vince’s stuff

welcome to the mess!! anxious mortal • whump enjoyer k-science • torchwood • ds9 • ncc-1701

[esidvince]

should i finally make some intro?..

hi!! welcome to the mess!!

• you can call me vincent (or just vince)

• she/they, young adult, intj

• it’s a whump (and occasionally g/t) blog, though i might post something fandom related but don’t expect much

• been writing stuff for a few years already but never posted anything (hi anxiety)

• fav tropes: hurt/comfort (especially comfort!!), recovery whump, whumperless whump, non-human whump, medwhump (on the comfort side), magical exhaustion (<3), collapsing (my feels <333), gentle/protective caretakers

• not a fan of explicit emeto, extreme gore, eye or dental trauma and noncon stuff!!

so, yeah, that’s about it!! asks are open, i don’t bite, and i hope my prompts satisfy your hunger for whumperflies!!

enjoy your stay!! <3

[esidvince]

“Whumpee, are you… feeling okay?”

Vampire Caretaker was unsure what gave it away. A slight pallor, shaky hands, perhaps that vacant look on their face. Or maybe it was that faint scent. They knew how Whumpee’s blood smelled, they’d feel it every single day. And that day something was off.

“Whumpee?”

“Uh, yeah, y-yeah, I’m fine. Just… a bit tired.”

Were they? Caretaker took a deeper breath. No, something really was off. It wasn’t that sweet, gentle scent they fell in love with.

They didn’t manage to say a word before Whumpee headed out, leaning on the table awkwardly as they got up.

“Sorry, I have that… thing I have to finish. I’ll be right back.”

Caretaker watched them go. Couldn’t believe a word, but Whumpee wouldn’t lie. Perhaps they were mistaken. Perhaps something was wrong with them-

Thud.

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hi hello i’m back!! i know i’ve been gone for quite a while but i should be back now, don’t worry besties <3

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“give up your weapons.”

if they wanted the meeting to go smoothly, they had to cooperate. they gave everything they had, unloaded. and still weren’t allowed inside.

“all weapons.”

Leader sighed, then silently gestured them to go, and Weapon obeyed. guards took the guns away, and they followed. they had no place among their masters anyway.

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engineer (care)whumper modifying android whumpee’s program to make them better

they weren’t efficient enough, they didn’t do the job quite right. they needed assistance. whumpee only noticed it while working. something wasn’t right. they never worked like that.

“what did you do to me?”

“a small upgrade.”

“you didn’t tell me you were going to install an upgrade.”

“but it’s a good one, isn’t it? now that you don’t get distracted, you get the job done faster.”

“i… i liked watching the birds outside.”

“you didn’t like it. it was a bug, and i got rid of it. now you’re all good.”

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vampires that are so blood thirsty they can’t control their instinct to hunt

are they a whumpee? trapped somewhere deep down and long forgotten. nobody cares to feed them. every time whumper walks by, they launch forward, snapping, hissing, trying so hard to reach them and take a bite but restraints keep them in place. perhaps if they behaved, whumper would’ve fed them

are they a caretaker? they have to help whumpee, and to do so they need to keep their own weaknesses and desires under control. they can hold on for a few more days, right? wrong. next thing they know, whumpee’s hiding in the corner pleading to leave them be, and gaining their trust again isn’t going to be easy

are they a whumper? the one whose desire to harm is only natural. they aren’t sadistic, it’s not revenge, it’s not an experiment. they have to hunt. they have to bite and feed, and they need their prey to run and scream and beg for mercy. it’s only natural. at least, that’s what they’ve been saying

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Caretaker could see a shadow out of the corner of their eye. They got used to seeing it.

“You wanna watch again?”

Whumpee nodded.

Again. Ever since Whumpee got there, they were watching Caretaker’s every step. They’d watch if anyone came with them through the door, where they moved, what they had in their hands. Every time they cooked, Whumpee had to be there.

Caretaker sighed but gave in.

“Fine, fine…”

The shadow shifted to the chair. As long as they didn’t get in the way, Caretaker could put up with it.

Just think about cooking.

It soothed. When they first saw Whumpee after weeks of captivity, they thought they could handle it. Whumpee needed a safe place, someone close, someone caring. They could definitely provide it. “See? No one’s here, just us. You’re alright, you’re safe, you’re not there anymore.” Now days’d gone by. Same words, same hugs. And still letting Whumpee follow them. Cooking soothed. All they needed after sleepless nights was to zone out and move on.

Caretaker stirred the soup and reached out for a box on the shelf above. Warmth and scents. Final touches.

“What’s that?”

Sudden noise made Caretaker startle, spilling more than they intended to add.

“It’s salt. Gosh, it’s just salt…”

Breathe in, breathe out. Keep your voice down. They just want to make sure. Breathe in, breathe out. Fine. Whumpee liked to add a bit more salt anyway.

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inspired by @whump-guy ‘s prompt, that last bit gave me a vision i had to put into words

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this is a sign to give your whumpee a divine protector

it doesn’t want to hurt whumpee, or keep as a pet, or take as a sacrifice. it lived long enough to know pain and fear and suffering, and it wants whumpee to never feel hurt or scared, not anymore

it doesn’t make itself seen but it’s always near, just a voice in whumpee’s dreams, a presence they feel when alone, not following them but keeping them company. whumpee can’t know what their guard is, but they haven’t felt so comfortable, so safe in a long time, and they can’t help but accept that protection

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ooh that sweet moment after whumpee was mind-controlled, or transformed into a beast, or under the influence of some artefact. they now come back to themself, and everything returns all at once, and way too fast

• where are they? it’s cold, it’s lonely, and it’s definitely not where they were before

• who are those people? some faces look familiar but others… others are new, and those smirks and glances don’t look good

• hands on their shoulders and arms, holding them in place. “calm down, calm down! it’s okay, calm down!”

• blood on their hands. is it theirs? is it their enemy’s? is it their friend’s?

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silence in whump

• whumpee can no longer fight, no longer scream, so they just give up trying, one thought in mind: no one will come

• quiet, silent breakdowns, when whumpee hides away, unable to accept their own pain, let alone admit it in front of the others

• the team watches the footage they got. no one dares say a word when it finishes. and especially not whumpee

• the fight is over, whumpee’s safe, resting, and caretaker just sits with them, watching over them as they sleep, peaceful at last

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defanging a vampire keeps rattling around in my head. it brings good whump - but what about caretaking?

• caretaker taking the first look inside whumpee’s mouth; “oh that’s not good…” escapes their lips no matter how hard they try to stay calm

• caretaker helping whumpee feed; blood in elegant glasses - or funky mugs to cheer whumpee up a bit

• bonus: vampire caretaker biting the prey for whumpee and letting them feed naturally. it’s warm, it’s fresh, it feels almost the same

• caretaker making artificial fangs; they might be fully functional, imitating real vampire fangs, or just to fill in the holes, so that whumpee feels more comfortable

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there’s that something about a character that is not by all means a leader having to be one

they might have less experience than most of the team, they might hold a lower rank, they might be one of the youngest. and now they have to become the leader for those who are even less experienced, even younger, those who must be defended

do they succeed? are they strong enough to carry out the mission when the leader’s not there? or do they break down because they were never prepared for this?

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those little, tiny caretaker phrases in which you can feel their voice shaking:

“oh dear…” - when they first discover what really happened to whumpee, barely holding back tears

“it’s just me” - when whumpee jolts awake from another nightmare

“don’t look” - when they clean and bandage whumpee’s wounds, despite the look of it all making them sick

“h-hold on!” - when whumpee nearly passes out in their arms

“hush” - when whumpee apologises for something that’s not their fault, not an order but a gentle whisper

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whumpee who knows they can’t die casually stitches their own wounds when caretaker comes in

“what- what happened?!”

“oh, i, uh, i got into an argument.”

“you’re bleeding!!”

“yeah, sorry about the mess.”

caretaker just sighs. they still can’t get used to whumpee coming home injured. ever since they lived that one time, they stopped caring about getting hit, but caretaker couldn’t stop worrying about them

“gosh, let me… let me help you, at least.”

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whumpee that’s just recovered and got used to their new home and new life having to move. be it a natural disaster or an enemy’s attack, they have to leave their comfort zone, they have to lose everything again

at least caretaker moves with them... right?

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let your whumpee fall asleep during a car ride

caretaker notices it while waiting at a red light, gently brushes their knuckles over whumpee’s cheek, sighing in relief. at last, they rest

and let caretaker carry them home and tuck them into bed and kiss them goodnight

when whumpee wakes up, it’s all gonna be alright again

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appreciation post for little hurts and tiny comforts <3

a small cut, nothing serious but it still stings and makes doing chores uncomfortable - so caretaker gets them a bandaid and seals it with a kiss

a slight cold, not rendering whumpee bedridden but weary (and whiny about it) - so caretaker tucks them into bed and lets them rest

a little sad, perhaps they’ve just had a bad day but they’d still use a comforting hug - so caretaker gives them one, a tight and loving one

no big stakes or heart-shuttering angst. just small things - and the comfort whumpee deserves

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whumpee’s been rescued and is now recovering at home with their caretaker. they’re still quiet, secretive, slowly getting used to a new environment. but it goes well. they get used to things they didn’t think they’d see again, clothes in particular. now they get to wear whatever they want - and even pick something themself.

next time they go to the mall with caretaker, they come back with the fluffiest, softest pyjamas they could find.

whumpee sleeps in it that very night. and they don’t plan on taking it off any time soon.