i know this hurts, it was meant to

Whumpee who talks about their experiences, naming dates and places where it all happened. And Caretaker who was nearby at the time and maybe could've helped if they only knew.

Whumper posing with Whumpees drugged, bruised, tied up body like how modern hunters pose with dead deer

Sorry I can't make it this evening. Yeah, conducting unethical experiments on my boytoy again. Yeah, it'll be all night.

The one true character of all time, the suffering he must endure for us to be well fed. And I can't tell you how much this list cuts out, the SA, the other numerous deaths, the tortures, the addiction... He truly has done it all.

Whumpee who is just so, so sick of having to be strong.

my philosophy on “cozy” is that true coziness requires juxtaposition. sitting around a fire in the winter is cozy because the outside is cold, right? if there’s no hardship to take shelter from, peace quickly becomes unremarkable. now, i do think we should strive for peace being unremarkable in real life, but if you’re making a work of fiction that’s supposed to inspire feelings of “coziness,” you need to strike a balance. if part of the game is “customize your house!” i need to feel some sense of relief from returning home. i stand by my previous statement that night in the woods is the coziest game ive ever played, and it doesn’t even market itself as a “cozy game.” it feels cozy because it’s a game about how our friendships give us reasons to keep holding on even under systems that are apathetic (at best) to our suffering. night in the woods says, “yes, you are a small, insignificant speck in a vast sea that will eventually drown you, but there’s a forest on the outskirts in town where you can do dumb shit with your friend, and a lake you can sit by while you talk about your struggles.” and that’s beautiful to me. that’s what peace actually feels like.

I had the most med-whumpy test of my life today. Had a ton of testing done including a tilt table test at the end. Spent two hours strapped flat on my back with my arms strapped down to arm boards, attached to a million machines, some that kinda hurt. The nurse was pretty friendly, even itched my nose when I asked since my arms were restrained. Then at the end two more doctors came in for the tilt table test and the atmosphere changed, the nice nurse warned me first that the doctor doesn’t talk much and I am not to speak unless asked a direct question so I don’t mess with any of their readings. The doctors watched the screens and monitors intently while making notes. The nurse was by my side in case I passed out, she would shout readings to one of the doctors who would write it down. The only time any of them spoke to me was when the nurse whispered to ask if I was okay when I was starting to loose consciousness. After about 15 minutes of doctors studying me so intensely while not seeming to care about the significant physical distress I was in the lead doctor motioned for the nurse to lay the table down again then got up and left without saying a single word to me. I didn’t even know either doctor’s names. The nurse held a straw to my lips to drink water while I recuperated for a couple more minutes before finally releasing my arm restraints (and the straps across the rest of my body) and taking all the equipment off. I totally felt like a test subject with the calm and calloused doctors who didn’t see me as much more than a set of data points, with the nurse as kind of a handler making sure I stay calm and compliant to the doctors.

Do I actually want to write this fanfic or do I just want to wallow in the delicious daydream like a pig in the mud?

Unfortunately I wish for others to wallow in my magnificent mud pit

whumpers and whumpees who make each other legitimately laugh despite themselves

Uppercase / lowercase combination and everything. Really committed to the bit