made are extremely helpful 😀

This is the best sort of message, thank you so much. I can't wait to see what you make! When you say sets of poses, do you mean the drawings like this?

I made some drawings like this a while ago as drawing warmups/practice. I used the great reference material around here like this account for the poses. I have a few other drawings like these and I stuck them into that sketchbook I've been putting together for 1 million years.

[kabie-whump]

🥱 - Sleep deprivation (I lied, I'm sending 3 instead of twoXD♥️) Thanks again!

Thanks again for your asks! This was fun!

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Ventis, Onthyes, and Shayah have been holed up in this partially collapsed watchtower for three days now.

Wind howls through cracks in the stone, fluttering the torn edges of old banners. It's freezing, dark, and nowhere close to safe, but it's the only barrier between them and whatever the thing was that tore through their last camp like paper.

Shayah sleeps light, still in her armor, her axe within arm's reach. Onthyes squats in front of the fire, warming his hands. Onthyes glances over at Ventis-

"I'm fine," Ventis says before Onthyes can voice his question. "I've got it."

He's sitting against a wall, one leg outstretched and the other bent. His palms are cupped around a little ball of glowing blue magic. It flickers like a candle flame, casting an eerie light up onto his face. Right now, this ball of magic is the one thing keeping their enemy from sensing their location and coming for them again.

"You haven't slept in days."

"Well, I've still got it."

Ventis isn't sure that that's even true. He's still awake, sure. He's still fueling the wards around their hiding place. But Onthyes is right. It's been days. It's been days and he hasn't slept at all.

"Ventis..." Onthyes stands and goes over to him, lowering himself to lean against the wall just next to him.

Ventis leans into Onthyes's shoulder. He's toasty warm from being by the fire, and immediately Ventis feels his eyes closing, the urge to doze off here overwhelming.

He jolts upright, his head spinning from the motion. The sphere of light flickers dangerously, and he steadies it by sheer will alone. He can't afford to sleep now. His friends need him to keep this ward alive.

Ventis grits his teeth. "I'm fine," he says again, but his words come out slurred.

Onthyes doesn't say anything for a moment, doesn't move away either. He watches Ventis, scanning him with worry pinching his brow.

"You're not," Onthyes says gently. "You're shaking."

Ventis lets out a stuttering exhale through his nose. "Just... tired."

"Then sleep."

"I can't." Tears of frustration sting at Ventis's eyes against his will. "The ward-"

"I'll wake up Shayah. The two of us can keep watch the old fashioned way while you rest up."

Ventis shakes his head. Onthyes doesn't understand. He can't just sleep, knowing that his friends are waiting for some unknown force to tear them apart. He pulls the ball of magic closer to his chest, drawing both knees up.

"They'll find us."

"Ventis-"

"No. I can feel it, Onthyes. Something's looking for us. It's after us. If I let go, even for a second-"

His voice is trembling now, frayed at the edges. Onthyes reaches for his shoulder and Ventis flinches hard. The magic flares, then gutters like a lamp in the wind. His breath catches. His vision goes dark for less than a second and when it returns, he can't feel his hands.

No.

No, not now, damn it.

The magic flickers again. Ventis's limbs buzz.

"I can't," Ventis gasps, panic rising in his chest. "I can't feel my hands."

"Ventis," Onthyes's voice is suddenly stern as he grabs his wrist. "You're done."

"No no no-"

The magic flickers out.

"No!"

"Shayah, wake up," Onthyes barks.

Shayah is up instantly, axe in hand.

"I'm sorry-"

"It's okay, Ventis. We can handle it."

Ventis lets his head thump back on the wall, unable to hold it up anymore. Onthyes and Shayah stand back to back, weapons drawn.

And nothing comes. No sudden attack, nothing but a distant chirping of frogs and the crackle of the fire.

Ventis sags forward. Onthyes rushes to catch him before he can hit the ground. His skin is cold and clammy, his breathing quick and shallow.

"See?" Onthyes is panting, forced sunniness barely covering his unease. "Whatever it is, it lost interest. You did great, Ventis."

Ventis swallows back a sob. Now that he's not focusing on the spell, he can really feel just how tired he is. His vision fades in and out, a strange buzzing taking over his hearing.

"Can... Can I-"

"Yeah. You can sleep now."

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[snapcracklewhump]

Favorite prompts for fever? 👀

Thanks for the ask! Fever is one of those whumps I enjoy on nearly every character. 

Delirium from a high fever. Whumpee is frightened and disoriented. The things they say don’t make any sense, but it doesn’t stop whumpee from trying to get others to understand. Or maybe they’re so weak that their distress can only be expressed in quiet murmurs or whimpers.

A whumpee who becomes emotional when they have a high fever. It messes with their head, and a whumpee who might normally be quiet or reserved suddenly cries at the drop of a hat. (Please have caretaker wipe away their feverish tears.)

Bone-deep chills that seem to shake whumpee to their very core. Nothing seems to warm them even though they’re already burning up. They’re shaking so much that they can hardly get a sentence out. 

Feverish confessions. Maybe with a fever, whumpee outright admits something they normally wouldn’t. 

Or maybe, they let slip a series of small admissions that caretaker puts together into a truth whumpee would never dare say aloud. 

Caretaker cradling whumpee to their chest, feeling them shiver despite the uncomfortable heat. 

The relief that floods over caretaker when whumpee’s fever finally breaks. They push the sweat-soaked hair off of whumpee’s forehead and finally they know that everything will be alright

[whumperless-whump-event]

Hi, the whumperless whump event sounds really cool, it’s my favourite kind of whump to read and write! and the prompts look really interesting. I’d really like to take part in the event and I just wondered if it would be ok to use AI as a spell checker or to help with background research for a story? (It would still be me writing the story). I have a personal AI use disclaimer on my AO3 profile and now I share in the author’s notes of each fic how I’ve used AI in the story, for example those reasons above, just for transparency and to show how AI can be used as a tool to support writing rather than replacing the writer. I saw on your rules that you’d put no AI so I wanted to check. Thanks for organising the event.

Hey! Thank you for submitting this ask.

AI can be useful as a tool. However, we're talking about generative artificial intelligence, specifically OpenAI, ChatGPT and similar models, which have a specific host of issues:

It's consistently proven to be untrustworthy, including misinforming users;

"Training" a generative AI model commonly steals from artists, scrapes online works, and compiles creations without consent, which is copyright infringement and theft;

GenAI replaces actions that foster community, such as beta reading and group research.

The reason I ban AI in this event isn't to deprive someone from a tool that can assist them with things they struggle on, or saving time.

I ban it because GenAI's required training scrapes the internet for art and writing without permission, and because its answers cannot be guaranteed trustworthy, regardless of the training. As for the third point, I'd be the last person to say editing or revising is an enjoyable way to spend my time, but I do think GenAI is a replacement, not an invention, and alternatives without these issues existed before GenAI did.

This is, unfortunately, a soapbox. I understand why GenAI is used in these situations. I also see that you did not ask for me to try and convince you not to use AI, so I apologize for restating what you've probably heard a thousand times.

However, for the spirit of the event, and for the sake of fostering community and human connection in creative spaces, I will not allow GenAI to be used.

Thank you for asking kindly, and I hope this doesn't deter you from participating.

[dying-crying-pining]

I don’t know if this would be called a trope (or if it even exists), but “child/teenage!whumpee protecting an adult whumpee”? It’s a thought thats clawed at me for several years and now that I’m writing a story with this in it, I’m curious what people think about the idea, if they think of it at all.

i love this idea, anon!

my personal preference would be a focus on the adult’s whump with mostly emotional whump for the kid/teen.

like, what if the adult hides an injury/illness because they’re the kid/teen’s only guardian so they have no other choice but to keep going? eventually, they literally cannot physically take another step and collapse/keel over. you’ve got boundless possibilities for physical and emotional whump. the guilt, the angst, the trauma reveals! the adult can’t relax or rest because they’re terrified of what could happen to their kiddo while they’re out of it, so healing takes way longer.

off the top of my head, ‘the last of us’ series had a fantastic version of this when joel is stabbed and incapacitated and ellie has to take on the role of protector/caretaker. the movie ‘light of my life’ also had some good whumpy scenes where the dad is beat to hell, shot, passes out and the daughter uses all the skills she’s learned from him to keep them alive/patch him up.

idk if i answered this the right way, anon. you’re my first ever ask! thank you for sharing!!!

[mj-iza-writer]

OMG HI YOUR ASK IS FINALLY OPEN. I MISSED YOU! ARE YOU DOING WELL? BECAUSE I JUST HAD AN IDEA (Or a request but feel free to ignore this) -Caretaker has a fearsome and notorious reputation for hunting vampires or monsters. They changed for some reason to be a better person but their reputation is still well known -Vampire Whumpee (or nonhuman whumpee whichever you prefer) being injured while trying to escape from a hunter. V!whumpee can no longer move anymore due to their injuries but when they see caretaker they struggle because they know their reputation -Caretaker sees V!whumpee and starts restraining them with a muzzle and a handcuff because they wanna nurse this vampire back to health but that doesn't mean they're gonna risk it themselves. -One thing I forgot to say is that V!whumpee can't really talk and understand human speech so cue miscommunication and caretaker trying to just help but can't understand why V!whumpee is scared of them. ANYWAYS FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THIS BECAUSE I THOUGHT OF A GOOD IDEA AND I WANNA SHARE IT WITH YOU :>

I am doing alright, I just needed a mental health break. I hope you are doing alright as well. Thankyou for your request, I hope you enjoy. MJ

Warning: Vampire story, feeding on blood. Minimal swearing.

It was early in the morning and Caretaker was sound asleep until the alarm startled them.

Caretaker sat up quickly.

"That's the balcony alarm", Caretaker got up and went to the window, "can't imagine too many people who would willingly climb up three stories to my balcony. That only tells me they flew in and crashed."

Caretaker's bedroom led right out to the balcony. Caretaker could see someone crawling and collapsing on the stonework.

They went out the door and started to assess the damage.

"They got you", Caretaker turned the person over and saw a stake sticking out from the abdomen, "that's gonna take a while to heal."

"Caretaker, you there?", someone yelled.

"Don't move", Caretaker stood, and walked to the balcony edge to look over.

"Who's asking?", Caretaker called down, "oh, is that Oscar? Who let your ugly ass out of the cave?", Caretaker laughed.

"I got out for good behavior... hey, I got a vampire down the street. I think they are up on your balcony", Oscar called up, "you can throw it down. I'll take care of them. I know you're not in the business of killing anymore."

"It's up here. You actually killed it. I will take care of the body, save you trip", Caretaker looked back at the vampire and saw that it was staring frightfully at them. The stake lazily fell from their hands to the stone.

"You sure?", Oscar called up.

"Yeah, I'm sure. It's about to be dawn. Might as well not deal with the mess it will make when the sun hits it", Caretaker looked to the sky, "might as well head home and get some sleep."

"I appreciate it Caretaker, have a good day", Oscar turned.

"You as well", Caretaker waved.

Caretaker hurried to pull the vampire into their room and closed the curtains. The sun was definitely about to hit the horizon.

Tired moans came from the vampire. They stared nervously as Caretaker pulled some items from a cabinet.

"I'm sure you know exactly who I am. If you were smart you wouldn't fight me", Caretaker turned the vampire on their side to handcuff them, "I'm not really in the business of killing you guys, not anymore, but I'm not taking any chances."

The vampire whimpered as a muzzle was slid over their face and locked into place. It was all over. They were good as dead.

"I need to get you into the dungeon. I have a coffin down there. I'll get some blood in you. The sun won't shine down there for a little while still."

Caretaker lifted the vampire and hurried out of their bedroom and down the hall. Their home was made to allow sunlight in no matter where the sun was in the day.

The dungeon was created with the same concept. Any vampires that were not lucky to die would be tortured by the sun getting closer and closer until they had nowhere to hide.

One coffin was set aside to protect any vampire that needed to be alive for a little longer. They were locked inside for however long Caretaker needed.

Caretaker had drawn some of their own blood.

They hurried down the steps to the coffin, and opened it.

"You need to eat quickly. This will boost your healing abilities", Caretaker started to take the muzzle off, "the sun is going to come in here any second."

The vampire stared in fear.

"Am I speaking English...  drink", Caretaker forced the cup to vampire's lip and poured the blood into their mouth.

The vampire squirmed as the blood filled their mouth.

The muzzle was quickly forced back onto the vampires mouth. The coffin was slammed shut before a small ray of sunlight stretched far enough to reach the wood.

Kicking ensued from inside of the coffin.

Kicking and screaming.

"Stop it", Caretaker slammed on the lid, "I told you not to fight me."

The kicking continued.

"Fine, use up all of the blood I just gave you. You are just going to fall asleep", Caretaker turned, "I'm going back to bed."

Caretaker climbed down the steps of the dungeon when the sun started to set.

"The sun is just making it's way out of the dungeon", Caretaker watched the final beams of light dance on a wall, "as long as they don't run that way they should be fine", Caretaker started to unlock the coffin.

A panicked gaze stared up at Caretaker.

"Good morning", Caretaker smiled, they turned away, "how did you sleep?"

Claw like nails caught Caretaker's chin and pulled them to face the vampire.

"You're quicker than I thought", Caretaker reached for the vampires wrist but was met with resistance.

"Stop", the vampire ordered loudly.

Caretaker stopped.

"I... can't.... hear... you", the vampire broke each word with a long space, "I... can... read... lips. You... need... to face... me.... though."

"You're deaf?", Caretaker stared in shock, "no wonder you were fighting so much last night. I was going on and on. You were probably terrified."

The vampire nodded, "you're... fault", they pointed, "you caused... Whumpee's... deafness."

"Whumpee?", Caretaker frowned, "wait how?"

"Explosion... at mill", Whumpee looked deeply at Caretaker, "injured... me. I can't... talk correctly... I talk.... loud.... sometimes. I... can't... hear... anything."

Caretaker nodded in understanding, "I remember, it was accidental, the explosion was too powerful. I partially stopped hunting because of what happened. I completely stopped a while later."

"You.... stopped... hunting?", Whumpee frowned, "why... capture... me"

"I didn't, I just needed to control the situation until you relaxed", Caretaker looked over them, "I take it you broke the cuffs."

Whumpee nodded and showed the broken cuffs hanging from their wrist, "may.... I leave... now."

"No, you are still injured. The hunters will get you", Caretaker frowned, "I want to heal you up before I think of letting you go out there again. You need to stay in the coffin during the day. My entire house is made to let the sun light in. That's why I locked you into the coffin. Do you understand?"

Whumpee nodded.

"Now, I have this..."

"Blood.... blood", Whumpee whispered eagerly.

Caretaker showed the cup, "you can't hear, but you can certainly smell."

Whumpee held onto Caretaker's wrist as they took from the cup.

Their eyes wandered around the room as they sipped.

"You need to stay down here while you heal as well. The upstairs isn't vampire safe. I still have enough enemies with the vampires that I can't risk changing anything. Down here is safe except during the day, that's what the coffin us for", Caretaker pointed again. Making sure Whumpee was paying attention.

"I-I can... stay... here?", Whumpee looked up at them eagerly.

"You can stay as long as you like, but don't get use to the blood donations", Caretaker grinned, "it's only until you heal."

Whumpee nodded.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee looked around the room.

"A lot", Caretaker sighed.

"Huh?", Whumpee looked at them questioningly.

"A lot of vampires died down here. Not something I am proud of", Caretaker sighed, "I can't apologize enough. I hope that helping a few of you may make a little difference at least."

"Why... the.... change... of... heart? Your... name is... spoken... in fear... by the vampires", Whumpee frowned.

"I was rescued, that night. The explosion. A vampire saved me and one other human", Caretaker frowned, "he didn't say anything, he just disappeared into the night. He didn't have to save me. It didn't feel right hunting after that."

"My... uncle... he... thought... I... died", Whumpee looked down, "I... haven't.... been able... to... find him... yet. He... is... my guar-dian."

Caretaker watched as Whumpee's head lowered even more.

"It's... been... hard to... hunt... without.. my.. senses", Whumpee whispered, "I... was... still... being... trained... I don't... know... how to... be... a vam-pire... yet."

Caretaker reached for Whumpee's chin and lifted their gaze, "I will help you. You can stay here until you are safe."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou" they smiled, "I... appreciate... your... help."

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[seth-whumps]

"Mn..." + Caretaker

"Hey, eyes open. Eyes open."

"You're awake, aren't you? It's good to see you."

"Been awhile. You've got painkillers coming your way, but let's drink some water first, okay?"

"Shh, I know it hurts, I'm sorry."

"Just breathe with me. It'll be over soon."

[thewhumpiestofthemall]

something something whumpee drooling because whumper is starving them and keeps bringing food around them as a form of torture(?)

i just thought of this but could never write it myself bc i got bad related trauma so i figured i'd lead y'all to a treasure(?) i cannot possess. go ham (perhaps literally)

Order up! Famine

Ingredient list: captivity whump, living weapon whumpee, handler whumper, reference to past injuries.

No potential allergens.

Whumpee's body could barely move. Too weak to function. Too weak. He should've been stronger. He had missions to complete, and yet this setback cost him everything. That broken leg cost him everything. Now he was worthless until the bones healed.

Whumper strolled in with not much care in the world, carrying a table in front of them. Then a chair, then cutlery. Whumpee recognized the sweet aroma of cooked meat almost immediately. They continued the show, bringing in more and more food. It looked like a restaurant popped up right inside that medbay. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Whumper asked. "The chefs here are absolutely splendid." He on the other hand hadn't eaten well in days. Only form of sustenance being those measly rations he kept on him. "You would've ended up with a meal like this if you did your job right." He was too weak to beg. Too weak to fight back. Too weak to notice the puddle of drool he caused.

Whumper took their sweet sweet time going through every plate, each dish more appetizing than the last. "Please..." He managed to spit out. They just chuckled. "I've told you already. You don't deserve this luxury." All he could do was pick at the crumbs they'd leave on the floor. They'd rant about the flavor profile. Rant about each ingredient. Rant about if he wasn't so useless he would've gotten the same treatment. He just wanted this humiliation show to be over. They dragged it along, even waving food at his face only to snatch it back the moment he tried to grab it.

Soon enough the show was over. Whumper brought each plate and accessory back to the kitchen. Whumpee could only lie there grateful it was over. He couldn't let this happen again. He'd never let it happen again. He understood it more clearly than ever. He'd rather shatter every bone in his body than live with this humiliating memory.

Thank you for ordering! Apologies for the delay!

[intronaeternum]

I just discovered your blog and AAAAA this is such a great setup! Such a great use of polls and drawings in combination to make it feel not just interactive, but also immersive! And the cat man!! The little cat man!!!!! I'm going to give him so many nice things.

The cake is a lie, free will are manufactured and quantified

Yes! If you want to give cat man a nice thing pls do, also don't forget to send me a copy of the manuscript. There are some house rule like no porn, no romance, no gender swap. But I'm very welcome both fan art and fan fic (those will make me go crazy and draw bunch of drawing in one night)

He might be 35 years old, 175cm and 70kg cat man with PhD and MD but he is the little cat man to us. Cannot escape house cat allegation of being tiny and soft

[all-the-gory-details]

this is a bit confusing but-

i have this obsession with the type of situation where the whumpee has just been saved from the whumper by their friends. and they are barely conscious. like to everyone else, they look knocked out. but theyre awake and theyre just aware of their vulnerability and how weak they are and feel everyone moving them around but they just cant manage to let their friends know theyre awake.

oddly specific but if you could write something like that i would absolutely love it, thank you so much!!!!

Lovely visual right there, hope this does your vision justice! Thanks for the ask!!!

TW: captivity, unspecified injuries

Sight was... hard. Whumpee's eyes were barely open as it was, and the tears only blurred their vision further.

But they could see them.

Their team.

Or rather, the blurry, blobby outlines of their team members, bursting through the locked door. The light from the hallway met the darkness of Whumpee's cell, and their teammates were only outlines against the stark brightness, but they were there.

Leader rushed in first, immediately dropping next to whumpee and checking for a pulse. "They're alive," they announced, relief clear in their voice.

Whumpee was relieved too. They hadn't been sure. Their own beating heart seemed far, far away.

Some part of their mind, some consciousness floating through the haze of pain and exhaustion, wanted to sob at how helpless they were. Their team was here to rescue them, and they couldn't lift their head to greet them.

Hell, they couldn't even open their eyes.

"Don't think they're conscious," Leader said, although their voice was as watery and unclear as their image. "...need to get them to medic-"

Whumpee couldn't protest as Leader shifted their body, as they were lifted into their arms. They were dead weight and nothing more, no ounce of energy left to hold on or support themself.

Helpless. Utterly and completely helpless.

It was a good thing, then, that they had a team to carry them out. To help them, when they couldn't help themself.

Their pride would heal, as would their wounds. Thanks to their team, they would have plenty of time for healing.

[kabie-whump]

🥵 - Heat exhaustion for the ask game♥️

Thanks for the ask! Ventis can have some heat exhaustion as a treat <3

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Ventis just needs to sit. Just for a moment.

Sure, there's a battle ongoing, but he's out of spell slots so he's not much help at this point anyway. Besides, their attackers have been thinned out enough that Shayah can probably take the rest on her own.

And he really needs to sit down.

Ventis stumbles his way over to the nearest tree, its trunk thick and canopy spread so dense and wide that it feels significantly cooler already as he sinks to his knees, one hand braced on the bark and the other pressed to his throbbing temple.

Gods, his head pounds. It was easy to ignore at first, when he was still part of this fight, but now it's relentless. He blinks hard, trying to rid himself of the black spots invading his vision. His arm shakes, then gives out, and he slumps shoulder-first against the tree.

"Ventis?"

Ventis can't even bring himself to look up, his head heavy and lolling towards his chest.

"Ventis! Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

It's Onthyes, kneeling by Ventis and looking him over, holding his hands out as if ready for him to collapse fully.

"Fine," Ventis whispers, but it isn't convincing with how his voice slurs through it.

There's a thwip, and an arrow embeds itself in the tree just an arms length from Ventis's head. Onthyes crowds in closer to him and raises his shield.

"You're not fine. What happened?"

"Just tired," Ventis mutters, his eyes starting to drift closed. "Lemme rest for a sec."

"Not here." Onthyes looks around, then lowers his shield and scoops Ventis into his arms in one easy motion.

Ventis groans in protest. Everything spins when Onthyes stands. "Put me down," he whines.

"Sorry, sorry." Beads of sweat roll down the side of Onthyes's face. He must be hot too, in this weather and his full plate armor.

He breaks into a jog, stealing Ventis away from the sounds of the battle. "What about—"

"Shayah can handle it."

He puts Ventis down again, laying him on the grass in the shade of a rocky outcropping. The grass tickles the nape of his neck and his ankles.

Onthyes brushes Ventis's hair from his forehead and curses under his breath. He's burning up, skin hot and damp with sweat.

He fumbles for the waterskin at his hip with one hand, the other steadying Ventis's head. His grip is too tight, and he forces himself to ease it.

"You're okay," he says.

Onthyes splashes water onto his glove and presses it to Ventis's forehead, then his neck. Ventis cringes, a soft hiss slipping through his fanged teeth. Still conscious, but barely.

"Don't go to sleep," he murmurs, his voice low. He cradles the back of Ventis's head and tips some water between his lips. "C'mon, drink. That's it."

Ventis manages to swallow. His eyes slit open, unfocused.

"It's hot," he breathes.

"I know. I know." Onthyes glances up at the sky; not a single cloud, the sun beating down relentlessly. Even in his armor he's used to the heat, to being outside for so long. He'd forgotten that Ventis definitely isn't. "You pushed too hard. You should've backed out sooner."

Ventis scoffs weakly. "You need me."

Onthyes forces a smile, dripping some more water into Ventis's mouth. "We need you alive. No more of this."

Ventis just hums, lifting his head slightly to swallow and then letting it thump back down into Onthyes's hand.

Onthyes puts down his water and settles into the grass beside Ventis, reaching for his wrist to feel his pulse. It's weak and too fast, but still there.

"I've got you," he says quietly. "Just hang on."

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