Tree • she/her • 21 y.o.
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Tree • she/her • 21 y.o.
posts scheduled for 8:00 and 19:00 CT
feel free to send asks at any time!
Car crashes my beloved
Oncoming headlights. Blood smeared on the asphalt. Punctured lungs and broken ribs. The smell of smoke and burning rubber. Shattered windows. Gravel and shards of glass embedded in skin. Spitting out blood and teeth. Puking on the side of the road from a concussion.
"Hey now, we can't have you touching that."
The just-rescued cradle- the rescued character is injured/weak/overcome and is protectively clutched to their rescuer's chest in a half-sitting position, head lolling against their chest/crook of their supporting elbow, perhaps one feeble hand clutching a sleeve or hem, other characters gathering around and the rest of the conversation flowing over their head apart from the supporting character's reassurances.
not the kind of "weekend vacation" that was expected, but...
still thinking about that lil au/fic... never leaves my mind...
Caretaker accidentally touching Whumpee a certain way that sets them off. They’re cuddling and Caretaker is absentmindedly caressing Whumpee’s cheek with the back of their hand, their hand slips a little lower, Caretaker's fingers brushing Whumpee’s neck.
Whumpee recoils, shrinking back instinctively, their eyes widening.
“I— fuck, I’m- I’m sorry, Whumpee.” Caretaker raises their hands in the air.
Whumpee touches their own neck. Looks back at Caretaker, trying to control their breathing.
I’m not in danger. I’m fine. It’s just Caretaker.
Whumpee slowly crawls back to Caretaker’s arms, tentatively, hoping Caretaker would still want them, longing for that closeness again.
Relief settles over them as Caretaker welcomes them back, arms wrapping gently around Whumpee.
“I’m so—“
“No need to apologize.” Whumpee said. “…you’re the best. Y-you know what I need… and you keep me safe.”
Someone searching for Whumpee. They can hear them calling their name just beyond the door. But Whumper has a hand to their mouth and a knife to their throat.
whump tropes that make it into every single thing i write because i’m unoriginal:
• trauma reveal by bedridden/weakened/recovering character
• blood-loss related collapse
• somebody gets shot/stabbed/impaled in the chest/gut region
• face holding/checking for injuries
• gentle and/or frantic manhandling (bonus points if hurt character is extra floppy lol)
• fading in and out
• A (who’s usually bleeding out) asks B if they’re ok, cue B trying not to burst into tears or getting pissed off
• A returns to work/regular activities/battle too soon after injury and needs to be scraped off the floor and tucked back into bed by B
the classic "are you hurt?" but the whumpee is the one saying it. slurring the words through a hoarse throat and numbed lips, their eyes are glazed and their hands are shaking, frantic at the blood soaking the caretaker's shirt and too delirious to realize it's all their own.
"When was the last time you saw a doctor?"
when the whumpee is reluctant to take needed pain medication because it doesn’t feel safe to. the pills make them fuzzy, cloud their mind, dull their senses. it’s not safe to not be alert, not be attentive. they can’t afford to be in a state where they could be taken advantage of, hurt. caught off guard.
and then there’s caretaker. promising to keep watch. to be their eyes and ears. to keep them safe while they’re fuzzy, out of it, sleeping off the meds and the pain. and whumpee finally is able to get some relief, because they’re brave enough to take the risk and trust caretaker to keep them safe.
a kiss
"Oh... oooooh. I think that's kicking in."
living weapon whumpee getting grievously injured and being in shock. not aware of the danger. trying to keep moving, stumbling forward blearily, even as everyone around her yells at her to sit the fuck down. fighting everyone who tries to hold her down.
Non-physical captivity. A relationship which is warped from threats and blackmail. From guilt and 'to protect' something (or someone?).
Whumpee and whumper in a relationship similar to captive and captor. Except it isn't physical. It's all mind games and social relationships and reasons for this non-physical captivity. Owing a debt? Covering up for someone else? Feeling this is 'the only thing I can do'?
Honestly, maybe the non-physical captivity is the best of all. The invisible chain.