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Day 27 What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.” (whoops posted todays one yesterday)
'Wait, you're telling me that you're my boyfriend??'
'Teds please lie back down'
'Wow, how am I this lucky??'
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Prompt #47
Medic is one of the last human survivors in a world destroyed by a virus, which turns everyone infected into zombies. For some reason, Medic is immune to said virus, and now has taken it upon himself to find a cure.
One day, Medic is searching for a new lab specimen to test new vaccines on and finds Whumpee, who looks to be infected like everyone else and is wandering around the lab premises lumping one leg. Medic approaches, net in hand and expecting for the zombie to attack right away.
But Whumpee freezes on the spot, and begins to back away mumbling "no... no m-more hurting....". Even tho Whumpee's skin is surely decaying, and his veins have turned purple under it, Medic is confused as to why a zombie has any level of self-awareness and even the capacity of speech.
My #47 headcanons would include:
- Medic trying the vaccine on Whumpee nonetheless, but surely keeping an eye on the new discovered zombie. "Will it kill me? P-please let it kill me. I-i need to go to sleep..."
- Whumpee crying and trembling on the floor, because the vaccine isn't ready yet and "it hurts s-so much...."
- Medic returns periodically to check if there's been any progress, only to find Whumpee still "zombified" and pleading to be left alone, running away (as much as he manages to) from Medic and even showing teeth. But Medic is immune and surely not impressed.
- Medic taking pity on the sad sight. He starts monitoring him closely from the CCTV. Having found a specimen who is intelligent above the average is a remarkable find after two years of surviving the apocalypse. Maybe the virus is muting?
- Whumpee spends the nights in a commercial zone, inside a furniture store. He has rearranged a bed in the backstore so it resembles a comfy bedroom. He gets under the covers each night, hoping to finally fall asleep. He never manages, tho. The virus makes him unable to lose conciousness and rest, keeping him alive no matter what.
- Whumpee has collected all the plushies in the store and took them by his bedside, so it helps him sleep. The virus makes him have bad thoughts, so he talks to the stuffed animals to feel less lonely.
- Medic visits him one night. Whumpee gets frightened when he sees Medic enter and clutches tightly the sheets, burying his head in them and trying to disapear.
- Medic sits on his bed and demands to give him his arm. Whumpee sobs quietly, knowing it will hurt a lot. The syringe sticks rudely into his skin. Whumpee waits for the Medic to finish and then curls into a ball, waiting for the pain.
- He, though, starts to feel very relaxed. Medic puffs his pillow and covers the small frame under the comforter. "This will make you fall asleep for once."
- ...
- "T-thank y-you"
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Prompt #34
Whumpee has infiltrated into a military spaceship to escape from his own planet, where he was being treated like a slave. Caretaker, the commander of the aircraft, has detected the stowaway and his hiding spot through the cameras -- an abandoned maintenance chamber on the east wing.
But he doesn't report it.
Caretaker, being able to monitor every aspect in the spaceship via the control room, raises the temperature in said chamber. Whumpee can now sleep tight and warm through the travel.
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Anonymous asked:
https://www.tumblr.com/emmettverse/736104713748135936/where-you-would-like-to-see-mark-well
Not even the same anon but... PLEASE!
late nights spent on the phone
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hahahahaaaa get safe and cared for, idiot
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"If you won't let me brush your hair, I will shave it again."
Drawn on stream until fucking too late ast night--- but the chaos was awesome! Thanks to everyone who made it a good time and hung out!
although looking at it rn I lowkey hate it--- ah well. Is part of life.
UGHHHhhh I need to go work gmorning yalll
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ok but i want a whumpee to get tattoo artist caretaker to tattoo over their scars. caretaker is very gentle and reassuring, very kind, and it's so soft and intimate as they slowly disinfect the area and place the tattoo. whumpee goes to the mirror to check it out and their eyes lit up and they say it's just how they imagined it to be and they're ready to make it permanent. caretaker adjusts the seat and whumpee lies down and caretaker just tells them to relax and tells them when they're about to start and chats to whumpee all throughout the experience and it's just all so soft and gentle and whumpee is finally leaving their past behind...... they cry when they see the finished tattoo and thank caretaker and caretaker tells them it's on the house.......
tw scars and past trauma, self-deprecation, bad body image
“Hey, um… I have an appointment?”
“‘Course. Can you wait a couple minutes? I’m just gonna finish this up.”
Whumpee said sure, because what else were they going to say? They sat on one of the surprisingly comfortable chairs, staring at the art on the walls. The entire studio was covered in them. All drawings of Caretaker’s, they assumed, proudly put on display for everyone to admire. They were an incredible artist, from what Whumpee could see.
Their own soon-to-be-tattoo was nothing complicated, especially compared to these sketches. They had scrolled on Pinterest endlessly, looking for the perfect, symbolic imagery with the perfect, deep meaning. But at the end of the day, they realised they just wanted the scar covered as soon as possible. They couldn’t keep looking in the mirror and getting flashbacks. So they’d settled on something generic, scoffing when people told them they’d regret it.
Their body was already ruined. A tattoo would only improve it, even if it was the worst thing anyone had ever seen.
“So… Whumpee, right?” Caretaker’s voice brought them back down to earth, and they realised it was only the two of them in the shop now. The previous customer had already left, presumably while they were cussing out aunts and uncles in their head.
“Y-Yeah.” They cleared their throat, straightening their back a bit more. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m… a bit nervous.”
“First tattoo?” they asked with a gentle smile, and Whumpee nodded. “Anyone would be nervous, don’t worry about it. Of course, if at any point you seriously change your mind, you can just walk out, no fee.”
“Thanks,” they muttered. They couldn’t really explain that the nerve-racking part wasn’t the tattoo; it was leaving the house and stepping into the studio of a stranger, to then spend hours upon hours in a chair, motionless, under said stranger’s needle. They felt trapped.
“I’ll print it out for you, yeah? One moment.”
Whumpee watched as the pattern emerged from the printer, in three different sizes. Caretaker held up all three next to their leg, one by one, asking which one Whumpee wanted. They chose the biggest, the one that covered the most surface area, not caring how much undamaged skin they were about to hide, and how angry their family would be later.
When the design finally went up on their leg, – not the permanent one, just the one Caretaker would use as a guide, – they thought they would finally be able to hop into the chair and get started. Instead, they were urged to actually look in the mirror, and see how it looked. “Just to make sure.”
Whumpee relented, subjecting themself to the mortifying ordeal of perceiving their own, messed up body in front of a stranger. But when they looked at their reflection, and their eyes found the place where their scar should’ve been– where their scar was, they couldn’t even see it. Their face lit up instantly, and they turned towards Caretaker with a dumb grin on their face. “Is it really gonna look this good?” they asked, completely in awe.
“Oh, no.” Caretaker returned the grin, cheeky and confident. “It’ll look much better.”
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tumblr flagged this post forever ago so I’ll just repost it haha (also checking if it will show in tags…)
> ill be forever salty about twin’s death so i ignore it and live in my au okay
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"What is all this?"
Whumpee gave a sheepish smile as they carefully set the plate of pancakes and the two cups of coffee down in front of their caretakers. "I wanted to do something special for you," they admitted. "I, uh... I hope it's good. I can't taste it myself, 'cause of..." they trailed off, motioning vaguely to their pointed fangs. "...but I followed the recipe to the letter! So I hope it's okay."
Much to their relief, both caretakers seemed to love it. Both had multiple, drizzled with maple syrup and whatever else they felt like that morning. Whumpee felt a great sense of triumph as they cleaned their dishes up afterwards, and were rewarded with two cups of blood that morning instead of their usual one.
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‘You look like you didn’t get any proper sleep in days’ ‘ Haha .. yeah …’ Noct’s dreams are running wild with the things that could be happening to Prom .. So he decides he doesn’t need sleep anyways. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3&4 | Part 5&6 decided to throw these two together so we can move on with what’s actually happening tomorrow. And also so I can get to the fluff sooner
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Prompt: human whumpee and inhuman/monstrous caretaker, bonus points for language barrier ~🐸
tw failed escape, injured and bleeding, fear of dying
Whumpee tried to crawl away as fast as they could, but given how injured they were, and how they were bleeding all over the ground, they had little hope of losing the fucking pack of monsters who were following them. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." They circled around a big enough tree, leaning their back against the trunk as they panted. This was it. They couldn't keep going. And unless there was a miracle, the monsters would find them, and promptly rip them apart.
Why did it turn out like this?
They could hear the sound of way too big paws against grass, as if a herd of bears was surrounding their clumsy hiding place. They closed their eyes and waited, unable to even hold their breath for too long. They were exhausted. They had tried to fight the inevitable and failed; now they just wanted to spend their last moments at least breathing normally.
They jumped when something wet touched their shoulder, followed by insistent sniffing. They didn't dare open their eyes. Any moment now, those jaws would snap down on their flesh and tear it from the bone.
The creature made a soft sound in the back of its throat. Whumpee stayed motionless. The creature repeated it, more urgent this time, finally prompting them to crack one eye open to see what was going on.
God, the beast was enormous. It poked their shoulder with its snout again, making that same sound as before. It was almost like... a puppy asking to be followed by its owner. Whumpee was petrified, though. They were not about to follow a single fucking monster deeper into unknown woods.
The thing huffed, frustrated. It opened its huge mouth, revealing several rows of sharp teeth, and Whumpee let out a pitiful whimper. "No! No, please, don't, please-"
The creature's jaws snapped shut, and Whumpee awaited the pain that was sure to follow. Instead, they felt their body be lifted by the shirt. Were they... being carried? Dragged away..? But instead of prey, they felt more like... a kitten being carried by its mother.
Was this thing actually trying to save them?
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hide and seek
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@whump-side and @comfortingcatharsis y’all remember this post that had whumpee sleeping in a tissue box? I found it again and felt in the mood👀 not the best, not the worst;)