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whumpee with separation anxiety from caretaker trying their absolute damndest to hold out while caretaker is breifly gone (getting them food, using the bathroom, etc). caretaker is only gone for a few minutes and whumpee can hear them, and maybe caretaker purposefully hums/talks so whumpee doesnt feel so alone, but still, when caretaker comes back whumpee is on the verge of tears.

"i'm here," caretaker promises. "are you okay?"

whumpee takes caretaker's hand shakily, takes a deep breath, and nods.

"good. im sorry this is so hard. it makes me nervous to leave you, too." caretaker squeezes whumpee's hands and kisses them.

i just love when both of them so thouroughly respect each other. whumpee who knows caretaker can't be with them every second, and caretaker who sees how brave theyre being and promises not to make them do that more than is necessary.

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One of my favorite comfort tropes is Caretaker seeing Whumpee smile or hearing them laugh for the first time after whatever happened to them - or for the first time ever.

And they'll silently promise themselves to do everything in their power to make that sight/sound a frequent occurrence in their life.

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Whump drabbles, 13/100: defender.

“Of course he’s different. But you mean it with malice, and that is not okay.” Caretaker loomed over cowering Teammate. Whumpee sat still across the room, his horned head bowed, hiding behind his wings. “He’s different, yes, but he’s also smart, and kind, and compassionate. You could learn a lot from him.”

As soon as Teammate stormed away, sour-faced and embarrassed, Whumpee revealed himself and nearly tackled Caretaker with a hug.

“What’s this for?” Caretaker asked, as they closed their arms around Whumpee.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“Of course.” Caretaker kissed the top of Whumpee’s head. “Every word.”

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*sputters and sobs* CARETAKER HURRY WHUMPEE NEEDS TO BE SAVED BEFORE THEY FREE THEMSELVES

Oh Oh Oh! You know what I wanna see?

Suicidal Whumpees

(This has nothing to do with my own issues shut up)

Particularly, a Defiant Suicidal Whumpee

A Whumpee who gets captured, who gets beaten black and blue, tortured with everything Whumper can throw at them, but still spits in their face at the end of the session

A Whumpee who taunts and mocks their captors at every turn, regardless of how much worse it makes things for themself

A Whumpee who acts as the biggest thorn in Whumper’s side because they won’t back down, they won’t submit, they won’t just give up like Whumper wants

A Whumpee who does all of this because they don’t care, who, when threatened with death, looks Whumper dead in the eye and says “bring it”, who’ll get the barrel of a gun pointed at their head and just lean forwards and tell Whumper to pull the trigger with a smile on their face

A Whumpee who takes everything Whumper does to hurt them and still throws insults back at them, because deep down they’re hoping if they piss Whumper off enough, if they push them too far, Whumper might actually kill them and it will all end

A Defiant Whumpee who spits in Whumper’s face and prays that this time it’ll finally be the straw the broke the camels back and they’ll be free

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[Post/late in recovery]

It knocks on the door. Whumpee is suprised, they weren‘t expecting anyone but they think nothing on it. Putting down whatever they were doing and going to the door.

The open it and.

Stare right into a grinning Whumper‘s face.

„Whumpee…How nice to see you again…“

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Kidnap and rescue > all other whump

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Ok but like- caretake rescuing whumpee and being so close to breakdown they can only hold them as they are half conscious and THEN the other teammate 1 is like “yo their coming we gotta-“ and they just can’t- so teammate 2 breaks it to them gently “caretaker we gotta go. Come on. We have them, we can keep them safe now, but we gotta get them out of here.”

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It’s ok..: I didn’t need my heart anyway

A leader whose strength has always been his team. He never had peope that he felt so connected to before, people who he trusted would always have his six, who he could be vulnerable around, who would never leave him behind.

Until they do.

He can only watch as eyes that once looked at him with belief, with a gaze that told him that they were always on his side, turned to disgust. When hands that once stitched his wounds and massaged sore muscles are the same ones that hold the whip to hurt him, fists that beat him and draw blood. Arms that had once hugged him when he needed warmth are the same pair that hold him still as he's branded as a traitor for something that he had never done.

It had been so easy for them to turn on him, as if all those years together spent by the fire, bonding over food and banter meant nothing.

The leader who they had once loved like a brother lays in the basement cellars, starved and cold and sick. He stopped eating, only ever partially conscious when they torture him for information that he does not have. They keep him there while the wounds they inflicted fester and slowly kill him, all hoping that he'll at least survive to see the day that his proper punishment is dealt.

But then the real traitor steps up out of guilt, after seeing what had been done to the man that had been falsely accused. After they had seen a good man treated as though he was worth less than the dirt on the bottom of his team's boots when all he ever did in his life was for his people.

The leader, broken and dying on a hospital bed, lives just a few moments long enough to hear the apologies of his team, his brother and sisters. Cries that beg him to pull through as though they hadn't been the very ones who put him here.

Still, he forgives them.

Taking a few more weak breaths as the world that has always failed him finally gives him mercy.

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A leader whose strength has always been his team. He never had peope that he felt so connected to before, people who he trusted would always have his six, who he could be vulnerable around, who would never leave him behind.

Until they do.

He can only watch as eyes that once looked at him with belief, with a gaze that told him that they were always on his side, turned to disgust. When hands that once stitched his wounds and massaged sore muscles are the same ones that hold the whip to hurt him, fists that beat him and draw blood. Arms that had once hugged him when he needed warmth are the same pair that hold him still as he's branded as a traitor for something that he had never done.

It had been so easy for them to turn on him, as if all those years together spent by the fire, bonding over food and banter meant nothing.

The leader who they had once loved like a brother lays in the basement cellars, starved and cold and sick. He stopped eating, only ever partially conscious when they torture him for information that he does not have. They keep him there while the wounds they inflicted fester and slowly kill him, all hoping that he'll at least survive to see the day that his proper punishment is dealt.

But then the real traitor steps up out of guilt, after seeing what had been done to the man that had been falsely accused. After they had seen a good man treated as though he was worth less than the dirt on the bottom of his team's boots when all he ever did in his life was for his people.

The leader, broken and dying on a hospital bed, lives just a few moments long enough to hear the apologies of his team, his brother and sisters. Cries that beg him to pull through as though they hadn't been the very ones who put him here.

Still, he forgives them.

Taking a few more weak breaths as the world that has always failed him finally gives him mercy.

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A leader whose strength has always been his team. He never had peope that he felt so connected to before, people who he trusted would always have his six, who he could be vulnerable around, who would never leave him behind.

Until they do.

He can only watch as eyes that once looked at him with belief, with a gaze that told him that they were always on his side, turned to disgust. When hands that once stitched his wounds and massaged sore muscles are the same ones that hold the whip to hurt him, fists that beat him and draw blood. Arms that had once hugged him when he needed warmth are the same pair that hold him still as he's branded as a traitor for something that he had never done.

It had been so easy for them to turn on him, as if all those years together spent by the fire, bonding over food and banter meant nothing.

The leader who they had once loved like a brother lays in the basement cellars, starved and cold and sick. He stopped eating, only ever partially conscious when they torture him for information that he does not have. They keep him there while the wounds they inflicted fester and slowly kill him, all hoping that he'll at least survive to see the day that his proper punishment is dealt.

But then the real traitor steps up out of guilt, after seeing what had been done to the man that had been falsely accused. After they had seen a good man treated as though he was worth less than the dirt on the bottom of his team's boots when all he ever did in his life was for his people.

The leader, broken and dying on a hospital bed, lives just a few moments long enough to hear the apologies of his team, his brother and sisters. Cries that beg him to pull through as though they hadn't been the very ones who put him here.

Still, he forgives them.

Taking a few more weak breaths as the world that has always failed him finally gives him mercy.

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Caretaker and Whumpee had a bad fight and are not speaking to each other, but it doesn't mean Caretaker will stop looking after Whumpee. Yes, they're still upset, but they're still bringing Whumpee dinner to bed when they're not able to dine at the table. They'll still help them get dressed and give them their medicine. They'll still wake them up from nightmares.

Because things will resolve, and they're going to be okay, and Caretaker suspects this is Whumpee testing them; saying hurtful things on purpose, seeing what it takes for Caretaker to give up and leave, to let Whumpee down like everyone else in their life has.

Caretaker is determined to show them that that's never going to happen.

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OMG THE SECOND ONE

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Content: Captivity, multiple whumpees, fear of death, [implied] mentions of murder.

"Why don't we just... pretend like everything is fine?" Caretaker quietly suggested, curling up a little tighter as Whumpee pressed themselves against their side. The cell they were in was damp and cold, no light or signs of the outside world able to be seen. "I don't want my last few days with you to be sad."

Whumpee sniffled, subconsciously clinging onto Caretaker's shirt. "How do we do that?"

"Let's just imagine all the things we never got to do." Their voice got increasingly softer with every word. "Like... adopting the puppy we always wanted, or proposing to each other. I had a ring and everything for that, you know."

"Really?" Whumpee tilted their head up just enough to look their cellmate in the eye, tears welling in their own almost immediately. The sight just about broke Caretaker's heart and they were quick to wipe them away with their thumb.

They then nodded. "Yeah. I was gonna invite you over for a nice dinner and a movie. I had a cheesy speech about how much I loved you and... how I wanted to grow old with you."

With a small sob, Whumpee adjusted themselves enough to bring Caretaker into a hug. Their grip was tight, shoulders quaking with every sound that left their lips. Neither of them cared that there were security cameras watching them. Neither of them cared that Whumper was most likely mocking them from the other room.

"I don't have a ring anymore, or home cooked meals or anything else I had planned, but... would you marry me anyway? Or... would you do me the honor of spending our last few days as my fiance?"

Whumpee nodded against their shoulder, voice slightly muffled against the fabric of their torn shirt. "Yes."

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Whumper was interrogated while caretaker watched from beyond the glass. Whumper gleefully spoke about everyone they tortured, recalling in great detail. Whumpee in particular was a prominent subject; they seemed to be whumpers favorite.

Each word ate at caretaker; whatever whumper spoke of, caretaker imagined a worse thing to do as revenge.

The interrogator comes back and caretaker demands "just 5 minutes alone" through fuming tears. The interrogator notes caretakers hands in fists, their body shaking with anger, their eyes pure hatred.

"No." They gently shake their head.

"Why." Caretaker spat.

"Because I know what you can do in 5 minutes and I need them alive."

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Captured Whumpee overhears Whumper making a ransom call to their team, asking them for a certain price, and the team at the other end of the line starts negotiating, only offering ridiculously low sums.

The call ends with no agreement, only the team telling Whumper they'll "think about it" after Whumper announces their final offer.

Whumpee pulls their knees to their chest and hugs their legs tightly, trying not to cry.

They know the fact that their team didn't make a deal with Whumper isn't about money - they possess a lot of money, and could've easily paid what Whumper was asking for even at the very beginning. Whumpee could be on their way home already, and it wouldn't have affected the team financially all that much. They'd earn the money back with only a few missions.

It's about them, and that to their team, they're not worth it.

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Short Prompt #1349

“It was quite bold of you to invade my home,” the painter said with a forlorn smile. “Pity you weren’t prepared for what you found.”

“L-Let me go!” the intruder screeched, struggling against beasts of paint and graphite. The monsters crawled out of the many paintings lining the walls, even trudging over from other parts of the house to protect their master.

Painter sighed. “Truly, Detective. I’m sorry.” They motioned to one of the empty canvases. “Throw them in.”

“N-No! NO!” Despite their best efforts, the detective’s human body was no match for the creatures’ raw power and the room fell silent as a new portrait adorned the painter’s wall.

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Absolutely love it when a Whumper takes a Whumpee hostage via grabbing them and holding a gun/sword to their head/neck. The team/Caretaker. Stopping dead in their tracks. Maybe the Whumper told them to drop their weapons or else Whumpee gets it. And the team/Caretaker having no choice but to drop their weapons and do what Whumper said. Or or they told them to give the Macguffin to them. And the team/Caretaker having to give it to them.

What could you even do in a hostage situation like that? It's so good! 👀