#Conditioned whumpee

[whump-blog-reblogs]

This one is so good, I love a reluctant caretaker.

ex friends to bitter enemies, now reluctant caretaker and whumpee: the former a doctor, and a militaristic (and potential war criminal) whumpee, now mainly a conditioned shell of their manic, unhinged old self. if only made more frustrating when the whumpee panics if hes not degraded and called worthless!

Caretaker took a deep breath, mentally steeling themself before pushing the bedroom door open. "Whumpee," they called softly, knuckles clenching on the tray of food they held.

The bedroom was pristine, but whether that was left over from Whumpee's military days or a side effect of their imprisonment and torture, Caretaker didn't know. However, there was no sign of Whumpee and Caretaker sighed, setting the tray down on the desk along one wall.

Stepping to the middle of the room, they said again, in a clear voice, "Whumpee, come here."

Almost immediately they heard a rustling and shuffling noise, before Whumpee practically fell out of the closet, glancing up at Caretaker with wide eyes and pulling the numerous blankets they had tighter around them. "Y-yes, Master?" they asked in a low voice.

Caretaker sighed again, internally wincing at the flinch from Whumpee that got them. "Not master," they reminded. "And you need to eat. You haven't been out of your room for days."

Whumpee's eyes darted around the room, as they gnawed nervously on their lip. "I-I'm sorry. You told, told me to leave you alone. I was, was trying to do what you wanted."

Caretaker grimaced at the reminder of how they had snapped at Whumpee a few days ago. They hadn't meant to, but Whumpee had been following them around like a lost puppy ever since they'd come to stay with them. Was it really wrong to want some personal space?

Offering them a small smile, Caretaker pushed the tray towards them. "And I'm sorry for snapping. I didn't mean it. Anyways, here. I got some food."

Whumpee's eyes widened at the apology before hurriedly shaking their head. "No, Master!" they exclaimed. "You don't apologize! I apologize! I'm stupid and worthless and I don't deserve the kindness of food! Thank you for allowing me to eat!" They pulled out of their blanket cocoon and quickly knelt at Caretaker's feet, curling tighter around themself than Caretaker would think possible.

Caretaker shook their head tiredly. "No, Whumpee. I do need to apologize, when I do something wrong. And you don't have to do anything to deserve being allowed to eat. You can eat whenever you want here."

Whumpee flinched back from their words as if they had been burned. "Please, Master," they begged. "Please, I know that, that I'm nothing! I know my rules! I know, please don't punish me!"

Caretaker rubbed their face. "Just eat your food before it gets cold," they said, exhaustion dripping from every word. "Please," they added belatedly, but Whumpee was already back to groveling at their feet, filled with promises and apologies.

[shshshquietnow]

Love your work! Had a fun thought! Imagine Whumper being reprimanded after abusing whumpee not because they care about whumpee but because whumper was damaging the organizations "property" telling whumper that they simply allow whumper to use whumpee and will give him to someone else if he can't take care of their stuff.

This reminded me of @hurtwithallthecomfort 's prompt about living weapon healer, which i had been meaning to write on actually!

...

Whumpee backed into the corner as whumper stormed towards them. "Please! I didn't mean to hurt-"

Normally they were better- without proper concentration, healing magic could be incredibly painful. But whumpee was so incredibly tired, up all night healing themselves selfishly after their "playtime" with whumper... if only they had been given to any other mage...

Where the burn on whumper's arm had been was red with irritation as the healing magic stung them. With their other arm they lifted whumpee by the shirt, perfect height to punch them square in the stomach. "You want to try that again, huh?! I'd like to see YOU fight someone like i do out in the field, you ungrateful-"

"Drop it."

Whumpee's heart stopped, their eyes flickering to the door to their room where whumper's back was facing.

The boss. The one who had given whumpee to whumper in the first place.

Whumper all at once let go of whumpee, making them fall on their knees on their side. Like nothing had happened, they stood at attention, whumpee curled up and staring obediently at the floor.

The boss's boots were in front of them, and before they could process their chin was roughly pulled up. The boss's cold eyes roamed over their form, making them ever aware of their injuries from whumper. "What the hell have you done to this one..."

"They used their magic for pain," whumper defended, but the boss was clearly not buying it. "If they think THEY can do that to ME just because I need healing-"

"Silence." The boss put a hand up, sighing, and punching the bridge of their nose. They picked up whumpee by the back of their shirt and not so gently dropped them back on their cot. "If youre going to keep damaging my healers I will have no choice but to revoke your privilege to a healer."

Whumper tensed up, annoyed and frustrated beyond belief. Whumpee flinched back as they tightened their hands into fists at their sides. The boss only let certain people in the guild access the healers, whumpee knew, and whumper was one of their favorites... whumpee had no idea if that was a legitimate threat or not. "... my apologies, boss. I only wanted to make sure your healer wasn't stepping out of line."

"They know how to behave, I made sure." The boss rolled their eyes, backing whumper to cone with them. "Now, I have an assignment I'd like to discuss with you."

As the boss turned their back, whumper made eye contact with whumpee. They glared hard, snarling in an almost smile, as they dragged the nail of their thumb across their neck.

Whumpee whimpered, holding their knees close to themselves.

The two walked out the room, leaving whumpee alone to clean up the mess left by their beat down.

[defire]

Scare your whumpee

(some conditioned/pet whump ideas here)

Choke them until their eyes widen and pupils dilate with panic

Snap your whip over their head just to watch them flinch

Tell them you're going to stop at 5 lashes. Listen to them beg and wail when you don't

Give them contradictory orders and watch them struggle to decide what to do

Like order them not to speak, then say "I didn't hear a 'yes sir'!" And watch their mouth open and close in terror

Give them ambiguous looks so they have no idea if you're pissed or not, what is awaiting them later?

Fake emotional explosions--yell and then get really close and watch them flinch and stutter and apologize

Give them hope. Tell them you won't punish them this time, if they can just keep from pissing you off for 10 minutes. Watch them walk on eggshells.

Tell them to convince you why you shouldn't hurt them

Quiz them on their actions. Who knows, maybe they'll admit to something you can punish them for! And meanwhile you get to watch them tremble in terror about whatever they think they did wrong.

Punish them for showing emotion. watch them struggle to contain their fear.

[yet-another-heathen]

On conditioned whumpees...

Y'know, I think one of the things that people get wrong with conditioned whumpees is their rules. Specifically, when a whumpee was in long term captivity/training and they later get released or escape.

Most people write them as latching onto a caretaker or new whumper, and begging for new rules so they know they're doing something right. A new set of laws to live by, a new framework to behave to.

And that's... not really how conditioning works.

Conditioning means automatic reactions. Your body doing something that was trained into you without consulting your brain first.

There is no decision making. There is no choice. The trigger hits, and you are immediately performing the correct action regardless of anything else.

You're told to kneel? Your knees have already hit the ground. You're supposed to be standing in one part of the house when a certain noise is made? You've launched into movement before you even realize what you heard.

These rules are woven into the fabric of your body. And they are insurmountable. The conditioning overrides emotion, internal conflict, hesitation, beliefs, wants... everything.

Your whumpee may very well hate what is being done to them, and after the moment has passed they're cursing themself and their whumper. They're still a person on the inside. And that person is still very much alive. Most of the time, they will have some level of awareness that what's being done to them is wrong. They'll be angry. They'll be hurt. And they will hate that there is nothing they can do about it.

But the next time that trigger occurs, the response still hits them exactly the same.

So now take your whumpee out of that situation. They ran away, were rescued, were sold. They got out. Now they're with new people, a new caretaker, a new whumper. Or they're on their own and trying to make their own way in the world.

But those conditioned responses are still there.

There's no turning them off. You don't just replace them with new rules. They are in your every fibre. They have been built into the very framework of who you are.

The next time someone says the word "kneel", your knees are on the ground again. No matter where you are, or who you're with. The response happens before you can stop it. If they don't know why, everyone looks at you like you're insane. And you feel like you are.

Deconditioning is an agonizing process that takes more effort than I can even begin to describe to someone who's never experienced it.

Every time they hit that trigger, that response will still be there. Over, and over, and over, and over.

Breaking those rules down takes YEARS. And it is a constant effort that the whumpee has to choose to undergo every single time. Progress is measured milimeter by milimeter. You're told to kneel, and you kneel. You're told to kneel, and your mind catches up with the fact that you already did it— but a little sooner than it did before. Then a split second sooner. Then as you're doing it. Then you feel the impulse just before your knees hit the ground. Then you have a split-second of resistance before you go down. On and on and on and on, inching toward progress despite the fact that you're fighting with all your might. And that progress is anything but linear.

You don't just start obeying new rules. You don't latch on to your caretaker's new way of doing things and drop everything that you were conditioned to do before. These rules don't just get replaced.

Conditioning is not a belief system. It's a flinch response. Programmed deeper than the instincts you were born with.

You can be ordered not to obey the old command, and moments later when the trigger comes, you will anyway. Because in conditioning, the action comes before the choice.

These rules, these laws of your existence, come above everything else. And if your new whumper wants to replace them, they are going to have to beat the new rules into you so often and so severely that the pain becomes stronger than the old conditioning. At which point, the newly desired response will very, very slowly start to take over.

You're not swapping out new rules. You're layering new, worse conditioning on top of the old. And your brain will spend time stuck in that split-second between both responses before one finally grows stronger than the other. And even then, the change will not happen quickly.

That is what your conditioned whumpee is up against. That is what makes it such a horrible—HORRIBLE— and powerful tool.

[bedtimescenarios]

Recaptured living weapon Whumpee who is about to face the consequences of their escape. And when Whumper brings them back into that painfully familiar room, when they calmly take out the whip, Whumpee knows precisely what to do.

Their feet take them to the middle of the room, and they kneel, methodically disposing of their shirt. As their shoulders roll back into a straightened position, they can practically feel Whumper's gaze burning into the back of their head. A sadistic, eyes-only smile, knowing that even though Whumpee was physically free for some time, they never truly escaped.

[crimsons-whump-pile]

I’ve been in a terribly whumpy mood lately, so please for your consideration, imagine a whumpee that’s been so heavily conditioned by whumper that they can’t really function without rules and orders, and now imagine a caretaker that will actually do that. I see so much where the caretaker tries to break whumpee out of that mindset, but what about a caretaker who just doesn’t have the time or resources to break the conditioning, and so their next best option is to just… go along with it?

whumpee won’t eat or drink or sleep without being ordered to? caretaker puts rules in place that require whumpee to do those things at set times, and the consequences for missing one of those times (because you know whumpee won’t accept that there are rules without punishments for breaking them) is to do that thing in the company of caretaker. whumpee misses their lunchtime? now they have to sit with caretaker to make sure they actually eat the food set out for them. it’s a consequence that doesn’t actually harm them, and one that will subtly reinforce that caretaker values whumpee’s wellbeing, without seeming like a cop-out.

caretaker knows that whumpee has been irrevocably changed by their experiences under the hand of whumper, and they know that the trauma incurred isn’t something that can easily be contradicted or fixed. they know whumpee is damaged, and they know it isn’t something they can help with right now, but that doesn’t mean they’re going to give up and leave whumpee behind, or expect whumpee to just bounce back on their own. caretaker wants whumpee to be safe and healthy, so they’re going to do their best to make that happen, even if they have to utilize the very conditioning that whumper put in place to make that happen.

[whumpandothercomfort]

Kennel training for a pet whumpee:

The most important thing to remember when kennel training a dog is that the kennel shouldn't be a punishment. The kennel should be safe and feel like home.

Whumpee's kennel is comfortable. They can't stand or even sit up fully, but there's a lightly cushioned floor and a soft blanket and maybe even a pillow. They can't fully stretch out, but they only have to bend their legs or curl their back a little. They're allowed to rest.

People don't do as well with confinement as dogs, though. It's important not to create a negative association with the kennel if you want to be kind to your pet. So you need to make them happy with being confined.

It's best to use the kennel as a reward and a source of relief. When Whumpee behaves well, they're permitted to sleep in their kennel instead of on the hard floor or in heavy chains. When Whumpee is punished, the end of the punishment can be signified by letting them into their kennel to recuperate. If punishment lasts multiple days, place them in the kennel to rest between sessions. They will not want to leave.

Whumpee will become very grateful for their kennel and very happy to be confined. Kennel training is an excellent idea for whumpers who don't want their pets to fuss about being trapped in a tiny cage for hours and hours.

[hunterjumperhoe]

Whumpee who doesn't speak the same language as whumper. Constant feeling of dehumanization as they struggle to learn and understand commands in a new language. Feel like a dog learning tricks. Whumper praises and pets them when they get a new command correct. Whumpee doesn't understand the praises, but craves the soft touch and gentle pats when they do the right thing.

[lumpywhump]

Tw: noncon drugging

Living weapon A meeting living weapon B.

In A's eyes are a bone-deep tiredness that can only been noticed by another weapon.

A and B waiting for medical attention after an intense mission. Them lying against each other, one trying not to fall asleep, the other trying not to cry.

A and B forming a silent bond after their handlers working together for a long time. And A finds out that B and their handler had left. Trying to control their emotions when they realize they never got to say goodbye.

A waking to B's screams every night, knowing that they're not allowed to help B. Some nights it's worth the resulting punishments.

A having to watch B being drugged and delirious from a punishment. Watching B's cries while knowing that their handlers are watching them. A getting beaten for sobbing when B cries out for them.

A and B constantly having to preform emergency medical treatments on each other. Not having the proper tools and their only experience with it was when a doctor did it to them.

A and B sharing a room and staying up late together while trying to deal with their trauma.

Handler swap!? It's just a chill training day and the handlers decide to swap weapons for a day, see how it goes! They definitely wont come crawling back to their old handler begging them not to give them to the other handler. And both weapons apologizing for how awful their handlers are.

A and B are always given their meals together. A is always still hungry and B always gets full quickly. Sharing is caring after all!

A being extremely broken and B still being a defiant asshole. A watching B get slapped around for their sarcasm and begging for B to stop. A trying to teach B what to do and what not to do and helplessly watching as N breaks all the rules. A fearing that they might get punished for to being able to keep B in check. Eventually, A planning an escape attempt and inviting B with them. Their heart breaks as head B's refusal. "No, there's no point, we're just weapons,"

B preventing A from picking at their healing wounds.

A and B are together 24/7, they don't have anything else to talk about, they just enjoy the other's silent presence.

The pair planning an escape attempt.

The pair being separated when their handlers catch them.

"My weapon has never acted like this! Yours is a bad influence!" "No! Mines never had any feelings or wants till yours came around and ruined them!"

Because A and B are always together, they catch the same illness and are useless until they recover.

A and B curling up in the same bed "for warmth." That's what they'll tell their handlers at least...

[chaotic-orphan]

That’s Enough

“Stop it,” Caretaker said once the sound of knuckles thudding mutely turned to squelching. Caretaker stared at Whumpee, the sweat flying from them as they continued to punch the punching bag. “Hey. Whumpee, that’s enough.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. They just kept jabbing in the one two movement they had been doing for the half hour. Caretaker let go of the bag but Whumpee moved with it.

“Hey! Whumpee,” Caretaker hissed, stepping in front of Whumpee, hands up palms facing Whumpee. “That’s enough, you’re hurting yourself.”

Whumpee didn’t listen. Instead, they started punching Caretaker’s hands. Caretaker snapped their hand closed but Whumpee retracted their arm swiftly to their chest to punch again, their eyes distant and hard.

“Whumpee! Whumpee,” Caretaker snapped as Whumpee’s fists started coming harder on Caretaker’s palms. Caretaker stepped forward into Whumpee’s punches and reached a hand up, locking it around Whumpee’s wrist. Whumpee yanked it back but Caretaker held firm.

Only then did Whumpee seem to snap back into themselves. “Let go of me.”

“I said that’s enough, Whumpee. You’re bleeding.”

Whumpee yanked their wrist back towards them but Caretaker didn’t let go. Instead they grabbed Whumpee’s other wrist and clamped their fingers around it too, stopping Whumpee from hurting themself anymore.

Whumpee’s eyes narrowed. “Let go of me, Caretaker! I can look after myself.”

“Clearly you can’t!”

“It’s just a bit of blood!” Whumpee yelled, spit flying from their mouth in anger. “What does it matter?!”

“Blood is meant to be inside your body, Whumpee, not outside.”

“It’s my body,” Whumpee told Caretaker, yanking one of their wrists free. “I’m allowed do what I want to it so let me go.”

“I’m not gonna just stand here and watch you hurt yourself.”

Whumpee let out a crazed, humourless bark of laughter. “Oh, what?” Whumpee asked, eyes glimmering with cruelty. “You want to make me stop, huh? You gonna tie me down like Whumper did because I’m not following your orders? You want to participate like Whumper did?” Whumpee demanded, squaring up to Caretaker, taking a step forward forcing Caretaker back. Whumpee’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Or maybe you want to be the one to make me bleed.”

The question made Caretaker sick. Comparing them to Whumper when all they’ve done is try and help Whumpee? The fact that Whumpee could even make that comparison at all… It was too much. Looking after Whumpee was too much. They let go of Whumpee’s wrist and turned away, walking towards the doors of the gym.

“What? Where are you going now?”

“I told you to stop, Whumpee,” said Caretaker without turning around, pulling off their own gloves. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. Not my problem.”

Caretaker turned and looked over their shoulder at Whumpee as they opened the door. “But I won’t stand here and watch you finish the job Whumper started. Destroy yourself, why don’t you? You’ll do it on your own.”

[digital-nova]

Conditioned whumpee prompts

Whumpee:

“Forgive me, I’m not trained to do that.”

“What do you mean by ‘no rules’, sir? Rules improve my performance.”

“I have purpose: to serve my superiors. That’s more than you can say.”

“I’m glad that I can please you, Master.”

“I have no wants or needs. I’m at your liberty.”

Whumper:

“I trust you, Whumpee. You remember what happens when you break the rules.”

“You serve my interests now. Not theirs.”

“Do you remember how terrible you used to be?”

“They don’t have needs. Their only desire is to serve me, I assure you.”

“I’m interested to see how much of that training I can undo.”

Caretaker:

“I don’t own you, Whumpee. Nobody does.”

“Rules? Um…don’t leave the lights on when you’re not using them?”

“One day you’ll understand that what happened to you was wrong.”

“I suppose this is just second nature to you, huh?”

“You can do a couple chores around the house if it’ll make you feel better.”

[martyr-inthedark]

When the nightshift nurse entered the hospital room of the recently admitted John Doe, they expected to see them still lying on the bed, semiconscious at best.

Instead, the Whumpee was curled up in a shaking ball at the corner of the room, back to the wall and brows furrowed behind crudely bent elbows. They appeared to have been crying.

"Hey there," the caretaker started gently, softly approaching Whumpee. Still, Whumpee flinched at each fall of Caretaker's shoes on the pristine white and blue tiles of the ICU.

As they came closer, they noticed that the multitude of bandages had been ripped off, the cast on their left wrist scratched at, and the poor thing had been bleeding where they had removed the IV drip. Caretaker sat down on the floor in front of the Whumpee.

"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to help you out. My name is Caregiver. I can see you're bleeding there. I have clean bandages. Or we can talk?" The room was silent save for some sniffles and whimpers. The caregiver needed to get what information they could from Whumpee.

"Wh-where am I? Where is Whumper?"

"We are in the hospital, off the main highway. The sixth exit. You are safe here. What's your name?"

"Whumpee..."

"Okay, Whumpee. How old are you?"

"26, I think. Or I was. I don't know how long... it was dark."

"I see. Do you mind if we move this conversation to the bed over there? This cold floor must be pretty uncomfortable." Once again Whumpee fell silent for a second, and looked at the bed like they were calculating something. They shook their head no, and made no effort to move.

"We can sit here for a few more minutes, but I am going to ask that we go over there at some point tonight, okay? I don't want you to get an infection."

"I...I can't. I'm not..." Whumpee gulped. Saying this to Whumper was one thing—they were used to that by now. Saying it out loud to a stranger brought a shameful blush to their face as humiliation snaked its way through their intestines. They briefly remembered a time where they knew how silly this admission was. "I'm not worthy."

[skittles-the-whumpee]

A shirt.

Such an easy thing to take for granted until it's the only thing you are allowed to have.

No undies. No pants. No socks. Definitely no shoes. Just a single, old, oversized shirt.

Something he gave me so I wasn't always naked.

He didn't buy it for me, he doesn't buy anything for us other than collars, kennel cages, and things that cause pain...no, it's just an old shirt he didn't want anymore. He doesn't need to buy us anything.

It's all I have.

He burnt all the clothes that I wore when he had me picked up. It's all ashes now. Even my favorite hoodie, gone.

Just a shirt.

He gave it to me after the third week, after he had spent that time properly and painfully introducing me to my role here. I am his pet. I am his muse. I am his plaything.

I am his property.

Captured and flown halfway across the world.

It's a simple shirt, size XXXL Tall, dark gray, very faint remnants of old blood stains (not all of it my own), hem starting to tatter, very small moth holes here and there, band logo all but worn off, hides just enough of me to count as "covering".

It's the kind of shirt one throws out before buying a new one. But he gave it to me instead.

And I cherish it, a gift from my Master.

Such a simple thing.

And yet, it brings me joy.

[defire]

Different types of conditioning for different whumpees is really interesting because it changes their fear responses! Like

A slave whumpee that was conditioned to keep their hands in front of them or else they'd get whacked in the arm with a cane. Their reaction to realizing they're not doing it is to flinch and grab their arm.

A living weapon whumpee that was trained to stand stiff and tall, or they'd be slapped in the face. Now when they catch themselves slouching, they squint and stiffen, clenching their jaw so they don't accidentally bite their tongue when they're slapped.

A prisoner whumpee freezing up and going still when a door clangs. if they blended in, an angry guard might pick a more defiant prisoner to make an example of.

A pet whumpee that was conditioned to pretend to be happy and cute, and was kicked across the floor when they didn't. When they're caught being upset, they skitter to the other end of the room and protect their ribs and face.

The right-hand-slave of the king or cult leader that had to look amazing and represent the kingdom or they'd be whipped that night. If they do something awkward, they go cold and swallow, fearing punishment later.

[whumped-by-glitter]

I want to talk about conditioning for a minute, from someone who has undergone it.

It has been 15 yrs as of March 30th since I left for basic training (probably why it's been on my mind A LOT lately, so sorry guys). In those 15 years, I've undone most of the programming, but you know what, there are some things that just will not go away.

For example, reveille, if you want to see me go from fast asleep to moving like something is on fire and have me dressed and out the door before the song ends, wake me up with that, even hearing it during the day gives me a minor adrenaline rush. I have not heard that tune in like 2 years, and I'm pretty sure I will still react the same way. I have been completely Pavlove's dog to it, and it only took 8.5 weeks.

Next is my hands in my pocket - it feels rebellious and taboo when I do it, even now I still feel a slight jolt of excitement when I do it. I actually put my hands in my pocket a lot now because it feels weird, and I like that 🤣

Even how I walk has changed, I still have no bounce in my step, I still roll my feet to walk quieter, I still find myself falling in step with people I'm walking next to. I have done my best to undo this one, but it still shows up every now and then. I will also still walk to a beat if music playing is anything similar to a Jodie.

It has been 15 years with active work done to undo this, and it still shows up! I was in for a total of just 5.5 years.

It also took me years (3-4) to stop standing at parade rest and over using sir/ma'am. That only got better from being constantly called out on it.

My point? A conditioned whumpee will likely have behaviors just show up even years later. there will also likely be completely normal things they will likely have to actively think about doing or not doing, and it may always feel weird or foreign to them (like me putting my hands in my pocket). This won't be something that goes away in weeks or months. They are going to have these internal reactions to certain stimuli, likely the rest of their life. Also, these responses can be exhausting for a caretaker! That's a lot of emotional burden on them, depending on what the whumpee was conditioned to.

Hopefully, this helps someone somewhere somehow with some inspiration! 😊 feel free to pick my brain further if you want.

Thank you for letting me talk a bit about my experiences, it's refreshing. I promise after March I'll be less military again. 🤣

[whumpy-galaxy]

Listen I am a SUCKER for conditioned whumpees. Specifically the unconditioning that comes after rescue.

Whumpee being afraid of Caretaker.

Whumpee having to wear a collar and a muzzle because that’s how Whumper kept them.

Whumpee panicking when they mess up or drop something, waiting for Caretaker to get upset and beat them.

Whumpee who won’t eat unless Caretaker orders them to.

Whumpee who doesn’t know what to do if they’re not being dragged around on a chain.

Whumpee who’s afraid of windows and the outdoors because Whumper convinced them everyone and everything outside wanted to hurt them, and they were safer with Whumper.

And everything that comes with that.

Caretaker not knowing what to do and feeling worthless. (Bonus points if they even consider mercy killing Whumpee because maybe they’ll always be afraid of everything and there’s nothing they can do).

Caretaker thinking maybe they DID do something to hurt Whumpee.

Caretaker being upset every time they look at Whumpee because they still insist on wearing the collar and muzzle Whumper bought for them, and Caretaker never wants to see them like that.

But also the good things that come with it!

Caretaker getting a new collar and muzzle made, with padding and lots of extra space for Whumpee to wear while they recover.

Whumpee finally being able to do something without asking Caretaker first, and Caretaker being so proud of them.

Caretaker’s praise and excitement at this makes Whumpee feel proud, too.

I just. I love it so much.