I don't think I'll ever post any of my own writing on this blog (if that changes I'll update this post and add a tag for it) but I wanted to make a post to sort the tropes/etc that I tag the posts I reblog with.
Types of Posts
Prompt
List Prompt
Snippet
Art
Gifs
Tagged Tropes [*Favorites]
Addiction Whump*
Betrayal*
Family Whump [For when the Parent and/or Child is the Whumpee, but not (usually) the Whumper]
Found Family
Hero x Villain [For when Hero and Villain are in a relationship]
Hero/Villain [For anything in a Hero/Villain type universe]
Immortality Whump
Leader Whump*
Living Weapon*
Magic Whump [Involving magic/some superpowers]
Major Character Death* [Includes some endings that are up in the air]
Nsfwhump* [Warning! Usually noncon]
Parental Whump* [For when the Parent is the Whumper]
Recovery Whump
Rescue
Role Swap [Whumper turned Whumpee, Caretaker turned Whumper, etc]
Self Harm Whump*
Sibling Whump*
Suicidal Whumpee*
Team Whump*
Whump Aftermath
I'll also tag posts with OCs of mine that the posts remind me of/apply to. I post (mostly) silly stuff about them over on @sash-au. For more info on the most commonly tagged characters, see this post.
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
Anyway my favourite caretaker type is someone who the whumpee trusts completely but is a little afraid of. They're a Powerhouse in some capacity - maybe they're just a giant and physically intimidating, maybe they're grumpy towards everyone but Whumpee, maybe just have some kind of forceful personality that's channeled into fierce care for the whumpee - whatever it is, they can't help being a little scared of them and yet also in awe of them. I just love this image of someone being so protective but in a bit of a scary way.
I need a Caretaker that is absolutely fucking built. Like could throw a car across a parking lot and snap metal in half built.
On the flip side I need a scrawny Whumper. I need an emo boy who never got enough attention as a child and now he is an adult bully. I need him to be skin and bones and the only reason he is scary is because he's the one holding the knife.
I need Whumpee to run away from Whumper and when Whumper finds them with Caretaker his first thought it "oh shit".
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."
Caretaker had no clue they were taking in such a powerful whumpee (monster, divine, dangerous). They thought it was odd that whumpee treated them so delicately in return, as if their touch would destroy caretaker.
When caretaker gets a whumper of their own, they have no choice but to confide in whumpee.
In the calmest manner whumpee could possible muster, they promise, "Don't worry. I'll handle this."
Do you have any dialogue ideas for a whumpee who tells caretaker what happened to them? I'm writing something and I for the life of me can't get the dialogue to work. Or maybe even someone can point me in a direction to another post?
i'm so sorry this is so late, my friend, i'm sure you've already written the scene or moved on by now but i do LOVE this question so i'm going to give some options. given the subject of this blog i assume you mean a whumpee who was raped telling caretaker about it. if that's not what you meant, my bad. but, here we go!! enjoy.
"i- i can't- i need you to ask me. i can't say it, i need you to ask me questions, okay? please. you- i think you know. please just ask me."
"i was raped." [pause, trembling breath] "sorry. i didn't mean to just- to say it like that, i just- i had to get it out. i don't think i'd- i was raped."
"i think something happened to me. someone... i think someone did something to me."
"you want me to tell you what happened? fine. fine, i'll tell you what happened. whumper fucked me. they pinned me down and spread my legs and shoved inside me and fucked me until they came. i was a fucking toy for them, a toy that they fucked. is that what you wanted to hear? are you happy now?"
"they wouldn't stop. i said no, and they didn't listen."
"it... hurt. it hurt. they wouldn't stop, and it hurt. i- please don't make me say it."
"i don't want to make you deal with this, i really don't want to force you to- i just- i really need to talk about this, because someone did something to me, and i can't- i don't feel okay. i don't- i feel- can i tell you? is it okay if i tell you what... can i talk to you about it?"
"you know what they did. come on. you know."
"whumper... forced me."
"i tried to fight. i promise i did, i said no, i fought, i did. i tried to get away. i didn't just- i didn't just let them-"
"i didn't even fight. it's fucking shameful, it's embarrassing. i laid there and took it, i let them fuck me like some- like-"
Could you make a prompt/drabble about a whumpee having sex with caretaker for the first time in a while after being assaulted by whumper, and caretaker guiding them through the entire thing? I love your work by the way!
i would LOVE to this is one of my favourite things forever. i <3 sex after trauma. for anyone reading this, this drabble is intended in the context of platonic sex/friends being sexually intimate/other nonromantic context. interpret it how you want of course, but that is how we roll on this blog.
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they're both nervous. whumpee is nervous, but caretaker is nervous, too. they want this to be... good. to be safe.
"it's okay if you have to stop," caretaker says. their voice is soft and warm. there's only a dim lamp on in the room, and they're in caretaker's bed, dressed in their pajamas. that felt like a silly way to do this, but it makes sense. they're comfortable, it's loose clothing, but they're not jumping straight to being fully naked. they're taking it slow. that's the plan. take it slow. "i just- you can always say stop. that's always okay."
whumpee is quiet at first and nerves climb higher in caretaker's throat. was that too patronizing? did it feel true enough? did they fuck up the wording, did it- was it-
"you can, too," is what whumpee finally says. "say no, i mean. it's okay if you want to stop."
caretaker looks at them sharply, abruptly worried that it seems like they don't actually want to be here, that shame and guilt is making whumpee feel like a horrible burden. it wouldn't be the first time. but that's... what's on their face isn't that. it's not guilt, or prickly defensiveness, or... it's warmth. it's an awkward, shy kind of earnestness, because- oh. right. they just... they meant that. they want caretaker to know that they can stop, too. it's- it's really sweet, is what it is.
"yeah," caretaker breathes, reaching over and taking whumpee's hand. they squeeze tight, get a tight squeeze back. they're close, and the sudden eye contact, sudden closeness, is making their skin feel hot, especially between their legs. "yeah. anyone gets to stop. any time. ground rule."
they smile at each other. it's earnest, a bit embarrassed, a little silly. it's time.
they start slow. caretaker's hands are warm and gentle, sliding up underneath whumpee's shirt. they pay attention, watch for reactions as things ramp up. sometimes, whumpee flinches or makes a faint whimpering sound. caretaker pauses when that happens, their hands going still, their bodies pressed close together, waiting but not pulling away. not calling a stop to things. they don't ask incessantly, don't constantly force whumpee to answer is this okay, are you good, do you want to keep going? but they wait for whumpee to start pressing into their touch again, for them to nod, to keep going.
caretaker hums in pleasure against the top of whumpee's head. they're both naked, bodies nearly indistinguishable, rocking into each other, into the feeling. they exhale whumpee's name, and whumpee laughs - actually laughs, quiet and brief but sincere and happy.
(whumpee had forgotten that part. how sometimes sex can mean laughing. can mean giggling and pressing your foreheads together before peppering kisses down someone's jaw.)
it's... it's good. it's not perfect. whumpee gets scared, they flinch, they nearly need to stop altogether when caretaker touches them in just the wrong way. but they recover. caretaker holds them, their naked bodies still touching, still joined, still flushed and wet and aroused by each other, but doesn't continue thrusting, doesn't kiss their stuttered breathing away. they just hold whumpee, stopped mid-fuck, and murmur, "it's me. you're safe. it's me, we're in my bed, in my bedroom. just us here. we're safe. we're okay. it's okay."
and it is. it's okay.
it's good.
they lay together afterwards, spent and relaxed and happy, whumpee feeling raw and vulnerable but still feeling good about what they did. they press their face into caretaker's collarbone, wrap arms around their bare waist, skin to skin, breathing together as the aftershocks of sex fade.
they'll talk about it. they'll talk about how it went, about whether it's something they want to do again. if whumpee starts to tip into feeling bad, they can talk about that, too. but for now they lay together, holding each other. it worked. it was good.
Are they still stoic in the aftermath? What about when it's another's turn with them? When others watch, do they still hold their head high? Can they hold the gaze of the one touching them? Do they try to hide it when their body responds, when they tremble, or do they acknowledge it and claim meaninglessness?
Can they really pretend that it doesn't matter? That it won't haunt them?
villain tries to push themself up from the ground, but they falter and hit the floor and hero starts to help them.
villain pushes them away and spits on the floor in front of their boots, "don't act like you're trying to help me. don't act like you're not happy to see me like this."
