#caretaker/tiny

[beddybites]

tiny 21 trio !! mitsuri and baby obanai

assignment for class— had to color a sketch and i got carried away

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 169

Danny is from a world where everyone has wings, even if most have long since lost the ability to fly. Something about loading and aspect ratio, wings being too small, body too heavy, now mostly used as display, whatever. 

It doesn’t matter even if he had blueprints from when he was like six of a jetpack to help fly. It won’t work anyway and hey, he has his ghost form! Which uh, might be perhaps, affecting his wings which were maybe sort of scorched black and practically down to the bone thanks to the accident. 

It doesn’t matter, he swears. Though he’s admittedly relieved to see the new feathers growing in are different from Dan’s angry sunset. Even if they’re not even supposed to be able to grow back. Alright, this is fine, no one is going to notice! It’s not like everyone knows about the poor Fenton kid whose wings were absolutely destroyed thanks to an accident! It’s fine. 

He’s not flying in a half-panic towards the Far Frozen while crying because his wings are coming back and he’s so scared. He didn’t panic and instantly fled the moment Jazz pointed them out while changing the bandages. 

He definitely didn’t trip over something while wiping away said tears and blacking out from all the stress and all of his problems that he definitely mentioned to someone and isn’t keeping a secret. Definitely. 

Hawkwoman and Hawkman would like everyone to know that neither of them were expecting a very small child to be spat out of the villain of that week’s machine that should definitely not be a portal. A very small child, maybe nine or ten, with a multitude of concerning wounds both old and fresh. Which isn’t even beginning to touch on the wings. 

Feathered, like baby down despite the gnarled scars, unlike their own metallic, with the beginning of tiny specklings like stars amidst the darker fuzz peeking from the wounded flesh. 

Who?! Who dared?! It’s (at least to the forever reincarnating duo) a literal baby! They still have down! Tiny baby fuzz! Was it the portal?! Oh this villain is going to taste their maces for causing this if that’s the case! 

The rest of the Justice League would honestly like to know what just happened and are honestly unsure on if they should stop the two…

[lunarharp]

..polly pocket au.. (<- a type of doll.)

[whump-galaxy]

Imagining a character getting like, beat up and thrown on the ground in the woods, fearfully looking up at their attackers…and then a massive werewolf steps over them, growling so low and loud that it vibrates through the whumpee’s bones….

The attackers are scared off and the werewolf turns to the whumpee.

[whumpologyy]

[some context for this excerpt - Caregiver has their hands cuffed behind them and a collar around their neck that is chained to the wall. Whumper is taking Whumpee away for some (more?) torture. all the good stuff]

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“The collar stays on….it suits you,” Whumper smirked. “But I’m assuming you’d like the cuffs off? Can’t imagine what it’d do to your hands to be in that position all night.”

Caretaker nodded jerkily, and Whumper gave a condescending tsk.

“Now, ask nicely. Come on.”

Caretaker said nothing, absolute hate bubbling inside them.

“You want them off, you’re gonna beg for it. I know you know how to beg, Caretaker.”

“Fuck off!” Caretaker snapped, and was rewarded with Whumper planting their foot in the middle of their chest and shoving them down. Unable to catch their fall, Caretaker head bounced off the hard floor painfully.

“Well then, I hope you have a nice night. I know I will.”

And Whumper left Caretaker bound and collared on the floor, closing the door behind them and Whumpee.

[aspergirl2022]

Tiny Pet prompt

I wanted to write a story with a giant and their tiny pet, some kind of Giant Caretaker receiving Tiny Whumpee as a present but since I can’t put in on the paper I will change my story into a prompt.

In Caretaker's society only the wealthiest can afford Tiny pets. Caretaker is one of them, their family had a Tiny pet when they were a kid but Caretaker remember that their Tiny always looked sad and cried a lot, even more after Caretaker's Mom cut their tongue.

Caretaker never wanted a Tiny pet but their parent decided it was the perfect gift for their beloved child who just became an adult and lived on their own. So one day when Caretaker come home from work they find a cage with a note from their parent on it, inside of it there is a Tiny pet named Whumpee. Whumpee is dead scared of the Giants but Caretaker is decided to show them they’re not like their fellows.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Moonbloom

Time for Nightmare to finish up some loose ends! Don't worry :3 it is a good one in my opinion <3

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Nightmare looks around their garden but still can't spot Killer. Maybe he went to their nest? Seems weird as Nightmare thought he would be working on the grapes at the moment.

Still. Best search there. He walks back towards the house as he weaves between the grapes and vines growing. The first layer is looking amazing and beautiful!

He gets to the set of stairs and walks back into the house. Finding Killer is easy as he is laying in their nest watching something on the TV. A fan aimed at him to help keep him cool in the summer heat.

Killer blinks and grins "OUr little nightlight!" and Nightmare gets grabbed and snuggled close. Nightmare hums happily as he leans into the snuggles for a moment.

Killer grins as he lounges "Come watch westerns with me! It iwll be fun." and he grins.

Nightmare glances at the tv for a moment, it shows a cowboy on the back of a horse with the show having this yellowish colour over it. Nightmare hums "later?"

Killer grins "Sure. What do you want to do now?"

Nightmare rubs his hands before muttering "can... can you do soemthing for me?"

Killer nods "sure! what is it?"

Nightmare smiles as he leans against Killer before he asks his request. It had been on his mind for a while now and with him fixing Dani and Ellie's tree farm... He thinks this may actually work.

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Grillby cleans the bar and sighs. Another long night after an even longer day.

His club is profitable and it keeps others safe but he does not enjoy owning it. Grillby had always wanted to own his own business but not like this.

Sadly this is where their fate had let them.

He finishes with the bar and goes about checking the seating area and dancing area. Finding some very dubious stains. A deeper sigh but he gets to work.

He tries not to let his mind wander as he works. It is better to focus or the ever present heat that is now just a part of life.

He finally finishes up his normal round as he leaves his building. His flame flickering a bit brighter at the sight of Sans.

Sans notices him and grins "Sup Grills!"

Grillby is very lucky that even after everything and how everyone spoke about hi that Sans still speaks to him. He knows this.

They walk together as the move to waterfall. Sans takes out the umbrella and hands it to him wordlessly. Grillby takes it and the two continue walking "Thank you again for coming with me."

Sans grins at him "Hey no worries. I always love hanging out with you~" and he gives a wink and sweet smile.

It is ruined by someone whistling loudly "Hey Sans! Down to fuck later? I can show you a real boner!!" loud laughter after.

Sans just shoots them a look and glances up and down before smiling a bit sharper but still oh so sweet "Hon I don't think you have the stamina to keep it up or do anything near pleasing~ Maybe best practise a few rounds first." and the walk pass them.

No real conversation after that as the peaceful mood had been ruined.

Grillby misses Sans. Sans used to go to his club and dance there. Spend time there. It had been something Grillby honestly enjoyed. The heat that went through him felt more real when it was focused and about Sans. It had been honest as Grillby had always felt that way.

Sans had throw his whole mindset into dancing and other work at his club when the experiment failed. Sans sadly took the burn of most of that failure even if there had been more scientists at work on an artificial heat to help their reproduction.

Sadly Sans had been the best known among everyone and so ended up being the black sheep of it all.

Grillby had just been happy to have Sans near even when everything changed drastically... Eventually his inaction got to much and Sans left after one too many comments.

Girllby still misses him daily.

Maybe another reason why he had tried so hard to do right for that tiny child. A tiny skeleton looking so young. Grillby tried to not let it interfer but it had been so hard. He had just wanted to do right and something for once.

He still wonders how that tiny child is doing. He hadn't told another soul. Too afraid what some heat affected monsters would do.

"Grillby? Is something wrong?"

Grillby looks back at Sans and sees those pink eye lights watch him. Grillby always gets lost in that face and those eyes.

Grillby had come close to confessing what happened that night to Sans. So close. but he is afraid that Sans will just be disappointed in him. For not getting the child to a safe location. to hide it from him for so long. Grillby thinks this underground will actually be hell if Sans stopped talking to him.

A loud whistle and Grillby and Sans both look over annoyed. Only for Sans to freeze and Grillby can only assume it is shock. BEfore that is another skeleton. yet they are dressed strange.

Well strange for them.

They are in constant heat after all. Meaning everyone feels hot and too hot all the time. Everyone loves wearing and showing off their bodies. It is why Grillby is wearing his minimal outfit. It is why Sans is wearing the shortest shorts possible and that little top as he keeps his coat low and barely on.

This skeleton? Is wearing shorts but they cover his legs until his knees. he is wearing sneakers to finish that side up. Upwards? A black turtle neck, a sweater version at that.

Another very strange thing about them? The black tar like tears streaming down their cheeks. The completely empty sockets. and well, the out and proud soul is a very bold choice. Even for the monsters who like to attract all the attention. They are grinning widely at them.

Grillby blinks but suddenly feels Sans grab his hand and pull him back. Sans has yet to look away from the other skeleton but... but that look? That... that is fear... What? Who?

Grillby frowns "Sans?"

Sans shoots him an anxious look before glancing around at all the water. he pushes the umbrella fully in his arms "You need to go grillby." their is desperation in his voice.

Grillby does not feel the need to go. in matter of fact. if this person freaks Sans out of all mosnters? That means this person is dangerous and Grillby is not leaving his friend alone. He instead looks at the other skeleton.

Who is just... standing there? Grinning widely as they.... swing? They lean back and forth as they swing their arms slightly to keep the motion going. moving their weight from the toes of their feet to the very back. completely relaxed.

Sans glares at him and hisses "I am serious. Go."

Grillby just looks at the other and shakes his head "no."

Sans opens his mouth to speak again but the other speaks up "You two love birds done? Like. I can wait but i kinda got places to be and stuff." they grin as they lean on their fist. Almost like a thinking position but instead of the fist under the chin they lean against it with their cheek.

Sans glares "Why are you here?"

Grillby frowns at his friend "Sans who is this?"

Sans glances at him unsure before glaring back at the other.

This seems to have been a sign the other was waiting for as they just, bounce and skip over. The thrust out their hand "The name is Killer!"

Grillby stands frozen. Because he feels it. What the other sends out. This... this monster...

Grillby can't help it and sends a check.

The information just makes it worse.

This monster has a lot of LOVE.

Killer pouts "Tough crowd." he pulls his arm back and crosses his arms.

Sans glares at him and hisses "You are not allowed to be here. Leave."

Grillby has no doubt that Sans knows just how dangerous Killer is, Sans seems to actually know this guy but... but how?

Killer snorts and waves Sans off "Oh calm down I am not even causing trouble. Anyway. I kinda am here for a thing so cool your jets."

Sans just crosses his arms "I will ends a message to the Stars. I got an emergency vial and I will break it."

Killer raises a brow and smirks sharper "Then I won't be able to complete my job here Lavender..." then he leans closer "Or should I say... Ace?" and he winks "Must suck to have such conflicting needs."

Grillby doesn't think as he pulls Sans behind him. That... that is a very private secret. A soft admission that Sans once entrusted to Grillby. Why Sans hates this heat so much. How he doesn't even desire sex or want it. Yet this heat makes him need and crave it. It messes with his mind.

Grillby glares at Killer and Killer grins as he shrugs "eh. Not my fault he can't take what he dishes out." he grins wider "You know! Becuase he fucks people even when he doesn't desire people- wow!" Killer dodges the fireball Grillby shot at him.

Killer looks at where Grillby's magic attack his the ground "Man! Is it good I picked this spot to search you out! Could have been a hazard if a fire spread in an underground." he looks over "Anyway. I came with a message."

Grillby is about to say he doesn't care when Killer speaks the next sentence.

"From your little friend in the alleyway."

Grillby freezes again. Sans asks him what the other meant but Grillby can't. He can't believe it.

Killer nods with an understanding look "Ah yes. What do you mean? How could that be? In that case. Just so you know. While he liked the pulled beef a lot his favourite of the selection was the pork." and he grins.

The food. He had given the other food. And aparently the little one actually ate it all. his arm slowly falls to his side.

Killer grins and nods "I know right? anyway. I am here because of that." and he shrugs.

Sans frowns "What have you guys been doing here?!"

Killer sighs "calm down lavender. This doesn't actually concern you you know? You are just part of this conversation because you were near him at the time." and he shrugs.

Sans frowns and looks to the side for a moment "I... heard some stuff... from Dream-"

Killer pulls out a knife and aims it at Sans. Sans freezes and Killer grins. Girllby frowns but then sees the drop of blood on the knife edge and the very small cut on Sans's cheek.

Killer grins sharply "None of that now Lavender. I am here with a small mission. No need to include either the gang or the stars. This is a matter of repaying something owned. Calm now? Eithr you stay quiet or... well." he grins sharper "You want to test out how quickly a reset happens to fix a... missing link?"

Sans freezes as he shoots Grillby a nervous glance. Grillby is just very confused. what are these two talking about "Sans?" or Lavender? Why does Killer keep calling Sans that?

Killer stares for a while longer and Sans evneutally sighs and nods. Going silent but not leaving his side.

Killer hums and smiles brightly again. the threatening and freezing air around them disappears "That is what i thought!" is this what LOVE does to a monster? Grillby knew it was dangerous but this is on another level.

Killer sighs "Anyway. your alleyway friend wanted to thank you for your assistance. Which is why I am here. To repay that favour."

Grillby can't keep it in anymore "is he safe? Is he with his family again?" he remembers the poor child saying his mother was gone "With his dad? other parent?"

This is when Sans stares at him in shock and mutters a "what?"

Grillby looks anxiously at Killer but Killer just raises s brow and makes the 'go ahead' motion.

Grillby thinks it over before finally saying it "A long while ago. More than a year..." almost a year and a half honestly "I... i had a very curious visitor. a tiny monster dressed in a large hoody. but... it turned out to be a child... a skeleton one."

Sans gasps and thinks for a moment before shooting Killer a look of disbelieve.

Killer just grins and makes the 'zip it' motion.

Sans shallows "you mean those rumours..."

Killer glares as he crosses his arms "people need to learn to keep their large mouths shut." he turns back to Grillby himself "As to answer your question. he is fine. he is back at home with his parents. perfectly safe and healthy."

Grillby feels a deep relieve and lets out a sigh "Thank you... I ahd been worried... I assume you... you got him home?"

Killer blinks at him before shrugging as he stuffs his hands into his pockets "euh. pretty much."

Grillby can't help but smile. Maybe... maybe this monster isn't that bad? he cared enough to bring a child home to his family. he cared enough to help get the child a message back to Grillby. That must mean something. Sans must have made the same conclusion as he grins and crosses his arms. "Didn't realise that you guys now did babysitting."

Killer shoots him a glare "Don't test your luck Lavender." he sighs louder "anyway! Can we now finally get to the point i have been trying to get to?! The present?" and he waits.

Grillby and Sans share a look and both nod.

Killer huffs "finally! Anyway!" he messes with his pocked and out comes a full flower. it is a very pale purple with four petals. the petals are kinda cresent shaped and point upwards. It is small but nice enough.

Killer nods and marches over "Okay. here you go. Yes you can safely touch it as long as you don't want to burn it." Girllby carefully takes the flower over. That is when it hits him. the flower is the same colour as the small child's eyes had been.

Sans looks at it curiously and tilts his skull "that is... new?"

Killer waves it off "Yeah he is sitll workshopping the name. anyway. hold i got a list for this shit." he makes a victorious noise as he pulls out a piece of paper and reads "okay. okay... lets see. growing and spreading. As long as there is room and the flower is unbothered it will grow copies of itself. so it doens't need water."

Killer snorts as he looks up "Goot news you don't need to handle water for this flower. but yeah just kinda. I dunno. find a spot no one visits and plant sit if you want a shit load of them.but if you don't care about spreading it a lot lot you can just kinda put it in a pot or something."

Grillby looks down at the small flower and smiles. He is so thankful for this wonderful gift. a reminder that he at least managed to help one person.

Killer keeps looking at his little list "okay! So. One petal a person is enough but takes a few days to take effect. For instant but temporary effects just make tea."

Sans blinks "what is the effect?"

Killer opens his mouth. frowns and closes it. looks abck at his list. then shrugs at them "I was not told. I knew we were forgetting something. but. euh." he shrugs again "can you blame him? He is six."

Sans makes a small noice as he looks excited as he glances at Grillby "You saw a six year old babybones?"

Grillby nods and Sans sighs wishfully "I am so jealous. so so jealous."

Killer grins and shrugs "bet. anyway. lets see. oh the last point. The flowers will regrow the petals but can't grow more flowers if they are healing. so if you want a lot of petals you will need to grow flowers first." he grins at them "and that is it. with that done. bye!" he waves nad turns around. He walks back into the shadows and Girllby is left with a small flower in his hands. so fragile and small but beautiful.

Sans looks at him curiously "Want to get a nice large pot and plant the little plant? get more started?"

Grillby nods and they go in a slightly different direction. They get the right supplies and quickly go back to Grillby's house.

Grillby watches as Sans plants the flower for him. Grillby still worried his flames may harm to tiny plant. He just didn't wish to risk it. it takes very little time and they sit on the couch together for a moment.

Grillby can't sotp it anymore "Who even was that?"

Sans frowns as he srhugs "jsut... someone i know...."

Grillby frowns more as he feels that Sans isn't telling him what is wrong "Why did he keep calling you Lavender?" that is a new name. Sans has been called lust by others before, partly as insult because snas play in making the ever present heat. but also as comment on his looks and how desired he was.

Sans shrugs and mutters "I dunno... prefered that over the alternative..."

Grillby frowns "Sans... what..." he deosn't even know what he wants to ask.

Sans just shakes his skull "it... it doesnt matter at the moment... I am sorry you got so close to being hurt..." he rubs his arm and looks away with guilt.

Grillby hums "not your fault." and lets it go for now. his sight finds the flower. curiousity gets the best of him "Want to test those petals with me?"

Sans laughs before glancing at the flower "sure... petal or tea?"

Grillby hums and stares at the flower. feeling a bit reckless "lets just do a whole petal. That way it is done and no need to question it anymore."

Sans looks thoughtful before nodding. Sans pulls off two petals with care before handing one of grillby.

Grillby feels the petal. it is soft and seems fragile but it doesn't even seem to notice his flames. Sans grins and winks at him before both of them just eat the petal.

It tastes strange... slightly of grapes of all flavours. Grillby doesn't taste any of the drugs he is familiar with and he made sure to test those when he was safe. Just to make srue which flavours to not include in food and drinks. make sure nothing can get masked by his things.

They sit together but nothing happens.

Sans hums "the note of the kid did mention that it would take a while. Talking about that." he turns to him adn smiles "kid?"

Grillby chuckles but happily, and finally, shares the story of that day. How sweet the young child had looked but how afraid he had been.

It is nice.

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Grillby wakes up the same as always. he makes breakfast as he always does. But then he realises it. what he feels.

or better said. what he doesn't feel.

Grillby is in such shock that he actually drops the plate he had been holding.

It is gone.

the heat within his soul.

It is gone.

He doesn't think as he rushes out of his house. He throws open the door and gets hit by the cold of the air.

It is cold!

Also it is VERY cold!

He grabs his jacket before rushing to Sans's house. He gets there and knocks on the door. loudly.

a grumble and a disgruntled Papyrus opens the door. Papyrus shoots him a look. tired and slightly knowing "Sans is asleep after working last night." he gives him a pointed look.

Grillby still isn't sure how Papyrus figured out about Grillby's interest, but it may have to do something with Grillby always giving Sans the center stage and best hours and let sans keep most of the tips he earned. Now that Grillby thinks about it he was rather obvious.

Grillby shakes his head "It is nothing like that. I need to talk to him. I know it is very early and i apologise."

Papyrus looks annoyed but lets him in wiht a loud sigh. Papyrus orders him to wait there for a moment before moving upstairs to Sans's room.

Grillby waits as he tries to ignore the very pointed decoration. his soul still blissfully cool towards it all. even if he can smell the familiar scent of Sans's perfume.

It doens't take long for Papyrus and Sans to walk downstairs. Sans looks adorable disheveled as he joins him on the couch. Sans is still so pretty even without all the make up and short cut clothes.

Ppayrus sends Grillby another look before loudly proclaiming that he will be making breakfast.

Sans shoots him a tired look "Not that i don't enjoy visits... but we don't really have the same working hours anymore Grills."

Grillby shakes his head and tries to focus on the now "Sans. please. focus and tlel me I am not the only one here."

Sans frowns at him as he tilts his skull.

Grillby keeps staring at him "Notice anything gone? something... burning that is no longer burning?"

Sans stares at him before snorting "Is this the set up for a pun? I mean i love a good pun but you didn't need to wake me up-" he stops mid sentence. sockets wide as one hand slowly raises up to touch his sternum "it is gone."

They share a look and Sans rushes to his room "Give me a moment to get dressed!"

Grillby nods before quickly shouting after him "Make sure to grab a jacket!"

Papyrus shoots them a weird look from his kitchen and Grillby has no way to explain it just quite yet.

Sans rushes back downstairs, with a jacket on thank everything. They quickly say goodbye to Papyrus and rush out together. They run back to Grillby's house as Sans speaks "The flower?"

Grillby answers immediantly "I think it had to be! That is the only thing different about us compared to everyone."

They get back and find the garden pot they had planted the flower in four days ago. It took almost two days for the flower to recover fully from the picked petals but over the next two days the one flower had grown into four.

Sans stares at him in shcok "this... this can fix everything..."

Grillby nods before frowning at his tiny pot "We can maybe plant three of these four somewhere else. with more room to really let them spread. I can keep the last one safe just in case."

Sans nods as he takes out the garden tools he had left here last time and gets to work "great idea. I remember a cavern in the forest which no one really visits. we can plant them there and let them spread in peace."

Grillby nods as he watches Sans work. this could fix everything.

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Killer strokes the small skull leaning against his sternum as he watches tv. the western is nearing its conclusion as the hero talks about needing to go as the open fields call to him. the main lady is heartbroken and begs him to stay. usual stuff.

Killer looks at Nightmare "What was the flower anyway?"

Nightmare yawns and shoots him a look "should fix the issue there." and he snuggles close.

Killer grins and holds the baby close. euh. whatever. Not his problem. his problem is just making sure the baby is happy and content.

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Remember how Nightmare is now the god of restoration? You can push that concept VERY far :3

If Fate finds out Nightmare is messing with universes and stuff like this she/he/they will be pissed.

Anyway!!

Baby repayed his debt!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 293

Jason takes a deep breath. He takes a deep breath, in for ten seconds, out for eight, and just takes a minute before looking again. Nope, there’s still the strange quartet of orbs in the box of what should be stolen weapons (What, the government had enough, honestly) that gave his workers the heebie-jeebies. 

Which is not the vibe he gets from them. In fact, he’s actually kind of concerned with how much he has to beat the Pit back with how quickly it lurches to latch onto the… Well they’re not gems, and he’s a little wary about touching them at first, but the Pit does seem to settle when he does.

Alright, he can deal with this. It’s not like he has several heads in a duffel bag that needs to be delivered or a tiny assassin child back in his safehouse (Seriously Talia, why was he the preferred babysitter?) or an entire gang in Crime Alley to deal with. It’ll be fine. 

…

He would like to curse out his past self, because there’s now four babies in his safehouse that appeared to have fucking hatched from the orbs. Goddamnit. 

[bee-sidebranch]

was messing around with this slug design, i'm not sure whether i want the machanics or biocomps to be more prevelant

if i change it up at all i'll just prioritize the different aspects in two different designs for the diverging storylines i have in mind

[whumpthefuck]

I just had an idea.

Tiny who is outside, it's raining hard, they're exhausted and freezing. They stumble across a large garage, and giant's clothes, it's dirty and worn, and seems to have been discarded a while ago, but they don't care. They dry off and find a nice pocket to cozy up in. It's not long before they fall asleep.

Unknown to Tiny is that the clothing wasn't abandoned. It's owned by a giant that works as a construction worker, their clothing is constantly dirty and wears down fast, giving it the illusion of being abandoned.

The giant puts on their clothes for the day, and it isn't until the Giant is at work that the Tiny wakes up. Terrified out of their wits, they try to find a way out, unfortunately they manage to fall out almost landing in a running piece of machinery. Giant out of habit manages to catch Tiny to both of their suprise.

Maybe Giant wants to let Tiny go, but they realize Tiny is in horrible shape, they're fragile, exhausted, and clearly are in need of some TLC. Maybe Giant reluctantly takes on the responsibility of nursing Tiny back to health.

Just thinking about how terrified Tiny would be at this dirty rugged Giant keeping them hostage, and the Giant wanting nothing more than to help Tiny but struggling to convince them that they don't want to hurt them, they just want to help.

[aspergirl2022]

I'm not a gentle giantess

I won't be a giant Caretaker but I won't be a giant Whumper either.

I know if I ever found a Tiny (after the shock of knowing they exist) I’ll put them in a jar, replace the lid by plastic wrap so I can easily tear holes on it and be sure Tiny won't suffocate.

Then I'll simply put them on the table and silently watch them. Watch if they slam their hands against the glass or beg me to let them go, will their voice be loud enough for me to hear them ? Do they speak the same language than me ? I don't know so I'll just look at them in silence until they get bored or I get bored.

I'll give them some food and water in a cap before I put them in my cupboard or somewhere only I know and where they won't be able to knock the jar down to escape.

Then the next day I'll repeat my actions and silent observation over and over again every day.

I wouldn’t hurt them but I wouldn’t let them go either... Does that make me a bad person ?

[pixelatedraindrops]

A little drabble scenario idea I put together for @snivyartjpeg’s Kokolight Vampire AU 💜💚🦇

To Care for a Sick Vampire

Yuma seems to be even more tired/weak than usual one day and Vivia notices that something is wrong with him. He asks him if he wants to feed on any of his blood to possibly re-energize him. But to Vivia’s surprise, Yuma refuses the offer outright.

“You look tired, Yuma… Are you…hungry? Do you need to feed? I will provide for you anytime you ask…”

“…No.”

This concerns Vivia but then he notices how pale and sickly Yuma looks, even more than usual. He puts his hand to Yuma’s cheek, but it wasn’t warm. Of course not, he’s a vampire. They probably don’t get fevers to begin with since vampire blood runs cold. But he definitely wasn’t well, that much was certain.

Vivia decides to slice the palm of his hand with his large boxknife he keeps in his pocket and places it in front of Yuma’s face.

“You…need to eat, Yuma… Even if it’s just a little bit…otherwise…you won’t feel any better…”

Yuma looks hesitant at first but then complies as the scent of Vivia’s blood does tempt his urges despite his weak state. He leans his head down slowly and weakly licks and laps the fresh cut on Vivia’s palm. He does it very slowly, but he has a small expression of relief. Even if he wasn’t well, he did still want to eat. But he didn’t want to consume large amounts of blood in this state, in his fear of possibly losing himself due to the weakness and sickly feeling that he felt.

He didn’t want to cause any further trouble for the agency, especially the Chief now that his secret was out to him. He also didn’t want to unexpectedly hurt anyone if his blood urges had gone out of control. It wasn’t safe for him to be blood drunk right now.

At least, that was his worry since he didn’t really understand how his vampiric urges worked due to his amnesia. But he didn’t want to take any chances if his current state wasn’t in good condition. He couldn’t risk causing any more trouble for everyone.

Even if that meant… starving himself.

Thankfully, this small amount of blood that Vivia provided for him seemed to suffice well enough. He stops lapping the cut, looking up to his tall human partner above him.

“…Thank you…Vivia…”

After a very small feeding, he transforms into his little lilac bat form and he tries to fly. But he was still too weak as he falls downward face down toward the floor. But Vivia catches him in his hands just in time.

“You’re too weak, Yuma… I will offer more to you…after you rest for a bit…”

Yuma spends the rest of the day resting/sleeping on Vivia’s hair/lap/shoulder/arms. The poor thing was trembling the whole time. And Vivia continued to feed Yuma very small amounts of his blood whenever he looked too weak, to which the tiny sickly bat would slowly lap up like a delicate little newborn kitten. Over time, Vivia ends up with multiple cuts on his left arm.

Later, Yakou enters the sub safely after seeing that the two were not doing anything TOO weird while they were alone. Seeing Yuma in bat form probably meant they were done. But then he looks to Vivia in shock noticing his left arm is covered in bloody self inflicted wounds.

“Vivia!? What happened to your arm?! Okay, what kind of crazy blood ritual did you two do this time?!”

Vivia gently places his right uninjured hand to where Yuma lay, and a soft weak sounding squeak came from the tiny little bat as he was touched. Yakou also settled his freakout down as he heard the weak bat’s cry.

“Yuma is…not feeling well so…I’m giving him only small amounts of my blood for now… But the blood of the cuts…don’t stay fresh forever…”

“Oh, I see… well that’s not good. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just…leave Yuma to me, Chief…”

Yakou didn’t argue. After all, he had no idea how to care for a sick vampire.

“Okay, but don’t you dare die from blood loss, you hear me?!”

Vivia smiled without saying a word further.

It looked like it was now Vivia’s turn to look after and take care of his weak little vampire partner for the day. Time to repay the favor for all the times he looked after him.

~~~~~

[distinctlywhumpthing]

In League – Chase (Hugh pt 2)

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Just a little more backstory to this tiny side arc. Immediately follows this. Late-19th century whump. Dubious caretaker stalking whumpee who doesn't want to be helped.

Hugh’s mouth waters as he unwraps the damned parcel.

For all he knows, it may well be a rock. But it’s not, it’s a pasty. Edges neatly crimped, not a single seam run over by the filling escaping. He can’t remember the last time he tasted meat. His stomach, reawakened by the close promise of food, aches for the first bite. He lifts it to his mouth but the image of the older boy, smirking as he forced Hugh’s hand, flashes through his mind and fills him with bitter shame. 

Stupid. So stupid. For unwrapping it and for taking it at all. Should have let the dog have it. Left it like the milk and the last pie. 

He knows better. 

The shortcrust is buttery-smooth and flaky under his fingers. Hugh lifts his hand, angling to throw the whole damn thing into the river. 

But that cocky older boy thinks he’s won. Thinks he has the upper hand, imagining the weak, street urchin eating up every morsel of charity he’s granted. 

He carefully rewraps it, tying off the string exactly as before. 

It’s not difficult to find him. Having followed him in return, Hugh knows his routines well, excepting the deviations of his hell-bent pursuit. Even more reason not to accept anything, not knowing why the leader of one of the most notorious gangs in the city would spend so much time seeking him out.  

***

Something flies at Wyatt, hitting him square in the chest. He catches it and frowns. 

It’s the fucking pie, still perfectly wrapped. 

The square is unoccupied, not another soul in sight. The angles are all wrong to throw it from the streets or one of the alleys. He resists the urge to search the branches above him, knowing himself to be observed. The idea that he cares what the urchin boy thinks of him is as curious as the hunger strike of the very same. The wrought iron fence bordering the park poses too much of an obstacle with high hedges serving as a visual perimeter on the inside. There isn’t even an entrance to the park in this square, it’s around the corner and a block away.  

He almost laughs. Exactly why the boy picked it. 

Sure enough, there he is, finding space where there is none. Stood up on the footer of the fence, he’s a head taller than Wyatt. Even armed with this and the iron his shield, he leans as far back as the shrubbery behind him allows. His expression is equally guarded, painstakingly stripped of emotion to the point of transparency. The tell couldn’t be plainer: this confrontation is not something he’s comfortable with. 

“Midge is a good cook, you know,” Wyatt tells him, stepping back to lean against the tree. The sole feature in the square, flanked by a neat ring of cobblestones and its own miniature wrought iron fence. It repays the honour by unsettling the entire surface of the square millimeter by millimeter with its splaying roots. “I can’t abide wasting food either.” 

He betrays no reaction as Wyatt eats the pie in front of him. One of the three buttons on his grimy shortsleeved shirt is missing, probably the same one he wore the night Wyatt first laid eyes on him. He’s pale from the cold, the only colour on his face the dark circles under his eyes. Wyatt wonders when he last slept truly at ease. 

“I have another, if you’ve any inclination—” 

The boy’s glare stops Wyatt from reaching for it. A stare sharp enough to cut ice. Jaw tense and twitching like he’s grinding his molars together. “What do you want?” He asks in a rush, bullying it down to one word. Whadyawant? 

“Nothing,” Wyatt answers easily. Too easily. The boy narrows his eyes. “To talk,” he amends. “I just want to talk.” 

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. Fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. Itching to run. 

“Let me start from the beginning.” By some miracle, the boy humours him. “I’m Wyatt—” He extends his hand, stopping before he breaches the fence and holding it there. “And you?”

The boy shakes his head like surrendering his hand or name would be akin to signing away his life. For all Wyatt knows he could be a scarper. 

“Fair enough.” He lets his hand fall and waits with baited breath, knowing it’s a risk to think the boy will break the silence. 

But with a huff of frustration, he does. “I-I know…know who y-you are.” There’s challenge in the question, the lift of his chin once he poses it, and perhaps something more Wyatt can’t yet see. 

“I can’t say the same.” 

The boy glares. “W-w-why are you, you, f-following me?” 

Wyatt wonders if his dysfluency is borne of fear. “If you know who I am, you must know something about what we do.” 

He nods, a single jerk of his chin. 

Wyatt pretends not to notice the lad’s flinch as he lifts a hand to hold onto the bars. He taps his fingertips along it absently, wondering how many cards to reveal, distracted by the thrill of the game escalating so suddenly. “What do you know of the others? The Boys?” 

He narrows his eyes, suspicious. 

“A fair few came in off the streets or workhouse. Orphans, runaways—” 

“They’re in-in-indebted to y-you.” 

“Quite the opposite. I owe some of them my life twice over. Even if I didn’t, there’s nothing to earn or owe between us.” 

Wyatt can all but see the gears trying to turn in his head but nothing has ever gone smoothly for him, that much is plain. 

“There’s safety in numbers, in our ranks. We own this side of the city and watch out for each other.” 

The boy’s eyes snap to his, for once vulnerable. It’s like seeing them for the first time, bright hazel that catches light where there is none. Embers of topaz in sun, yellow enough to evoke a feline quality, something inhuman. Coupled with his dark hair and alabaster features, he could only ever be called striking, never handsome, never homely. Perhaps evoking reactions of a similar extreme. “W-w-why?” 

“Because,” Wyatt says, gentling his voice and answering the hidden question. “We know what it is to be cold. What it is to be hungry. What it is to be alone in all the world.” 

The boy looks away. Wyatt suppresses a smirk, imagines his eyes filming with tears, that he finally found a way to reach him. When he turns, he’ll—

“You, you p-prey on them.” 

Wyatt bristles, brings his other hand up to grip the iron bars between them. “Perhaps it’s too much to wrap your head around from inside your cage.” 

“It’s-s n-not.” 

“Lad, it’s as much a prison as a protection. The very thing keeping you out of reach prevents you reaching anything.” 

He shakes his head adamantly. “Just, just be-be-because my loyalty can’t-can’t be b-bought—” 

“Again, underscoring my point. You only limit yourself.”

“You’re n-n-nothing, nothing but a h-hunter,” he spits. 

Wyatt sighs, disappointed in his lack of imagination. “If that were true, I could take you by the throat this instant.” The boy stiffens, eyes darting to Wyatt’s hands, both still wrapped around the bars. His Adam’s apple dips as he swallows, perhaps already imagining he can’t. “I could have you gasping for breath under my fingers. Leave you bloody and bruised.” Wyatt rests his forehead against the iron, like he can’t bear the weight anymore, and softens his voice. Nearly a whisper. “To what end, lad?” 

It’s not his imagination that the boy leans in, just a fraction, for just a breath, before he realizes and overcorrects, shoulders pushing into the unwelcoming shrubbery behind him. With equal sacrifice, he rebuilds his guarded expression. “It’s all, all, always the s-same.” 

Wyatt tilts his head. “Enlighten me.” 

“You-you’re…” He searches Wyatt’s face, incredulous. “You’re s-s-serious?” 

He nods. The more Wyatt can learn about his limited view, the better chance of reframing everything to fit it, to make him understand. 

The longer the silence draws, the more Wyatt thinks the boy won’t tell him. That for all the sparring they did, this round will end in yet another fruitless draw. A raindrop lands on the back of Wyatt’s hand and runs down his knuckles. Another falls onto the boy’s eyebrow, making his eyelashes flutter. Wyatt can’t bear the thought of the boy sentencing himself to another night out in the rain. 

“I’ve already revealed my hand, nothing up my sleeve. What do you have to lose? Fortress or cage we both know I’m not dressed to scale this barrier and you’ll be in the wind by the time I make it to the entrance. You ensured I was alone.” He smirks. “I could learn a thing or two from you about tailing.” 

The compliment earns him a flicker of a smile. “That you, you c-c-could.” But even as the boy teases him, he withdraws, turning his gaze skyward to observe the gathering rainclouds. “No-no one’s ever t-t-tried so, so hard. I-I don’t, don’t understand.” 

“It’s not you, it’s anyone like you.” 

Those strange eyes study his face. 

“Won’t you tell me? I promise not to seek you out again. I’ll leave you be.” 

There’s a flash of something like confusion or dismay across his sharp features. “The only-only p-p-place for me is, is with m-myself. I don’t—” He shakes his head. “It-it never, never works anywhere else. People don’t-don’t abide d-d-differences.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” 

“I know th-that,” the boy snaps. “It’s e-e-everyone else.”  

Wyatt considers him for a moment, weighing the delicacy of the situation. It’s likely he’s heard every version of every lie that might have gotten his labor, his company, his trust, only to have it turned around. The rain falls more insistently, in just a few minutes the sky will open up to pour. “I can’t promise you anything except a roof over your head, a lock on your door, and the only key in your hand. The rest, well, the cost to bear would be time.”

The boy only chews his lip but, for the first time, his fingers and hands have stilled and it’s the slowest his breath has been. 

“Think on it,” Wyatt says casually, as if they’re only talking about which pub to visit. He has to be the one to end this exchange. To prove he’s not doggedly trying to change his resolve, the ball must remain with the boy. Draw or not, Wyatt is optimistic this conversation will not be easily forgotten. 

A gust of wind cuts through the air and the boy blinks out of his concentration with a shiver. 

In a snap decision he may later regret, Wyatt shrugs off his jacket and threads it over the crossbar of the fence. “I’m certain you already know where to give it back, perhaps even faster than I can return home myself.” 

He expects the boy to decline immediately and is fully prepared to leave the coat there. 

As if aware any remaining warmth inside the garment is fleeting, the boy pulls it into his arms immediately. He hesitates only before pulling it on, lips pressed together as he searches Wyatt’s face. 

“Hugh,” he offers and slips his thin arms into the sleeves. He wraps himself up, rather than fastening the buttons, crossing his arms over his middle, and shivers into the shelter of the coat. 

Wyatt almost smirks at his insistence on leveling the exchange. “Hugh. Take care of yourself. You know where to find me.” Against every impulse, he walks away. 

When he turns onto the street, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the fenceline is empty. 

Even so, he considers it a win. 

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[shshshquietnow]

Something I definetly think is interesting is WINNING whumpees. In a game of poker or a game of chance or a bet or contest or something...

Of course in a game of whumpers vs. whumpers no one really CARES how whumpee is feeling, how tense it is, watching everyone and hoping they don't get certain people, trying to figure out who holds the pity or sympathy in their eyes, not sure WHO will win them but knowing whoever gets them will probably be terrible in their own way. Perhaps this is at a showy party and they're acting like another decoration, and maybe they get won earlier in the night, spending the party with their new owner.

But then there's also whumpers vs. caretaker/team. Whumper already has whumpee, so let's spice things up! Caretaker or team has to watch whumpee cringe and the color drain from their face every time whumper gets a point, having to sit there and play fair as whumper dangles whumpee in front of them... caretaker and/or team getting being mortified at the prospect of WINNING whumpee like they're some object, but having to use that language do whumper will let them play for a chance for them back at all.

And whumpee can't di a thing in either situation. In games of chance they're obviously helpless, but even in games of skill THEYRE not even the ones competing. Their fate is up to whoever is the best at a certain thing, who plays better cards in a game of poker, who calculates better in chess, or what have you.

Pet whumpees work very well for this, but I think tiny whumpees do too. Placing them on the table with all the poker chips, keeping them in a box by the other prizes, passing them around as different players take the lead... lots of potential.

[strange-doll-child]

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