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voidwhump · 7 months

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“But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

It begins. I can safely say be ready for a part two to this tomorrow because I already wrote it so it's definitely there!

Ingredients: Unspecified illness, vertigo, nausea mentioned, not expecting help, mostly comfy

They navigate mostly by muscle memory toward their room, drifting into the wall for support without really noticing. The texture of the paint absorbs their focus briefly, cool, slightly rough, before they’re pulled away from the wall to face someone. Do they know him? They squint, but even only a foot or so away from them their vision is blurred. He’s saying something, he’s already quite a ways into saying something in fact. They’ll catch up later, if it’s important he’ll follow up and they’ll deal with it then. They nod at the end of whatever question they were just asked, and their stomach drops as the world tilts abruptly to one side. He’s moved in to catch them, and they push him back, try to form some sort of reassurance. The words don’t come. Their vision goes staticy.

The next thing they hear is a not so quiet conversation being had between the person who stopped them and someone who must be at the end of the hallway. The footsteps of the new person approach rapidly, the floor vibrating a little as they get close. The floor is nice. Lying down might be the only thing they’ll ever do again.

“Have they been out long?” That’s the new one, her voice has body, like the has a cello in her throat.

“Not really, not even thirty seconds I think.”

They should do something, they don’t like that these two are worried about them. Fortunately, opening their eyes seems possible now. They blink, the ceiling coming into focus. That’s better, maybe all they needed was a reset. That thought is quickly proven wrong, though, as they roll their head to look at the two crouching next to them and their vision streaks and breaks as they move. They blink a few times, but the doubled edges of the two worriers don’t resolve. The floor seems to be back at its tilting again as well, despite them being plastered to it. They feel like they’re being pulled down, as if the wood wants to absorb them.

“Hey, are you listening?”

Oh, did they miss something again? They mumble a yes that barely leaves their mouth, and close their eyes to focus on the words.

“I said, do you think you’ll pass out again if you stand up?”

They shrug. “I’ll deal.. With it. I think.” They can hear themself slurring the words and slow down in the middle, sacrificing a normal talking speed for clarity. They roll to get up, swallowing as the lurch the motion causes intensifies the vertigo into nausea. As they sway on their knees, the first person puts an arm around them. They flinch away at first, not expecting the gesture, and he pulls back as they do, but they start to slump back to the floor almost immediately and he moves back in. He’s warm. Just the heat from his arm is enough for their shoulders to relax. They’re standing, albeit with most of their weight on him and now the second person. They’re not sure when she joined him. Or that sure why. They’re up on their feet now. Walking might be challenging, but they’ll have to get back to their room somehow. They are moving though. Mostly being carried, but now that they’ve caught up to the situation they put in some effort, taking some of their weight back. They’re trying to only lean on the two when they lose their balance, but they’re off balance more often than they aren’t. They could use the wall for this, it would be slow but they’d get there. Maybe they come across as too disoriented to find their room, so the two would be walking them there anyway. That would make sense.

They’re still thinking about it when they reach their door. How do the worriers know? Do they know the woman? Or were they guiding the two?

“Key?”

Right, that. They fumble with their pocket and retrieve it. The keyhole proves evasive, the overlapping edges of everything they see combined with the constant dizziness making the small target impossible to hit. Eventually, one of the worriers places their hand over theirs and guides them, and finally they’re at home. This is the end of the line as well then. No reason to think they can’t figure out their own apartment. The man shifts their weight onto the woman and they prepare to be placed in their entryway. They can use the table by the door as support, but the more they think about it, the more it seems like they’ll end up crawling to bed. Maybe they’ll just sleep on the floor.

The world tilts again, but there’s something supporting their head and back. They’re in bed. Did they do that? They jump when the woman places a hand on their knee. She’s still here. She’s probably saying something too, but the bed is soft and they’re done thinking for the day. They’re asleep before she starts taking their shoes off.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #safety net #swooning #lyric #OC #writing #sickfic #sick whump #dizziness #vertigo #nausea mention #hurt/comfort #mostly comfort #whump #fever whump #nameless whumpee #whump writing #here we fucking go bois

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zoethehead · 10 months

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Homunculus in mending

TW's apply: Traumatic event, Nightmares, PTSD, Symptoms similar to withdrawal(considering that Edan was kept under sedation for most of his life in that pod before he broke free), semi-nameless whumpee, and a nonhuman-Ish whumpee

also, the reason that he's dealing with Withdrawal is because he was kept drugged and sedated for years, just enough to keep him unconscious and at bay, not enough to kill him

The Homunculus laid in bed for days; if not weeks, feverish and too tired to truly do much, those taking care of him made sure the pain coursing through his body was eased, and a cool cloth was placed upon his forehead. In the homunculus' sight, he saw the visions of those killed before him, ghostly gory visions of his unknown past. he feverishly mumbled, pleading for these ghastly visions to leave him alone, reaching an arm up. Tears silently rolled down his cheeks as he had no strength left to cry, the exhaustion and delirium soon muddied everything else, and he was pulled back under, though through the fears and pain; he heard someone saying....something, his mind was able to piece it together, as the voice said....

"It's okay, save your strength please.... You will be safe here...

The homunculus slowly started to recover weeks later, the withdrawal from the constant sedation slowly wore off.

He awoke, slowly but surely he would feel warmth, his vision soon clearing, the first thing his sight caught onto was the shadow of a person standing over him.

He jolted up, baring his sharp teeth, snarling at this stranger.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" he growled.

"Hey, hey...... it's alright, you're safe here." the person reassured, stepping back.

The homunculus looked around; the place wasn't even the lab where he had been kept--it was a rustic wooden cabin, one with a cozy bed that he was resting upon. He winced, but chose to not be bothered by the pain, it was more or less the nightmares and agonizing memories that haunted him-- those of the deceased that were mutated together to make him that haunted his mind; alongside not getting to experience 20 years of his life-- though he hadn't known that 20 years had passed.

"Look, I can see that you're quite Wary, are you feeling alright?" the person asked.

The homunculus shook his head.... "N-no..." he answered.

"I understand, you've been dealing with some serious withdrawal for the past few days, I know those symptoms anywhere, doesn't explain the wounds though." the person said.

"How long was I out for?" the homunculus asked.

"About 3 weeks and a half." the human had answered.

The homunculus looked down, seeing bandages wrapped around his arms, chest, almost everywhere where he had bled, and with that; he started to feel soreness around his mouth He put a hand up to his cheek, rubbing it slightly---he saw why though as he looked at his reflection in a cup of water that rested on the nightstand, there were little adhesive band-aids and butterfly bandages adhered to his face, keeping the scars from tearing open again.

"Why did you save me?" the homunculus questioned.

"You found your way near my front door, luckily I had the supplies to try and nurse you back to health." the human said.

The Homunculus saw the window near him, he looked around, seeing a wooded area, sun shining through a cloudy sky.

"What's your name?" the human asked.

"I..... I don't have one....." the homunculus responded.

"Wait, hold on... You don't have a name?" the human questioned.

The Homunculus shook his head. "No..."

"that's quite jarring, usually every person that i've met had a name, you're the first possible living John doe that i've met in my life." the human wondered.

The human thought, an idea came to his mind.

The name that came to mind was "Edan", "Edan Lennox".....

"What about if I call you, Edan Lennox?" the human asked.

The homunculus contemplated that name for a bit before he realized that he'd get used to it.

"Sounds good." Edan said.

"Alrighty then Edan, The name's Oskar--- Oskar Dorsey.

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cold1dead1eyes · 11 months

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17. parental caretaker

"caretaker?" a voice whispered from the doorway to caretaker's bedroom. caretaker wiped away the sleep from their eyes and squinted at the rays of light that bled through the ajar door.

"whumpee?" caretaker muttered. it was the middle of the night, pitch black and silent. whumpee's arms were wrapped around their middle. they looked so small and vulnerable. their thin body was shaking hard enough to see through the darkness, eyes wide and terrified. caretaker's heart clenched. they were just a kid. they shouldn't have to deal with so much pain.

"i had a nightmare." whumpee choked out. they were clearly trying to hold back their tears. caretaker shuffled to sit up and held their arms open.

"oh, kid. come here." whumpee sighed and scampered over to the bed. they clambered on, lunging into caretaker's open arms and burying their face in their neck. they were breathing hard and fast.

"you're okay. you're gonna be okay." caretaker whispered into their hair. they rocked whumpee gently in their arms, rubbing a comforting hand up their back as they tried to calm them down. whumpee gripped desperately at their shirt and took a deep, shaky breath.

"it... it hurts. i'm scared, caretaker. i don't- i don't want it to hurt anymore." caretaker bit their lip in pain. they hugged whumpee closer to their chest, trying to calm them down. whumpee curled up tighter into a ball. they buried their face into caretaker's shirt and felt their heart beat start to slow.

"whumpee, nobody can hurt you now. you're safe here with me, okay? i'm going to keep you safe." caretaker whispered into whumpee's hair like a mantra. i'm going to keep you safe. that's what caretaker always told whumpee, and whumpee wanted to believe it was true. they wanted to stop being the strong one for once.

"promise?" their voice came out soft and broken. caretaker nodded, fingers carding through their hair. they place a soft kiss on the top of whumpee's head.

"yes. i promise. i won't let anyone hurt you, honeybee." whumpee hummed happily and nuzzled into caretaker's chest. they smelt warm and comforting, like home, like safety, like family.

"how about i make you pancakes tomorrow morning? with lots of chocolate chips and whipped cream and caramel syrup?" caretaker slowly lowered both of their bodies to lay down on the bed. they pulled the blanket over whumpee's small body and tucked their head under their chin.

"can i have ice cream too?" whumpee asked, apprehensive. caretaker laughed gently and pat them on the back.

"sure, you can have ice cream." whumpee smiled at that. caretaker could feel it pushed against their neck. they wrapped their arms around caretaker and yawned.

"i'm sleepy." whumpee mumbled, and caretaker tutted.

"then sleep, silly." they bundled whumpee closer and put a protective arm around them. whumpee cuddled into their chest.

"don't worry about anything. i'm right here, nothing can hurt you now." caretaker assured them. whumpee smiled again, and they let themself relax. it was the best sleep they'd had in months.

prompt from @whumpay

#parental caretaker #whump #whump writing #whump drabble #whump prompt #nameless whump #hurt/comfort #kid whumpee #fluff #whumpay2023 #whumpay

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whump3000 · 5 months

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“I’m not okay,” Whumpee whispered, hands wrapped around their knees, softly rocking themselves back and forth. “I’m not okay, and maybe I never was, but that’s okay because maybe some day I will be.”

#whump #whump thoughts #whumpee #highkey a vent but it’s fine #just turning my brain thoughts into nameless blorbos #whump dialogue #whump writing #whump scenario

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cakeinthevoid · 5 months

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She jerked awake, bolting upright with a gasp. She was shivering, but the windows were closed and the bed was warm with the heat of two people. The bed was small. It was no surprise her shaky panting and tremors woke him up.

He adjusted himself to match her position: back to the head board and hands resting on bent knees. He didn’t say anything. As the minutes went on and she regained control of her breathing (and her mind, because despite it all there was still that wretched part of her that could not believe—) he still didn’t say anything.

“I’m not going to apologize,” she said, looking straight ahead.

“I didn’t expect you to.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

She drew in a deep breath through her nose, exhaling slowly. She was fully awake now, not that there was ever any hope of her returning to bed after… that.

It was still there, at the edges of her mind. Clear enough that she could almost regret her sharp command. Conversation might’ve been nice, even if she wasn’t sure how to have one anymore.

“I’ll just grab some water from downstairs,” he said suddenly. Then she realized she had been running her fingers along her neck. She forcefully put them back onto her knees.

”l’m fine,” she said as nonchalantly as she could. ”I’m just going to get to work.” She moved to get up, but he caught her wrist.

She whipped her head at him, glaring, but did not yet pull away.

“Let go.”

He acquiesced. “You should rest. You’ve had a trying few days.”

Oh, it’s been much longer than a few days, but she didn’t correct him.

“I’m no swooning maiden or porcelain doll. I’m fine, and there’s work to do.”

To her surprise, he almost looked frustrated. It was hard to tell, the only source of light being a thin sliver of moon.

“Your highness—“

“Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t call me that.”

“But—“

“I order you not to call me that,” she said mockingly.

He pressed his lips together, and she couldn’t help but smirk.

“I still believe you should rest… Miss,” he tried.

“If you are so—fine. Bring a pitcher of water.” She thought for a moment. “And a candle, if they have any.”

“A candle?”

“You’ll see. Now go. I’ll rest until then.”

“Thank you, Miss.” He hastily got up to leave. She could only roll her eyes to herself, choosing not to correct him again, lest he come up with a worse moniker.

He shut the door gently on his way out. As trying as he was, he could certainly be useful. She liked useful things.

#my cake #Writing prompt #lmaooo yes this was supposed to be a writing prompt #I just really wanted someone who refused to apologize you know #and then this whole thing happened #again. nameless bc this idea was supposed to be a prompt 💀#royal whumpee #<-that happened by accident too lmao #nightmare #one bed trope

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smol-grey-tea · 3 months

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Title Change: Worth and Warmth -> Secret Ending Three

Secret Ending Three - Chapter 3: Pamper

Guys. I think I have a thing for this trope.

The trust. The vulnerability. The domesticity. The platonic, non-sexual nudity.

Why I love this trope so much, I DO not know.

It's still cold, even in the house. The whole place is full of the remainders of gift wrappings and ripped packaging. It's a huge mess, but it's fun to leave everything out and pretend Christmas never ended.

The world we've found ourselves in itself has traces of every single version of events. I'm glad every Christmas we had was a good one.

Today was hectic. I'm beginning to understand why it's called Boxing Day, what with how it feels like you've been thrown in the ring. We all stayed at the department store all day preparing for our future with the seven of us, buying clothes and groceries. Dinner was rushed but comforting and warm in this storm of emotions. I think we're all just about ready to head to bed immediately.

I can't help but yawn as I sit down to write in my diary again. It feels like only now I can finally take a breather and I just stare at the past pages, pen in hand.

The words are smudged. Not because of being tampered with, but because each past diary entry had been written all on top of each other in a way that's beyond comprehension. I think I should invest in better quality pens anyway though.

He opens my door without knocking and just stands in the doorway, looking at me. I can already see the beginnings of faint dark circles forming under his eye.

"Ready for bed? You look tired."

"I do..? If you say so," he said, perching on the corner of the bed. After getting home, one of the topics brought up at dinner were our sleeping arrangements. We decided on going with the same arrangements we'd had at the beginning, while he can sleep with me in my bed.

"I've never slept before."

"Really?" I turned around and put my pen down at his comment. "I thought you'd been human for a while already."

"Yeah, but the Abandoned Toys Room isn't like the normal world. We all appear human there, but time flows differently and we don't need to eat or sleep."

"This must all be so new for you then."

"Tell me about it."

I followed his eyes as he looked down and fidgeted with his left sleeve. I didn't notice until now how his fingernails had such dirt underneath them and were incredibly jagged and cracked.

I took this moment to study the rest of his body as well. He was wearing the clothes I originally found him in: his ripped white shirt with the dark purple trousers and accessories. His hair was dry and tangled in places and his bare feet were near black with dirt. How could I have left him in such a state for so long?

"Are you really okay like this??"

"Like what?"

"Like...like this! I can't believe I was so reckless with you when I was little. You don't even have both eyes anymore, you're so dirty!"

"Well, it's not really fun, no. But I've lived like this for a long time now, I'm used to it."

"No, this isn't right. No matter how much you're used to it."

"Hm?"

I leapt up from my seat and took his hands in mine, determined.

"I'm no longer the kind of person who will leave you to rot. I promise you, for real this time, I'm gonna fix my mistakes. Let's start with fixing you."

"Just what do you mean by that??"

"I'm saying, why don't I give you a pamper day? You probably don't know how to care for yourself, right? Since you're so new to being human?"

"Oh..."

"So I'll take care of you! Does that sound good?"

"I hated being thrown in the washing machine..."

"No, don't worry. Human hygiene is nothing like that! It's actually kind of relaxing, I promise."

"Ah, I see..."

"So what do you think? Shall I help you get clean and ready for bed?"

"Well... Alright. Maybe it'll be good to get a good dusting for once."

"Yay! Let's go! I promise I'll do my best to help!"

"First of all, let's brush your teeth." She says this with her back turned to me, as she's leaned over the bath, running the water. The sound of the rushing tap is loud and the smell of the bubble bath concoction she's generously pouring in has already filled the room.

I find a spare toothbrush in the cabinet next to the sink and make my attempt at squeezing the paste onto the bristles. Despite the limited dexterity in my left arm, I manage to empty a sufficient enough amount. It should be the size of a pea, right?

"Woah, you did well with the toothpaste. You could've let me do it for you, you know?"

"It's easy enough. But how am I supposed to use this in my mouth?"

"It's alright, it's easier than it looks. You have to open your mouth and brush each tooth, not too rough."

Cautiously, I sniffed the wooden stick before biting into it gently. The paste's minty flavour was strong, and I wrinkled my nose at it initially, but soon warmed up to its biting cold. I enjoyed placidly chewing on it a lot more than I thought I would.

"I don't know if that's how you're supposed to do it, but if you're happy like that, it's fine. It is your first time after all... How about you try smiling and I can brush the front teeth for you to show you how I do it?"

"Hmm..." I furrowed my brows at her before remembering her promise not to treat me like she used to, then gave a hesitant nod.

"Okay. Here." She held her hand out to me and I placed the brush in her palm. "Now say cheese!" she beamed. I bared my teeth in response, not as a simple following of instructions, but as a reflection of her own contagious smile.

The way she held the brush looked like an inconvenience to her, what with the awkward angle she'd have to approach brushing someone else's teeth from. However, although it felt as if she too were new to this activity from her shakiness, the sensation wasn't invasive too much, and it was more of a pain to stand so still than to feel the back-and-forth of the brush.

I forgot all about the unpleasantness of the paste's vibrancy when watching her face as she worked. Her lips pressed together in a tight line. Her brow creased, as mine did before, now in concentration. Her yellow eyes were trained on me, and I silently counted the number of times she blinked, noting the immensity of her pupils and the intricacies of her irises.

"That's basically how it's done. Do you think you can take it from there? Just try and do what I did but along the tops and bottoms of your teeth too, and where I couldn't reach. Oh, and you can spit out the paste if it gets annoying."

I silently asked for the toothbrush back, holding out my own hand. After spitting some of the annoyance into the sink, I stuck the brush back in, ready to make a better attempt. As she said, it wasn't nearly as difficult as it seemed, just a bit tedious. Although, her demonstration made it much easier to understand. Soon, I felt much more refreshed and clean, and washed the rest of the mixture out, satisfied.

"How did you find that?"

"Not bad. A bit gross."

"Then that sounds good enough. Are you ready for the bath? The water seems like a good temperature now."

"Hmmm. Why not?" Can't be half as bad as last time, right?

I dipped a finger in the water, crouched down on the floor after removing all my clothes. It felt strange to be without them. Sitting in a tub of warm water might feel stranger though. Gingerly, I stepped in and acclimated to the steaming heat. It felt nice to sit, surrounded by mounds of bubbles.

"Are you in yet?"

"I'm up to my ears in bubbles, you can look now."

"Okay... Oh my god." Her face lit up in surprise as she laid eyes on me. "You look so cute like that! Like you're hiding in the bubbles! So cute!"

"Heh... It does feel nice."

"Right? And check this out too!" She produced from the cabinet a small pink ball. "It's a bath bomb. I haven't used one of these in a while, since I tend to shower more than bathe, but I thought it might be fun for you to use!"

"What does it do?"

"Umm, it's easier to show than explain. It kinda just fizzes and makes really pretty colours in the water. I've also got a couple rubber duckies to help you relax too." I do like ducks.

The bath bomb fizzled almost immediately as it landed in the water. It sank straight to the bottom and I watched the pink fizz reach the surface enthusiastically, before it began to spread across the expanse of the bath.

The fizz mingled with the bubbles, tinging them pink and the rubber duck bobbed along, looking startled.

"Alright! Then if you're comfortable in there, shall we begin?" she asked, rolling her sleeves back for the tenth time. I nodded in response, more occupied by swishing the water around me and popping bubbles.

"Okay then! First of all, let's make sure you're all properly wet. I'm gonna fill this jug with water and pour it over your hair, okay? I'll use my other hand to shield your face though. Ready?"

"Ready."

"Okay. Remember to hold your breath."

I squeezed the rubber duck while I held my breath as the warm water hugged my hair and trickled down my face. It felt strange and I couldn't help but giggle at the sensation, which then accidentally allowed some of the water into my mouth. That part didn't taste or feel good.

She lightly dabbed my face with a towel in apology before picking up a bottle of something. When she opened the lid, it smelled floral.

"Next, let's do the shampoo." She squirted some of the floral stuff into her hand with a squelch and began to massage it into my scalp. Her hands were small and soft, working up a lather with care.

When she said she was going to pamper me, I hadn't expected for it to really feel like it. She rinsed out the shampoo after ensuring that my hair was thoroughly frothy, then did the same with the conditioner. She also kneaded some body wash into my skin in slow and soft circular motions.

While playing with the mountainous bubbles, I piled a fistful on top of my hair like a wig, when I noticed that I couldn't find a single knot or tangle. It felt refreshing to be able to card my fingers through my hair without issue, as soft and light and breathable as stuffing. My hands too were free of dust or grime, now along with my feet, wriggling at the other end of the bath with Sir Ducky. Perhaps this human hygiene thing looked not to be such a bad idea afterall.

"Okay, we're all done. Are you ready to get out now?"

"Aww, do I have to?"

"Oh, are you enjoying it then? I'm glad! But the water's dirty now, so it would be best to get out. Don't worry though, we can definitely do this again another time!"

"Aww... Okay then."

Fascinated, I watched the water all swirl into a mini whirlpool down the drain, leaving only a residue of pink bubbles and a lonely rubber duck. Meanwhile, I was cloaked in a fluffy purple bathrobe and she rubbed my hair through thoroughly with a separate towel.

Back in the bedroom, I sat on her desk chair while she sat on the corner of the bed as she brushed and blow dried my hair. The sound of the hairdryer was powerful but the heat was alright. I could already feel how quickly I was becoming dry.

"Hmm, let's see... Next, how about we take care of those nails?"

"My nails?"

"Yeah, they're a bit too long, aren't they? If they get too long, you might end up scratching yourself or they might break on their own."

"Oh..." Running my fingers over the sharpness of my nails didn't exactly feel good, in truth.

"It's okay though, all we have to do is file them down. They will grow back, so we don't have to worry."

"Oh, okay." Human bodies sure are strange.

She leaned over towards me, holding a sandpaper stick over a bin, with my hand gently cradled in hers again. Awkwardly but kindly, the stick made back and forth motions on each nail, slowly sanding each down to a smooth, round shape. It was slightly painful and filled the place with dust, but I enjoyed how my human fingers now resembled my old paws with their softer edges.

"How's that? I tried to get it as neat as I could."

"It's per..." I tried to speak but was interrupted by my own yawn. "... Perfect."

"Are you getting sleepier? That's cute. Why don't you get changed into your new pyjamas then and let's get into bed?"

She wiped off the dust from my fingers before I got changed into my starry pyjamas. They were a bit bigger than I expected but I do prefer long sleeves anyway, so I don't mind it that much.

"Oh, one more thing." I'd gotten under the covers and I was about to lay down when she stopped me. "Give me your hands again."

I hesitated for not even a second before obeying, and she happily massaged into my hands another cream that she meticulously rubbed into the skin of each finger, along each knuckle and into my palms. I took my hands back when she was satisfied and lifted them up to my nose. It smelled like watermelon.

Once she'd also gotten changed, we huddled together under the covers, entangled in each other's limbs.

"Oh, but-" I winced.

"What's up? Is it too close?"

"No, it's not that. It's just...my arm."

"Oh! Sorry! Let's swap sides."

I wriggled my bad arm out from underneath her and she crawled over me to the opposite side of the bed. We resumed our position again, without as much pins and needles, now comfortable.

"How do you feel now?"

"Happy." I couldn't help but beam. I hope I can properly convey how I feel. I'm not used to expressing happy emotions.

"Hehe, I did mean about the bath and everything, but it does make me happy to hear that."

"Oh, I feel very soft, yes. That too."

"Okay, that's good. And it didn't feel too difficult for you to do yourself next time, right? I'll still help you if you're getting used to it, but how do you feel about doing it yourself?"

"Hmm, I think it should be okay. It might be difficult, but I think I can do it. Do humans have to do this every day?"

"Not everyday. Well, I think Yuri does. But people usually shower more often than bathe since it's quicker. It's just easier to bathe you while you're sitting in a bath though. Eventually, I'll teach you to use the shower too, if you'd like."

"I'd like that..."

"Me too."

I burrowed deeper under the duvet and buried my head into the crook of her neck. In response, she rested her hand upon my head, gently playing with my soft hair.

I've missed this. So much.

I sighed happily, "Goodnight, owner."

I felt her smile above me. "Goodnight."

Didn't realise til now how much I loved the trope of someone who takes care of someone, who then repays them by taking care of them. ^^^^^^ Nameless watched over her when she was a child. But while she grew up, he stayed the same, and now is a child compared to her. Now she looks after himmmmmm 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#my post #nameless the one thing you must recall #ntotymr #cheritz #whump #whumpee turned caretaker #caretaker turned whumpee #writeblr

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physsting · 1 year

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Kennel 12 Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

CW: Pet whump, self-harm

800 words. Normally I wouldn't put 800 words below a readmore, but it's a long 800 words

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The lady tugged him out of the cage and down the hallway, frowning at its loping three limbed gait but saying nothing. She walked at a pace just faster than comfortable, the guard dogs following at a few paces behind. They opened into a reception area, with a desk and another lady behind it and clean, clean floors.

"Checking him out, Ms. Black?" The desk lady asked.

"Taking him home, actually," the lady replied.

The thing tuned out the rest of the conversation, frowning down at its grimy grimy skin against the clean clean tiles. It wiped a hand against a tile and left a streak. The concrete floor of the cage was dirty enough that it hadn't really noticed it's own filth, but now in stark contrast with the reception area it was hard to ignore. A tear landed on the floor, brown with the dirt it picked up over its face. It recoiled away, leaning back on its heels and pulling the leash taught. The conversation above faltered and the lady tugged on the leash. It pulled the creature forward, and rather than go down on its good hand again it chose to shuffle forward. That put it too close to the desk to sit comfortably and it whined, rolling its good shoulder in discomfort and leaning back on its heels as far as it could. The lady jerked the leash again and let out a frustrated sigh. It cringed at the tone and tensed, sitting very still still too close to the desk.

The conversation dragged on with many forms to sign. Eventually it decided to lean its forehead against the white wood, at least to take the pressure off its other muscles. It's brain swirled in circles.

Trapped.

Open.

Gag.

Collar.

Trapped.

It let out another whine and banged its head lightly against the desk. It's shoulder ached something fierce and every second with the gag stretching its mouth open pulled it more and more into the swirl.

Open.

Vulnerable.

Prod.

Knife.

Open.

It banged its head against the desk harder, and just for the moment it connected it's brain was quiet. The thoughts came again though.

Knife.

Blood.

Agony.

Sear.

Open.

Harder again, blissful quiet and raucous shouting.

Pain.

PAIN.

Thud.

PAIN

SCREAM

BLOOD

THUD.

"Oh my god!" The lady yanked the leash, pulling it away hard enough for it to fall flat on its back. A red and brown smudge stained the wood where it had been resting its head. The lady knelt down, grabbed its head and turned it this way and that. It twisted out of her hands with a grunt and rolled over and got to its knees, bad arm still clutched against its chest. The lady looked...concerned. She looked at it for a moment, breathing hard, and reached for its head again. It shrank away as far as it could with the leash.

"Okay," she said to herself before getting to her feet. She reassured the desk lady that everything was okay before pulling on the leash again. The thing followed at the far end of the lead, head swimming a little, thoughts muted. She led it over to the glass doors to the outside. The thing vaguely knew it should be running for the outside, but its head hurt and its thoughts wouldn't quite form a coherent line. A car was parked directly outside, a small cage on a hoist set up in front of the back seat. That did get a reaction, a flood of fear flowing into the thing's chest. It stopped in the entryway, leaning back and resisting the tug of the leash.

No. Cage. Small. Trapped.

The lady turned and gave it a look. Concern and irritation and disbelief. She looked at it for a second before her eyes flicked up to the guard dogs still lingering by the hallway door. She jerked her head to motion them over.

"Get him in the cage," she ordered.

The guard's hands curled around the things arms again, snapping it out of its trance. The pulled it up, one on each arm, and carried it over to the small small cage while it kicked in the air and let out little grunts and cries. They stuffed it headfirst into the cage, shoving it roughly inside and locking the door behind it.

The thing froze as the latch clicked, darkness enveloping it. It pressed its hands against the sides, arched it's back against the top, and started to cry. The hoist whirred as it lifted the cage into the car and set it on the backseat. The lady took the straps off and lingered in front of the cage door.

"Its a short way to the vet's, don't do anything too bad before then."

#whump #whump fic #pet whump #pet whumpee #whump writing #nameless oc #my writing #my ocs #ya boy needs a name #my writing kennel 12

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painonthebrain · 4 months

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DAY #10: Tio de Nadal

Conditioning | Left to die | Final countdown

CWs: Servant whumpee, royal whumper, whumpee being taken from parents (brief mention/backstory), conditioned whumpee

Servant had been taken from their parents long ago, wrenched from their arms and shipped away to the palace.

Now they stood, years after, waiting for commands from the very person who had ordered it to be so.

Watching The Royal sit and chat with the rest of high society, not allowed a seat of their own, waiting to be asked to make tea or bring them cards or fetch them finely made treats another servant had made. Left in the background, idly tidying anything The Royal and their “friends” had dirtied.

Dull, routine, they took it all without question. Whatever The Royal wanted, The Royal would get, no resistance involved. It’d been much easier to obey anyway, and other servants had less dignified tasks, relegated to tending the stables and sleeping outside.

Servant was so lucky to be here.

They reminded themself that every time they found themself at The Royal’s mercy for their mistakes.

I am so lucky.

#amow winter whumperland 2023 #conditioning #servant whump #servant whumpee #nameless characters #my writing #decided to do some nameless stuff for this day #cause its easy and also cause i have no servant ocs BSKSVSHS #need to change that tbh #this is also extremely short cause im trying to finish this challenge without dying

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suspicious-pools-of-blood · 1 year

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Yes yes this is more than one sentence I know sshhhh

She held out her hands. In one hand she loosely gripped a knife, over the other lay a thick leather belt.

“Which one do you want?”

Neither. They didn't want either of them. They didn't want to get cut, they didn't want to bleed, they didn't want to get flogged. They didn't want to hurt for someone else's pleasure. But what they wanted was irrelevant; they knew that.

#This is from a quick little drabble I wrote yesterday between climbs at the gym #Still gotta clean it up but I'll post it soon #Got inspired by a prompt about asking whumpee to pick their punishment #Thank you for the ask!#Also this is a nameless drabble but I wrote it with Elvan and Calyx in mind (big surprise)

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painsandconfusion · 4 months

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Answering this ask here instead of on my old blog for obvious reasons.

We use the word 'whumpee' to talk about that kind of character (one who is getting hurt) in general as well as using it as a placeholder for an unnamed character.

Not that notes matter a ton to the writing, but it does give a good indication of what the people like - and people don't like committing to a named character.

Sometimes I write a scene and the character DEMANDS to be called by their name and I write it in. Those 'named' scenes always get about 1/3 the notes as my 'unnamed drabbles'. It's just easier to read. Less commitment, less names to remember, less of that impending feeling that you're about to read something that has series context you need to catch up on first or that you're entering the story halfway.

As a general rule for myself, all my standalone scenes are nameless drabbles, and my series have named characters.

#sand asks #writing asks #whump community

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shywhumpauthor · 1 year

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Masterpost

<<Please read before requesting>>

I accept requests for drabbles, snippets, prompt lists, asks regarding my series, pretty much anything—given that the topic of the request is within my comfort zone

Art sideblog: @charcoalsketches

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(I will try to keep this updated to current)

Writing Challenges

The Merry Whump of May 2022

Summer of Whump 2022

Whumptober 2022

Whumpuary 2023

The Merry Whump of May 2023

Two Weeks of Whump 2023

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Prompts

Plushie Whump // Defiant Lab Whump // Desert Whump // Mute Whumpers~Caretakers // Shivering // Doctor Whumpers // Comfort Plushies // Healing Powers // Betrayed by Team // Humane Whumpers // Bath Time With Trauma // Short Betrayal Thing // Mean Caretaker // Lab Rat Whumpee = Lonely // Some Dialogue // Whumpers Who Get Carried Away // Rating Whump Locations // Experiment Prompt List // How Whumpee Meets Caretaker Prompt List // Mock Executions // Captured Prince Prompt List // Teammate Caretaker x Leader Whumpee // Belts as Restraints // Recovery Center List // Doghouse // Feral Whumpee Recovery // Torture Idea // Both Caretaker and Whumpee are Captives // Ribbons (Short Snippet) // Safety in Restraints // Two Beds // Caretaker is New Master // Brutal Whump Idea // Bleeding Ungrateful // Old Wounds // Tally // Injured Back // Tied to a Table // Driver // Redeemed Villain Captured With Team // Gentle Pet Whump // Ear Pains // Hero Being Manipulated Snippet // Signs of Whump // Morgue Prompt // Cold in Captivity // Sharp Teeth Supernatural Whumpee // Broken Whumpees and Regret // Possessive Whumpers // Tucked in // Auction Prep // Emergency Contact // Marbles // Familiar Whumpee and Whumper // Sunburn +Whipping // Overworked // Branded Handprints //

Other Prompts

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Drabble Masterpost

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Series

The Prince of a Bloodstained Game (completed)

My first ever series, made a while ago. Royal Whumper Leonidas, spy Whumpee who was sent to kill him Harlow. My advice, just don't. Don't go there. I haven't looked back. Who knows what horrors await in my old writing

A Drop Of Honey

Probably my most consistent series tbh, ongoing for months. I only work on it when requested. Bitch Whumpee called Bee, no other characters are worthy of names. We've got Friend and Whumper, that's it

Red Stained Riches

(Whumptober 2022) Kaden shouldn't have gone to the party. Rich creepy whumper named Mathias. Ongoing.

Surveillence

Whumpuary 2022. Ignore how the first 12 parts are nameless, I’m slowly going back to fix it. Noah is a spy, and hell is he in over his head

Landline

Coriander took a turn a bit too fast during a storm, and they ended up on the wrong person’s doorstep.

To the Victor the Spoils

A choose-your-own-adventure, interactive whump series

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My Old Writing Masterlist

In my most professional opinion, just stay away.

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sunshiline-writes · 7 months

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Drabble: Eat Your Heart Out

UH... yeah I had a rough week and decided to take it out on a nameless whumpee. Enjoy! this is REALLY FUCKED please heed warnings

CW: Autocannbalism!!!!!, GORE!!!!, Sadistic whumper, implied drugging, restraints, scapels, ummm medical whump?? kinda?? maybe?? idk?? general fuckedupness of my drabbles I guess. __

They were strapped down, wrists, ankles, knees, waist, neck and forehead all held by soft leather straps. The irony of it was that whumpee wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable. They just wanted to be able to move. But everything seemed fuzzy, they tried to remember why they were here, but couldn’t quite paint a clear picture. They had been walking to their car.. and then everything went black. Now they laid here, staring at an artificial light that seemed all too bright. Everything was too bright and the smell of cleaning supplies burned their nose. It wasn’t enough to wake them from the dreamlike state they were in. It was all a bit too unreal for them to truly register. They closed their eyes for a second and when they opened them again, someone stood over them. “Hello Whumpee. Remember me?��

Whumpee thought hard and forgetting their restraints tried to shake their head. “Oh that’s okay darling, I figured it would be hard for you. You and I met a long time ago. Once. You said that you would wait for me.” Whumper moved from Whumpee’s line of sight and they tried desperately to remember what they were talking about. The thoughts in their mind moved slowly and they whimpered slightly.

“Please.. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Where am I? What..” They were cut off when something cold touched their lips. It took them a second to realize that it was a scapel. Whumpee’s lips remained firmly closed. Even as Whumper, slid the flat of the blade against their lips, down their chin, neck and stopping in the middle of their sternum. “Shhhh,” whumper cooed, “Shut up. You were supposed to wait for me, you were supposed to love ME forever and ever. I was only gone for a year. Prison was so hard. But you.. you got me through. The thought of you.” “Please I have no idea who you are!” “SHUT UP,” the yell startled whumpee into silence and they felt tears burning at their eyes, “You can pretend all you want. But I know you remember me. I know it. You broke my heart whumpee.”

“I don’t know who you are! You crazy son of a-“ The scapel dipped into the skin with a fierce sting, just over their heart. The cut curved and slid down. Whumpee cut themselves off with a scream. Fighting uselessly against the restraints. The scapel cut deeper, probably through about an inch and blood flowed down Whumpee’s chest, as they screamed until their voice was raw. “You were always so loud,” whumper said absentmindedly, “never shut up.” Whumper dug the scapel in again on the opposite side, curving and then down at a diagonal until it reached the other gorge in their chest. They cut again and again until it was deep enough.

Whumpee screamed the whole time. Panting heavily as each breath brought new waves of pain through them. “please.. whatever I did, im sorry.. im so sorry.” “You’re not sorry. You’re just in pain,” Whumper said as they liked the flat of the scape, humming with satisfaction. “Yes, now, this next part will hurt, but just try and stay awake.” Whumper grabbed an edge of the cut they had made, the abstract heart on their chest, lifted slightly and with a look of determination, began to cut under the skin. Whumpee screamed and sobbed as the scapel worked under the skin, sliding easily through the layers. Until the skin was held up by whumper, completely away from their chest where it was supposed to be. Waves of revulsion, nausea and pain ran cold through whumpee as they fought not to vomit. “P-Please… stop..”

“No I don’t.. think I will. You know.. this is a very sad rendition of how you made me feel when you left me to rot. When you went off and got with someone new while I was away. Now.. now I want you to eat you fucking heart out.”

“No.. No no..” Whumpee screamed in a panic, sinking against the restraints but they couldn’t turn away. Not even clamping their mouth shut could help. Especially when Whumper, clamped their nose closed with their bloody fingers. Forcing them to open their mouth to breath. As soon as their mouth opened in a gasp. Whumper shoved the heart shaped skin in their mouth and slammed a hand over whumpees mouth. “There we go. Now you know how it feels huh?”

They just tasted blood and they retched as the skin felt loose and soggy in their mouth. “Eat it whumpee. Or we do this again and again and again until we get it right.”

Whumpee swallowed, and whumper tsked in disappointment. “You were supposed to chew.” They released the hand from their mouth and the retched, trying to keep down the growing sense of nausea. “Lets try this again.”

The scapel stung as they carved just over their ribs.

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#whumpblr #whump #whump blog #sunshine drabbles #sunshine writes whump #autocannibalism #carving #scapels #GORE #cw: gore #gore #sadistic whumper #implied drugging #blood #violence #really gross descriptions lmfao

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