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Stuck between wanting my Whumpee to suffer for eternity and for them to just be loved

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Whumper spraying holy water on vampire whumpee. That’s it. That’s the post.

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Merry Christmas!!!

AHHH I LITERALLY JUST SAW THIS (SUPERR late I KNOW IM SO SORRY I FORGOT HOW TO USE MY ASKBOX 💀💀💀) BUT THANK U SO MUCH MWAH MWAH MERRY CHRISTMAS TO U TOO 💖💖

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"i wish for grievous bodily harm to be inflicted upon him" is the highest honor i can bestow upon a fictional man

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Content: self-punishment/injury, conditioned whumpee, trauma

Whumpee got up before dawn to prepare breakfast. For so long now, it had been their routine, something they'd gotten used to doing no matter their condition, no matter the amount of pain or exhaustion weighing them down. Coffee with two sugars, and three fried eggs, would have to be ready to be served precisely at 6, and Whumpee would carry them to Whumper's room where he would still be sleeping, wake him up, and stand there, head bowed, wait until he finished his meal and then take the dirty dishes to the sink.

The few times Whumpee had missed the 6 am mark, even by a couple of minutes, hadn't ended well. Whumpee ran their fingers over the scars they'd received for those mistakes, wide and raised under their shirt, as they waited for the food to cook. They kept glancing at the clock, anxiously, shivering at the thought of being late, but they also couldn't hurry too much because the punishment for undercooked eggs would be just as cruel.

At 5:58, Whumpee had everything set up, and taking the plate and the large mug of coffee in their hands, they started to head toward the stairs, moving slowly for their aching body. Whumpee had become really good at counting in their head, so they knew they were right on time, as they balanced the mug on the plate for a second to knock on Whumper's door.

They pushed the door open, flicked on the lights - so much brighter than Whumpee remembered... He hadn't changed the lightbulb, so had Whumper had to do it himself? How come hadn't he told Whumpee to do it? - and went next to his bed.

"Your breakfast, sir," they said, trying to sound chipper but gentle, humble and happy to be there. "Good morning, sir," they added quickly after, almost having forgotten the proper way of greeting. What has wrong with them today?

Whumper, usually waking up to their voice and demanding to have the food immediately, just pulled the duvet to his chin, face deep buried into pillows. He grunted something inaudible, and Whumpee was left standing there, unsure what to do.

"S-sir? It's morning, sir, time to rise. Are you feeling ill?"

"Shut up," Whumper growled, and his voice was odd, but Whumpee pressed their lips together tightly, afraid to make a sound. "What the fuck are you doing, it's so damn early..."

The plate and the mug were shaking in Whumpee's hands as they began to breathe heavily, panicking. They'd been on time, but they'd made a mistake. They'd made some kind of mistake. Whumper was upset, and oh, when he'd wake up, hell was awaiting for them...

"Please," Whumpee whispered. "I- I'm so sorry. So sorry, sir..."

After a few mess-ups, Whumper had introduced Whumpee to an alternative option when it came to punishments of slipping off schedule or not completing their tasks just as Whumper had told them to. Quicker, easier, and for Whumper, even more fun than getting to carve marks on Whumpee's skin.

He'd love to watch Whumpee be humiliated.

"I don't want to waste my time on you when I have better things to do," Whumper had once said. "Make it simpler for the both of us. You know when you mess up. Why not get the consequenses out of the way? Use whatever's available, as long as you clean up the blood."

Whumper was still under the covers, perhaps falling back to sleep. Whumpee was still confused by the situation, but it seemed like he should've somehow known to not bother him this morning, oh no, they'd done gravely wrong, and there was only two ways out...

And they'd made their choice which route to take.

Whumpee set the plate on the nightstand, and closed their eyes, when with trembling hands, they took the mug of still steaming coffee above their head and spilled it all over themselves. Even as cried out in agony, they kept reminding themselves whatever Whumper would have done to them would've been worse, and with any luck, this would be enough.

Whumper was once again woken up by Whumpee's cries, and bolted up from the bed like he'd been electrocuted. Whumpee felt a sting in their heart. Of course they'd want to watch. Why would they miss the show? Maybe they'd be unsatisfied with their pain and make Whumpee throw themselves down the stairs for good measure.

Whumper cursed loudly and grabbed Whumpee's arm, pulling them out of the room and to the nearest bathroom. He shoved Whumpee under the shower and turned it on, turning the temperature cold. He squeezed Whumpee's arms, shaking them lightly.

"Oh god, Whumpee, why would you do that? What were you thinking?"

Whumpee coughed, the water getting into their mouth. They shivered, from cold and from fear.

Another mistake.

Nothing made sense.

Why was whumper helping him? What was all of this?

Whumpee tried to pry themselves away from Whumper's grip and out of the shower, but Whumper held them still.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry -"

"Wait," he said, sounding concerned rather than angry now. "Oh shit, Whumpee, no, stop that. Look at me. I'm not him."

Whumpee did as they were told and raised their gaze to meet the eyes they expected to be gray and cruel, and was shocked to see hazel, and nothing but kindness.

"I'm not him," he repeated, and Whumpee blinked a few times, letting their eyes take in the rest of the person's face. "Everything is okay. You're home, remember? Safe."

The person had dark circles under their eyes. They had a friendly face, although right now, they wore a worried expression. Whumpee wiped water from their face to see better... their eyes must've been lying to them...

"I..." Whumpee begun, stammering. "S-sorry... I should've let you sleep... I didn't know... I'm sorry..."

"Whumpee, shh." The person reached to turn off the shower and then let go of them to grab a large, thick towel they spread on Whumpee's shoulders. "Don't, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't realise it was you. You shouldn't even be walking! I thought it was Teammate just annoying me, I was barely awake, I didn't mean to be harsh towards you."

Whumpee pulled the towel around them, turning their head to look around. They knew this bathroom. They'd been patched up here many times before, years earlier. It was Caretaker's.

They looked at the person in front of them. They knew them. It was coming to them slowly, but they knew them better than anyone.

"Caretaker?"

They smiled. "Yeah. It's me. It's okay. You've been home for a few days now, remember?"

"I... guess."

Caretaker helped Whumpee out of their wet clothes and let them shower privately, washing the coffee off their hair and ease the pain in the burns on their scalp, their face, their shoulders.

When whumpee was ready, they opened the door to let Caretaker in once again. Caretaker sat them down on a little stool and started to treat their injuries, talking in a calming matter throughout the process. Whumpee was still feeling lost, his brain struggling to understand what was real and what was not.

"I'm still so sorry, Whumpee," Caretaker said, spreading something soothing over his burns. "I never should've allowed things to go so far that you'd do this to yourself."

"I didn't want you to hurt me," Whumpee said quietly. Caretaker stilled for a second, then continued rubbing the lotion on Whumpee's skin. Whumpee bit their cheeks. Caretaker, and everybody else, didn't know much about what he'd been through with Whumper. They hadn't had many opportunities to talk that much yet.

"I would never do that." Caretaker leaned in and pressed an unexpected kiss on Whumpee's forehead. Whumpee blushed, though they were grateful it probably was hidden by their already reddened face. No one had done that for... Whumpee didn't even know how long. "No one will ever hurt you here. And you never have to hurt yourself, okay?"

Whumpee wished they could keep that promise. But who was to say what happened this morning wouldn't happen again?

"Yeah," they said. Caretaker's touch was gentle and comforting, and Whumpee remembered them as a trustworthy person.

Only it all wasn't up to Caretaker.

And it wasn't up to Whumpee. They didn't decide to forget they were not living in that nightmare anymore.

But if things were to be like this, would they ever truly get out?

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OMGG I WAS JUST LOOKING BACK AT THIS AND HOLY SHIT THANK YOU FOR SO MANY NOTES??? Deffo will do more with this *hint* 🤭

Whumpee who gets super drunk and tells Caretaker all the things Whumper did to them, their eyes slowly filling with tears, things that they’d never say if they were sober. And Caretaker is horrified.

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THIS IS SO GOOD AAA

dialogue 15

bad caretaker ask game

15. "one more sound and i swear i'll bring you back to whumper."

[tw bad caretaker, whumpee goes nonverbal, betrayal, past trauma]

"One more sound and I swear I'll bring you back to Whumper."

The room immediately fell silent after that, and Caretaker didn't even seem to care about the way Whumpee's tear-filled eyes widened in sheer terror. They went on with the bandaging process as though their words had meant nothing at all. As though that wasn't the most horrifying thing they could've said.

Whumpee couldn't see straight from the panic. They took the rough treatment without a single hiss, focusing all their energy on drawing the quietest breaths they could.

They were not going back. They didn't want to go back. They didn't want Caretaker to bring them back. Going back was one thing, but if they absolutely had to, they would've... wanted their friend to object to it.

Was that selfish of them?

Had they been selfish this entire time?

Was that why Caretaker was so incredibly upset with them, to the point of wanting to hand them over to their abuser?

After minutes of having worked themself up, Whumpee's mind gave out. It was like a switch being flipped, all that anxiety suddenly disappeared and left a gaping hole in its wake. They felt nothing. They couldn't hear anything over the buzzing in their ear; the sound of static was too overwhelming.

They stared at the floor for what felt like an eternity. Their mind was going to places it hadn't in a very long time, and they flinched violently when Caretaker shook them by the shoulders — they didn't let a single sound escape, though.

"Whumpee. We're done."

Whumpee looked at them almost like they were a stranger. In a way, they were. It was easier to believe that, than to think a person who had promised them protection and safety was so ready to threaten several more years of torture at the hands of someone who had already done it once.

They nodded in acknowledgement.

Caretaker sighed. "Don't... don't do this. I didn't mean that. You don't have to go on a week-long nonverbal strike against me."

Whumpee opened their mouth to answer, to make sure Caretaker knew they weren't upset at all. Because they weren't. Not at all. They weren't upset. They weren't. They couldn't be. They had no right to be. They had to be good, they had to be pleasant so Caretaker wouldn't have a reason to threaten this again. But as they tried to form the words to reassure their friend, they just couldn't do it.

"For fuck's sake, Whumpee..." Caretaker rubbed their temples in frustration. "I– no, I'm not– I'm not doing this. I'm not indulging your fucking paranoia. Not today. Take your time, calm down a little, and then we can talk later if you want." They stood up and grabbed the remaining roll of gauze, promptly leaving Whumpee alone in the kitchen.

Whumpee eventually forced themself to move so Caretaker wouldn't get even angrier by the time dinner rolled around and they were still sitting in the same spot, retreating to their room instead. They knew hiding in there would cause more conflicts, but their brain still felt like it had been scrambled. There was nothing in their head but a primal need to protect themself, a need so strong it made their throat close up every time they tried to practise their apology.

They couldn't even cry. Whumper hated whenever they cried.

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Oneshots it is! But since they were so close in percentages, I’ll still continue posting prompts too… just more oneshots from now on probably

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(Paranoid) Caretaker who(‘s more paranoid that Whumpee themselves) thinks they’re helping Whumpee but don’t realise how much it’s actually hurting them has got to be one of my FAVOURITE tropes.

- Caretaker who locks Whumpee in their room for days at a time, only letting them out to eat or when Caretaker’s nearby for their “own safety” but Whumpee hates it, it makes them feel like they’re with Whumper all over again.

- Caretaker who takes away most of Whumpee’s stuff, basically anything they can imagine Whumpee accidentally hurting themselves with (books - paper cut, pens - they might accidentally stab themselves, guitar - they can cut their fingers on the strings, basically almost EVERYTHING… maybe apart from plushies).

- Caretaker who boards up all the windows in Whumpee’s room, they can’t risk Whumper seeing them through the window.

- Also, Caretaker who takes away all of Whumpee’s electronics, phones, TV, you name it, to make sure Whumper can’t spy on them or track them down in any way.

And Whumpee just sits locked in their room, staring at the ceiling in the dark, cold (they can’t have heating on either since they might burn themselves) room since they have literally nothing else to do, maybe apart from talking to their plushies. And suddenly they start to think that maybe being with Whumper wasn’t so bad after all.

MASSIVE bonus: if Whumpee is mute/ nonverbal so they can’t even communicate their struggles since they have nothing to write with and no paper to write on.

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oh this HURT

Two team members are captured. The rest of the team has to vote on who will live and who will die. If they refuse, both will die.

One of the ones captured knows he won’t get chosen. He tells himself it’s okay—at least one of them will make it out alive, even though it won’t be him. And he knows his team would save them both if they could. They do love him. Or, well… they at least like him. Just not as much as they love the other one. And that’s okay, right? Not everyone can be the favorite. Not everyone can be likeable.

Still, it hurts when the vote is unanimous.

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IM ALL OUT OF SCENARIOS 😿😿

Love going to bed with a new, good daydream scenario fresh in my mind. Like yes girl, movie night!

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PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEA

Reblog for a whump-themed Christmas Card in your inbox

Hello friends!

I've made a whump Christmas card design for fun and since a lot of people on discord showed interest in receiving one, I figured I'd extend the offer to here as well.

So on the 25th everyone who reblogs will receive a whumpmas card in their inbox (please have askbox open!!).

Happy holidays everyone!!!

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Caretaker handing Whumpee over to a professional since they know they just can’t help them anymore - even if they wanted to, and the guilt they feel afterwards, especially when they look into Whumpee’s eyes, which just reflect pure hurt. Caretaker knows it’s for the best, but they still can’t help but feel their heart break when they look at Whumpee and the betrayed expression they’re shooting back at Caretaker.

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thinking about... whumpee who falls for caretaker... because caretaker is so cool and capable and independent (and possibly also took revenge on whumper) and fuck theyre just so perfect and despite all of that they. they choose to hang out with whumpee?? they choose to make them soup when theyre sick and hug them when theyre sad?? hold them close??? fuck. fuck!! oh whumpee is in so deep. but they can never ever talk about it. theyre bringing this to the grave with them.

if only caretaker would stop jokingly teasing them and making their heart skip multiple beats every single day.

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THIS IS SO GOOD OMFGGG

it's been years since Whumpee escaped. Their life will never be the same as it was before but they are pretty close. They have a successful career, a family, good friends, a house, a life. They can sleep through the whole night without waking up screaming. It has been ages since their last trauma flashback.

They really thought they had recovered.

Until one day. They're out and about. A hand grazes the small of their back. It's the lightest of touches over their jacket. There is no reason for Whumpee to recognize it.

But they would know that touch anywhere.

"It's been a while hasn't it, Whumpee?"

Their body reacts instinctively. They lean into the touch, lower their head in submission, drop what they are holding - ready for Whumper to do as they please.

They want to scream but they just... can't. They hadn't recovered as much as they thought.