What does BBU mean?
@aetherblackpotter
Hii First I love the art ! Just, I'm new, can you explain to me what "BBU whum" mean ? I know about Whumpee/Whumper but I don't know about bbu...
Glad you like my art and thanks for the question. And because the answer can be a bit complex I decided to answer it in this separate post.
So BBU stands for Box Boy Universe, which is a sandbox within the whump community.
The BBU is basically a modern world setting in which slavery is legalised and people can sell their freedom to the WRU to become slaves.
The WRU is a company in charge of erasing the memory of people who sign a contract with them to become slaves/pets (with the promise of a better future) and train them in their facilities to be the perfect pet for their future owner.
BoxBoys/Babes can be trained in different designations such as Platonic, Domestics, Romantics or Guard Dogs.
(The thing is, there have been rumours of people disappearing and reappearing as BoxBoys. People who haven't signed contracts with the WRU, but the WRU is a trusted company, those must just be rumours)
In this same universe there is also a movement against the WRU and in favour of the liberation of the Box Boys, ordinary people who do not agree with the company and the obvious abusive situations suffered by those who sign contracts with them.
If you have any further questions, please do not hesitate to ask me. Maybe I'm not very good at explaining haha.
If you are interested you can read my main story set in the BBU here or here I have a recommendation list where you can find other authors who write in the BBU.
By the way some writers in the whump community write something called pet whump which is similar to the BBU but without the WRU aspect and the specific elements of the universe. For example @whumpzone's story here or @sideblogformindtrash's story here.
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Okay here comes the request. Hope this isn’t too specific :)
Caretaker finds their friend Whumpee drunk out of their mind. They don’t know what happened but nevertheless they bring Whumpee home and take care of them. Whumpee, being rather incoherent, accidentally confesses something (maybe their treatment with whumper, maybe a love confession of what they think is unrequited love, maybe something else…)
Sorry it took me so long to answer this, but there wasn't enough creative juice in me, haha. I know it's not exactly what you asked for, but I still hope you like what I wrote :)
Thank you @whumpinthepot for helping me with this and doing a proof reading.
CW: drunk whumpee, abuse, alcohol abuse, protective caretaker, wounded character
“What are ya' doing Hero?” asked Civilian blinking slowly, trying to get used to the light in the flat while Hero dabbed his face with a wet cloth.
“What am I doing? I'm trying to wipe all the scratches off your face, you- idiot!”
“Wh- what scratcheees?”
“The ones you got when you decided to start a fight with that guy from the bar.”
“Ooh yeees! Well- he deserved it. He shouldn't have taken my drink.” Civilian swayed, and Hero had to grab his shoulder to keep him still.
The night among friends had been going smoothly with drinks and laughter, until Hero lost sight of a drunk Civilian for a few minutes and things got out of control. Resulting in Hero having to drag him out and take him home.
“That wasn't your drink!" Hero started, but he knew it was a lost cause, "ahh- never mind, can you take off your shirt? I want to see that you don't have any more cuts under it.”
“Heh, are you trying to flirt with me?” Civilian teased, trying with trembling hands to remove his torn clothes.
Despite the evening's outcome, the friends were enjoying their time together, but when Hero saw under Civilian's shirt, his face turned pale and the room fell silent.
The multiple scars covering Civilian's chest showed just how negligent Hero had been as a friend. How was it possible? Hero wondered. How was it possible that someone had been hurting his friend and he hadn't noticed?
“Who- who did this to you? When did this happen? Why didn't you say anything?!” Hero bombarded Civilian with questions, while guilt and worry overwhelmed him.
“Wait- m’ head…” -Civilian pressed his eyes closed- “don't talk so- so loud," he said as if what Hero had just found out was not a big deal.
“Tell me, and I swear I will see to it that you get justice.”
“Wha- what ar-e you talking about?”
“Don't play dumb. Where did all those scars come from? Civilian, someone's been hurting you and that's- that's not right...”
In the silence after Hero spoke, all that could be heard was the gentle breeze ruffling the curtains. Civilian was quite drowsy from all the alcohol, and looked as if he would pass out before answering Hero's questions. Until he finally managed to put his words together to give a halfway coherent answer.
“I- well, all these here," Civilian pointed to his scars, "you don't have to wo-worry Hero, they we-were my fau-lt.”
“Civilian..." pity could be heard in his voice, "I don't know who told you that, but it's not true. None of this can be your fault.”
“Yes, yes it was. I- I got involved with the- the wrong-g people. If I had never met Supervillain… things wouldn't have gone this far.”
Civilian seemed lost in thought. But Hero now had more questions than answers. Suddenly, nothing seemed to make sense.
“So, was it Supervillain who hurt you like this?”
Hero was trying to remain calm, but a storm was raging inside him. What could Supervillain want with Civilian? No matter the reason, as soon as he got his hands on that son of a bitch, he would make him regret ever having scratched a kind and gentle person like Civilian.
“Well, yes- in part…”
“In part? What do you mean? Has someone else been hurting you?”
“Ah well…yes… hm- erm, I,” Civilian hesitated looking at Hero in the eyes, “I told you it was my fault… if only I had been better… I brought this on myself."
“Civilian, you have to tell me the truth, you can't go on like this." Hero pressed.
As the conversation went on, Civilian looked more and more stressed until a few tears managed to escape from his eyes. “I- I just, I don't want to tell you.”
“Why?”
“You're going to get mad at me.”
“Civilian, that's not true, we are friends.”
“You won't want to be my friend anymore.”
“Everything is going to be okay. Just tell me. I can't see you hurt like this”
Hero took Civilian's hand into his own in a gesture that was intended to reassure his friend. But, which in fact ended up breaking Civilian, who began to sob inconsolably.
“I'm sorry, Hero, I'm sorry... It- It was you-”
If the night hadn't been strange enough, that last sentence had knocked him off his feet. That was not possible. For a long moment, Hero stood frozen without saying a word, without moving a muscle, just listening to his friend sobbing in the background. Until finally it all clicked. The answer had been so obvious. Only, he had been too blind to see it.
“Villain?” the question leapt from his mind and escaped his lips.
At the mention of that name, the sobbing turned to heavy weeping, and that was more than proof enough. Hero hesitated for a moment, but ended up sitting on the sofa next to- his friend? Perhaps the years of friendship had been a lie, all a great manipulation. It was the first thing that crossed Hero's mind. If it wasn't for the alcohol, Civili- Villain would never have revealed his identity. But the good times he had spent with his friend had felt real, Hero couldn't remember Villain ever taking advantage of Hero's ignorance of his identity and trying to get information out of him as Civilian. Besides, the scars on Villain's body were very real. Those could not be faked. Now that he thought about it, on occasions when Hero had fought with Villain, he had inflicted wounds to defeat him that he could now see reflected in some of the many scars on Villain's body. But he was definitely not the cause of all of them.
With that in mind, Hero moved his arms slowly until he wrapped Villain in a gentle hug. At the unexpected physical contact, his friend flinched, but when the surprise passed, he just rested his head on Hero's shoulder and cried there for a long time. By the time Villain had calmed down, the night breeze had stopped.
“So- you don't hate me?" was the first thing Villain asked, "can we still be friends?"
“Of course I don't hate you. Whatever happened doesn't change anything, you have been my friend for many years and always will be.” Hero shook his head. “I- I just don't understand why Supervillain would do something like this to you, you're his ally.”
If Hero wanted answers, it would be better to get them now. Once the alcohol had cleared out of Villain's system, he would probably return to his charmingly stoic and cocky self. But... was it really the right thing to do to take advantage of the situation? Villain would never have confessed to something like this in his right mind. But before Hero could further question the morality of his actions, Villain voiced one last thought.
“H- he do- doesn't like useless- people. Losing to you…” he sighed, “I will always be a failure to him…”
After that statement, a last tear rolled down Villain's cheek as he fell asleep in Hero's embrace.
Hopefully the next morning he won't be able to remember anything, Hero thought as he laid Villain on the couch to finish treating his wounds. Some of which he had apparently caused himself.
He would definitely pay Supervillain a friendly visit tomorrow.
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