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#scary caretaker
bltzgore · 4 months
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Currently fixating on caretaker who's not all human letting their voice drop as dark and monstrous as they can. They make unflinching eye contact with whumper, and with all the vitriol and burning rage in their body tell whumper, "Don't you fucking touch them."
It is not a warning, not even a command. It is a promise.
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jordanstrophe · 6 months
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Whumper was interrogated while caretaker watched from beyond the glass. Whumper gleefully spoke about everyone they tortured, recalling in great detail. Whumpee in particular was a prominent subject; they seemed to be whumpers favorite.
Each word ate at caretaker; whatever whumper spoke of, caretaker imagined a worse thing to do as revenge.
The interrogator comes back and caretaker demands "just 5 minutes alone" through fuming tears. The interrogator notes caretakers hands in fists, their body shaking with anger, their eyes pure hatred.
"No." They gently shake their head.
"Why." Caretaker spat.
"Because I know what you can do in 5 minutes and I need them alive."
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justbreakonme · 7 months
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I love super strong/jacked caretakers with weak or tiny whumpees, especially with the Whumpee-thinks-caretaker-is-their-new-master trope.
The whole “I just have to pray that they mean it when they say they’re not going to hurt me because it would be so easy for them”
“They could kill me without even trying.”
“They’re only being so merciful because they know I’m too weak to fight back so they don’t need to waste their time…”
And of course the caretaker-uses-their-strength-for-good and beats whumpers ass, and suddenly whumpee realizing that, yes, caretaker was a formidable master, but…a protective one too.
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whump-blog · 9 months
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Whump Art 10
Caretaker feeding pieces of apple to an injured tiny Whumpee.
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whump-place · 3 months
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Caretakers that are famous/important figures in the real world; a prestigious doctor, lawyer, painter, etc., when they end up taking care of a nobody whumpee.
Especially if Caretaker is well known for being cruel/mean to anything and anyone they don't consider worth their time, but that has a soft spot for Whumpee!!
Whumpee being all scared for Caretaker's reputation or looks, thinking that they might hurt them but that ends up meeting a soft and caring person that would do anything for them.
Wouldn't that be the cutest?
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the-baby-storyteller · 11 months
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Whumpee was too scared to breathe in the tense atmosphere between them and Caretaker.
Their impulses got the better of them and they risked a glance up at Caretaker's face. Stormy, clouded eyes and angry hands pounding at a mixture greeted them back.
Their eyes quickly skittered back down.
"Whumpee," Caretaker's voice rumbled lowly.
Whumpee jerked.
"Y-yes!"
They quickly jolted their head up despite their desperate urge to hide from Caretaker.
Caretaker still wasn't facing them, choosing to focus their attention on rhythmically pounding the medicine as severely and menacingly as they could. Still, their ire was unconcealed.
"You will stay here." No room for alternative was present in that tone.
Whumpee swallowed. "Yes," they let out quietly.
"You will remain lying down until I tell you."
Pound.
"You will not be going out or endangering yourself in foolish, preventable situations."
Pound.
Whumpee held back a flinch.
"And you will not"
Pound.
"get hurt again."
Caretaker turned to them then, sending a icy glare their way.
Whumpee started, paling a little.
“Y-Yes, sir." They stuttered out.
Caretaker stared a moment longer, causing drops of sweat to accumulate on Whumpee's forehead, and then finally turned back to grinding their poultice.
Despite the beads of sweat, a shiver ran through Whumpee as one thought stood out to them among the torrent of thoughts rushing through their head.
Do not make Caretaker angry.
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whumpshots · 6 months
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Whumptober #20
Trope of the day: “You will regret touching them.”
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Whumper's sick joy is visible in their smile as they explain to caretaker what they did to whumpee ... to the broken shell that is finally safe and at home. Caretaker didn't expect to find whumper that fast, but they seem to pride themself with their actions.
"They stopped screaming so fast ... almost as if they gave up immediately," whumper says with a happy sigh, knowing how provocative they are acting.
Anger makes their fists shake, they jaw clench as they take a step towards whumper and look them in the eye. Their own voice is low and almost soft when they finally utter their answer. “You will regret touching them.”
A spark in whumper's eyes is enough to make caretaker realise that they have already won. Whumper is scared. Because they should be.
When caretaker patches up their bruised and bloody knuckles, all they can think of is the satisfaction they felt when whumper lost their defiant smile.
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whumpywizard · 3 months
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A hermit!Caretaker that lives in the woods off the grid as a hunter/survivalist.
They moved as far as possible from society because they rarely got on well with others (they were too direct, too stoic, too intimidating etc.). Maybe they just didn't want to get too close to others for a specific reason.
Cue an escaped!Whumpee laying at their doorstep one night, covered in what looks to be rope burns, bruises, and welts.
Between Whumpee's pleas for help, Caretaker pieces together that serial killer!Whumper is hunting them down.
Luckily for Whumpee, Caretaker is far betting at tracking and hunting game.
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redd956 · 1 year
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Intimidating/Deadly Caretakers
I personally prefer and love a caretaker dynamic where Caretaker is feared, powerful, or highly skilled in a way. Strong, intimating, potentially deadly caretakers. Buff bois, and gorls, all that such...
-Caretakers who are muscular, known to be strong, and don’t hesitate to manhandle all of their problems
-Caretaker with scars (secretly from biking but they’re not telling anyone that)
-Caretakers who are soldiers, villains, unexpected doctors
-Caretakers who are nonhuman and therefor deadly by human standards
-Stoic, quiet, or downright scary/intimidating caretakers where even Whumpee is at a loss
-Caretakers who are feared by Whumper just as much as Whumpee
-Caretakers who aren’t all sweets, smothering, and excessively motherly
-Caretakers who aren’t two-dimensional; where their only personality traits come from the fact that they are a caregiver and caring for someone
-Caretakers who stumble across their whumpees in suspicious ways
-Caretakers donning heavy gear, equipped with weapons, unafraid of dangerous terrain/situations
-Caretakers who are culturally different them whumpee, because my favorite trope is two characters who are culturally different
-Caretakers who glare at the team, and the team scatters or straightens up
-Caretakers who are larger than the other characters, and aren’t just the same stereotypical leader guy that I see everywhere
-Caretakers that defy all the common stoic caretaker tropes, but are still intimidating
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waywardwhump · 2 years
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The whumper and whumpee both freeze in place. Stock still, eyes on the door, neither daring to breathe.
Movement in the other room, a tired sigh. It was distinctly the caretaker's voice.
The whumper looks down at the whumpee. The whumpee meets their gaze.
If the caretaker sees them like this, the whumper is dead, and they very well know this. The whumpee can see it clawing up inside them.
The tiniest sound of distress will bring the caretaker running.
The whumpee's heart pounds hard against their ribcage, and they keep themself quiet. So quiet, even as the thrill of holding the whumper's life in their hands rolls through them.
The minutes feel like hours. They both listen to the caretaker rummage around the room. They hear it when the caretaker leaves.
The whumper pulls away from the whumpee, away from bleeding wounds and battered flesh that will soon bruise, and when they speak their voice is just barely above a whisper. "What...is wrong with you?"
The whumpee smiles that defiant, self assured smile they always pull, the one that the whumper was so very recently trying to stomp out. "Many things. But more importantly, what's wrong with you? I never took you for the type to be a coward."
It's a lie. The whumpee absolutely knows the whumper is a coward. They also know a panic attack when they see one, and they were hoping that a blow to the whumper's pride would be enough to knock them out of it.
It wasn't. If anything, the fear was only escalating. The whumper was well and truly spooked, backing away, ready to bolt.
"Well. Fine." The whumpee shrugs. "If you want to talk later, you know where to find me."
And then the whumper is gone, scrambling out the door, leaving the whumpee to chuckle wryly at their sudden absence.
They'll be back. Twice as angry as before, if the whumpee knows them as well as they think they do.
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wlw-cryptid · 1 year
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hakusins · 23 days
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great hawk the adorable the terror doodles!
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jordanstrophe · 4 months
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CW: Vengful caretaker, whumper turned whumpee
Whumper was chained in a room kept in pure darkness. Caretaker abruptly flicked the light on, causing whumper to wince.
"Good morning." Caretaker said flatly, shuffling through a handful of papers. "Not that you know it's morning. You don't know anything."
"Wh-.... What do you w-want now..." Whumper hissed, spitting on the floor that had a tint of blood. 
"Just to update you on our little favorite. I'm about to bring whumpee home from the hospital. Were all so very excited." Caretaker smiled, they held up a picture of them and whumpee together. Whumpee was smiling a small simple smile; there was a healing bruise on their face almost faded, amongst other cuts and wounds.
"Look at them, precious aren't they? They've come a long way since-" they side-eyed whumper up and down with a fallen expression.
-Well, since you." They stared.
"If you want revenge, then take it already! I'm sitting right here..." Whumper scouled.
"Well I intend to." Caretaker leaned in closely as whumper reeled. "I'm undoing everything you did, break everything you built, rebuild everything you broke; and you're going to watch it all." Caretaker held the photo close to their chest tight enough it crinkled. 
"Then I'm going to take revenge. You can die knowing you achieved nothing." 
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justbreakonme · 1 year
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Continued from this
“I’m not the worst person you’ve met, am I?”
It was an impossible question and they knew it.
“Please, I can’t- there’s not- I don’t know, sir, I’m sorry-“
He raised a hand, cutting them off. They silenced themself instantly, not even daring to breathe.
They had been a victim of this game before. Asked questions they couldn’t answer, punished for whatever they said. In a way, it shouldn’t matter. They should just stop trying to find the right answers and just brace themselves. But they couldn’t stop trying.
It was going to start all over again. The questions, the waiting, the pain. Pain, pain, always pain with nothing they could say or do to stop it.
Please, just cut out my tongue and be done with it. Or kill me, please, anything to make it stop…
“It’s a rhetorical question,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Just- Eat. Then go to sleep. I’ll figure out whatever the fuck is going on in the morning.”
“Yes sir, thank you, sir.”
They can breathe now, the painful tightness easing slightly. Not much. But a little.
He was gone without another word, letting the door swing shut with a slam that made their entire body jerk.
The lock clicked, and they were alone. For the first time in so, so long.
Closing their eyes, they took a deep breath, trying to let their heart slow down for a moment.
Then they smelled the food.
They practically ripped the paper bag to shreds, snatching up the apple as it rolled away with both hands.
Tears and apple juice dripped to the floor in tandem as they sunk their teeth in, relief and honest joy flooding their body in equal measure.
They hadn’t eaten in days, but the true luxury was the apple.
It was cold and sweet and real, they hadn’t had anything they could recognize as growing out of the ground in…how long had it been?
Years, they realized, their heart sinking somehow lower. But they weren’t going to linger on that now.
Scooting back to lean against the wall, they let their head fall back, closing their eyes once more as they chewed.
Horrors waited for them in the morning, they knew that. There was no way to escape, they didn’t even bother to look. There never was and there never would be.
But in this moment, there was peace.
They wrapped the blanket around their shoulders and ate the apple as slowly as they could manage, leaving only the stem and seeds.
There was a sandwich too, buried under a bag of chips and a granola bar. They tried to make every bite last, every sip of water count. Who knows when they would get this luxury again?
He let them have this.
As if it were nothing.
Now that they were full, better than they had been in months, they gathered up the wrappers and the apple seeds, tucking them carefully into the chip bag. They set the trash neatly in the corner out of the way, then shifted a bit to lay down.
Back to the wall, facing the door. Their arm under their head for a pillow, knees up to their chest for the tiny bit of protection it offered.
They pulled the blanket up with a soft sigh, then grabbed the nearly empty water bottle, hugging it like a teddy bear.
The pain would come far too soon, but it was gone for now. They weren’t hungry or thirsty or cold, and they were alone. They’d have a few hours of calm, and that was good enough.
Now, at least they knew the answer to his question. Maybe in the morning they would be proven wrong but it was night now, and they were tired.
Across the hall, in his over-cluttered office, he let his forehead hit the desk with a soft thump. “This is going to be a long night…”
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whump-card · 3 months
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And the moon was a strange shade of green, orange
Was I wrong? 'Cause I couldn't tell the difference
At all
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caretaker-au · 1 year
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@roma200802 submitted to caretaker-au:
Small sprite remaster with something new.
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