Whump side blog, call me Loup (replies from looptheloup). 20s, they/them, let me know what to tag :) Fickle fan of many things, writes whumpy AO3 m/m fanfic under "lopingloup", interested in dark corners with occasional NSFW and gore. My profile pic is of my OC, Huck, and was made by Whumpersworld, and my background picture is also Huck, by Haro-whumps :)
Inspired by Alien: Earth, I am thinking about a person who befriends a true monster. Not a wolf with soulful eyes, but a genuine, honest to God Threat with a Capital T to all life.
A person who speaks softly to snarling sneering bared teeth and lays a gentle hand on smooth, rubbery skin that ripples with anger. A person who curls up to sleep with a creature hovering overhead to protect them, who would massacre any and everything else.
A person who looks away from the bodies left in their wake, because none of them matters half as much as the monster who loves them, and only them.
What kind of person? What sort of personality? What is the background that leads to becoming this person? What is their past?
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In a world where ownership over people is legal and commonplace, caretaker is happy that their family have never engaged in the practice.
Or so they thought…
Called to the reading of a beloved family member's will. Caretaker inherits whumpee who was owned, abused and hidden from the family by that family member. Now caretaker must deal with not only owning another person, but trying to reconcile the family member they knew and loved (or thought they did) and the horrors that have been done to whumpee.
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hmm might i request a depressed and potentially suicidal caretaker who is doing their best because whumper is their one reason to keep going?
no pressure of course! ৲( ᵒᵕᵒ)৴♡৹
i assume you meant whumpee? if not, just resend the prompt!
#351
content: past trauma, past kidnapping, past torture, implied starvation, depressed caretaker, suicidal caretaker, suicidal ideation whump, self-harm mention
New day. New challenges. Get up. Get out of bed. Get up.
Caretaker turned over in bed, kicking their blanket off of themself so that the cold might incentivise them to get up. Truth be told, they were losing steam. Dangerously so. But they had to get up. They had to keep going. For Whumpee.
So they got up and out of bed, then went to make breakfast while Whumpee slept soundly in the other room. The dark cloud that seemed to follow them everywhere even penetrated the sweet smell of blueberry pancakes, and they didn't know what was wrong with them. They should've been happy. Should've felt blessed that Whumpee was back and they got to care for them. And yet. And yet.
"Good morning," Whumpee mumbled as they shuffled into the kitchen. Caretaker must've woken them with the pots and pans. "Pancakes?"
"Yup!" they tried to say cheerily, but it rang hollow, even to them. There was something wrong with them, and they couldn't figure out what. They weren't the one who had gone through the ordeal, they weren't the one kidnapped and tortured and—
"Is something wrong?"
"Hm?"
"You seem… off."
Well, it was at least good that Caretaker had managed to hide it up until today. "I'm okay," they lied easily, because they'd been doing it for the past weeks. They felt empty. Not even sad, just…empty. They couldn't sleep, eating was a chore, and all in all, if Whumpee wasn't residing with them, they would've given up and just stayed in bed to rot.
"Okay?" Whumpee half-said, half-asked. They had enough on their plate without Caretaker's idiotic problems. That was probably why they didn't press the issue.
Caretaker set a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of them on the table, then forced themself to take two for themself as well and sit down. "How are you feeling today?" they asked, because it was always easier to fuss over Whumpee than face whatever demons they had going on.
"Good," they said between bites. "Thanks for the meal."
"Don't mention it."
"Won't you eat with me?"
"Yes, of course," Caretaker said, stabbing a bite of pancake with their fork. They didn't lift it to their mouth. They just sat there, staring at the bite-sized piece, like it would attack them at any moment.
They didn't want to eat. They weren't hungry. They wanted to stay in bed, in a dark room, until this feeling went away.
"Caretaker?" Whumpee asked gently. Caretaker shook their head a little to get rid of the thoughts.
"Sorry, I… I don't really feel like pancakes today. Maybe I'll put mine in the fridge, eat them later. You just go on and eat. Please. You're still so skinny."
"There's something going on, and you're not telling me," Whumpee said bluntly.
"No—"
"I'm not stupid. What is it?"
Caretaker stayed silent. How were they supposed to explain that nothing had been the same ever since Whumpee had been taken? That they developed severe insomnia, had to get on meds for it to avoid a full-on, sleep deprivation-induced psychotic break, that everything felt empty, that even when Whumpee came back, the all-consuming emptiness didn't go away, that they still flinched at every noise, thinking the people who had kidnapped Whumpee were back, how were they supposed to explain any of it? How were they supposed to explain that the nerves were so bad some days that they would've rather slit their wrists than keep going? But they had to. For Whumpee. Because Whumpee was back. And they were supposed to be happy. And they were, they told themself. They were happy.
"Can we just eat for now?" Caretaker asked miserably.
"You're not even eating."
"Well, can you just eat for now?"
Whumpee stared at them. Caretaker couldn't figure out what they were thinking, but they felt smaller and smaller under their gaze. There was something in Whumpee's gaze that was forever changed, that made Caretaker feel like an outsider to a unique experience they would never understand. They used to be best friends. They still were, they supposed. And yet they weren't. They were living within two feet of each other and yet they were impossibly far apart. Neither of them opened up. Neither of them spoke except for empty pleasantries.
"I can," Whumpee said eventually. Caretaker let out a relieved sigh.
They didn't know what was wrong with them. But they would keep it together. For Whumpee.
