Little Whumpee thought that everything would be ok, he was getting better wasn’t he?

Finally getting his meds, people starting to believe him.

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So lonely I’ve been humping my pillow for a good 10 minutes with my packer before my legs began to shake and give up on me.

The soreness lasted just 2 hours unfortunately. Me want more. Me need more.

Been trying to train myself to go for 30 mins without stopping. I like it when I can’t walk anymore.

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.

A caretaker to others but a whumpee to the self.

A single person who is their own Whumper and did not even realize it until the damage was getting big.

A tired caretaker who needs their own caretaker because it’s already too much.

A whumper who finds no wrong in beating themselves up to the point of rot.

Since my minor surgery I finally stopped taking the painkillers and it’s not so bad…

It’s only been 4 days.

And I feel like torturing my OCs teehee

Anyways

A Whumpee who has to DIY cut and drain their cysts and abscesses at home due to financial constraints.

One unlucky choice, this bump is an abscess that dug deep into their armpit and it heavily limits mobility.

They can’t get antibiotics because those require prescriptions.

So they settle for the next best thing offered by the pharmacy- just a mild painkiller and for inflammation. They buy the pill to last them a week.

Day 2 of DIY-treating the bump it just gets bigger by the days.

Finally on day 5 they had enough. Whumpee calls a friend.

Friend arrives to help. And Whumpee explains what’s up.

Friend smiles.

Friend took a blade and cleaned it. And gathered the tissues and kitchen towels they could find.

Whumpee was given cloth to bite on and was told to sit still on the couch.

Friend slowly and precisely cuts the bump and Whumpee can’t help but shake and flail a bit. Friend holds their face down by mouth still biting hard on the cloth.

After Whumpee calms down, Friend pushes Whumpee on their back and straddles them to prevent any more movements.

Shush. I’m helping you

Friend waits for Whumpee to nod before continuing to squeeze the fuck out of the abscess.

Once again Whumpee is shaking and the tears pour out.

The couch now colored in a mix of yellow and red sludge.

After all that friend patches up Whumpee and gave them painkillers at last.

While I’m here I can also get rid of those other bumps. They look ugly.

Whumpee touches the other bumps, round and hard cysts mostly sebaceous, the skin a mix of bruising colors. With a hesitant thought Whumpee agrees.

Friend smiles and does the process again. Slowly cutting deep into the skin.

By the end of it there were about 8 more cuts, most are left dry and sticky on Whumpee’s skin.

Friend stares at the poor Whumpee.

You look cute like that, so fragile and submissive. You need my help.

Friend grabs a towel and hot water to wipe the dried blood off, not even being gentle about it. Whumpee is in pain but grateful for this. Such a money-saver all thanks to Friend.

Friend wipes down the metallic smell lingering on the skin.

Oh shit. Some of the wounds are still bleeding.

Friend coos. And brings Whumpee to take a bath.

The temperature is cold, and despite the day being a bit sunny Friend insisted the water should be at it’s coldest to stop the bleeding.

Ok. Whumpee agrees. Their teeth clattering and their body shivering, still hurt. Friend cleans the cuts and the blood off as the cold shower pours heavy on the sensitive areas, urging Whumpee to stay in there longer until the bleeding halts.

An hour at least passes and Friend thinks that’s enough and lets Whumpee out.

Friend yanks the previous drenched patch from the abscess and replaces it, along with covering the rest of the cuts.

Friend stares at their work, proud of the art piece that is Whumpee’s body. They hug Whumpee and reassures them they’ll stay until Whumpee heals.

Friend can do everything for Whumpee, as long as Whumpee listens to them.

Friend knows best.

Whumpee needs Friend.

Whumpee is a fragile little thing. A poor, poor thing.

Just let Friend lead you, Whumpee.

Author’s note: lemme know if I missed some tw tags and stuff

Oc bs go

• Whumpee who is a sacrificial lamb and every 100 days they get “rebooted” and their body heals back but their mind is not the same.
• Whumpee whose body is forced to regenerate painfully and Whumpee feels every single thing including their organs shift and their body fluids replenish and spread throughout their body.
• Whumpee who is promised to the king, a wealthy and comfortable life in the castle walls. [Comfortably suffocating]
• Whumpee who is raised like livestock by the gods for the sake of reincarnation and fulfilling their duty in the mortal realm.
• Whumpee who is developing the idea that they’ll be important as long as they’re useful.
• Whumpee who is begging the king, their lover, to just use them whenever in a mutual trade of not leaving Whumpee alone again.
• Whumpee who is overdoing it that their actions concern and irritate Caretaker, and others who get dragged along.
• Whumpee who is an overachieving workaholic to ‘feel’ like they’re also contributing to something great.
• Whumpee who is more rigid and says yes to everything Caretaker says or asks just to keep Caretaker’s mood on the good side (or however Whumpee interprets it as, a pleased Caretaker is a safe Caretaker)
• Whumpee who assumes everyone is like Whumper for the sake of being safe and prepared.
• Whumpee who tries to please Caretaker every time they relax to 'fulfill their role’ as the consort. [Bonus when Caretaker gets disgusted, or stops Whumpee to help them process that they’re safe no matter what they do or don’t]
• Whumpee who is just wrapped in blankets or by Caretaker to stop them from self harming or using unhealthy sexual urges and habits to cope.
• Whumpee who flinches or freezes or fawns at every trigger. [Caretaker notes of this and gives them affection to divert their attention instead- The Pavlov method]

A bunch of A/B/O drafts

• Omega Whumpee who is running away from Betas and Alphas eyeing them, a sweet scent permeating the air.
• Omega Whumpee who trapped themselves in a room disassociating while beginning to go into heat.
• Omega Whumpee paranoid they would find them and the events would repeat again.
• Omega Whumpee whispering for help for their Alpha Caretaker to come find them.
• Omega Whumpee remembering the last time they trusted a person only to be endangered.
• Omega Whumpee whose pheromones are stinking up the room from intense fear and anxiety.
• Alpha Caretaker is gone for work for weeks.
• Alpha Caretaker who expects a warm welcome from Omega Whumpee at least.
• Alpha Caretaker who finds people gagging nearby a storage room.
• Alpha Caretaker finds Omega Whumpee crying quietly while calling for help in a low voice.
• Alpha Caretaker approaching Omega Whumpee at last.

And they kiss and hugged mwah mwah mwah happy ending yayayaya

Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

Yippee

As thanks here is a look at Consort Whumpee being a pathetic cutie

Part 2 of Whumpee had grown isolated well into adulthood and is suddenly a consort, in a shitty kingdom.

>>> to Part 1

In the King’s eyes…

Whumpee was rough and messy but the previous monarchs literally died and offered themselves to the gods for a savior. Anyone would literally do. Their desperation was heard after decades, backed up by their years spent salvaging the nation and its kingdom, home of the rotting and rotten.

The deal was made, and the once-crowned prince had grown fine to take over the throne.

During the coronation they took one of the best knights, the prince’s childhood friend, and adopted him as the secondary prince.

What?

They told the new young king he needs a brother, to help him rule.

But in truth the poor friend was intended as a fail-safe.

[mini backstory]

They used to be friends, really close, with their own language. Often meeting in the training grounds growing up, soon getting into mischief as adolescents. The rumors circulated from the castle, reaching the ears of the eavesdropping people. A prince, the only heir, is too attached to a squire. The kid looks wrong as a false species as he stands right next to the purebred prince. That’s not a normal friendship. That’s a disgrace.

The last two monarchs took note of the close friendship, nurtured it into unwavering loyalty and trust.

They stripped him as a knight and made him the Right Hand Advisor to keep him close with the new king. Made sure to see the burdens of ruling while loving the new king enough that he has to keep distance. They intend the Advisor to see the young king as someone to be protected by, enough as brothers and never as lovers.

All was well, but truthfully the exchange would begin not long after.

The old monarchs died, in a temple, frozen and drained of life.

It happened one eerie morning, he was alone. The halls are emptier, the staff and guards are less. The young king took it as a day off, there was no agenda.

Then, in the middle of a relaxing day his Advisor comes running in bearing the bad news.

One year he was goofing around as a carefree adult, and next the two rulers stepped down the throne and died shortly after.

The nation was decaying, the other kingdoms eagerly waiting for the last monarch to wither and leave the throne cold and empty. If he died war would happen, all his parents’ efforts for nothing.

In his grief he worked day in and day out to fill the void. His nightmares are catching up to his fragile emotions. For years he hardened himself to control a situation bigger than his mortal body. Until…

A small glimpse of Whumpee. So pure. So safe. So comforting. He reaches out into that rare safety only to be yanked back into a waking state. And he’s back to more work piling, his royal chambers echoing the remnants of the dream.

This agonizing routine kept happening for half a decade.

He’s real. Whumpee is real.

Maybe tonight will be the night.

I want to sleep more. I need to go back.

But he can’t.

[here comes Whumpee summoned as a consort, the last trade and the savior bartered for the old monarchs’ lives]

A literal god send. The king has attached himself too much to Whumpee for so long they never bothered for formal instructions. They just knew, without words, that whatever was between them was more than friendship. It was familiarity.

The Advisor sees all these and ached a bit-caught out of the loop by what’s happening. He’s been replaced. By a literal god-send nonetheless.

He’s an advisor. Not meant to be the king’s consort.

This is fine.

It will make my role easier.

Advisor tries to reassure themselves.

Over the next few days he finds Whumpee to be… Odd.

This can’t be the person, right?

The poor soul is unfit in this life. They look too inexperienced. They are too feral for nobility.

What does HE see in Whumpee?

Advisor caught his thoughts wandering.

I can take care of him better than you.

Jealousy is poison. The gods are absolute in their choices. And if they chose this Whumpee then as the advisor he must trust the previous monarchs’ and the king’s judgement.

[cue Whumpee going missing for days]

This was unnatural. Whumpee was too shy to even talk to others but the king.

Whumpee ran away.

Take this chance.

He can be yours.

Advisor’s heart spoke, he knew he still should save the king’s consort, but he was relieved to have a small window of chance open up to him.

In his room the king’s stoice demeanor shifts. He’s back to his old self. Unsure and lost. He lost his parents and next his lover. The advisor hasn’t seen that face in a long while.

When they were young the prince had only cried a few times in front of him. And now he would kill to stop the king’s ache.

I can love you.

Please stop crying.

Advisor thinks this through for a bit.

I’m now the king’s brother and advisor.

I can’t. Shouldn’t.

The gods gave him a partner.

This is beyond my choices and understanding.

Later.

The king is now working double the amount, always angry, louder and more demanding. Nobody wants to speak up, even if they did no one knew Whumpee enough to get a clue to help find them.

Useless.

Walking bodies rotting to the core.

I’m a hypocrite. I’m helping dig this kingdom’s grave.

Advisor knew the days or possibly weeks will stretch on. Whumpee is still nowhere to be found.