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Whumpee who was punished quite brutally for making ‘too much noise’ including coughing or sneezing or involuntarily whining/moaning in pain while sick. The punishment being ten times worse if they woke Whumper up in the middle of the night with the noise. Now, years after getting away from Whumper, being happy and (mostly) healed with Caretaker in a cozy little cabin in the woods somewhere up North, Whumpee gets sick. Like, really sick. They don’t know what prompted it, all they know is they can’t stop making noise while Caretaker (who has absolutely zero clue that Whumpee has any kind of trauma) sleeping soundly besides them. Whumpee, drenched in sweat and shivering from a fever while pressing their hands over their mouth in hopes of covering the coughs/other sounds, starts freaking out about potentially waking Caretaker up. They know, of course, that they’re safe with Caretaker, but a traitorous part of their brain pipes up “Stop making noise. Stop. Stop now before they wake up because if they do you’re gonna pay for it”.

Except they can’t stop. They can’t.

So, Whumpee crawls out of bed miserably on wobbly legs, trying to make the least amount of noise humanly possible. While making their way to the door, they spend an extra couple of seconds looking at Caretaker to make sure that their chest is rising up and down evenly in steady breaths, that they’re still very much asleep, and that they’re not faking it.

Why would they fake it? You’re being ridiculous.

Whumper had faked it before.

Caretaker is not Whumper. Caretaker is not Whumper. Caretaker is not—

Whumpee looks away quickly, shaking hands reaching for the door and opening it silently like a teenager sneaking out for the first time. Their speed when walking out of the room is truly concerning, and once out they head straight towards the back door. Going to the bathroom might not be enough to hide their sounds, no, they need to be outside.

Once outside, they’re struck by freezing cold. All they have on their back is their thin sleep shirt that’s wet because of sweat, and the fact that they have a fever is making it so much worse. They can see their uneven breaths leaving their mouth, and their coughs won’t stop—neither will their nose running. They’re shaking like a leaf, out on the wooden patio, looking into the cold dark woods. This will pass, they tell themselves, it will be morning and Caretaker will already be awake and it will be safe for me to make noise inside.

Meanwhile, Caretaker stirs awake and finds Whumpee missing. They groggily get up, adjusting their eyes to the dark, and check the bathroom. No Whumpee. They check the kitchen. No Whumpee. They check the living room, growing increasingly more concerned because where are they??? No Whumpee.

Finally, seeing the huddled up trembling figure of Whumpee outside, they run towards the glass door and slide it open in a hurry. They have endless questions. Why is Whumpee outside in this weather in nothing but their pyjamas? Why is Whumpee shaking and crying and looking like death itself? Why did Whumpee not wake them up?

“Whumpee?” They call out, and Whumpee’s eyes fly open at the sound of their name, growing wide and fearful. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Caretaker wasn’t supposed to wake up. “Whumpee, Jesus fucking—what are you doing?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Whumpee shivers, stumbling to get up from their position on the ground they were too weak to stand anymore. Silent snowflakes keep falling behind them, as they slam an open palm on the glass door right next to them, trying to gain balance.

Caretaker, worried that Whumpee’s gonna fall, immediately extends an arm to steady them, help them stand straight. And they are shocked to see Whumpee flinch away from their hand.

They pull their arm back instantly, confusion and worry painting their face. Why’s Whumpee acting like this? Why are they out here, why are they so sickly looking, why are they flinching?

“Whumpee,” they speak slowly, as if standing before a timid animal. “Darling, what—?”

“I’m sorry, please, I swear I tried—I tried to b-be quiet, I swear. Please. Please—I-I don’t—”

“What are you talking about?” Caretaker interrupts worriedly. “Whumpee—what? What do you mean? Why are you out here? You’re gonna get hypothermia, just come insid—”

“N-No, please—” Whumpee shakes their head, squeezing their eyes shut. They didn’t mean to make noise. They truly didn’t. “I won’t—I won’t d-do it again—I-I—”

“Whumpee, you’re freezing!”

Whumper is yelling. Whumper is angry, and god fucking damn it it’s your fault, you woke them up.

Whumper is angry. Angry angry angry. Run away. Run, hide.

“W-Whumper, please, I’m s-so sorry—I won’t d—I-I can’t—”

“Who the hell is Whumper? Whumpee—what—just get inside! You’re hurt! Why are you acting like this!” Caretaker cries desperately, not understanding at all why this is happening.

Get inside.

Get inside. That’s an order. Whumper gave you an order and you’ll make it worse if you ignore their orders.

Terrified of what they believe is awaiting them, Whumpee rushes to get inside. They’re too weak, from the sickness or fear they don’t know, but their knees betray them. They collapse, right in Whumper’s Caretaker’s arms, and they’re barely caught.

“Whumpee!” Caretaker stumbles backwards slightly, hoping they won’t fall and injure Whumpee even more. Holding them up, Caretaker can feel the heat radiating off their body. A fever—of course they have a fever, God, why was Whumpee out here? “Jesus, love, you’re burning up.”

It takes a while — and quite bit of struggle — to get Whumpee inside. But once safe and warm and properly medicated, they seem to snap out of whatever delusion reality was clouding them.

It’s only then that Caretaker gently asks with a soft voice, “Who’s Whumper, darling?”

And Whumpee breaks down, spilling all their trauma, not seeing the way Caretaker’s eyes widen more with every word, not hearing the way Caretaker’s breath hitches with every sentence.

When the morning comes and Whumpee is all curled up in bed under blankets (without a fever, thank you very much), Caretaker makes a call to one of their friends.

“Yeah, I need you to find Whumper. Find the fucker, and give me their exact location. No, I don’t care how long that’s gonna take! I need to have a little chat with them.”

Oh, did I mention that Caretaker who’s the sweetest kindest purest person, can turn into a raging psychopath who will stop at nothing to absolutely obliterate the people who’ve hurt their loved ones? Yeah :) <33

oh my???? 😭🥹😭🥹 I know a ship that would fit this. the whump, the angst, the realization and the feels. very delicious.

[faithfully-yours]

The main thing proshippers need to fucking understand is that there is a different between exploring dark themes in fiction and ROMANTICIZING dark themes in fiction

[faithfully-yours]

Whumpril 2024 approaches!

Rules:

Anyone can participate.

Any media form is allowed (art, fic, gifs, music, whatever).

You can participate however much or as little as you want, no pressure to complete every single day.

You can post your work anywhere on the internet, Tumblr, Ao3, etc.

Tag potential triggers and NSFW accordingly.

If you want to be counted as an official participant and have the chance to be featured on the blog, post your content during the month of April. You can still use the prompt list after April ends.

I can’t guarantee that every single work will be featured but I’ll try to reblog as many as I can.

To increase your chances of being featured here, tag your post with the event name and the prompt of the day that you used (For example: #whumpril2024, #whumprilday1, #limp) 

You can also @ the blog, @whumpril.

Full write-up of the prompts can be found under the cut!

Whumpril 2024 Prompts:

Limp

Sweat  

Shame

Swaying  

Reckless

Dizziness

Hesitation

Bloodshot  

Self-Doubt

Adrenaline  

Can’t Sleep

Weak Pulse

Angry Tears  

Urgent Care  

Mind Games

Coughing Fit

Hallucination

Broken Glass

 “I need you.”

Touch Starved

“Just hold on.”

Stoicism Breaks

Presumed Dead  

No Time to Rest

“Brace yourself.”

“How could you?”

“Please don’t go.”

Fight/Flight/Freeze

Reluctant Caretaker

“We’re out of time.”

Alternative Prompts:

If there’s a prompt above you don’t feel inspired or comfortable doing, you can switch it out with one of these alternatives!

Crutch

Brain Fog

Contagious

No Appetite

Reassurance

Blanket Nest

Eyes Rolled Back

Allergic Reaction

“You’re pathetic.”

Reluctant Whumper

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Caretaker Makes it Worse

“You brought this on yourself.”

[faithfully-yours]

If this gets uh... *uses random number generator* 4075 notes I'll clean my rooms with before and after pictures- however here are some conditions-

1. Don't tag a ton of people, tag up to 5 people max

2. Don't reblog more than once (I don't wanna spam other people's feeds after all)

3. Try not to spam notes- just do 3x max (a reblog, like, and reply)

I'm serious about this, I genuinely need to clean my room but lack motivation- so yeah

If it gets to 4075 notes before March 1st I'll also try to rearrange furniture in my rooms, but if not I'll still clean my rooms when I get to the goal

If it gets to over 10k notes by March 1st (press X to doubt that it'll happen) I'll also make a lil hideout area in my room and show pictures.

And yes I have 2 rooms it's because I live in the attic okay deal with it, I bump my head so much it's not even funny because the ceiling is low, I can't even do Wii Fit properly and it's sad.

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YESSSSSS

but go to bed my lord

i have SO many fnc oneshot ideas

[faithfully-yours]

NEITHER DO I.

One of my friends are into jrwi (be of our psys is starting riptide though) so I have no one to talk about my fanfics with aughter

Talk to me about your fanfictions bros

i have SO many fnc oneshot ideas

[faithfully-yours]

YES!!!

I Love talking about fanfiction can you tell?

i have SO many fnc oneshot ideas

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Reblogged this on the wrong blog and now I hate myself/j

Anyway our ideas line up so much

i have SO many fnc oneshot ideas

[faithfully-yours]

LE GASP

Chat these are so good

I hate hurt no comfort with a seething passion but still love the angst idea

And oblivious Chip is my favorite, in the current fic I'm writing he is just

No idea. No thoughts. We stan.

i have SO many fnc oneshot ideas

[faithfully-yours]

All caught up :33

i have SO many fnc oneshot ideas

[faithfully-yours]

Herm,

Two for the sad

Three for the happy

i have SO many fnc oneshot ideas

[faithfully-yours]

tell me them all

i have SO many fnc oneshot ideas

[faithfully-yours]

Someone tried to get one of my posts to breach containment almost a week ago now and it's still only got like 50 notes.

This fact has filled me with hubris.

My containment is unbreachable. I have four blogs and never gotten more than 100 notes on a post. The majority of this site Cannot Percive me. I can post whatever I want and nobody except for some of my beloved mutuals and followers will see it.

I am invisible. I am free.

[faithfully-yours]

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

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(reenactment of what's going on in the fic area im writing rn)

Gillion, having a heartfelt moment: I love you Chip (more than the moon itself)

Chip, having major self worth issues: I'm sorry (you deserve better)

(this fic has been on going for at least 8 months(could be longer-), bc of writers block, and it's only about 65ish% done (Ｔ▽Ｔ) )

(Edit: I was wrong, it's only been 6 months since I started it ah ha haha)

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Consider:

You died with a remarkable fortune and no heirs. You grant your wealth to two rivalling schools in the same city, under one condition: One of them must always keep your preserved skull. They may keep it on display (therefore attracting interest and potentially fame to the school) but that always raises the risk of students of the other school stealing it. The students and staff of the other school have not only the right, but the duty to do so at any opportunity. Nobody can be arrested for this unless they're caught breaking some other law.

Ideally, the students of the two schools keep stealing your skull, back and forth, forever. The culture of both of the schools is enriched by this activity, the students are too busy engaged in these harmless shenanigans to drift into worse habits and behaviours, and you get to be included in countless nonsensically frivolous heist operations whose sole purpose is to bring more fun into the world.

[faithfully-yours]

me as a writer: Oh no I can’t write that, somebody else already has

me as a reader: hell yes give me all the fics about this one scenario. The more the merrier