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serene-cinders · 8 days
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Imagining teething soothers in the omegaverse.
I headcanon that secondary genders present during puberty, and that’s when fangs come in. Alphas have bigger fangs, think a dog’s canine. Betas have mid-length fangs, more squat. Omegas have smaller, sharper fangs, think a cat’s canine.
Anyway, imagine that growing in your fangs is painful no matter what your secondary gender is. So, a market of chews/teething soothers crop up for teens.
I’m just thinking of the ridiculous disparity there.
Like, differences that don’t even make sense. Theoretically, a block of tough, chewable rubber would do for anybody. But that kind of thing is only marketed towards alphas and betas. They’re practical, a block of solid rubber for maximum fang-sinking ability, fit for all fang types. But omegas are marketed those little rubber cases filled with water, in ‘cute’ shapes or whatever. Think small, pink lovehearts or butterflies. The kind of thing meant for babies without any teeth yet. These are marked up a hell of a lot, for what is essentially a plastic shell filled with water that will burst when a fang grazes it. And you can bet they’re sold in multipacks to make the value look better.
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serene-cinders · 14 days
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Just imagining a whumper with an (in)human weapon whumpee. Maybe the Whumpee was born in a time of war, and the whumper was tasked with helping Whumpee harness their powers for ‘good’.
The Whumpee is maladjusted and uneducated (unless you count military propaganda as ‘education’). The Whumpee is provided for… but is deeply unhappy. They need somebody to ‘understand’ and help them learn who they are. To be taught their purpose in this time of need. A vulnerable, fragile individual.
Maybe the Whumper has lost a lot in this war. Maybe they’ve retired from active duty, and brought into this experiment because of their expertise and hands-on experience with the enemy. Maybe they’re kinder to Whumpee as a result. Just a lost little creature, in a world of much bigger fish. Who can’t relate to that? (carewhumper vibes?)
Or maybe the Whumper is a higher up, with a much bigger vision than the Whumpee could ever imagine. Somebody with uncompromising expectations. Who will see what makes this weapon tick, and how to crush the enemy with them. This ball of nerves and untapped potential brought before them, like a lamb to the slaughter, and what an important slaughter it will be.
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serene-cinders · 15 days
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A Caretaker adopting a pet Whumpee from a shelter out of pity. Whumpee’s been abused. Maybe they can’t, or won’t speak, so their pain is a mystery, but it shows in their empty eyes, maimed form, scars running criss-cross all over.
Maybe Whumpee’s on the older side. Maybe they’re not conventionally attractive. They’ve been abandoned by the world, they’ve been at the shelter for years, and they’re slowly succumbing. Dying.
Caretaker never agreed with this ‘human pet’ business. They find it despicable, and wouldn’t support it. But… that wretched husk, so rigorously broken down, brings tears to their eyes. And they can’t bare the thought of somebody dying alone in this unfeeling, underfunded shit hole.
So, Caretaker makes the choice to give them the kindest few weeks of their life.
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serene-cinders · 3 months
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Trying to find female whumpee content that doesn’t include sa
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