Caretaker With A Difficult/dark Past, Who Is Struggling With Who They Are. Everyone Seems To Have It

Caretaker with a difficult/dark past, who is struggling with who they are. Everyone seems to have it figured out, and yet here they are, still stumbling along, not knowing what they're doing.

Until Whumpee(s) enter(s) their life. Whumpee gets hurt, and Caretaker gets them out. Caretaker also gets hurt in the progress, but they don't care. In the aftermath, they struggle with the trauma of their own pain, but also the fear of almost losing Whumpee. But they don't care.

They don't care because Whumpee is laughing again. Whumpee is safe, Whumpee has healed.

And they finally get it. They know who they're supposed to be.

They'll do whatever it takes, hide all their pain, take all the punches, just so Whumpee never has to. Whumpee can be Whumpee, and Caretaker will be the rest.

That's who they are.

Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!

ocs again (someday I'll tell their lore…. someday………..)

in fact, I'm just very shy about telling you something about them, so for now just look at the art ahah

Plus-sized whumpee

Whumpee turned whumper + Caretaker turned whumpee

Female whumper

Autistic whumpee

Soft caretaker

Guys who wants to share your top 5 whump tropes?

Mine are

Defiant whumpee

Living weapon

Sadistic whumper

Gang whump

Ptsd

hurt character who is coming out of a period of captivity:

getting to sleep on a mattress again, instead of a hard dirty floor

burrowing under blankets for the first time in ages, feeling like they're finally warm again after so long shivering and shaking in the cold.

having tissues to wipe their nose with instead of having to use the back of their hand.

having a fresh change of clothes, and their old familiar jackets and sweaters back. having a bonfire to burn every rag and shred of clothing that they had to wear during their captivity.

being able to pick up the phone and call their loved ones anytime they want.

being able to sneak down into the kitchen at 3 in the morning for a late-night snack, just the joyful freedom of having a stocked pantry after so many long nights of hunger pangs and feeling like their empty stomach was eating them from the inside out.

nestling into the comforts of home at long last, soaking up every tiny reassurance that they're not there anymore, and they'll never have to go back there ever again.

the writer’s urge to ask your friends “do you wanna see a little somethin’ i’ve been working on?” when the little somethin’ you’ve been working on is 800 words and ends in the middle of a sentence