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jordanstrophe · 1 month

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Whumpee woke with a sobbing shout. They quivered and panted, memories hit them as if they were still on the floor at whumper's feet. They felt arms wrap around them and beeping heard overhead; the sound worsened the pounding already in their head.

"Hey hey hey! It's okay. You got a lot of injuries, you've got to take it slow." Caretaker touched whumpees forehead and put them back against the pillow. They tightly gripped whumpee's hand and the other rested on their chest.

"Wh-where am I? How did I get here?" Whumpee panicked.

"You're in a hospital. I'm here with you, everything's okay. You're going to be fine..." Caretaker sadly smiled. Whumpee stared up at them with wide eyes, breathing like a wounded animal, gripping the back of caretakers hand with every ounce of strength, which was hardly holding them at all.

Despite caretaker's calm demeanor, whumpee could feel caretaker's hand shaking as much as their own.

"You-" Whumpee breathed, trying to raise their hand to them, but they couldn't.

"Yeah, it's me," Caretaker smiled, collecting their collapsed hand in their own. "I'm here, I'm taking good care of you. You can keep resting, okay?"

Whumpee shook their head no, their body still in fight or flight mode, wanting nothing more but to jump up and assess their surroundings. Caretaker could see their legs twitching and slowly inching off the bed as they sighed and scooted on the bed with them, pushing their legs back to the center.

"No hon, it's too early to be doing that." Caretaker soothed, laying whumpee's head on their shoulder.

It was almost as if as soon as whumeee's cheek settled, they relaxed and their heart rate slowly returned to normal beat by beat. Caretaker looked up at their monitor and sighed with relief watching the numbers stabilize.

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the-baby-storyteller · 11 months

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Based off this prompt from @jordanstrophe

“Caretaker! Caretaker!”

Whumpee let out a breath of relief as they stumbled into the arms of Caretaker, grasping desperately at the fabric of their shirt and clinging on for dear life.

“Hey, hey Whumpee calm down,” Caretaker rumbled. “Shh, it’s okay.”

“They’re trying to- You have to stop them,” Whumpee blubbered, “Please, please don’t let them get me please-”

Caretaker drew a calming hand down their back. “Shhh calm down, no one is trying to hurt you.”

Whumpee’s sobs softened as they gripped tighter onto Caretaker.

“We just want to make sure you’re safe.”

Whumpee froze. Their eyes raised slowly to Caretaker's and saw an undefinable glint in them. Despite the warmth Caretaker tried to exude, Whumpee could see something hidden under the facade. Something dangerous.

All of a sudden the warm arms surrounding them seemed all too constricting. Whumpee’s eyes widened.

They bucked against Caretaker, suddenly terrified as Caretaker’s hold grew tighter.

“Whumpee stop-”

“Let me go!” Whumpee shouted, panting breathlessly as panic grew. The sound of the footsteps of the medics behind them grew louder and Whumpee’s struggles increased.

“No, no no stop stop please Caretaker Caretaker-”

Caretaker huffed while shifting to pin them down. Whumpee yelped.

“Whumpee we’re doing this for your own good.” Caretaker looked tired out, stressed.

Whumpee wouldn’t buy it. They pulled frantically against the hold but Caretaker wouldn’t budge.

“Caretaker, please-” Tears streamed down their face and they looked up at Caretaker only to see a stony, unwavering face meet them back.

The sound of voices drew their gaze as the medics finally arrived. Their heart dropped. Their last chance at freedom, gone.

A needle pricked them in the neck and they whimpered, slumping against the ground.

Whumpee’s eyes started to droop against their will and they used their last bit of strength to glance at Caretaker, the one they thought was on their side.

Caretaker looked back at them, a look of sadness and concern. They brushed a sweaty lock of hair out of Whumpee’s face and Whumpee would have flinched had they had control of their body.

“We’re going to help you.” Caretaker whispered softly, a sad smile on their face.

Whumpee’s eyes shut to the sound of lies.

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slippedtheknot · 11 months

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"Shirt off,"

Whumper, telling Whumpee this for another round of torture.

Caretaker, telling Whumpee this to clean Whumpee's wound.

#caretaker #whumpee #whump things #whumper #whump community #whump prompt #whump writing #whump blog #whump stuff #recovery #stern caretaker #tw torture #torture #aftermath

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whumpbump · 1 year

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Whumpril 2023 - “Hold still.”

Cw: mention of violence and medical assistance

“Hold still.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You’ll regret asking for my help. So hold still.”

Caretaker wasn’t the gentlest and one should never expect them to coddle but they did a thorough job. And they were the first to pick up when Whumpee got jumped while walking home in the middle of the night.

“-OW!”

“What did I tell you? Ugh. This is a deep cut, you’re going to need stitches. You really did it this time, pal.”

Caretaker dutifully drove Whumpee to the hospital and waited for them to come out of surgery and talk to the police. Once released back to Caretaker, Whumpee was exhausted, falling asleep in the car.

“If you fall asleep here, you’re sleeping here, got me?” Whumpee tried to respond but managed to flutter their eyes before falling into a deep, deserved slumber.

Arriving back at Caretaker’s house, Caretaker sighed as they carried Whumpee inside and tucked them into the guest bed.

This went against everything they were known for, but after the night Whumpee had, they did feel bad. Plus, it was hard to follow through on their jaded threat when Whumpee had brought so much vibrancy back into their life.

Waking up in bed, Whumpee was confused. They were expecting to still be in the car as this wasn’t their first offense in falling asleep in Caretaker’s car.

They came downstairs cradling their wrapped arm to see Caretaker eating cereal. Looking at them confused, they received no answer other than “there’s cereal in the cabinet.” Caretaker would rather die than emote their gratitude and softer side.

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wolfeyedwitch · 1 year

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“ are you going to kill me? ” Pariah Prisoner Bailey?

Pariah Prisoner, Part 6

Also for @amonthofwhump's Winter Whumperland day 8: revenge whump.

Have some complicated Emotions and Feelings.

CW: medical setting (including mention of IVs), Bailey's crappy headspace. I think that's it, though that list seems suspiciously short... If I missed anything, please let me know!

Masterlist

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Luke looked up from his tablet and glared at the figure on the bed. Of all the people on the team, why was he the one tasked with watching the villain who nearly killed him?

Stupid question. He knew why. Maeve was sleeping off the efforts of keeping Poppet alive. Zera was banned from anything until they’d had a meal and a minimum of 4 hours of sleep, given the dissociation and freak-out session they’d had in the medbay earlier. Iris was combing through the data on how they’d been intercepted and captured in the first place, and Elijah was tackling the small mountain of paperwork the shitshow had generated.

Luke, on the other hand, didn’t have anything pressing. The only injuries he’d gotten in their escape were some minor scrapes and cuts, nothing serious enough for Maeve to bother with, and he’d had his adrenaline crash nap already. So really, he wasn’t the best option so much as the only option.

That didn’t mean he had to like it.

It didn’t make sense, was what bothered him the most. He’d had this mental image of who had attacked him. They were cold, impassive, ruthless. A sadist of the worst sort. They had no problem torturing him to the brink of death and leaving him to topple over that edge.

And then it turns out his attacker was Poppet. A villain with no prior history (that they knew of, he reminded himself) of violent actions. Who he now had interacted with, and he didn’t know what to think anymore.

Save your sympathy for someone worthy of it, they’d said. They hadn’t played on Zera’s soft heart or Elijah’s stubborn insistence on seeing the potential in everyone.

I’ll tell you everything I did so you can repeat it. They hadn’t denied that they’d hurt Luke. They even seemed genuine when they said they were sorry.

You were right about me. I’m just Slipknot’s little toy, their stupid attack dog. He didn’t remember those words, meaning he must have said them during whatever encounter led to…

To an otherwise sane, empathetic-seeming kid beating him nearly to death.

He couldn’t make that sequence of events make sense. He was still missing something, and it nagged at him like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch.

The only source for that missing information was Poppet themself. Meaning Luke would just have to wait.

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The wait ended up being shorter than he expected. It was only a few hours into Luke’s guard duty bedside vigil that Poppet woke.

The signs were subtle at first. Their breathing, which had been regular and deep, hitched and stuttered. Their brows furrowed like they were in pain. Luke got up to double-check the IV drip.

Which meant that he had front-row seats to see Poppet open their eyes.

They looked like a startled horse, their eyes wide enough to show a ring of white all the way around the iris. Their gaze darted around the room before finally landing on the IV in their arm. Poppet’s breath caught in their throat before coming out as a quiet whimper. They reached for the IV.

“Hey, don’t,” Luke said sharply.

Poppet jumped. Apparently his presence hadn’t been important enough to register in their look around the room.

“Whe—” they croaked out before their voice gave up on them.

“Hero HQ, medbay,” he said. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Our medic went to the trouble of patching you up, so don’t even think about undoing her work. The IV stays in.”

He saw Poppet’s throat work as they swallowed, then nodded. “It worked?” they asked.

Luke snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Your plan? More or less. We got out, despite the issues there at the end.”

Poppet closed their eyes. Their face smoothed out as they took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Good. That’s- that’s good.”

Luke didn’t bother replying. He let the silence stretch out between them as he studied the villain. He was torn. Part of him, the bitter part that couldn’t see past what had happened to him, said this was an act. This was fake, a way to get someone into the Hero HQ as a spy. Poppet was just a convincing actor, and would stab all of them in the back the first chance they got.

The more rational part of him, the part that could admit he was hasty in attacking Poppet back in Slipknot’s cell, said that that was ridiculous. A dislocated shoulder might be one thing to convince the heroes, but that batshit escape plan that somehow worked? Getting stabbed? Those were something else entirely.

Poppet’s eyes flew open again, looking at Luke in a panic. “Are you okay? The others? Foxfire and Tempest?”

This villain had no damn right to look so earnest about their concern for his teammates!

“They’re fine,” Luke bit out, harsher than he really meant. Poppet flinched at his tone, and he sighed. Softer, he added, “Foxfire wore themself out carrying you back here. They’re resting. Tempest is doing paperwork for all this shit. No one besides you got anything more than scrapes and bruises in the escape.”

“Good,” Poppet said, finally breaking that too-intense eye contact. “That’s… I’m glad.”

They closed their eyes, face scrunching like they were in pain. Luke checked their IV again. Everything was fine.

Their next words were so quiet, he wouldn’t have heard them if he were any further away. “Are you going to kill me?”

Luke actually made himself dizzy with how fast his head snapped around to look at Poppet. “What.”

“I won’t fight you,” the villain said, voice barely audible. Their eyes were open now, but they wouldn’t look at him. They stared resolutely at the ceiling like they were trying to hold back tears. “Or I’ll try not to, anyway. I… I can’t guarantee I won’t use my telekinesis on instinct. But I’ll—”

“Stop,” Luke said.

Poppet’s mouth closed with an audible click. They squeezed their eyes shut.

Luke ran a hand over his face. What the fuck. What the actual, entire fuck.

Okay. He gets it, okay? He fucked up. He attacked them back in the cell, and said some things that weren’t exactly all rainbows and sunshine. But that was the heat of the moment, alright? He has a temper, and this whole… thing, is kind of a big trigger for it.

It was one thing to make threats (and… throw punches… yeah, he fucked up, he’s aware) in the heat of the moment. It’s an entirely different thing to talk about it so calmly and matter-of-fact.

“I’m not,” he started, then broke off with a groan of frustration. Why was this so hard? Why couldn’t this be a simple situation with a simple bad guy that he could simply rage at?

Because life is rarely simple, came a mental voice that sounded suspiciously like Elijah, the even-tempered asshole.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he said.

He expected Poppet to be relieved. Instead, they looked more upset after hearing that. They opened tear-filled eyes and stared back up at the ceiling, still refusing to look at him.

“Right,” said Poppet. Their voice was thick with emotion. “I still owe you that list.” A tear escaped and rolled down their face.

List? What list? When had they… mentioned…

I’ll tell you everything I did so you can repeat it.

Oh.

Fuck.

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hillscapecity · 2 years

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Whumpee fighting other people that talk badly about caretaker:

"You have to stop getting into fights, this is the third time this week." Caretaker said while cleaning out some of their scrapes. "I know, I know its just… " " Just what?" "They were talking about you again and-" "Your saying you fight them because of what they say about me?" Caretaker paused their work to look Whumpee in the eyes, they were angry but they held back. "I-" "Just- grrrr. You shouldnt be fighting for stuff like that!" They exclaimed while wiping the scrapes a bit too hard in frustration. "I don't care what they say about me, so neither should you."

(There was a long silence between them while Caretaker worked)

*sigh*...."Listen, I just hate seeing you get hurt, especially for something stupid like that. So...cut it out, ok?" Caretakers once furious expression dissolved into guilt.

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shywhumpauthor · 2 years

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May 11th- “Lock the door”

[rules | blindfold | miscalculation]

@themerrywhumpofmay

Cw: implied starvation, manipulation, Whumper caretaker, gaslighting, manipulation, captivity (implied)

Whumpee shuddered, the little hairs along the back of their neck raising as they squinted through the darkness.

A low creak caught Whumpee’s attention as the the door swung open, the light from the hallway flooding through the room and causing Whumpee to cringe away.

“Hey sweetheart,” Caretaker began gently, flipping the light switch on and watching as Whumpee hid themself under their blanket. “How are you feeling today?”

Whumpee mumbled a response, but the sound never reached Caretaker’s ears. The later just sighed, forcing a smile to their face as they crossed the room, lowering themself to the edge of Whumpee’s mattress.

“I know I’ve been busy today, Whumpee,” Caretaker reached their hand over, resting it against Whumpee’s back. “But I noticed that you took a little trip to the kitchen earlier, could you tell me about that?”

Under the blanket, they could hear Whumpee let out a small sob.

“I- I got.. hun- hungry..” They whispered.

Caretaker pressed their lips into a line, exhaling through their nose as they rubbed circles into Whumpee’s back, putting just a tiny bit more pressure on the spots where they knew there was bruises.

“I know you did, honey, but you know the rules,” Caretaker reached forwards with their other hand, slowly prying the blanket back from Whumpee so they could see their flushed, tearstained face. “And you know what the consequences are for when you break the rules, right?”

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #its me coal #coal wrote something #whump drabble #stern caretaker #bad caretaker #caretaker whumper #whump prompts #whump prompt #the merry whump of may #tw manipulation

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withdrawingramen · 2 years

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CW: implied drugging , recovering/dazed whumpee(?), stern caretaker Whumpee's vision failed them & they staggered in their steps, yet their grip on the knife did not falter. Caretaker remained steady. "It would be quite rude to threaten the life of the person who saved you, no?" "Answer me...what are you going to do?" Caretaker shrugged, barely fazed by the blade at their neck. "I saved you. And I'm going to help you get better." "Spare me that bullshit. What's your ulterior motive?" Caretaker let out an exasperated sigh. They gently placed the tray of supplies on the table beside them. Of all things, they hated stubborn people. Whumpee's concentration was disturbed by a slight prick. They hadn't registered the syringe with caretaker in their altered state. "You know...patients should do as they're told." A soft growl left whumpee before their world went black, their weak frame collapsing into caretaker's arms. (p.s i wrote this for sihyeon & taj originally, so proud)

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anomalys-taxonomy · 2 years

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Thinking about stern caretaker. Maybe they’re that way naturally, maybe not, it doesn’t really matter. They don’t yell, they’re not forceful, but they don’t really know how to be comforting except to simply be reliable. Being routine, attending to whumpee’s needs. Internal discipline and integrity is important to them, duty is important to them. For them, it’s so integral they can’t really comprehend that these things mean something very different to whumpee. Why doing the same thing the exact same way every day wouldn’t be comfortable, why to whumpee, strictness seemingly means pain. Why whumpee wouldn’t want to do things that are good for their health. They understand discomfort, not having the energy, needing help, but they don’t understand why someone would refuse help. Why someone wouldn’t want to work on recovering however they could. Caretaker holds themself to a standard where if something is ‘wrong’ with them, they have to fix it. It only makes sense, even if it causes small discomfort to work on it, they always want to be better. They don’t get not having the motivation or being afraid to change things. They don’t know how exactly they’re messing up, or why. They care so much about whumpee, but they have no idea how to express it in a way that doesn’t hurt them. To caretaker, love means devotion, being dependable, keeping structure. To whumpee that may smothering. It may be terrifying.

#whump #stern caretaker #anomawhump

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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ok but like... pets who believe theyre lesser and meant to be controlled... with people around them who believe the opposite... not realising that the ONLY reason theyre even allowed to have disagreements with the people around them is because theyre not seen as pets... like can you imagine? can you imagine if caretaker turned around and said "okay yes you are meant to listen to me and i can tell you what to do. and i'm telling you to quit yapping and accept that you're wrong and i'm right. you're not a pet." CAN YOU IMAGINE......

#i dont think im ever going to grow out of my love for firm/stern/morally dubious caretakers #caretakers to whumpers.....#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.#i need less soft caretakers and more caretakers who are fucking hot #this is not a diss to anybody this is a note to myself AJDJDKDKDKKD #*i* need more hot caretakers and *i* am going to write them #whump

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sternevogn · 3 months

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do you guys ever think about the caretaker's music. because i do.

#sterne rambles #the caretaker

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jordanstrophe · 2 months

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Caretaker picks whumpee up and places them gently in the car. "We need to get you to a hospital." They say hastily.

"No, no I'm okay." Whumpee speaks behind gritted teeth. They're holding their wound and tensing with each pulse of pain, they're somehow willing themselves to not grunt or cry out.

"I wasn't asking, you need to get checked out. Lean back a bit, just lie still." Caretaker puts their seat back and starts the engine, ignoring whumpee's pleads and arguing.

The car ride was tense and quiet, until whumpee breaks the silence with crying.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump angst #whump writing #whump scenario #injury whump #defiant whumpee #stern caretaker #forceful caretaker #wounded whumpee #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #protective caretaker #hospital whump #whump prompt #caretaker prompt

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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.

#whump #writing #snippet #writing snippet #i tried to make this short lol but what happens happens #it was meant to be a short prompt #anyway #angry caretaker #scary caretaker #scared whumpee #drabble #creative writing #stern caretaker #whump writing #its not really #bad caretaker #but they're definitely not gentle #the baby storyteller

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bamsara · 7 months

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Some side characters/cult members for The Rehabilitation of Death. This originally was just supposed to be some light sketches but now they're all fully lined up and colored oops

Info about all of them under the cut:

All followers were designed based off of the actaul follower forms in game. Characters in order:

Bremar 🦊 (He/Him): Boy that often gets peer pressured into doing dangerous or scary things by his friends/bullies. Good heart, not a lot of spine yet.

Finor 🐰 (She/They): Elderly follower. A devoted follower, but much too in the habit of behaving like an overbearing grandmother to those who aren’t even her kits. Comes from bearing so many in life before losing them to heretics in the wilds. Lambert found her already aged out in the forest after her husband and family were slaughtered, and she has been caring for others ever since her rescue. Stern and not a big fan of PDA, but good heart.

Cow Nurse 🐄 (No Name yet, She/Her): A nurse that works in the healing bay; takes care of the injured and sick while the lamb is gone. Stern and easily frustrated but it comes from a place of concern.

The Shrew and The Otter (No names yet) 🐁🦦 (Both She/Her): Lovers that often leave their work posts to be affectionate with each other in secret (even though everyone already knows). Eventually asks the Lamb to officiate their wedding.

Joon 😺 (Any/They/Them) (Otherwise known as 'the yellow cat' from that one COTL short): The best farmer the cult has, wasn't born until long after the bishop's defeats, and is a part of the generation that is blissfully unaware of Bishops prior tyranny. Bright but a little nervous at times, the Lamb asks them to watch over a certain 'new arrival' as their own hands are full, and Joon becomes the unaware caretaker for a certain God of Chaos.

Paazi 🐸 and her parents🦅🦇: (She/Her for Paazi, Unnamed: Eagle is He/Him, Bat is They/Them): Paazi is a orphan rescue from Anura found as young as a tadpole, later adopted by this older couple. She is the frog that fell from the cliffside and was later saved by Narinder, in which gains him her parent's appreciation.

Grekimar 🐷 (He/Him): A lumber worker who was exiled from his village in Anura, and taken in by the cult as 'all past sins are forgiven here'. Very critical of Narinder's presence, and is one spit away from dissension

Jayen 🐻 (He/Him): One of the two followers Narinder killed during his dramatic arrival to the cult grounds when Jayen was just trying to protect his leader, later resurrected by Narinder and Lambert in Chapter 2. Conflicted about Narinder's presence: grateful to be resurrected (Lamb told Jayen that Narinder helped) but still traumatized from the murder. Feels tingly in his hand and arm often. Sweet but nervous.

Tyren 🐶 (He/Him): One of the stone miners. Rescued from Darkwood. The very 'golden lab retriever' personality makes him one of the more friendlier types; this dog has a big crush on the Lamb that goes past prophet idolization.

#TROD Au #the rehabilitation of death #narilamb #cult of the lamb #cotl au #cotl oc #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #cotl leshy #cotl yellow cat #doodles

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whumpbump · 1 year

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“-control you.”

“I control you.”

“I control everything about you.”

“I control everything”

“I control your temperature.”

Whumper purred in Whumpee’s ear these repetitions as Whumpee tossed and turned. They woke up screaming, drenched in sweat. Thank gods. Just a dream.

Caretaker opened the door and flicked the lamp on.

“Hey there, are you ok? I heard you shout- oh dear you look awful. Are you feeling ok? Let me feel your forehead.”

Caretaker’s cool hand was welcomed on Whumpee’s hot face. Caretaker’s face contorted into a frown as they realized how serious the fever was.

“Whumpee, we need to get this fever down. I’m going to help you to the bathtub, we’re going to run a cool bath.”

Whumpee tried to focus on Caretaker but things were so hazy that their dull eyes just looked on vaguely in Caretaker’s direction. Caretaker scooped their charge up, bridal style, and carried Whumpee to the tub.

“Hrnghh” Whumpee twisted and turned weakly as the water was turned on. Caretaker figured they could leave the pajamas on for now so Whumpee could feel safer in their vulnerable state.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but if we can’t get this fever down, we have to go to the hospital.”

Hot tears streamed down Whumpee’s face as they remembered the hospital after being rescued. No autonomy whatsoever. Always being grabbed, pushed, pricked, stuck, being dressed and undressed at the whim of anyone with a stethoscope. They had no say.

“P-please. Not th-that.” Whumpee shivered. They were so cold but the water felt good on their hot skin.

“It’s ok bud, it’s gonna be ok.” Caretaker murmured as they wiped away sweat from Whumpee’s brow, hoping their words were true.

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump inspiration #caretaker x whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump community #stern caretaker #sick whump

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moonstruckme · 8 months

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not sure if you’re taking requests buttttt poly!marauders but they’re kinda overprotective bfs and she sneaks out to go to a party with marlene or her girlfriends but they find out and show up at the party 💞

Hi don't worry, I am! I think it should show on the requests page linked in my pinned post, but please let me know if it doesn't, I'm still figuring tumblr out and often mess up! I hope this is alright honey, I tried to go for the angst but honestly the more I write the more suspicious I become of my inability to write our boys being anything other than soft with reader! I'll try to work on it but in the meantime I hope you enjoy this <33

cw: mention of concussion symptoms, including nausea, nothing intense or even very descriptive though

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 906 words

You’re aware that the internet had said you were supposed to avoid bright lights, loud sounds, and movement when Remus had looked it up after an unfortunate fall that morning. Just like you’re aware that when your boyfriends left you at your apartment a few hours ago, they’d been trusting you to follow those instructions. But you’re also aware that the internet had led you all to believe your concussion was mild, and that Marlene only has one birthday a year. Damned if you were going to miss it.

So yeah, you feel a bit queasy as your eyes struggle to track the movement and voices around you, but that’s nothing compared to the contentment of being with your friends. Lily has assigned herself the role of your caretaker, checking that you’re alright every few minutes and shushing anyone who raises their voice too loud around you, and Marlene has attached herself to your side, telling you how much she appreciates you in between beer-scented hiccups.

“And you’re so nice to come tonight,” she’s saying now, brushing her fingers clumsily but sweetly through your hair. “I can’t tell you how much—uh oh.”

You have a premonition of ill fate even before the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you follow Marelene’s unfocused gaze to the curly-haired boy coming towards you.

“Happy birthday, Marls,” he says, his smile only appearing slightly strained, before he turns to you. “Hey, sweetheart. Let’s go home, yeah?”

“Jamie,” you say quietly, and Lily and Marlene leave the couch to give you as much privacy as a party allows. “What are you doing here?”

“Everyone here’s been posting, and you’re in the background of half the pictures.” His smile slips as he crouches in front of you, disappointment in his eyes. “You know you’re supposed to be resting,” he says softly. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You’re glad that he’s here instead of Remus or Sirius, who surely wouldn’t be as careful about not embarrassing you. James is less stern than the others, and though you feel a bit guilty for doing so, you press that to your advantage.

“I haven’t drank anything but water,” you say. “That’s gotta count for something, right? And look.” You brush your hair behind your ear, showing him the earplugs you’d put in before arriving. “I’m being careful, see? I’m alright, Jamie, and it’s Marlene’s birthday. Let’s just stay, both of us, okay?”

James looks nearly apologetic. “Remus and Sirius are waiting in the car.”

You groan, but allow James to pull you to your feet, waving goodbye to your friends with a pout. He supports more of your weight than you really need him to as he walks you outside, where Remus sits in the drivers’ seat of the idling car. Dread settles, along with dull resignation, in your stomach.

Sirius is in the backseat and you hope James will get in first, but he lifts you in before him, placing you between two of your three upset boyfriends. You can’t look at any of them, allowing James to buckle your seatbelt for you as an oppressive silence, worse than the bass that had brutalized your head inside Marlene’s, stretches out between you.

True to form, Sirius is the first to breach it.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

You sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“You have a concussion! All you had to do was stay home and rest. That website said that lights and loud music—say, the sort of things you’d find at a party—would only make things worse.”

Normally, you’d argue with him. No matter how hopeless it seems, no matter how obvious it is that Sirius is going to win, you can always meet him head-on and at least make your point. But tonight, with your head throbbing and something about your very being feeling fundamentally wrong, you can’t muster up the energy.

“I know,” you say.

Sirius goes silent at the acquiescence in your voice, and he looks at Remus in the rear-view mirror, unsure of how to proceed. James puts a hand on your knee, a tiny gesture of comfort even though he’s upset with you too. The motivation that had driven you to Marlene’s and through the party is wearing off, and you feel suddenly, embarrassingly teary.

“Do you feel sick?” Remus speaks for the first time, and though his voice is calm, the absence of his usual terms of endearment leave no doubt that you’re still in trouble.

You clear your throat of the tears that are trying to clog it. “A little.”

“We’re bringing you to our place to rest.” It’s not a question. “We can go get some things from your place tomorrow, but tonight you can just wear our stuff. Think you can eat something before bed?”

It’s worse that he’s being kind to you. You’d been prepared for a lecture, but being taken care of is worse. It brings the vulnerability you’ve felt since the frightening pain and dizziness of that morning to the surface, and you keep your face turned towards your lap as your eyes become wet. “Yeah, I think so,” you say, and your voice cracks slightly when you add, “I’m sorry.”

Sirius makes a sympathetic, pained sound from beside you, and James abandons all pretense of anger, tucking your head under his chin.

“We’ll talk about it later,” Remus says, a bit more gently. “For now, just try to relax.”

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