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epiclamer · 3 days
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Good god (tw: some light undertone themes of suicidal thoughts and self destruction/harm) but with lots of comfort to come so dont worryyyy
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The rain poured down the hero’s face, they had their chin tilted up high towards the light grey clouds as if the mist surrounding them was suffocating. Their eyes were closed, but that didn’t stop the pelting droplets from finding their way under the hero’s eyelids.
It felt somewhat like relief, the cool water soaking through every single layer of their clothes. It eased their mind and their wounds, washed the blood from their chin and nose.
It stilled such a busy world.
On the other hand, the hero was freezing. It must’ve been at least six hours since they had had their arms wrenched behind their back and duck taped together to keep them bound to a school yard post. A singular piece covering their lips to keep them from shouting for help.
It was so simple compared to the intricate traps they had been stuck within before. Nonetheless, for some reason it was also the hardest to escape.
Partially, Hero knew it was because they had no will to. They had gone through the darkened alley behind the school knowing they were going to get jumped. They had let themselves be beaten and hogtied, they had accepted a concussion and a busted nose.
Hero knew if they were ever to talk this out with the Agency’s therapist there would be words strung out around the concept of ‘goodness’ and ‘greatness’.
Hero didn’t feel all that good—let alone great.
Hero didn’t feel anything except exhausted. So they had slumped back against the post, legs sprawled out against the asphalt, haphazardly painted with basketball gym lines.
Their arms were burning from the awkward position and consistent strain and the hero ignored it all the same. It was the weekend, so there would be no concerned teachers to save them and definitely no kids out to play in this weather. And sure, if they wanted, they could break free—they were a hero after all—but for now they just sat.
Unwilling and unwanting of any form of further freedom as the hypothermic chill coating their skin slowly reached into their bones.
“To freeze or not to freeze…” Hero’s eyes snapped open at the sudden familiar voice coming from behind them. “That is the question~” Villain’s head poked out from around the post where the hero lay still bound.
They stepped around to face the hero straight on, crouching down to meet at their level. “Sucker for punishment? Or are you just really too weak to get yourself out of some lousy tape?”
The villain grinned, even through the heavy rain the hero could practically feel the other’s heat and see their sultry eyes. They squirmed, suddenly all too uncomfortable in their position as they tried to push themselves up into a standing position.
“What? Cat got your tongue?” The criminal laughed, watching their nemesis wriggle helplessly and increasingly more desperately against their bonds. They reached up, one hand delicately cupping the hero’s face as the other ripped the duct tape off their lips in one swift movement.
Hero gasped mostly in pain, slightly due to their racing heartbeat. “Fuck— Villain—”
Gently the villain’s thumb brushed over the hero’s bottom lip, wiping the blood away with the rain water that tainted everything it could touch. Hero took in another deep breath, collecting themselves from a moment ago before looking into the villain’s eyes again.
“Need some help?”
The crime-stopper wanted to shake their head no, they wanted to spit at the villain and break free on their own, instead they mumbled an incoherent form of yes and let themselves be brought to their feet in a single pull. The villain’s hands did not leave the hero’s sides even after they were steady on their feet and Hero couldn’t help but notice just how cold they truly were without the villain’s warmth.
The villain didn’t question them a second time, once they were sure the hero could stand on their own they reached one hand into their pocket for their smaller knife. Flipping it open while their other hand still rested against the hero’s hip, wrapping their armed hand around the hero’s body to cut away the remaining tape from their arms.
And for the few seconds their bodies stayed pressed together, Hero wondered if this was close enough to be considered a hug. Then, in a sickening moment where all of the blood rushed from the hero’s head to their now free arms, they swayed and collapsed against the villain.
The criminal had barely enough time to catch them before the hero relaxed their weight completely into Villain’s chest. Head pressed into the crook or the villain’s neck, Hero’s icy fingers clawed at the fabric of their nemesis’ suit with what little energy they had left.
Hero was searching for heat, they had forgotten just exactly how badly their body craved it when they had let themselves rot against the post. Now that the villain was here though, they needed to warm up and they only wanted to while trapped in the villain’s embrace.
“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, Hero. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” Villain reassured them, voice soft and inviting as they shifted their arms around to help walk their nemesis back to their car. “Do you know how long you’ve been out here?”
Hero took their first few shuffling steps with the villain’s support, making up for a lot of their weight. Their eyes flicked to the villain’s worried expression, “A few hours.” But they couldn’t hold their gaze.
They were ashamed now. They had been caught in their own self-destruction and saved by their mortal enemy. The person they fought tooth and nail almost every single day for the past two years.
Now that person was helping them into their car and out of the rain, where initially the hero had hoped to stay forever. How embarrassing.
The villain didn’t say much else, only answering with a curt nod before returning their focus to bearing the hero’s weight in their steps. It was safe to say the hero hadn’t expected to be as weak as they truly were and that maybe if the villain had never shown up, they wouldn’t have been able to get away.
That was worrisome. Worrisome enough to dry the hero’s mouth up in a second and send shivers down their spine.
Villain reached out, hand grabbing onto the passenger side door handle and they slowly opened it to reveal the inside of their beloved car Hero had heard about so many times in battle. Yet, they had barely even registered the walk from the school yard to the parking lot, let alone the fact that their enemy was actually helping them.
Hero looked to Villain, who gave them an assuring smile. “I’ll take care of you, or bring you straight home—no questions asked. Just don’t make me leave you out here any longer.”
That earned them a small smile.
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whumpeteerscrankli · 2 days
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Whumpees who are difficult to love.
Whumpees who have done terrible things (which they may or may not have enjoyed doing).
Whumpees who refuse to/can’t change for the better.
Whumpees who aren’t perfect victims.
Caretakers who desperately try to love Whumpee.
Caretakers who wish for Whumpee to try to redeem themselves.
Caretaker’s hopes being crushed when Whumpee does something that reminds them that why whumpee was once Whumper’s favorite.
Caretakers who grow tired of caring for someone as hopeless as Whumpee.
Caretakers whose patience is running out.
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pierceofheart · 3 days
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Accidental stress induced whump, have a whumpee who's put into extreme stress situations and watch them become paranoid and snappy af.
Actually better yet if it's the caretaker who's having stress induced symptoms of paranoia and minor hallucinations.
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Whumpee who is always kept just about ill enough to never escape. Whumpee who is always just slightly reliant on whumpee because of this, or whose mind is slightly too hazy to properly understand the situation and how to get out of it.
Whumpee who isn’t ill enough to be useless, but is just about ill enough to not do anything about their situation.
Or, maybe whumper prefers whumpee to be fully reliant on them. They enjoy looking after the ill, useless whumpee, playing caretaker. They’ll spoon feed whumpee, comfort them, then at the end of the day they’ll inject whumpee with more of the thing that is making them unable to look after or be themselves.
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the-three-whumpeteers · 21 hours
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The caretaker had always been protective of the whumpee, and they had hurt others in order to protect the whumpee plenty of times before. The whumper had gone too far though, and the caretaker was furious- they were going to hurt the whumper beyond what they had ever done before.
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whumppromptoftheday · 19 hours
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caretaker trying their hardest to take care of whumpee but failing over the smallest things
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"Can you tell me where it hurts the most?"
Whumpee tries to focus on Caretaker's face, their eyelids feeling heavy. They take a deep breath and shake their head slightly. "I… I don't know. Everywhere hurts…"
Caretaker nods, understanding their pain, and leans forward, their hand brushing against Whumpee's cheek gently. The cool touch of Caretaker's fingers against their hot skin sends a shiver down Whumpee's spine.
"I will do my best to ease your pain." Caretaker promises softly, and then they begin to hum a soothing melody, one that sounds like home, Whumpee thinks.
Whumpee listens intently to the melody, their eyes closing as they try to focus on the sound. They feel a strange warmth spreading through their body as the melody washes over them, soothing their pain.
"Th-thank you...." Whumpee whispers, their voice barely audible, before passing out completely.
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echoingalaxies · 1 day
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Whump drabbles, 10/100: savior.
“Leave it!” Caretaker covered his nose and mouth, holding onto Whumpee’s arm. The smoke was getting thicker, the hungry flames spreading rapidly on the wooden structures of the barn.
“I’m not leaving her,” Whumpee cried, blindly attempting to locate the panicked, bleating lamb.
“The place… is… collapsing!” Caretaker coughed. “If you stay you’ll die!”
“I have to find her!” Whumpee broke free from Caretaker’s grasp. “She’s a baby, Caretaker!” He ran, leaping over rubble and piles of flaming hay.
Whumpee wouldn’t leave without the animal in his arms. Caretaker sighed, and against every instinct in his body, rushed after him.
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suspensefulpen · 1 day
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TW: Conditioned Whumpee
Caretaker scoffed. “I hate that man.” 
Confused, Whumpee looked up from their glass to find who he was talking about. Their gaze almost instantly fell on Whumper, who was across the room. “Whumper?” 
“Yeah.” He nodded, frown deepening. “Cruellest man to ever walk the Earth. He doesn’t deserve anything.” 
Whumpee remembered that conversation more than any they’ve ever had. They didn’t understand why Caretaker felt that way towards Whumper. They felt he was a great person. After all, he was the reason Whumpee even had a roof over their head. If it weren’t for Whumper, Whumpee would probably be dead right now. 
They watched as he took a sip of whatever he had in his mug this time. If Whumpee remembered correctly, it was tea. “Sir?” 
“Yes Whumpee?” He hummed absentmindedly. 
“Do you know who Caretaker is?” 
Whumper had to pause, attempting to stop himself from choking. Once he could breathe normally, he cleared his throat. “Caretaker?” Whumpee nodded. “How do you know him?” 
“I met him during a party.” 
Whumper thought for a moment. I’m gonna have to make sure he stays in his place. That we don’t have any slip ups and he tries to take away my beloved Whumpee.
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whump-kia · 1 year
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the classic "are you hurt?" but the whumpee is the one saying it. slurring the words through a hoarse throat and numbed lips, their eyes are glazed and their hands are shaking, frantic at the blood soaking the caretaker's shirt and too delirious to realize it's all their own.
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jordanstrophe · 2 months
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Whumpee awakens curled in the backseat in someone's arms.
They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.
They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.
"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."
A hand brushes over their face and closes their eyes. Whumpee finds themselves doing what the voice tells them to.
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don't you ever see a blorbo and wanna just-
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chiharuuu22 · 2 months
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Shhhh! Keep your voice down and don't be loud. Whumpee is sleeping (or has just fallen asleep).
In Caretaker's arms after being rescued.
In a hospital bed in a recovery ward (or perhaps an ICU) after receiving care and treatment or perhaps emergency surgery.
On a bed in a room in a recovery house. Bonus points for the house are that the house belongs to the Caretaker and the bed BELONGS TO CARETAKER (AND CARETAKER'S BEDROOM)!!!!
In the passenger seat. Sleep on your back in the back seat or sleep in a half-sitting position after the seat is lowered slightly on the driver's side seat. Bonus points Caretaker puts on the jacket or coat to cover Whumpee.
On the sofa in front of the fireplace.
In a wheelchair while taking a leisurely walk.
On the couch on the terrace.
On the Caretaker's lap. Bonus points with the accompaniment of Caretaker's soft voice lulling Whumpee to sleep and caressing Whumpee's hair.
Sleep leaning on the Caretaker's shoulder when sitting side by side. Bonus points when they are in a discussion with the team members and Whumpee suddenly falls asleep exhausted.
Anything you want to add?
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hurtmyfavsthanks · 4 days
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We all know about magical fatigue as a whump trope for magical overuse. Now I raise you: Magical euphoria.
Magic that feels good to use. It leaves the user dizzy and lightheaded, a giddy energy rushing through their entire body. It's enough to leave the most stoic whumpee giggling madly, to make the most obedient soldier go rogue. It's a power that ultimately, inevitably, controls its user.
Mages aren’t trusted to act on their own. They can’t be, not when each spell costs them their sanity. Not when, in a daze of manic joy, they’re just as liable to destroy the enemy as their allies.
And so they need a handler.
Imagine Caretaker in this situation. Forced to watch Whumpee throw themselves into madness, to turn themselves into an unthinking weapon under the demand of some uncaring general. Having to put aside their affection for Whumpee as a person, and analyze them as a tool.
It’s Caretaker who decides when Whumpee is still fit for battle. It’s caretaker who has to look into their dazed and distant eyes, blood dripping into a too wide smile, and decide if Whumpee has anything else to give.
It’s Caretaker who decides when they’re too far gone, when Whumpee needs to stop. And if Whumpee can’t, it’s Caretaker’s job to make them stop. Even if that means using force, even if it means hurting them, because letting them run wild isn’t an option.
And when the battle’s over, when Whumpee is either led or dragged away to the medical wing, Caretaker’s the only one brave enough to tend to their injuries. They wrap bleeding, scorched fingers without a word, the only sound being Whumpee babbling, mad ramblings. Caretaker knows they won’t remember any of this. They still talk to Whumpee anyway, soft, comforting words they hope will bring Whumpee back faster.
And when whumpee’s eyes finally clear, when their body sags with exhaustion they’re just now able to feel, Caretaker feels nothing but grief, because it’ll start all over again tomorrow.
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3-2-whump · 17 days
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As much as I love Whumpee x Caretaker...
Rb if you think Caretaker can be a brother, a friend, or just some guy who found Whumpee at the right place, right time and stay that way
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publishinggoblin · 2 months
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Alright alright... @cryptotheism / @normal-horoscopes, I think we've got one more in us.
The third edition of the Normal Tarot is coming... and it's coming March 5th. All-new, full-color illustrations by Ezra Kimbell, this deck will be the final version of the incredible Normal Tarot, designed by the Caretaker.
You can sign up to be notified of our launch on backerkit here!
Oh... What's that? Oh, okay, it won't be alone then.
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@worm-dark, @charminglyantiquated y'all ready for the Gold and Silver decks to finally get reprints? I suppose it is about time, then. We'll have to make them cheaper than last time, to let the most people get a hold of one!
And... what?
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Alright alright, I hear you-- the 1st edition will also be there, in its clean black and white glory.
If you want to be there and be first, please join us here on the teaser page and signup to be notified, help us see how much interest we have! : )
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