Wolfees

maybe they’re too sick to move. maybe they’re injured and broken. maybe they’re dying.

And have it follow them after they're rescued. Have them bite their tongue and make it bleed whenever someone gets close. Have them get bouts of violence, where they WANT to lash out at their caretaker, so they lock themselves away until it passes.

Came up with 2 new guys just to cope with IRL transphobia and… it is a G/T duo…. In a non fantasy setting (besides the shrink ray gun)

Give me a whumpee that steals, stores and hoards food as a result of being neglected and traumatised by whumper.

A whumpee whose basic needs were not always met in the past and who now, despite having been taken into caretaker's care, hides food because they fear that caretaker will stop providing meals.

A whumpee that will scarf down their food, stuffing it in their mouth, sometimes overeating to the point of throwing up.

A whumpee that will get defensive around their food, scared it will be taken away, or that starts spiralling when caretaker innocently mentions they're running out of something/that the fridge is empty/etc.

They feel ashamed that Caretaker trusts them so little, that they have to be held back instead of just instructed. Until Caretaker does it in the car after a car in front of the brake checked them and Whumpee can’t figure out what they were stopping them from.

They ask, hesitantly, hoping that at least if they were punished for asking, they might figure out how to prove themselves, but Caretaker explains that they were trying to protect them, that was what that always meant. Caretaker laughs, asking if Whumpee thought they were strong enough to hold them back anyway, and it finally clicks.

Whumpee spends the rest of the drive staring out the window, tracking each memory back, recontextualizing it through this new information. Caretaker had a point, they were far stronger than them, and by extent, that meant that realistically Caretaker’s arm of protection would do very little to protect them but that wasn’t the point.

"come on, come on, come on," they hold their phone to their ear, "pick up, whumpee. pick up."

"hello?" whumpee's weary voice comes from the other side of the phone. "caretaker?"

"oh, whumpee. sorry i woke you up. i'm just- i had a dream that you..."