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hey, real quick. to all of those people who romanticize OCD, and treat it as a cute, fun little quirk:

come fucking take it then.

no. no, i’m serious. come take mine. you can fucking have it. have fun with your newfound unstoppable stress, compulsions, and eternal guilt :D

(small disclaimer: this is kind of an aggressive sounding post?? so i just wanted to apologize to my followers, this is not a callout of any specific person, i’m just venting 😅 especially if any of y’all have OCD, i know how it can make you feel guilty to read aggressive posts even if they aren’t directed at you. so just wanted to say y’all are good!!)

Whumptober 2024 | Day 7 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist

SAVE US BOTH

AI-less Whumptober: Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”

Whumptober: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES | Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | "It's us or them."

Content: war setting, blood/wounds, death/dying motifs

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Caretaker let the green of the magical forcefield spread all down their skin like dripping bright green honey made of pure light. They’d be very visible. But that’s okay. Because they’d be safe.

Because what they were about to do was so immensely stupid. But it was necessary, it was so, so necessary. Their heart beat like a drum in their chest. Their nerves were shot through.

They took a deep breath. 

No turning back.

Whumpee needs them.

Then they ran.

Run.

Run. Run run run RUN RUN RUN RUN RUNRUNRUNRURNRUNRUN–

Explosions surrounded them, gunshots CRACK CRACK CRACK BOOMMMMM bright light explosions unsteady ground rumble rumble rumble SHAKE SHAKE BOOOOMMMM.

Their body flew through the air. They SLAM into the packed earth and slick, scratchy grass. Dizzy, dizzy, terrifying, shaking. Where was up or down, where was gravity?

Wait. Slick grass?

Slick?

Caretaker paled as they held up their arm. Then paled. The world shook.

Blood.

Who’s blood?

Who’s blood was this? Was it their own? Who bled here, who died here–?

Doesn’t matter keep moving. Get to Whumpee.

They felt the green glow of their magical shield spread around them once more, bathing the ruby-red marring their skin into a nasty dark black.

Their breath shuddered. Energy drained from their muscles into the brilliant jade.

Their feet pounded against the uneven earth, over loose dirt and pot-holes torn out by haphazard grenades, flying through the grass as bullets whizzed past their ears and plinked off the brilliant sparkling green.

To Whumpee.

Lying barely shaking and fatally wounded in the grass. 

Caretaker dove over them and crashed into the ground hard, bitlets of dirt pelting their face, grinding between their teeth, penetrating into their eyes and blinding them.

They pushed up and clawed at the mewling Whumpee, and Whumpee seized in terror, but Caretaker didn’t stop other than to scream “Whumpee, help me!” over the roaring gunshots and agonized voices shouting orders and pleading for mercy as they spread their jade forcefield over both their entire bodies.

Ba-bump.

Fatigue slammed into their chest like a freight train. They kept going.

Forcefield stuttered.

They barely managed to drag the catatonic Whumpee through the tall blood-shining grass and behind a rock that barely covered them both before the forcefield spluttered and faltered it’s last dying, shaking tendrils of protection before winking out of existence. But they were safe.

BOOOMMMMMM. Gunshots, PLAT PLAT PLAT, screaming, crying, shouting orders, footsteps running, rustling grass and dirt raining from the heavens.

Mostly.

Be-bump, ba-bump.

The world winked out of existence for just a second. Their vision blurred, pressure grasped their head on their head like an unyielding metal claw, metallic wires shooting through the top of their mouth and they couldn’t catch their breath. 

So tired. Running out of time.

Save Whumpee.

“WHUMPEE!!” they cried, screaming with all their might in Whumpee’s face. Their eyes barely opened.

Their jacket and shirt were practically ripped to shred, their body showcasing the finest of shrapnel bathed in the slick red liquid of life.

It was a wonder they were still alive. Caretaker nearly collapsed in relief. 

“Whumpee! I’m here to save you!” they shouted. So warped, they could barely hear themself, it was as if everything was underwater.

Whumpee said something back. Dazed, quiet.

“WHAT?!”

Whumpee clenched their teeth, and only then did Caretaker realize they there were teartracks running down their blood- and dirt-stained face.

“I’M NOT GONNA MAKE IT!! SAVE YOURSELF!!”

A desperate attempt to push Caretaker off. Caretaker barely even had to fight to keep both of them safely behind the rock.

BOOOOM!!

“I’m NOT LEAVING YOU TO DIE!!”

They scrambled through their medic box. Wrapped bandages where they could, taking the blood-soaked ones away, applying slave, new bandages, how were these bandages already soiled with blood?? So much blood too much blood, they were losing too much blood, more blood, more salve, more bandages, JUST STAY ALIVE–

Out. 

They didn’t have enough. 

They tried to stop the bleeding with what little magic they could muster, the light green tendrils snaking up and down Whumpee’s body and seeping into their wounds. They winced. They shook. 

The blackness encroached Caretaker, threatening to swallow them whole

Their brilliance faded. 

Not enough.

Not nearly enough.

No.

No. NO NO NO NO SHIT FUCK SHIT THEY NEEDED TO MAKE IT OUT OF THIS–

Idea.

A terrible, horrible, batshit insane idea that would get them both killed.

But they were both dead anyway.

Whumpee could get them out. They were stronger, they were the soldier. Caretaker was just a medic. 

A medic with magic.

Whumpee could save them both.

“WHUMPEE!!” Caretaker screamed. Whumpee’s eyes fluttered open again. They cringed and curled in on themself, around the new blood-soaked bandages and the healing salve and the shrapned invading their chest.

Tears ran down their face. They cried in earnest now as they stared up into Caretaker’s fiercely caring, pleading eyes.

“I’m so sorry!” They screamed, shoving their face into Caretaker's chest so they didn’t have to witness their twisted face of death. 

Maybe caretaker wouldn’t have to watch the light leave their eyes when they died. Whumpee could see the light beckoning them now–

“NO!!” Caretaker screeched, clutching Whumpee’s head to their chest even further, fisting thw hair in the tightest embrace, holding them like they would never hold each other again. 

Because honestly? Who knew if they ever would?

“I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY! PICK UP WHERE I’M LEAVING OFF!!” They cried into Whumpee’s hair.

“SAVE US BOTH!!”

The battlefield glowed green as Caretaker unleashed every ounce of magic they ever could have stored in their body into Whumpee, green tentacles of the most brilliant lime and jade and forest and honeydew spread and writhed across the entire battlefield, before arcing up into a single point and diving straight down from whence they came.

Whumpee’s skin, their clothes, their very being glowed brighter than Caretaker could have ever seen, pushing back the blackness for just a moment as they shook and spasmed in Caretaker’s arms.

Then the black won over. 

Caretaker went limp.

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Whumper records a video of them torturing Whumpee brutally and sends it to Caretaker just to taunt them.

The video has no demands nor is it a ransom video; it's there for the sole purpose of remembering Caretaker that Whumpee is at Whumper's mercy and Caretaker will never see them again.

She's so clumsy, I love her already.

Some Reanimal demo gameplay was posted (with permission) on ItsJustJord's channel!

I literally have no idea why people are pitting Little Nightmares 3 with Reanimal.

You literally got 2 cakes for Christmas and you're still complaining. Why can't everyone just enjoy both cakes?

Does Reanimal look better than LN3? Sure it does, but Tarsier also has 2 successful games and years of experience under their belt in this type of gameplay and storytelling while Supermassive though has created many types games, they're new to this format and have a existing series they also need to live up to. Tarsier and Bandai could've easily just shoved LN under a rug when LN 2 was done and never let us see the franchise ever again but they were willing to hand it to Supermassive and give them a chance to make more so we can enjoy it. In fact, the LN2 Enchanced Ediiton was upgraded by Supermassive, so it's clear that even when Tarsier was a part of the franchise they were willing to pass on their IP in good faith.

Honestly as someone who's literally working in the games industry right now, both games looks amazing. Fantastic atmosphere and beautiful world building. In fact the warm tones of LN3 reflecting the cool tones of Reanimal make me so giddy i wouldn't be suprised if both teams planned it together. People were all hyped for LN3 until Reanimal came up and suddenly everyone's being a Comparing Carrie about it. I don't see why we can't just enjoy and support both games without pitting them against each other. These types of games are few and far between already and I want to see more studios make more games like these in the future.

ok so no offense guys, but like WHY is there Little Nightmares 3/Reanimal discourse??? are you guys actually serious???

we are getting TWO amazing games!!! be grateful fuckers, you don’t have to play it obviously but there’s no need to be hateful ‼️‼️

(sorry lol, just kinda irks me the discourse i’ve seen in a few places)

WE'RE MAKING IT OUT OF THE TIME LOOP WITH THIS ONE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

Whumpee who is kept in a cell that only opens from the inside. They need to open it to get food, water, etc, but opening the door is what lets Whumper in. Opening the door means pain.

If rescue eventually does come, all they can do is beg Whumpee to open the door, convince them that help is here. But Whumpee is too scared to do so.

Whumpee is the only one who can get their freedom, but they refuse.

don’t overthink it—your story deserves to be told, even if it’s imperfect.

why can’t it be Friday

Trick or treat!!!

-- @whumperofworlds

hello!! took me a few minutes to decide what to do, but have a part of a scene from my WIP!! (under the cut)

Eight freezes. She didn’t mean to flinch.

Jinx slowly drops her hand. “..okay, yeah, I deserve that,” she says quietly. She hesitates. “I- I was hoping it wouldn’t come up—but I guess that’s not really fair to you.”

Eight can feel her heart pounding in her chest as Jinx speaks. Did she fuck up by flinching? She didn’t mean to make Jinx upset.

Jinx wrings her hands. “..I’m not a good person,” she says, quietly. The usual confidence is gone from her demeanor, and it’s a little unsettling. Without it she looks smaller. “..I’m pretty bad, actually.” She takes a deep breath as she continues. “I do bad things, and I hurt people, and I don’t say sorry. This- this isn’t what I’m used to. The loops have been going on for a long time, and.. and I’ve failed every single friend I’ve ever had.”

i would love to see trick-or-treaters!! :D 👻🎃

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special interests HURT. is it just me?? like i love mine so much that it kinda hurts.

also how much they just take over?? mine are literally at the center of my life, in my core identity as a person, literally I don’t think a day has gone by since i’ve discovered it that i haven’t had a thought about it or interacted with it in some way.

like, it is centered in who i am as a person now. it’s just my identity. I would be an entirely different person without it i think.

also did i mention how weirdly physically painful it is to look at content of it?? like edits?? 😅

oh my GOD

y’all are BRUTAL and this is GREAT

may i add, maybe Whumpee is touch-starved or tired?? and either falls asleep there or tries to cuddle :D

Whumpees bound and gagged, forced to kneel between whumpers legs under the desk while they work. It's not even sexual; it's just about submission and humiliation, and boy is it humiliating. Bonus points if Whumper talks to people over their desk, holding important work conversations while Whumpees hidden underneath. Extra bonus points if Whumper occasionally reaches under to ruffle their hair like petting a dog

i think i’m in love with two girls and i am also having a gender identity crisis 😭 help