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♡ Febuwhump Day 6: "You lied to me." ♡

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Content: betrayal, suggestion of attempted recapture

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“You lied to me!”

Whumpee’s voice was hoarse and broken. They weren’t supposed to be using it this much yet. It wasn’t finished healing.

Caretaker held out their hands, moving slowly towards where Whumpee was curled into the corner of the storage closet, their knees tucked to their chest.

“Whumpee, please. Calm down.”

“No! You lied to me! You told me I would never have to see them again!” They were sobbing now, chest heaving.

“You don’t, Whumpee, I promise. You’re safe from Whumper.”

“Shut up!” Whumpee’s voice cracked, forcing them to resort to a frenzied whisper. “You’re lying. I saw them. I saw them. You’re letting them live here!”

“You- oh. Oh shit. The person in the lobby? Gray sweatshirt?”

Whumpee nodded miserably.

Caretaker’s heart dropped. The new member of their little team had seemed so nice during the interview. Their eyes had lingered on Whumpee as they walked by, but Caretaker had taken it to be innocent curiosity at their many scars.

“Shit. I am so sorry. I’m going to get rid of them, I promise. Just stay here. Lock the door. Don't open it for anyone but me.”

Whumpee didn’t respond, sobbing into their knees.

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[bookgirl29]

Whump Prompt #1327

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

I’ve been thinking about a whumpee who in the eyes of everyone around them (or even society) is the bad guy. Like, their whumper paints them to be this villian in order to isolate them from society and keep them under their grasp. To add insult to injury, at the beginning the potential caretaker believes all the rumors and whumper’s narrative to the point that they contribute to whumpee’s isolation. They’re just so against whumpee, they’ll disagree with them, overthink whumpee’s intentions, etc. But they’re not that harsh with Whumpee compared to others so in whumpee’s eyes they’re the kindest person to ever exits, that maybe they’re worthy of an ounce of kindness.

And when Caretaker finally finds out the truth (either through them just slowly realizing the true relationship of whumpee and whumper or like an event that triggers whumpee) they have no idea how to care for whumpee knowing that they contributed to whumpee’s suffering and that they barely scratched the surface. So they just try their best instead of resulting to inaction.

But like here’s the catch, so far in whumpee’s eyes caretaker has been the kindest to them, so now whumpee worries about caretaker’s sudden change in actions. (Because they’re not use to comfort)

(Bonus points if their whumper was possesive and often result to physical action and soft words laced with malice. And that’s how caretaker normally comforts people, so they try the same with whumpee only for whumpee to slip into the thinking that they were wrong about caretaker and that they don’t deserve such decency.)

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Content: PTSD/trauma, recovery whump, [implied] past kidnapping.

"Why do they keep calling you 'sir'?"

Caretaker shrugged, glancing over at the whumpee huddled on the couch in the living area as they cooked. "Safer option for them, I guess. I tried getting them to call me by my name, back in the early days, but it just terrified them even more. Makes me think that the people who took 'em were more abusive than they're willing to admit."

Their friend frowned as they leaned back against the counter. "Why would they lie about that?"

"I don't know," Caretaker admitted. They lowered their voice a little to ensure that Whumpee didn't overhear their discussion. "Could be for a variety of different reasons. Maybe they've blocked so much of it out that, in their mind, it wasn't that bad. What they've told me could easily be all that they remember. It... also might not be."

They turned the heat down on the stove top that they were using before flicking the kitchen tap on and washing their hands. "Either way, it's their story to tell. I'm not going to pry it out of them."

[bookgirl29]

will solace: a texan pt 2

so due to semi-popular demand, imma school you on some texan shit will is probably on. part one

everyone in austin just assumes his bright orange chb shirt is for a prepatory camp for ut because why else would you wear that much orange

people ask him if they really say yeehaw and howdy down in texas

“only if you’re from a&m, which you should never be”

he however will say it ironically just to annoy nico

“howdy nico!” / “i’m breaking up with you”

he knows how to ride a horse so pegasus riding was second nature to him

he organizes the summer tubing down the lake because it’s not a summer if you can’t go tubing down some wild rapids

has a habit of calling chiron sir because he would have gotten a lecutre from his mom for not showing respect

“what do you mean there’s no h-e-b here?”

he refuses to wear a pair of cowboy boots but definitely knows how to two step

FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS

when he does leave the camp with someone else driving, he wonders why they’re actually driving the speed limit

“you’re on the highway, you should be going 20 above the speed limit or stick to the right lane”

“WHY DON’T YOU GUYS HAVE HIGHWAY U-TURNS”

when there are new campers that are given the tour and they meet him at the infirmary, he’ll put on a thick southern accent just to mess with them

and then nico will show up and he’ll switch back to his normal accent and give the new kids whiplash

“and yall just gotta be sure now, the ares cabin ain’t full of all hat no cattle folk, they will try to tan ya hide”

“will?”

“yes nico, did you hurt yourself again?”

he and percy got in an argument over which soda is better, coke or dr. pepper

“YOU CALL EVERYTHING COKE”

“YES BUT I MEAN DR PEPPER, THE ONLY COKE THAT MATTER”

gets really heated when people tell him that they don’t like the grass at camp because it’s itchy

“HAVE YOU EVER HAD STICKERS BREAK THROUGH THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHOES AND STICK ALL OVER YOUR SOCKS AND HAVE TO WALK ANOTHER MILE-”

he also has to educate the camp on chiggers

“so be real careful around tall grass because chiggers are gonna burrow into ya”

will jokingly talk about band camp as if he were in it because marching band in texas is as big as the football

literally had the entire meeting room stare at him in fear when he said “y’alld’ve”

“well if y’alld’ve paid attention when i was giving that emergency medical course last week”

“…what the FUCK is ‘y’alld’ve’?”

this is getting long again so i hope you enjoyed some more good ol’ texan will solace

[bookgirl29]

will solace: a texan

so after my post yesterday I had people ask me to write some headcanons for our favorite son if apollo. I'm not a born and bred texan, georgia what up, but I've been here most of my life and boy can I say Texans are weird

will yells "all y'all" a lot when giving instructions to campers and these northerners never know how to act

he may be the son of apollo but he's also texan. you'll see him preaching about good eating habits and then see him down sweet tea by the gallon

speaking of, what do you mean there's no sweet tea? how do you just not have sweet tea? NO YOU CANT JUST PUT SUGAR IN TEA AND CALL IT SWEET, THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS

after his rampage through camp, chiron makes sure there's always sweet tea on stand by

also on the list of things they dont have, will is upset that there's no whataburger around

"do y'all have a buc-ees around here" / "will what the fuck is that"

one word: mums

he brings pictures back from high school and has to explain the concept of homecoming and mums to everyone.

"no not like mom in England, mum like chrysanthemum"

"WHY THE HELL IS THAT GIRL'S MUM SO BIG"

"that's not even the biggest one this year. one girl had one shaped like Texas with lights and bells-"

he saw an aphrodite kid wearing a large ring and just mutters, "must be an Aggie, "

"WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE STATE FAIR?"

will refuses to eat any other ice cream but blue bell and nico learns that the hard way

when nico shadowtravels to texas to visit will during the school year, will drags him to schlitterbahn and nico wonders how they even pronounce these chaotic texan words

"how do you pronounce this thing?"

"you mean waxahachie? it's a town"

exclusively refers to soda as "coke" and gets upset when they actually give him coke and nor dr.pepper

as good as the bbq at camp is, nothing beats texas bbq in will's book

he and leo will break out into "deep in the heart of texas" at random times

they also have a friendly rivalry going on with who's city is the best

"at least you're not from a&m"

he measures distance in time and doesnt understand why everyone keeps trying to ask him for measurements, "it's just 15 minutes away down yonder"

passive aggressive nicknames and phrases with a smile when he's feeling annoyed or pissed off that everyone just thinks is a sweet southern thing

"aww sweetheart, bless your heart"

he doesnt have a heavy southern accent but when you get him on a roll, his drawl will come out and everyone at camp swoons a little bit

this is getting a little long but who doesnt love a good ol Texan will solace

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at this point I’m just laughing at my own jokes

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Canon reasons why I believe Spencer’s father sexually abused him.

CW: nongraphic mentions of childhood trauma, csa, and repressed memories

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But just…I feel very strongly about a Whumpee being tortured for information they just don’t have. Whumper is certain they know, they are totally convinced Whumpee is lying through their teeth.

Whumpee wants to scream if they hear that goddamn question one more time—but they have no choice, Whumper will keep asking until Whumpee cracks.

But they’ve cracked a long time ago, they just don’t know.

Whumper tells them over and over—“If you’re honest, we can stop. You can lay down, I’ll even get you a drink. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

But Whumpee just wails and begs them to stop, even as Whumper asks again. They just don’t know.

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Whumpee falls into/is thrown into a well. Caretaker jumps after them. Whumpee has hit their head and falling unconscious while Caretaker struggles to keep both of them afloat. The battle continues above them, on the ground. Caretaker can only hope their side wins, and does it quick, because they can't keep swimming forever. Not with now passed out Whumpee in their arms. The walls of the well are slippery, and there isn't enough space to get on their back and float. They're quietly begging Whumpee to wake up as blood runs down their face somewhere from under their hair.

Minutes pass, and Caretaker haven't got enough air in their lungs to yell for help. Their limbs are burning, water's spilling in their mouth. The sounds from above are fading, and Caretaker doesn't know if they're just dying or if the fight is over.

They can only see someone peeking into the well, but can't tell who it is, a friend or an enemy, because they only appear as a dark silhouette against the sun.

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Whumpee in recovery who, on paper, is doing everything right, but they still can’t process the trauma they went through.

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caretaker wasn’t supposed to be doing this, they weren’t a caretaker, and surely whumpee is capable of taking care of themselves, right? surely they’re old enough, so why does caretaker need to be there? they hate it, waking up every morning to an overly excited whumpee rambling about their dreams, they make breakfast and attempt to tune out of the annoying endless chatter, and they spend their evenings praying to everything above that whumpee would just go to bed-

until one day whumpee’s gone. they dropped them off at school without a word, watched them as they happily waved them off before turning to their friends. but now they’re gone, they’re not waiting in that same spot out of the school, there’s no sight of them or their backpack riddled with dozens of cute keychains and pins. caretaker jumps out of their car, heads towards the friends they pretended not to notice, demanding to know where their charge is. the shrugs tell them nothing, so they go home.

maybe whumpee will show up later, the peace and quiet will be nice after all.

a few hours pass, and caretaker cooks them a meal for when they’re home.

they watch the clock tick by and pass their favourite channel as they scroll through the tv, their show is on.

whumpee never comes home, and soon they’re at the police station. the police call them a few days later, and all caretaker hears is “i’m sorry- kidnapped-“

caretaker waits in the silence, they cook two meals every night in case whumpee comes strolling through that door with their giddy smile and endless stories, they save their show so they can catch up, and they practice their “i don’t care about you, but don’t do that again” lecture.

it’s months before caretaker gets the call, and this time the only word they hear is “hospital”

caretaker isn’t worried, or angry or scared, not by whumpee’s pale, bruised face, the frail form or the scars that peak out from the covers. caretaker doesn’t care- and they’re not crying from relief, they’re not gripping their hand tightly as they thank every god above, because whumpee is nothing more than an inconvenience-

whumpee is so small now, they shake and stutter, and the small smiles they manage don’t reach their eyes. when they’re home, whumpee doesn’t talk, not really, they answer caretakers questions and they mumble a shaky thank you when they’re given food, but they don’t ramble. not like they used to.

and caretaker finds themselves filling in the silence, sat on the couch talking and talking, about what whumpee’s missed, their friends and hell- even caretaker’s friends. they hand them the remote to watch their show and they tuck them in at night, and they pray that one day whumpee will smile again, perhaps wake them with that annoyingly cheerful “morning caretaker!” once more, or even just talk about the meaningless things in their life.

the whumpee they let crawl into their bed after they wake up screaming, the whumpee that hides behind them in front of strangers, the whumpee that quietly asks them questions isn’t their whumpee. and all caretaker can think is that if they’d just listened; payed a little more attention to their endless stream of words, their whumpee would be here.

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The whumpee pretended to be okay after they were rescued, bouncing back quickly and acting like their old self as soon as they could. The whumpee just didn’t want to burden their friends with their pain, and they just wanted to go back to feeling like their old self- the whumpee was trying to fake it until they made it.

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I'm obsessed with the idea of a whumper who works with little kids as a teacher or babysitter.

No, they don't hurt the kids. They're amazing at their job. They are, however, torturing adults in their spare time. (Yes I'm projecting shut up)

This, of course, crops up in interesting and funny ways.

Whumpee: *insults whumper in defiance*

Whumper: *in their elementary school teacher voice* That was really mean. You hurt my feelings. You can't talk to other people like that. How would you feel if I said that to you? I want an apology.

Whumpee: ...what?

Whumper: I- I really don't know how to explain that one. Let's move on.

It's such a great concept to me. I love the idea of a whumper who is sweet and amazing with the kids they take care of. But they're, you know, keeping a guy in their basement to torture, or whatever other whumpy activities.

Bonus points if Whumpee is horrified to find out how much time Whumper sends around kids, utterly convinced that they're abusing them. Only for the whiplash of finding out that Whumper is actually the best Caretaker any kid could dream of.

-Abraham ♡♡♡

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Thomas: I trust my friends.

Alastair: You think they know what they’re doing?

Thomas: I wouldn’t go that far

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When the sharp, street smart, slippery whumpee who always manages to find a way out, get back up, keep on keeping on, is finally faced with a fight they know they can’t win.

At least, not alone.

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A whumpee who was kept in a lab and experimented on, turned inhuman, treated terribly, etc.

But soon less and less scientists visit their room until they’re entirely alone. Due to the endless amount of experiments, they can never seem to die, no matter how weak they get. They try everything but in the end they can’t die.

After what feels like forever, the rusted metal lock on their room is broken and people wearing strange clothes burst in.

Whumpee isn’t angry or aggressive. In fact, they seem to feel threatened and scared, curled up in the corner as they stare at the newcomers.

One human steps forward and smiles at them in a shaky but gentle way.

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please please emotionally steamroll your villain whumpees

humiliate them

parade them around town

take away whatever gives them power, permanently, and flaunt it

hurt them until they can't move and taunt them for not fighting back

turn them into a shadow of themselves. just completely break them down