I continued with the ‘Morty is going to turn into Rick’ theme.
Cause I love hurting myself and I’m taking you all with me.
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I continued with the ‘Morty is going to turn into Rick’ theme.
Cause I love hurting myself and I’m taking you all with me.
・✿ヾ╲(。◕‿◕。)╱✿・゚
It took me all day long, but I finally finished the big project I was telling you guys about. The song is Youth, by Daughter.
If you can, listen to the song while you read :)
When Rick comes back form prison, he notices that Morty only wears long sleeves, even tho they are in summer. He ends up by discovering that Morty has been cutting for the past year, when Rick was in prison. Rick gets really upset and they start fighting. At one point, Morty bursts out in tears.
“YOU LEFT ME ! I WAS ALL ALONE ! YOU SAID IT WAS GONNA BE US, FOREVER AND FOREVER, AND YOU LEFT ME !”
Welp, that’s the little backstory of this project. I really hope you’ll like it guys.
different levels of chills
Level 1: the kind of chills that signal something’s not right - so low key that they’ll likely just bump the heat up a notch, grab an extra layer, or curl around a mug of something warm. usually accompanied by a mysterious tickle in their throat and a shiver up the spine. could just be a common cold, could be the start of something bad.
Level 2: lil more serious. whumpee is definitely aware that they’re chilled and shivery, hiding from drafty areas and seeking out an extra blanket to wrap up in. lots of rubbing of arms, shy requests for hugs, and jackets pulled tight around shaking shoulders. being outside is straight misery. can often be quelled with a hot drink and a warm bed.
Level 3: now we’re cooking. whumpee has likely given up on trying to hide how cold they are and has forsaken all else in favor of Getting Warm. you’ll likely find them huddled in bed in the fetal position, multiple blankets pulled up to their chin, but still freezing and chilled to the bone. would not leave bed for a thousand dollars, and just wants to stop shivering.
Level 4: Very Bad Chills. 🥶 whumpee can’t remember what heat feels like. this poor thing is suffering and desperate and has tried everything to get warm: hot shower, piles of blankets, warm soup, a n y t h i n g. violent shakes and shivers, teeth chattering so hard they’re scared they’ll break. will beg through their tears for another blanket, for someone to hold them close and warm them up. maybe their fever will break soon, but maybe it won’t, and they’ll freeze for hours. only an absolute monster would reject them at this level of misery.
When the whumpee is finally safe and all their wounds have been treated, but they’re still an exhausted, emotional mess. Their teammates deciding to have a sleepover, and creating a blanket pile so they can all curl up together. One of the whumpee’s teammates carrying them to the pile, and as soon as the whumpee is set down, them curling into whoever is closest. That teammate wrapping their arms around them, avoiding putting pressure on any injuries, and stroking the whumpee’s hair. The whumpee drifting off to sleep within a few minutes, and one of their other teammates spreading a blanket over the two, making sure the whumpee won’t get cold.
your character falls asleep in front of the hot flames of a fireplace 🔥
the caretaker finds them like this, and carries them to the couch as they sleep. it will probably be more comfortable than the throw pillows they were lying on
the caretaker mistakes the character's overheated skin for a simple consequence of being so close to the fire, and entirely misses the raging fever underneath
“I can’t”
some prompts bc this is just so so good and I couldn’t decide which scenario I liked best…
- said by the caretaker, who absolutely Cannot do the necessary caretaking - maybe there aren’t enough supplies, maybe they don’t know how to do it, maybe they know it’ll cause more harm than good…the list goes on. just. caretakers not being able to do what they do best.
- said by the physically hurt whumpee, who can’t walk, can’t pick something up, maybe can’t move at all. who can’t do the thing the caretaker is asking them to do - ie, ‘can you move your fingers,’ ‘can you feel your legs,’ ‘can you see what’s trapping you,’ etc.
- said by the sick whumpee, who is too weak to do much of anything. they can’t move, can’t eat the soup that’s been made for them, can’t focus their blurry eyes.
- said by the emotionally hurt whumpee, who can’t make a tough choice, who can’t let go of the past, who can’t give up on something that has long been lost. a whumpee in the middle of a panic attack, who feels like they can’t breathe, can’t move. a whumpee who can’t articulate how they’re feeling, who can’t quite ask for help, who can’t talk about what happened to them
- finally, bc it’s one of my favorite tropes - “I can’t” being said as the whumpee is refusing to rest, to heal. hiding an illness, injury, or emotional pain - or simply pushing it to the side. “I can’t miss work today no matter how bad I feel,” “I can’t go to the hospital, my team needs me,” “I can’t get a cast, I need to use this arm,” etc. god tier stuff right there.
Summary: You finger and dom a submissive Loki :)
Warning: Listen without headphones, it sounds more like him that way. But do be warned to keep the volume low...
Pt 2 of the last audio.
different causes of sickness
a friend had asked me for some advice on how I write differences between different types of sickness or reasons someone could get sick! so I typed up a reference of details I try to keep in mind in my writing. not by any means meant to be comprehensive but these are some of the more common things I see used or use myself!
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Imagine human pets being sold to vampires as nutritional solutions. Forever meals that as long as they mildly take care of them, they'll always have a blood supply. Some vampires keep them as treasured companions, love and cherish their little blood bags like most do their precious animals.
Others though woo boy, they are rich enough to not care. They buy discount pets from shelters to abuse and drain. Some for large parties where they are sure to get dismembered and die.
I just love the idea of big, bad vampires both caring for or destroying their humans.
A post apocalypse world where humans are scarce. A lot of them actually survived the end of the world but… not enough. Not enough to sustain their own populations and the vampires who rely on them for blood. It’s easy to guess which species started to die out quick and with the humans diminishing population… the vampires started to die with them.
Not literally. They were already dead of course but with nothing to eat, not being able to survive on animal blood alone, they started to turn into the blood thirsty monsters everyone always thought they were and the few remaining humans? They lived in fear, terrified of when they’d encounter a vampire and have their throat ripped from their neck in the demon’s haste to eat.
Of course, this led to some unlikely partnerships.
Whumpee was caught by a vampire and the moment they felt those cold claw like fingers digging into their arm, they knew they were done for. The vampire’s teeth slashed into their neck. They felt their blood fleeing from them and when everything finally got hazy and dark, someone else arrived.
Whumpee heard the fight but they didn’t have any clue if the vampire that picked them up after was the one that had attacked them or not, until they realized there was no reason for their attacker to be cradling them so gently.
Whumpee woke up later freezing, covered in their own blood but surrounded by blankets, shirts, seemly anything soft and warm that could be found. They didn’t even notice that they weren’t alone until they struggled to sit and saw it sitting in the corner.
A vampire. A starving vampire, with eyes so dark they were almost black, fangs popping out of their mouth, veins so dark and depraved that they would almost look like tattoos if it weren’t for the fact that they were everywhere and that whumpee knew better.
Whumpee knew that they were about to die. Their mind was screaming that it was true but then, why bring them here? Why the blanket? Why not feed right where they’d been fought over?
It was when the vampire explained that whumpee finally understood the situation they were in. They were in a building full of vampires, starving vampires, and they were being offered protection and safety and whatever else they could be offered, if they’d stay and let the vampires feed on them.
They weren’t enough. There were too many vampires and only one of them. The chances of a vampire losing control and killing them were so high but what was the alternative? Leave and wait to be killed that way?
Of course, whumpee said yes. They didn’t really have another choice and when they asked how this would work, how they were expected to feed so many vampires when they couldn’t, they weren’t really given an answer.
There wasn’t one but the alternative was starving and death, respectively. Neither of them really had a choice but to make it work.
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Amal is struggling with his health and so there sister bought them a box boy. The head in the clouds art student and the anxiety ball from the box find themselves in a rather unusual situation. Neither of them prepared for the other in the slightest they still try to make the most of this strange situation.
A lot of amazing whump blogs inspired me to do this comic and developed the whole box boy universe. Thank you for this amazing world:
. @shameless-whumper @deluxewhump @ashintheairlikesnow
Whump Prompt #178
The monster has done their best to make the timid new captive feel safe. They give up their pallet, stay as far away as they can, squish themselves up as small as possible, make sure not to eat or drink until after the new resident has, generally tries not to be big or scary or threatening.
One night they’re thrown back in the cell, too battered to move. All they can do is whimper, bleed, and pray for sleep. A tiny hand slips into their paw, a blanket gently pulled over their shivering body. The monster opens their eyes to see the timid cellmate with wet rags, smiling shakily as they prepare to clean up the monster.
Some vampires with their human pets are sweet, loving owners. They make sure they're always bathed and dressed nice, feed them several times a day and interact with them. Take them out shopping where they're allowed, go to pet parks and let their humans all talk and play together. Some even let them sleep in their beds and cuddle them into dreamland. They're allowed free roam of the house and the yard, showered in praise and affection when their masters come home.
Other ones aren't so nice and really just think of them as meals. They keep them locked up in a spare room, in a kennel and if they're by a furnace it's fortunate. Sometimes it's so smothering hot that it's not a good thing. They take them out only to inflict pain and drink from them, or to cut them up and bleed them into a cup. Several love the fear and control, seeing their little pet tremble and shake when they're reaching into the cage. The glossy look in their eyes when they try to ask for food and are afraid but too weak and hungry to ignore it anymore.
your character goes limp mid-hug, much to your caretaker's shock. the options:
they've been hiding an injury that finally caught up with them. the dreaded adrenaline crash sapping all their strength
or they are sick, slightly shivering, and no longer in the position to support their own weight. unusually pale, they may have the courtesy of warning for this one ("I'm not feeling too good...")
or they're hit with a tranq dart; caretaker hears a whistle, a hiss, then their friend's eyes roll back + they go down
or they are simply so exhausted that they give into the safety of a warm, friendly hug, unaware of the caretaker calling out their name in concern
pet whumpee gets bought by a huge, intimidating-looking tough guy. whumpee is so so scared, but he turns out to be a gentle caretaker.
Whumpee was shaking, not resisting as they were pulled along by their new owner.
They had just been bought by someone named Caretaker, one of the scariest people they had ever seen. They were tall and bulky, with lots of tattoos and an angry look on their face.
Caretaker had a hand around their arm, pulling them toward their car. Tripping over a crack in the sidewalk, Whumpee whimpered softly.
Caretaker stopped walking, pausing and looking down at the shivering pet at their feet. "What's wrong?" they asked, frowning. "Are you okay?"
Whumpee nodded rapidly. If they weren't okay, they'd be punished. They knew that. So why was Caretaker looking at them like that?
Caretaker silently smiled and continued walking them towards their car, albeit at a slower, more even pace, their grip of Whumpee loosening.
As they opened the door of their car, Caretaker helped Whumpee into the seat, buckling them in and everything.
"There," they said, patting them gently. "Now I get to take you home. Don't worry, you'll be safe with me."
Whumpee nodded, fear soaking into them. They knew Caretaker would take them home and do whatever they wanted to them. They only hoped it wasn't too bad.
Hi I love your Jewelry Box stuff! Also, I've had this idea bouncing around for a while: An evil spirit/demon thing (like something from the Conjuring or Paranormal Activity) whumping a human whumpee. Then, human whumpee's demon/spirit caretaker jumps in and makes sure the whumper understands not to mess with his human (who he loves very much).
"What do you think you're doing?" Caretaker frowned, crossing their arms as they took in the scene in front of them.
Whumper was haunting, was hurting Whumpee, who was currently curled up in a ball on the floor, whimpering pathetically with their eyes squeezed shut. Whumper glanced up in surprise at Caretaker, a smirk on their face.
"Oh, nothing," they replied, floating up to meet Caretaker. "Just playing with my newest toy."
"Don't!" Caretaker snapped.
Whumper paused before laughing. "Or what?" they taunted. "It's not like you're stronger than me, Caretaker. We both know I've always been the better, the scarier ghost."
Caretaker forced themself to take a deep breath before snarling at Whumper. "Well, I'm older, far older than a mediocre punk like you. I've already claimed this human, so I'll only say it once more: back off."
Whumper blanched back, just a bit, but it was enough of a concession. As soon as they had fully disappeared, Caretaker floated back closer to Whumpee.
Scooping them up in their semi-solid arms, Caretaker cradled them close, while they were still crying and confused. "It's alright, dear," they comforted. "They're gone now. They can't hurt you anymore." Their arms tightened around Whumpee, wishing to never let go.
Drabble Prompt:
(Inhuman caretakersTalking about whumpee that fell below)
“Caretaker that’s that?”
“This is a human, they are very fragile so we need to be careful with them. Especially this one.”
Whumpee was distantly aware of voices above them, floating far above, that weren't quite human. Their whole body hurt, aching and stabbing and sore, from where they'd fallen right off the side of the cliff, running from Whumper.
"Caretaker," one of the voices said. "What's that?"
"That's a human," the other, Caretaker, replied. "They're very fragile, so we need to be careful with them. Especially this one. See? They're hurt."
Whumpee let out a pitiful whimper, knowing someone - multiple someones - had found them, and they knew it was only a matter of time before they were hurt again.
Strong arms, covered in thick, shimmering obsidian skin, almost like scales, lifted them easily from where they'd fallen. Cradling them close, talon-like fingers nudged their face.
Whumpee blinked up at the two creatures staring curiously down at them, nearly delirious with pain and exhaustion. "Please," they rasped, voice raw from screaming.
The one holding them looked up at the other. "See, they're fragile things. And very rare too. It's highly unusual to find one out in the wild."
The other one shifted uncomfortably. "Are we sure it isn't a run away, Caretaker? We could get in trouble for stealing." Their voice hushed, as if worried about being overheard.
Whumpee whined softly. They knew it, they knew they'd get caught. Now they'd be sent back and punished. Punished horribly, unlikely to survive it.
Caretaker let out a huff of breath. "They're almost definitely a run away, but there's only one estate near by that has humans, and it's better we found them than they do."
They glanced down at Whumpee, something like a smile on their reptilian face. Running another gentle talon over their face, they shook their head. "No, we're going to keep this one."