whump in progress

-Caretaker gently carrying a spider or other creepy crawly out into the garden instead of squashing it gives the Whumpee who was always considered expendable a lump in their throat.

-Caretaker having a “scary” dog breed like a Pitt bull or Rottweiler but treating it like a pet and lapdog, loving on it instead of training it to attack. Living Weapon Whumpee watches hopefully from their spot standing guard as the dog lays its head in Caretakers lap.

-Caretaker fixing their old beater of a car instead of getting a new one, even though they could afford it, and the Whumpee who was replaced after get hurt/making a mistake/getting too old/etc feels a sense of overwhelming relief.

-Caretaker feeding and watching over a feral stray cat from a distance, never trying to trap it or get too close, just making sure it’s okay. Stoic/defiant Whumpee not letting themselves think about how that makes them feel. Also, if/when Caretaker has to catch and treat the stray because it’s gotten injured or sick, realizing that that’s what Caretaker had been doing for them. They just were too scared to understand.

-Caretaker oiling and polishing their tools, putting them away carefully, taking pains that they were well taken care of and would last forever. Mentioning offhandedly that if you take care of your tools, they’ll take care of you. Slave Whumpee nodding emphatically, hoping that mindset extends to them as well.

"What else?"

A solemn shake of the head, "Nothing."

"What is it, whumpee?"

"I said forget it."

"I'm sorry I had to keep leaving. I was trying to get you blankets and tea so you'd be more comfortable."

"I don't need all that shit, I need..." Another sputtering sigh.

"Actually," Caretaker looks in the general direction of the kitchen, as if listening for something. "The tea might be ready."

"God damn it, caretaker."

"Huh?"

Tears brim in whumpees jaded eyes, a quiver present in their usual stern voice. "Quit fucking with me and stay. I don't beg. I don't ask for shit." Their voice, their whole demeanor breaks. "I don't want to be alone. Not for one second."

"Oh..." Caretakers face goes pink. "I'll stay, but um... I should really turn off the stove.*

Whumpee covers their worn face, biting back a barrage of desperate pleading. Being bedridden, they had all the time in the world to contemplate and remember everything that happened to them. That led them here, with caretaker. They couldn't bear another lonely, introspective second of this.

"I'll be right back, whumpee," caretaker says, standing. "The kitchens just around the corner."

Days 12 of Bricktober - Love

one more dawn, one more day

Here everyone have some of my Les Mis angst

“A wolf paw print in bison blood from this morning in Yellowstone. From one of the members of the Junction Butte pack.”

Wired: Enjolras sleeps in spine-wrecking positions because when he was shot out the window in 1832 that’s how he landed.

I also saw the poll you did on a possible Star Trek au as someone who ALSO loves ToS PLEASE DO IT IT WOULD GO SO HARD OMG

Hi, hello, hi! SIMON IS ADORABLE 100% I MUST DRAW HIM THIS WAY ACK THANK YOU

And YAY a fellow trekkie!! I've been having a blast planning out how I want to design them, which divisions they'd go in, what setting to do... ugh so many options and never enough time to try them all!

Right now I kinda wanna slap poor Simon in a red shirt and make it a running joke that every time Grace crosses paths with him he's covered in blood in some way like: