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Caretaker’s Thoughts

The room is hollow without you.

I wait. As if you will arrive.

But they stole you away in the dark.

So I sit by our table. Alone. Wondering if my heart will ever beat the same.

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A gun pressed to a feverish Whumpee’s forehead, but they’re so delirious and the cold feels so good against their flushed skin, they can’t help but lean into it, much to Whumper’s shock or delight.

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Collecting data for science reasons

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Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“Breathe.”

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Captured by force! I love the drama of it. The intensity of the struggle. The character yelling out in pain, calling for help but refusing to go down, even as they’re tackled to the ground and a knee is shoved into the pit of their stomach and ropes are bound around their limbs.

I love the kicking and screaming, up until their silenced as a gag is roughly shoved into their mouth, and even then, they deadweight themselves, forcing their captors to drag them through the grass.

The team coming back later, looking for beloved Whumpee, only to come across a dried trail of blood and the obvious signs of a struggle, not knowing who was able to come out as the victor.

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manhandled, kicking and screaming? threatened that someone they care about will get hurt if they struggle? prisoner exchange?

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K n i f e p o i n t. The drama. The intimacy. The possibilities.

Whumper drawing their knife along Whumpee’s throat threateningly. Whumpee’s breathing going shallow, chancing a gulp against the wicked silver blade as they put their hands up.

Whumper smirking and withdrawing the knife, just to suddenly lunge toward, stabbing Whumpee through their shoulder, pinning them to the wall, hissing “I won’t let you go so easily…”

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Tiny whumpee who gets caught in a glue trap, struggling against their sticky restraints. Bending down to try and undo their tiny shoelaces to free themselves, but only getting even more stuck.

Whumper hearing the distant cries of their agony and laughing, coming over to taunt Whumpee before ripping them off the glue trap, dislocating their joints and leaving Whumpee free, but in agonizing pain.

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“You can’t do this to me!”

“Oh yes I can.” Whumper laughed, slowly walking around Whumpee, watching them struggle against the ropes binding them to their chair. “And you want to know the best part, Whumpee? Is that when I’m done with you, and you go running that fat blabber mouth of yours, nobody will believe you. Because I am respected. And you are simply nobody.”

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Whumper walking through their gardens, whistling as they set dozens of little fairy traps, then coming back to check them the next day…

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happy trans day of visibility🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Thinking about non-human whumpees being kept in the wrong enclosure.

Whumper who decides to stick the avian in the mer tank, and the werewolf who’s afraid of heights get shoved into the avian’s cage, hanging above Whumper’s staircase.

The avian desperately struggling to keep their head above the water as their wings slowly drag them under, unbearably heavy and water-logged. Mer Whumpee slowly swims around them, curious, but too afraid to help under Whumper’s watchful gaze, trying to ignore the horrible spluttering sounds and cries for help Avian Whumpee is making.

Meanwhile, Werewolf Whumpee is curled up in the fetal position in the center of the cage, trying their best not to move and send the whole thing swinging, thinking anxiously about the full moon later that night. They lay there, wondering if the untamed chaos of their wolf form will send the whole thing crashing down onto the cold marble floor below. Will they wake up tomorrow in a puddle of their own blood, the wreckage of the cage around them and the wrath of Whumper waiting to greet them?