WhumpWright

Luxuries such as blankets

Extra bedding that's there for comfort, such as double pillows, soft ones or plushies

Warm baths/showers

Food that tastes good just because

Clothing in bright colors

Music

A door that locks from the inside

Clothing that favours comfort over functionality/protection

Pets

Floor time

Books

Pain medicine

Lazy days where you can just take it slow instead of being always at a strict and unforgiving schedule for maximum efficiency always

Villains, of course, show up often, wounded and grateful for Caretaker’s asylum. They know they’ll be treated with respect and allowed to leave freely. Heroes, on the other hand, flow to Caretaker’s place more gradually. Heroes who are too ashamed to get help back at HQ, or that are severely injured and found on the street. Almost all civilians in the area know exactly where Caretaker is.

Most significantly, Caretaker enforces neutrality at their place. If a hero and villain happen to be there at the same time, they can’t fight each other. At the very least, civility is mandatory. But in more urgent situations, they’re frequently asked to help the other one that’s more seriously injured.

I raise you: living weapon is sincerely perplexed at how clumsy and distracted everyone else is.

People find it somewhere between endearing and annoyingly smug of them. Until living weapon reacts utterly baffled at the notion anyone could *not* constantly be hyperaware of their surroundings and primed to react to every possible incoming danger at all times.

whumpee shakes their head. curls up tighter into themself. what's the point, if all that awaits them is more endless agony anyways?

a low cry of despair slips past their lips as whumper grabs their hair and pulls them up. "I said," two heavy slaps followed by a warning squeeze to the back of their throat. "get the fuck up."

whumpee trembles, trembles, trembles. tasting blood, feeling it dribble past their chin. it won't stop. what's the point?

"What are you doing?"

"Protecting you????"

I had to draw him too

Bloody teeth.

Yes, give them a rough punch to the face, watch their bottom lip split open, wait a few seconds for them to spit a bit of blood onto the floor, then wait for them to raise their head and smile at you.

Look at their teeth, stained with blood!

I love that in particular.

Whumper giving Whumpee only their favorite dish until Whumpee is sick.

Whumper dressing themselves or locking Whumpee in a room of their favourite colour.

the whumper who did it guides them through the room while being too touchy, even to the dazed whumpee. they meet some of their mutual friends along the way.

"don't worry, whumpee went a little overboard with the alcohol," whumper laughs it off and everyone believes them, because whumper is a great friend and an even better liar, "i'll take care of them."

whumpee cant protest, their mouth not forming the right words. even if they could speak, it'd sound like mindless rambling. whumper wouldnt do something like that

too scared to ask for affection

testing the waters with “casual” brushes

“please, don’t go…”

meeting a naturally physically affectionate person and being thrown for a loop

freezing up when receiving physical affection and not knowing how to react

being uncomfortable when they do receive affection

seeking out hobbies associated with physical contact (dancing, wrestling, …)

watching someone hug and feeling envy

taking long, hot showers to simulate touch

hugging self in bed to self soothe

trying to replace human affection with animal companions

learning to ask for hugs and cuddles

once they feel comfortable with it, they become insatiable for touch

(is also sometimes called “skin hunger” and i just think that’s sick)

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…