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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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"I'm sorry. You weren't ever supposed to see me do that."

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reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

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Do you have any more prompts of a caretaker hypnotizing the whumpee to help them take better care of themselves or soothing them while in pain? (Emotional or physical up to you!)

You betcha!

- Using the hypnosis to soothe migraines or tension headaches

- Using it to dull their pain and fear after the whumper tortures them

- Using it to help them put up mental barriers against the whumper’s psychological tortures

- Hypnotizing them to calm and get them under control (i.e. a whumpee with powers that are going out of whack)

- “[Whumper] can’t hurt you here. Trance is your safe place. Right now you feel calm, safe and secure.”

- “Wow, you really are stressed about [social/work obligation], huh? What if I told you I could calm your nerves?”

- Convincing them to leave their huge work pile for the night and actually get to bed on time for once this week

- “The nightmare is far, far away. You’ve practically forgotten it already. You’re going to sink into a deeper, more restful sleep now.”

- (For a withdrawn, closed-off whumpee) Using suggestion to get them to open up more honestly about their needs and wants

- Creating hypnosis/ASMR type videos for Whumpee to listen to whenever they’re not with them to do it in person

- “I’ve taken care of everything, you have nowhere else to be. Now all you need to do is sit back, let yourself drift and relax.”

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fans of characters that hate vulnerability will be like “i cant wait until they cry 😍 cant wait until the weight of their emotions breaks them 😍”

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The question isn't "would this character ever admit to needing help or are they determined to be a totally stoic wall?" it's "what would it take to make this character who's determined to be a totally stoic wall desperate enough to ask for help?"

Scare them so bad they decide it's worth breaking their own internal guiding doctrine and facing the mortification of admitting to their friends that they're fallible.

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Under the blanket, A curled tighter, shaking like a leaf as another chill rattled their body. B brushed sweat-dampened hair from their brow. "It's getting worse, isn't it?" C whispered. B didn't want to say it out loud - they weren't sure they could - but eventually they gave a small nod to C. A's fever showed no sign of breaking; B didn't know what else to do. A soft whimper escaped their chattering teeth "Shhh..." B kept stroking their hair until their breathing steadied, finally drifting off to sleep...

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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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This is how it feels drawing new refs for ocs that I willingly created

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"why do you write?" because it’s the only way to silence the characters pacing around my brain like victorian ghosts with unresolved issues that prevent them from moving on.

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My Fault (part22)

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First part / Previous part / Next part

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this is about procrastinating. or executive dysfunction. i think

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little whump things: A whumpee who's not used to being taken care of. A whumpee who drags themselves out of every fight, bruised and aching, just to get to their safe place and have to begin the long and arduous process of patching themselves up- rinsing off blood and gingerly patching up cuts just so they can collapse into bed and finally rest.

Enter caretaker.

One day whumpee stumbles in the front door in the dead of night, half asleep and aching, and this time there's someone there; murmuring to them and slipping their shoulder under their arm to take weight off their busted ankle. Whumpee blinks, surprised, and they're suddenly sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Caretaker is wrapping their ankle better than they ever could, salve already applied to bruises and cuts hidden under gauze. Whumpee doesn't say a word, lost in the newness of having another person here, in the quiet space between night and morning when they put themselves back together.

Its the third night when caretaker is applying butterfly stitches to a particularly nasty gash on the outside of their thigh when whumpee whispers why are you doing this?, breaking the fragile silence in the room.

Caretaker finishes smoothing down the edge of the butterfly stitch, fingers lingering, looking up at whumpee from where they're kneeling on their bathroom floor. They break eye contact to gently press the edge of a stitch back down.

You know why, they murmur, and whumpee has to work hard to swallow around the lump in their throat.

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Showers + whump

Stoic whumpee spending hours in the shower after being reunited with the team because it's the only place they can break down with guaranteed privacy.

Whumpee being too tired to wash themselves standing up so they sit on the floor (then accidentally falling asleep, leading Caretaker to break down the door in panic in case Whumpee was hurt).

Caretaker sitting outside the door to provide support for a whumpee with water related trauma.

Caretaker getting in the shower with Whumpee to help them wash because they're not strong enough to do it alone yet.

Whumpee turning the shower to extreme temperatures (hot or cold) to stop feeling numb or to distract from their feelings being out of control.

Whumpee not showering for ages after being rescued because they're not used to being allowed to.

Caretaker's water bills running astronomically high because Whumpee keeps dissociating and spending hours in the shower every day.

Whumpee finding comfort in the warm water after years of being frozen and left in the cold.

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Crying...

Crying in front of others.

Holding it in 'till they're alone.

Holding it in, even when they're alone. Denying it. Denying themself.

Trying to hold it in, yet the tears are out of their control.

Raw, unbridled emotion, finally spilling over the edge; revealing itself in it's purest, ugliest form.

The headaches and tiredness that settle in after the tears finally stop.

A Whumpee cuddling up into Caretaker, still whimpering after sobbing their heart out. They curl up and hide away, knowing they're safe in Caretaker's arms.

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Give me whumpees who are angry, dysregulated, and horrible during recovery.

I love a quiet and anxious whumpee as much as the next person, but whumpees that are explosive and upset hit so much harder for me. It's really difficult to be a nice person when you're dealing with so much mental and/or physical trauma.* Pain makes you a bitch. It's frustrating. It hurts. At some point, whumpee is going to snap.

Shoving people away. Yelling. Violent outbursts, throwing things, reckless behaviour. Caretaker doesn't know what to do or how to leave. Whumpee doesn't know how to stop or make it any better.

They're fighting, again, and whumpee is yelling and shouting because they're trying to make themselves understood, but they can't find the words to articulate it so they have to show the feeling instead. Caretaker is tired of being on the receiving end of it so they're shouting back, which just makes both of them more upset.

And then whumpee finally manages to put the thing into words, stunning them both into silence, before whumpee starts apologising profusely. The whole time they'd just wanted to be understood but couldn't explain themselves and being vulnerable is terrifying and "I never wanted to hurt you too."

Idk just give me dysregulated whumpees.

*this is not saying you cannot be a nice person with trauma, or that trauma makes you a bad person. this is saying that when you're so overwhelmed and constantly in fight or flight, it can be very difficult to be rational or considerate. it happens. that's ok.