i know this is themed after the taylor swift but there is something so deeply funny about getting a cutesy wootsy beaded bracelet at claires that says "tortured". who else is being tortured in this claires⁉️ if you're being tortured in claires make some noise ‼️💯

Ok ok buttttt....

Imagine if Whumpee goes backwards in progress with social stuff, they lack social awareness, unable to function in public, can't articulate their thoughts and people who don't know them well enough would misunderstand them.

Poor little Whumpee gets isolated more and more.

Pathetic little Whumpee forgot how to function.

That mouth of theirs is good for nothing now.

Those social behaviors are too rigid and uncanny. Awkward. They stand out in the worst way.

Caretaker, who once helped with social anxiety/ agoraphobia/ dysfunction and stuff was able to finally break through after months of exercises and exposure for Whumpee.

But Whumper came and does irreparable damage.

Now Whumpee assumes everyone and everything is out to hurt them and would rather stay in their safe place (house, room, etc) even if it means not being able to care for themselves. A simple run to the store is a battlefield of every worse case scenario. Every possible conversation with strangers must be accounted for and rehearsed.

If Whumpee ain't feeling brave, starving is always an option until Caretaker comes... or a miracle happens and Whumpee suddenly grows balls and is able to grit through hell for a short while.

Oh no, Whumpee can't go out today cuz the weather is too bright, the shirt size not right, and one of the shoes is laced too tight.

This kind of stuff starts small then spirals.

If Whumpee ever gets over that stage of discomfort, then next they would have to deal with the outside world, the unsafe and dangerous outside-of-their-comfort-zone world.

This doesn't just happen in weeks. I'm talking about months or years. (It maybe takes a whole month of not socializing or going outside for agoraphobia to begin settling in-im using me as reference pls don't hate), and this progressively worsens overtime if not taken care of.

But also imagine if Caretaker became Whumpee's grounding point, just body-doubling and being the emotional support while Whumpee tries to practice independence but being aware Caretaker is nearby in case they need help. And if Whumpee freezes or fawns then Caretaker takes charge of the situation. And this just repeats until Whumpee is able to do the basic functions until they don't need to always rely on Caretaker.

chat reminder to just write whatever the fuck you want. write that overused trope. write that obscure shit that no one will have heard of. just. do it. your writing is yours stop depriving it of that.

Whumpee begging on their knees, hands clasped together, sobbing and pleading for Caretaker to hit them, hurt them, punish them.

Whumper had always told them that being punished was how they learned, how they became “good”, good enough to keep.

Whumpee thinking that the reason Caretaker hadn’t punished them was because they didn’t care to keep them.

The Rare Bookseller Part 123: Oliver's Prison

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tw: mind control, captivity, human auction

February 1925

Oliver was jostled awake from his enforced sleep by the car coming to a sharp stop, causing him to pitch forward and roll into the seats in front of him. The surprise and pain roused him from his stupor, and he felt his mind clearing. He was still too weak to meaningfully struggle as a vampire grabbed him and dragged him out of the car. The gag stuffed in his mouth tasted vile and prevented him from vocalizing anything more than groans.

He blinked up into the night sky, trying to reorient himself to what was happening. He was captured by vampires, probably to be taken to one of their auction houses, and the situation was all too familiar.

But then he looked up at the building in front of him, and the situation was all too familiar in a far worse way. He'd only entered this manor twice, but each time it had branded itself deep into his mind. This was the Maestro's manor, and there was no mistaking it.

It was impossible. He must still be unconscious and tormented by nightmares. The Maestro was dead, he was absolutely sure of it. The thick blood oozing from his gut where Oliver had stabbed him with the silver knife, Fitz's frenzy as he attacked over and over, the dreaded vampire finally returning to dust… those were memories he'd never forget as long as he lived. Oliver tried to crush the dread in his heart. Surely he must truly be dead. Surely they weren't taking Oliver here to be the slave of the Maestro after all, not after he thought he was free.

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Whumpuary Day 17: Blood Trail

Part 2 of Fresh Start: Aiden's POV following Leo's panic attack. So satisfying to close a loop. I originally had it start during that but wasn't sure it added all that much. Might post it later as a drabble for gratuitous Aiden spiraling lol. This feels almost like OG Aiden. It's so fun when they have a long way to go and everything is a struggle (:

cw: referenced past noncon drugging, dubious caretaker doing his best but being human, aiden struggling with some conditioning, internalized ableism, lots of victim self-blame, etc.

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“Say that again. I dare you,” Harrison grits. 

He does, enunciating every syllable and meeting Harrison’s glare without blinking. The words themselves don't even matter. They’re already forgotten, eclipsed by his blatant disobedience. He raises his chin the single millimeter allowed by the restraints. 

It’s like flipping a switch. Harrison’s anger is replaced by calm and in turn, like a well-oiled Rube Goldberg machine, his defiance is swallowed by fear. 

Harrison walks over slowly, unhurried. A predator stalking cornered prey. He stops next to his left hand. His fists are so tight, his forearms throb and Harrison has to use both hands to unclench his fingers. 

Once his hand is open, Harrison pins it flat and drives a scalpel straight through the center of his palm. 

He screams, jerking against every restraint. 

Except there are none. He’s waking up on Leo’s couch and he’s about to—

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Sick/recovering whumpee stuff (with Caretaker + others all living in the same house found family style)

• Whumpee who’s so exhausted from having a hard time keeping anything down that they’re just kinda out of it and unable to hold conversations
• Caretaker helping Whumpee bathe, stepping in more and more as their energy depletes - by the end of it they’re helping Whumpee sit upright as they gently rinse shampoo out of their hair
• Whumpee who’s unable to express to Caretaker the relief they feel to be clean by the end of it except for hums (Caretaker can tell by how much calmer they seem afterwards)
• Whumpee in too much pain/too exhausted to do much except lie down on the couch, but they’re so happy to just be in the living room. Caretaker and their chosen family/roomates/etc do normal house stuff and chat with each other. Whumpee’s just glad they’re not alone
• Caretaker keeping Whumpee steady as they walk to the dining table while everyone else cooks their own meals
• Caretaker quickly heats up some soup for Whumpee before making themselves a sandwich, knowing Whumpee takes longer to get through meals
• When they feel well enough, Whumpee is able to eat with the rest of the group, and is tasked with dish drying duty afterwards as they can do that sitting down (and still participate in tasks)
• Caretaker braiding Whumpee’s hair when they’re too tired to do it themselves. Being gentle but still getting all the knots out, going slower when they notice Whumpee tensing
• Caretaker and Whumpee sitting on the bathroom floor, Caretaker talking about anything that comes to their mind. Gently filling in the silence as they wait for Whumpee’s dizziness to go away so they don’t pass out/get sick again on the way back out

Whumpee with a very high physical pain tolerance… but not an emotional one. Whumpee who can withstand most physical torture without breaking a sweat, but is an emotional wreckage that can barely look at themselves in the mirror. It’s so hard to physically force them to do something, but manipulation is almost uncannily easy on them.

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