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[painsandconfusion]

Forced Comfort

Because who doesn't like a little bit of intimate whumper vibes?

[Prompt Masterpost]

Whumpee wrapped up in a blanket. The soft fabric hides the fact that their hands are still bound behind their back.

Gentle fingers brushing the hair from Whumpee’s face - carefully peeling it back through the sheen of sweat that’s left.

“Shhh…you’re okay. I’m not gonna hurt you anymore..”

Kissing tears from the corners of Whumpee’s eyes.

Whumper keeping Whumpee sedated between sessions to 'help them cope'.

“Hold still- hold still or I’ll start again.”

Pinning a squirming Whumpee in an embrace. Grip tightening the more they struggle. 

Whumpee being so tired. So so so very tired. They can’t help but lean into the gentle touch. 

Whumper ignoring every shiver and twitch that accompanies the gentle pets they give their broken toy.

“Nnnnono-sst…d-on’ t ouchme-!”

Whumpee thrashing to the point of hyperventilation as Whumper wraps them up in blankets. The panic in their eyes ever so slowly fading as they realize they’re not being hurt anymore.

Whumpee desperately not trying to lean into it or accept the comfort. They don’t want it from them - don’t want to melt into the hands that ripped screams from them just a few minute before. But they need something. And Whumper knows it.

“Look at you. Pathetic little thing~”

Shoving Whumpee into a bath to trigger some kind of calming response. Whumpee just thinks they’re going to be drowned. …….maybe they will be. Just a little bit.

Whumper combing a hand through Whumpee’s hair - soft and rhythmic and sweet - as they carve into Whumpee.

“Shhh..just focus on me. Don’t look at  it- just look at me. Listen to my voice. You’re doing so good, little one.”

Kisses peppering over Whumpee’s cheeks, lips, forehead, brows, jaw, etc as their face puckers up, trying to twist away. 

A hug that looks gentle until you notice Whumper’s hand fisted in Whumpee’s hair. Keeping them exactly in place.

“Don’ don t t-ouch me- STOP-”

Drugging Whumpee to ‘help with the nerves’. Watching their panicked sobs slowly peter out into nothing as they stare miserably at their captor. 

“Make the most of this. We start again in the morning.”

[Prompt Masterpost]

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[maracujatangerine]

83. On the phone 6

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

”I’ve managed to arrange it. It wasn’t easy, but I have finally found a friend who is willing to help us.”

“Really? Oh my god, Indira, you are amazing!”

“I aim to please.” Lydia could hear the smile in the doctor’s voice. “But we will have to be careful. Have you talked with him about it yet?”

“Not yet, I didn’t want to worry him, or give him any false hopes.”

“You are worried about how he will react.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I am.” Lydia admitted. “But he deserves the chance. I will ask him soon.”

”That’s good. This has been going on for far too long.”

“I know.” Lydia sighed. “But WRU seemed to be the only option, and I would never put Coriander through that.”

“Agreed.” Indira paused, listening to some indistinct loudspeaker announcement in the background. “I got to go. Keep me posted.”

“I will. Thank you again. You are the best!”

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[whumpy-writings]

Of Vampires and Men Map!

So back when I started OVAM I drew a very basic map to help me figure out where things were. I'm talking blobs and stars on important places. It was functional, but not pretty. Well, my sister agreed to turn my chicken scratch into an actual masterpiece! Behold, the world of Pyrne!

I literally almost cried when she showed me the finished map. It's so cool to see the world I've been playing around in for years finally take shape. This is of course only one part of the entire planet. The story thus far has taken place mostly in Torin and Lucia, but I have plans. Big plans. Book 2 is going to take place partly in Enrone, which is going to be super fun. There will also be vampire pirates.

And now for some shameless self promotion:

Cry of Fangs is coming out next Tuesday, March 26! If you purchase the paperback or ebook and fill out the form below, I'll send you a postcard of this beautiful map as a thank you gift. https://forms.gle/x7GNB9Lh1LY9r5Bg8

Preorder Cry of Fangs here!

Grab a signed paperback!

Thank you so much for showing my angsty vampire boys so much love. Even if you can't purchase a copy of the book, know that I appreciate every single like, reblog, and comment. I hope to have some more free chapters up on tumblr soon.

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[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

City Update - 8/22/23

Hey! Long time no see friends, I hope everyone has been well. To make things short, no, this blog is not abandoned. Much to my dismay personal life has been sucking the inspiration clean off my wee bones.

I still love what I do, love to hear from you all and if you'd like to tag me in any posts of your work, I'll go through and re-blog them as a feed to keep things active!

#thecitythatdoesntsleep or @thecitythatdoesntsleep for a reblog/repost or to be included in the next queue line up!

[valerie826]

Never get bored of this beautiful skyline #hongkong #victoriaharbour #hongkongskyline #discoverhongkong #starferry #concretejungle #thecitythatdoesntsleep https://www.instagram.com/p/BsIyYxSna0j/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xd360gld7p83

[whumpzone]

Lost Property - 12

(masterpost)

Previous - Next

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation

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Coriander was kneeling in a corner of the kitchen, near the table. The pet had offered to do the washing up, of course, but the man - Linden - had waved it away.

“No, no,” he’d said, “you are my guest here, and there isn’t much to do. I will just fill up the dishwasher and you can take it easy for a while.”

The blonde pet had ducked its head. “Y-yes, Sir.” Now, the dark-haired man was in the far side of the kitchen, humming quietly to himself while he was rinsing off and stacking the dishes.

The pet’s muscles ached. Cory‘s body was used to kneeling, but it was a long time since it so stringently had kept the positions and the pet was out of practice. Miss Lydia often told it to sit comfortably or just generally didn’t pay attention to whether the pet held perfect form or not. With a new owner - even if this was a temporary arrangement - that kind of slacking off surely wouldn’t fly. Even with Miss Lydia, Coriander took care to be graceful, to be silent and still and move elegantly, as it had been taught. But now, it had to be absolutely perfect, and that perfection hurt.

In an effort to distract itself, the pet looked around. Just next to it on the floor was a small pile of yesterday’s newspapers, some colourful advertisements and, on the very top, a piece of paper that looked like a letter. Cory craned its neck to be able to read sideways without moving from its spot.

“Notice. Number 52 will be throwing a Pet Party this coming Saturday. This notice is to apologise prior to the proceedings for any noise disturbance during the evening. There will be several newly trained Pets who will likely need disciplining.”

The letter continued, but Coriander’s blood ran cold. Its hands started shaking so badly that it couldn’t read any further- it placed it back down, wishing it’d never read it in the first place. It was already finding it so hard to be perfect, and now it had this looming over its head? It remembered its latest pet party and Miss Lydia saying “This will never happen to you” in her most convincing tone. But it was no longer with Miss Lydia. That other pet, Colton, had had horrific scarring, perhaps the results of such parties?

Cory couldn’t do it. It was so out of practice, it was so clumsy and awkward and presumptuous these days, it couldn’t hope to be a model pet at such a high-stakes event. It would mess up, even if just once, and that would be it. Hours of pain as it was corrected for the rest of the night, lumped in with the bad pets, deserving every moment. Cory’s breathing sped up as it got wrapped up in the thought of it. Miss Lydia was so far away. It didn’t have a chance.

Too late, Coriander realised that the sound of running water had stopped. Linden was on his way back to the pet. Quickly, Cory tried to compose itself into an image of calm obedience, hoping that Linden hadn’t noticed it snooping around his private correspondence.

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[cupcakes-and-pain]

Presents

Okay, this was originally one chapter but it got long so I’m going to spilt it up. Enjoy the double update

Masterlist

CW: vampire caretaker, multiple whumpees, institutionalized slavery (kinda), caretaker new master, referenced conditioning, swearing, mini panic attack

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After the party died to down, Roy started dreading the trip upstairs to fetch Mike’s “gifts.” Finally, the last person left and his moms began to hunt in a less than subtle way that he should leave. Collecting all of his courage and pushing down his revulsion for living blood bags, he made his way up.

He knocked, because it felt right, although it was weird to announce his presence for his childhood bedroom.

Upon entrance, everything was exactly how he left it. His embroidered curtains which he insisted on being custom made and costed far too much still covered the fake windows. On top of his dresser was the miniature bleeding heart sculpture he got from a hippie in the late 70s. His band posters, which ranged from Leonard Bernstein to very early Panic! At the Disco, still hung over his bed.

“Master, we are here to serve you.”

Roy looked regretfully to the corner where the two slaves were kneeling. They were the only part of his room that was different. It was the girl who spoke. He put them there because the party was still going on at the time, but now that it was over, he needed to get them to his house.

“Mmhm, I know, hon. Come here you two, it’s nearly time to leave. But first, I want to see you better.”

The two almost crawled over, crawled, it was still so unnerving to him. Yeah, they were humans, and historically humans have been beneath vampires and served them. But it’s the modern era! This shouldn’t still be going on. Vampires could do better than this, they knew better now. But, alas, one thing at a time. The two humans did remember that he wanted them to walk and so they did, but the fact that they almost crawled on instinct and conditioning really bothered him. Once they were near, they kneeled once more in front of him. He really tried to contain his disgust, but it wasn’t working if the fear on their faces was anything to go off of.

“Master, where do you want to drink from? We’ll give it all freely.”

He really had to get them to stop calling him Master, but that would require facing the fact that he owned them aloud. No fucking thank you.

“I don’t want a drink right now. I just haven’t gotten a good look at you yet. Do you have names?”

“Yes, Master. We are named Dew and Drop, if it pleases you sir.”

“Dew and Drop? Like a dew drop? That’s kind of… cute, all things considered. Do you like those names or would you prefer something else?”

Drop looked neutral but Dew seemed to panic and sputtered, “I- we l-like whatever you like, Master. We don’t have opinions, really, I promise we don’t.” Her breathing was quickly getting out of control.

Roy was expecting that she would insist that they couldn’t have likes or something, but he hadn’t anticipated such a strong reaction. Without thinking, he put his hand on her shoulder to try and anchor her from her fright. But, to no one’s surprise, the sudden touch of a predator only caused her to sink further into her terror.

Drop started to reach out for his friend but then stopped and looked at Roy, very unsure. Roy nodded at him and Drop held Dew gently, patting her hair and calming her a bit.

Owning humans might be harder than Roy thought, and he was already expecting the worse.

“Let’s just go.”

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[wolfeyedwitch]

Coagulating! One of my favorites. And just picking a similar name but maybe Celeste? I do like both starting with C's. -thecitythatdoesntsleep

CW: starvation, shoulder dislocation, captivity, female vampire whumpee

Masterlist

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The blood was coagulating.

The blood was right there, and it was coagulating, because she wasn't allowed to drink it.

Celeste whimpered through the muzzle she wore. While it kept her from biting, and kept her from drinking (at least with any amount of ease), it didn't keep her from smelling. The scent of blood had been tormenting her for hours by now.

It shouldn't have even been that much of a temptation. It was old blood, dead blood, animal blood. Pig, if she had to guess, most likely from a butcher shop. Had she been fed recently, it wouldn't have been any kind of enticement.

She didn't remember the last time she'd been fed. It had been days, at least. Weeks, maybe. Long enough that this stale old blood was calling to her like water in a desert.

She had stopped pulling against her restraints after the first shoulder dislocated. She didn't want to chance injuring herself beyond what she could heal. It had been far too long since she'd had any human blood, the only real way for a vampire to heal. Far longer than just the last time she'd been fed.

She hadn't had human blood since she'd been captured. Her new trainer was of the opinion that unruly vampires don't deserve human blood.

She, apparently, didn't deserve blood at all. Not to drink, anyway.

No, the only blood she was getting was just out of her reach, coagulating into a disgusting mess.

Maybe once it was fully dry, they'd let her lick it up.

Like a good little pet.

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[themerrywhumpofmay]

Writing Masterlist: Days 1-3

Next

May 1st - "Don't hold your breath"

Whip | Tears | The Chair

painsandconfusion / neverending-anguish / lonely-harts / egg-writes-whump / screamingcryingsobbing / whump-then-fall / just-horrible-things / cursedscribbles / yourlunarspice / eclipseofwhump / ex0rin / bluewhumpcrew / morewhumplease / whmptxts / jadeocean46910 / darkthingshappen / shywhumpauthor / bricky-brikson / littl3gayp3rs0n / greenwhump / leyswhumpdump / whump-and-a-little-bit-more / thepigeonhasapen / local-cawcaw / hold-him-down / mybeautifulbeautifuleternal / mechanical-caracal / howtowhumpyourhiccup / thecitythatdoesntsleep / whumpeedeedoo / nade2308 / authorangelita 1 - 2 / fletcherwilbury / lumpofwhump / bandaidhours / whumpberry-cookie / em-writes-stuff /

May 2nd - "Beg to Differ"

Denial | Confined | Eye contact

leyswhumpdump / lonely-harts / cursedscribbles / just-horrible-things / darkthingshappen / thepigeonhasapen / em-writes-stuff / yourlunarspice / bluewhumpcrew / screamingcryingsobbing / darkchocolatepot / littl3gayp3rs0n / whump-then-fall / eclipseofwhump / thecitythatdoesntsleep / bricky-brikson / greenwhump / fletcherwilbury / howtowhumpyourhiccup / shywhumpauthor / egg-writes-whump / authorangelita / mybeautifulbeautifuleternal / whumpeedeedoo / mechanical-caracal / whump-and-a-little-bit-more / intrestingatparties / whmptxts /

May 3rd - "Don't mind me"

Zip ties | Awoken in the night | Smiling

darkthingshappen / leyswhumpdump / lonely-harts / just-horrible-things / yourlunarspice / bluewhumpcrew / littl3gayp3rs0n / darkchocolatepot / godestof3worlds / whump-then-fall / fletcherwilbury / egg-writes-whump / bricky-brikson / shywhumpauthor / mybeautifulbeautifuleternal / cursedscribbles / lilac-and-lemon-whumps / painsandconfusion / greenwhump / ex0rin / mechanical-caracal / screamingcryingsobbing / thecitythatdoesntsleep / intrestingatparties / authorangelita / wolfbad /

May 12th (early fill)

Panic attack | Blowtorch | Basement

whumpeedeedoo /

Alternate Fills

Try not to flinch | Take me instead | Tag, you're it | Attending your own funeral | Wire | Crop | Plastic bag | Self sacrifice | Baking | Recovery | Intruder | Drowning | Blinding | Shadows | Hallway

whump-and-a-little-bit-more / em-writes-stuff /

[whumpsy-daisy]

CW // victim blaming, stockholm syndrome kinda??? dehumanization, nightmare flashbacks, dislocated wrist recovery (i don’t know anything abt medicine )

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@neverthelass

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continuation of this

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“You're mine, mine to play with, mine to break...all fucking mine.”

Master’s hand was wrapped so tightly around Pet’s neck he thought for sure his head would pop his head off. His hands digging as hard as they could against Master's wrist which didn't seem to be anything because it didn’t even phase Master at all.

“I’ve been feeding from you for hours, dealing with your whining and bitching just for me to realize you like this." He quipped.

"Your face is bright red and I haven't hit you in hours. You sick freak, you actually wanted this!” Master snickered. Pet nearly cried it wasn't true! Sure his face might have been red, but he was embarrassed, humiliated even. Who could like something this painful? He hated it, Master’s nails claws digging into his neck, the lack of oxygen, the awful sounds he was making, and his legs kicking wildly trying to balance himself. Drool and tears sliding down his face just to pool on Master’s hand and he hadn't seemed to care because his hands were still around his throat. His head hurt so badly, he could feel unconsciousness prying at him.

“N-No...didn’t...hurts...d-don’t want i-it!”Pet rasped. Master’s other hand seemingly came from nowhere slapping his face with an audible smack. Pet choked back a sob. The scream dying in his throat.

“Say it! Say you wanted it!” Master seethed, his grip somehow tightened even further Pet’s eyes rolled back before making a horrible gagging noise before falling limp in Master’s chokehold. He could still feel Master’s hands on him as his eyes fell shut.

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Pet whimpered, eyes widening from the memory that had just plagued his sleep, every time he’d pass out it was his just Master feeding from him on replay. He could feel the pain so vividly he'd wake up in even more than he'd been in the dream. He couldn't take it. Rolling onto his side wearily, whining as the sudden movement nearly winded him. He took shallow breath gazing down. If he could just snap his wrist back, maybe he could sleep just for a little while longer and be able to think clearly enough to figure out how to prove to Master he was still a good pet. He remembered watching a trainer pop a pets arm back in place. It didn't look too difficult to do. He clenched his eyes shut grabbing his wrist as fast as he could and squeezing down.

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Kieran flew back from his desk, chair toppling over making his impact to the ground louder than it needed to be. The screaming was still louder. Kieran shook his head, eyes finally adjusting to the blue hue shading his home. His eyes landed on the clock. 5:45am. He brought a hand to his head trying to soothe the ache. He felt like he was floating. He couldn't get his thoughts into one place. He hadn't even gone out drinking and it's not like he kept human blood in the house. He didn't like the effect it had on him; yet he felt as if he'd had drained one. He stumbled out of his home office, the screams turning to sobs. He stumbled towards the foyer. Was Pet having some sort of nightmare? After calming him down he'd probably end up sleeping in his room. He clumsily made his way into the room when the screaming started again.

And then he saw it. He saw him. Pet curled up on the floor by the stairs trembling at the sight of him.

He hadn't eaten...Caroline had taken his last bag and Pet was the only one here.

Kieran wasn't sure anything had ever sobered him up faster in his life. He dropped to his knees peeling his thrashing Pet from the floor.

“N-No please! M’sorry, I-I haven’t healed yet! I n-need a break! Just b-beat me please! I-I can’t...can’t take it...don’t w-w-wanna die please!” Pet bawled his cries becoming almost too much for his own body to handle...too much for Kieran to handle.

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Pet couldn't make out what Master was saying, he was stumbling over his words and stuttering, speaking much too fast for Pet to understand in his state. Something about pain and... food. The thought of getting anything into his mouth was enough to leave him drooling. His stomach hissed, a sharp pain making him flinch. Master took his wrist into his larger hand. Pet flinched, his eyes glancing from his wrist to Master. Was Master going to crush it? Maybe cut it off? Pet felt even sicker. Why was he being punished again? He was already in so much pain. He was sure he’d learned his lesson already.

"3...2..."

A pop sounded in Pet’s ears. Pet shrieked, body falling limp against Master, letting out another pained sob. His heart hammered against his chest as his vision blurred. He couldn't keep air in his lungs long enough to even take a breath.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry” Master rambled, he sounded almost panicked as if he was worried, but Masters don't worry over Pets, it was probably pity then. His wrist didn't feel as loose as before, but it definitely still hurt, though it was nothing compared to what it was before. Sniveling, he took a shallow breath, his stomach growling loudly. He let his head lull to the side to hide his face from Master as tears continued to paint his face.

“S'gonna be ok. How about we get you some food?”

Why was he asking? Wasn’t it an order? He couldn’t understand what Master wanted. He was trying his best, he always did. Maybe he was just too stupid to understand. He’d been told that countless times before. He wanted to be smart, and he knew he wasn’t supposed to want things but maybe this didn’t count as bad wanting since it was just so he could please Master. He was truly willing to do whatever it took.

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Kieran was doing his best to avoid putting any pressure on Pet's body as he carried him down the hall. He kept his face buried in Kieran’s shoulder trying to keep his cries muffled.

“I’m sorry, I'm so sorry,” Kieran mumbled keeping his hand placed gently on Pet’s head. He didn't want to put him down. He wanted to keep holding him and tell him everything was gonna be ok, even if he wasn't sure that was entirely true. He wanted him to stop trembling . He wanted Pet to be able to look him in the eyes. He placed him on the couch putting a blanket on top of him.

“I'm just gonna call someone to bring food. My place is empty. It’ll be here soon I promise.” Kieran soothed.

“P-please...please...can I...sleep. Everything h-hurts...please.” Pet trembled his body curled up as much as it would go considering the number of bruises on his chest. Kieran’s brow furrowed. He’d asked him for permission to sleep. What else did he think he needed permission for?

“You don’t need my permission to do those kinds of things.” Kieran assured. The moment the words left his mouth pet went still, his breathing wheezy which meant he’d definitely done something to his ribs and it was messing with his lungs now. Still, even with the circumstances, it was the most relaxed Kieran had seen him. He moved quietly into the kitchen so he wouldn’t disturb him. His refrigerator was still empty, nothing but that sticky note. He was changing his locks in the morning he never wanted to relive this. He was going to find whoever conditioned him. Someone willingly put this poor thing through so much fear and abuse he thought he had to ask for permission to sleep. A basic function for a human.

But was he any better? He was the one who bought a “pre-trained” pet, but he didn't know what it meant. He didn't think it meant they couldn't perform basic tasks without asking for permission.

He let out a shallow breath. He'd call Victor, he'd ay that it was an emergency and that he needed food...food for a human.Technically it was, wasn't it? He needed food for….

He hadn't named it him...or at least told him he had a name.

Kieran leaned his head against the wall, was he really any different from the people who'd abused their pets. What if he hadn't stopped? What if he'd killed him because he wasn't in control? What if-

"Kieran?! Kieran?? Hello?!"

He hadn't even realized Victor had answered.

“It’s six in the morning!” Victor hissed

“Victor I need...I need a favor…”

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"You're done when I say you're done."

Pet didn't know how long this had gone on. Master had been on top of him for hours, his stomach churned at the metallic smell of his own blood. Blood that should have been in his body.

“N-no more...please...please I can’t! M’sorry...no m-more plea-please!” He whimpered, his eyes shot open as hands came to wrap around him.

"N-no! No, please! M'sorry p-please! I-I can't-" Pet was cut off by Master's voice gently shushing him, gently combing his hands through his hair. His other hand gently stroking his face.

"It's just a dream, just a bad dream...Just take a few deep breaths for me ok?"

Pet struggled for a moment, an order he finally understood. He wouldn't have to think anymore. Pets weren't supposed to think, that's what their Masters were for. Master's hands gently cupped his face forcing his face up, but Pet knew better than to look his Master in the face. His eyes stayed trained on the floor.

"Can you look at me?" Master said softly.

Pet snapped his head up, he'd never been told to look directly at his Master before. Why was this one so different from the others? He'd never really been allowed to see them directly without some sort of reason or punishment following it. Master thumbed the last remaining tears from his eyes. Crimson eyes staring down at him. He was the complete opposite of Pet. He had long black hair just past his shoulders, a lot taller than him, though every vampire was. His skin wasn't as pale as his other Masters. He looked...inviting?

"I never wanted you to see me like that. If I had know there wasn't food left I wouldn't have come home. I got distracted with work and I-

"I-it wasn't a punishment?" He hadn't meant to interupt but Master was really confusing him now.

"Punish- No! No, you're not being punished. I'd never punish you!" Master looked digusted by the words. Of course he didn't want to punish him now. He proabbly thought he liked it now. How was he supposed to learn anything if he was never punished? How was he supposed to his boundaries? What he was supposed to do if Master wouldn't make it clear?

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Pet cries died down a bit, still gripping tightly to Kieran's shirt, jerking each time a hiccup stirred his body. He hated admitting it but Victor was right. He thought he was just trying to be a dick when he said he was going to get a pet. Of course, he knew Pet shops like the one his Pet came from were frowned upon but others rescued them all the time and never mentioned anything like this experience...He just wanted the press to stop thinking he was a selfish asshole. A pet rescued by a young CEO, they were gonna eat it up but not with him in this condition. He’d read so many cases of the pets that were abused or found drained dry. It seemed like he pulled the Pet straight out of one of one of those papers. It was mostly frowned upon. But there would always be people who took things too far. Being addicted to human blood for too long and eventually not caring about the human's life anymore. Was he one of those monsters now? He looked down at the pet lying against him. He was smaller than before, a lot jumpier. He hadn’t fed him or even had a real interaction with him since he brought him home days ago. From the way, Pet was crumpled against him, whimpering and holding onto him. You wouldn't have even known Kieran had been the one to attack him. That was the thing about pets, you could do anything to them and they'd still stay, hell they'd beg for forgiveness when they'd done nothing wrong in the first place. He wasn't sure how, but he was gonna fix it, he'd fix him.

“I...I came up with a name for you, Elliot, if you don't like it we can change it.” Kieran spoke softly. ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅

Pet

Elliot, he had a name, which meant Master actually wanted him. He’d proved he could be good and now Master wanted to keep him. If he had a name there was no way Master would want to get rid of him. He'd evetually teach him what the rules were because he wanted to keep him. He was gonna get to live! Even if it was just to die from Master’s hands later he could die happy, because at least someone had wanted him.

“I like it! I-I like it! Thankyouthankyouthankyou, I-I won't disappoint you! I” He babbled, tears springing to his eyes. There was a dull ache behind them.

"I know you won't Elliot, I know."

He felt like his old Mistresses porcelien teacups, they were so small and fragile, and they broke easily...but no matter how many times they broke Mistress would put the back togther and continue to use them.He wondered if Master would ever love him that much, so much that he'd even fix him when broke all the time.

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[painsandconfusion]

Hey there Sand. Gonna level with ya, I'm in a bad headspace right now and I probably will be for the next several days. I was hoping I could get some of your writing as a distraction. Maybe a yandere whumper that drugs and restrains their darling whumpee?? Or whatever you wanna do really, and if you'd rather not, that's okay too! Love your writing <3

I could use a little of this too. Today has been hhhhhhhh-

I wrote this in ten minutes and didn't proofread, sooooo enjoy!

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Don't Fight It

(tw: drugging, yandere whumper, kidnapping, creepy/intimate whumper, noncon touch/kiss (nothing explicit))

[Drabble Masterpost]

“..what….did y-..” Whumpee blinked hard, staring around the room. Trying to clear..th…to clear the….ffog-? Fog.

“Shhh…” Whumper’s warm hand pulled a squeaking whine from Whumpee’s throat as they pulled them closer. “It’s just some medicine- It’s alright, love…”

Whumpee squirmed, trying to wriggle out of Whumper’s grip and off the couch. “Mmnnnoo-”

“Yes.” Their captor reeled them back in, dragging Whumpee against their chest and wrapping their arms snug around their captive. It’s just to help you sleep, love - I know you’ve been so on edge lately..” 

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper’s nose nuzzled in against the side of their neck. “Don’t fight it.” They pressed a soft kiss to Whumpee’s throat.

Whumpee squirmed, eyes burning as they squeezed shut, twisting away. “Pl-ease d-”

“SHH-” Fingers once gentle bruised in against their arm and waist.

Whumpee locked in place, breath catching and trembling in their lungs. 

Frozen.

“Mm..” Whumper nuzzled a kiss into their hair, grip softening into gentle warmth again. “Better.”

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As always, lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

[maracujatangerine]

77. Safety

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

White planes sped up on the tarmac outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, faster and faster until they rose up into the cerulean sky.

Brutus ignored them. If one of the pilots would lose control his Master might die, but that was a threat that was beyond his control. Focus on the threat that you can affect.

Instead, he let his dark eyes sweep over the crowd inside the airport. Walking half a step behind his Master’s left shoulder, Brutus saw passers-by swerve to avoid crossing their path, idle glances snagging on his collar in curiosity or apprehension.

This was normal, the way that young, bespectacled father pulled his small daughter aside, the way the two elderly ladies in hijabs took a few steps back, the wave of attention rippling through the crowd as they passed. This was, in a way, what his Master had paid the WRU for.

What Brutus was looking for was something out of the ordinary, someone moving with unexpected purpose, someone running or throwing or standing still in just the wrong way. The state of hypervigilance felt almost like meditation, a singular focus that absorbed all thought.

This time, it was not needed. No threat appeared. After an uneventful taxi ride through bustling streets they arrived at a double suite on the fifteenth floor. After taking a quick shower, the pet’s Master told the guard dog to stay.

“I won’t be needing you tonight.” Wayland Jones said, as he walked out the door.

Brutus did his exercise routine, sit-ups and push-ups and stretches. He also had a shower, in the second, smaller bathroom.

With his still damp hair curling around his face, Brutus sat down at the ebony desk and disassembled and cleaned his handgun with smooth, well-practiced precision.

A guard dog should be like a gun, his handler’s voice echoed in his mind, collected, calm, unmoving as long as the safety is on, but capable of tremendous violence if your owner releases the catch.

Reassembling the weapon, Brutus laid it to the side. He did feel twinges of concern at his Master being out and about alone, but Wayland Jones had ordered him to stay. Master knows best. Brutus tried to reassure himself.

The guard dog straightened out the room and drank some water in the bathroom to make his rumbling stomach quiet down. Then, finally, he turned off the lights and sat down in front of the large windows.

The night in the foreign city was filled with neon coloured signs for shops, restaurants and nightclubs. Dark shapes of trees swayed in the breeze. Windows in the buildings around left binary messages of alternating warm yellow or deep dark rectangles. Cars, motorbikes and buses crawled back and forth with their red and white lamps painting streaks of light.

Work was over. There was nothing more to be done. Brutus sat in the quiet, cool and dark hotel room and enjoyed the view.

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This post is a part of the 2023 BBU Community Days organised by @bbu-on-the-side. This is my entry for day 13: Safety.

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Tag List Part 1: @cupcakes-and-pain @whump-em @whumpzone @wh-wh-whu @neuro-whump @carnagecardinal @cowboy-anon @whump-me-all-night-long @redwingedwhump @myst-in-the-mirror @haro-whumps @eatyourdamnpears @bloodsweatandpotato @pinkraindropsfell @whumptywhumpdump @theydy-cringeworthy @whump-in-progress @whumpsy-daisy @nicolepascaline @whumpcreations @briars7 @shiningstarofwinter @whumppsychology @alex-ember @miss-kitty-whumptastic @whumpy-writings @in-patient-princess @youtube-fandoms-bands @goblinchildindabog @mazeish @distinctlywhumpthing @inpainandsuffering @canniboylism @icannotweave @incoherent-introspection @kim-poce @broken-typewriter @the-monarch-whumperfly @whumpers-inc @grizzlie70 @lil-whumper @writingbackwards @sunflower1000 @wingedwhump @thecitythatdoesntsleep @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @onlybadendings @rabass @wolfeyedwitch @melancholy-in-the-morning

[whumpy-writings]

Bloodbag: An Of Vampires and Men Serial

I've been working on this story since November, and I'm super excited for y'all to finally get to read it! Tobias and Bloodbag are side characters in Cry of Fangs, so this story is a bit of a prequel.

Bloodbag is a serialized novella set in the Of Vampires and Men world. It takes place in the city-state of Cesvic, right on the border between Lucia and Torin. We follow a vampire named Tobias, who becomes the reluctant caretaker for a human named Bloodbag. (Yes, it's the classic "whumpee things caretaker is their new master" trope.)

Bloodbag will be exclusively available two places: on Amazon's Kindle Vella and on my Ko-Fi page. The first three episodes are live right now and you can read them for free over on kindle vella. Vella is only available for readers in the USA, so if you're international make sure to check out my ko-fi! I will be releasing one episode every week for the next three months. Expect lots of whump, angst, and fangs. Check out the links below to start reading!

Thank you to the lovely Catherine Reynolds of catherinecreates.art on insta for creating this awesome cover art!

Tagging the vampire squad: @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whump-cravings @thecyrulik @neverthelass @michelleswhumpyreblogs @whumpsy-daisy @aswallowimprisoned @secretwhumplair @whumpzone @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @nicolepascaline @susiequaz12 @princessofonwardsworld @itsleelover @pumpkin-spice-whump @wiwinia @sunflower1000 @whump-blog@blushing-snail @melancholy-in-the-morning @pizzasthengym @suspicious-whumping-egg@whumpsday@ceph-the-ghost-writer@inkkswhumpandstuff@whumpycries @quietly-by-myself @darlingwhump@whumpshaped@dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

[thecitythatdoesntsleep]

Imo (because personally I feel this -> way) that's because it's really scary. Like not with gifs, but whump writing/prompts/etc that you write yourself getting to "normal" (🙄 lol) parts of Tumblr. Especially if they involve extra sensitive topics. It's very scary to put it out for one specific community and know that one reblog from the wrong blog that branches out to hundreds of others could make you have to delete the post/possibly your whole blog because you have 50 anons screaming at you that you're a criminal and telling you to kill yourself in horrible graphic ways all because you write whump, and even when you turn off anon a lot of them just make sockpuppet accounts to do it more. Once you're on those people's radars they don't let it go, I follow someone stalked years later :( And people shouldn't have to be worried about having anon on, because it's nice when shy people can still talk to you. Idk about other reasons and that might not be what you were referencing but that's definitely one reason :(

-Long post, ranting from the mayor-

First of all, I just want to say that I'm extremely sorry that you've experienced these things, even second hand and I wish that the blogger you follow, didn't have to either. I don't think it's right or fair that people take things to such extremes and perpetuate such visceral hatred when it should never escalate that much.

So, my sincerest apologies because that's atrocious.

I'm aware that it gets too serious extremes but I guess it was more generalized; in those cases, I completely understand why people would like to keep to their side of the internet. In such extremes I understand.

I guess what I was referring to was the fact on some reblogs, through the years I've seen fear and shaming of reblogging content that is harmless. I've seen people directly close out other groups because of what they enjoy or go back and put something nasty like: 'No kpop fan reblogs' or 'no weeb interactions/reblogs' and I guess what I mean is, even if you don't like what someone is into.

There's absolutely no need to be cruel and unappreciative that someone on a completely different end of the universe, liked something you liked. I have k-pop followers, I have anime followers, and I have likes and reblogs from all kinds of fandoms and niches. Especially now that tags are on the activity page, it makes it even more obvious and direct when tags are made.

And I personally, love it.

I would never want to isolate someone and say, oh because you like this thing, I don't want you liking or enjoying my content or following me to keep up with it. Stay away, don't come close because you like this thing and I like that thing.

I want this blog to be a safe space for everyone to just chill with some vampires and bask in some drama. Something fantasy, something to help draw them from their worries and problems. I write about violence and dark tropes the same way horror authors do. The same way thriller novels do, so I refuse to feel shame about it when so much culture is soaked in the same thing.

I'm just saying hey, for that story you were writing; try this scene on and see if it gives the kick you want. Even if it's not whump, if someone likes it and it helps them unstick something, even just the fundamental basics of a scene; I'm so ridiculously happy.

While I understand people have certain issues and that severity of hatred and such can come from all edges; like you said it only takes one blog to hurt someone... I won't speak on those matters as those are unique and I feel each person needs to do what they can to protect themselves.

But on a very shallow, very surface-level; I don't understand why some people get angry and write tags or posts that demand no interaction from xyz fans/fandoms/exct. On a much deeper level, I understand the psychology behind it, don't worry. My heart, however, doesn't understand why people do it in the first place. :( Just let people have fun.

I used to run a semi-popular anime blog and sure enough, I've had all of those things you've mentioned happen to me aside from intensive stalking. Because of liking a certain ship, I would get threats, hatred, and things that would be personal attacks from posts I've made prior.

I'd get messages not to reblog posts that weren't related to anime but I liked and wanted to share with my few thousand followers. Even things that were anime-related but in a different fandom than I was.

Even now, I've had a few reblogs from different fandoms, apologizing if they 'weren't supposed to reblog it' or if 'op doesn't mind if I reblog'. I put this content in a public space with the knowledge people of all kinds can find it, even if I specifically dabble in whump, whump is everywhere. And while I understand some may argue that whump is 'weird' in comparison to other things; I'll heavily argue that.

Everything just about that anyone likes has a form of whump in it. Anime has violence, heavy topics, gore, and plenty of emotional suffering. Anything with real people in it has usually, emotional suffering if not physical. Even fans that write for musical artists or authors or celebrities; they're usually dabbling in something whumpy. Unless it's smut which depending on how they make the relationship, can still be whumpy if someone is not being treated well in the fiction.

But I hear you and I'm sorry if my prior post offended anyone, as it's not deep or aimed at anyone specifically; just an observation of mine that I wanted to mumble into the void. (I will probably delete this post and the prior one, and reform it into something a little softer as I don't want anyone to feel any kind of way about it.)

I have no issue if people need to keep safe and do what is best for them but we're not in cults or sects that have to be segregated; at least I'm not and I won't be treating anyone that way.

I apologize that the internet has made people so volatile and unable to feel safe. That's honestly not fair and the people that do that, shouldn't have accounts. To take something so fun, so light-hearted and turn it into violent death threats and hatred, I'll never understand it.

It was also a general lament about the fact that I enjoy seeing blogs that aren't whump blogs, get down to a post I made. I love seeing people relate to my content, even if they aren't intimate with the whump community. Again, I assure I meant no harm or would ever think someone is wrong for wanting to keep to themselves. For whatever reasons, even if it's just anonymity.

I just really enjoy sharing, I guess and it's pretty heartbreaking to hear that people can't enjoy everything, all at once without being victims of the mean and hurtful.

Seriously guys, just love creation, if you can't love the people creating. Be good to each other, know that your words can hold more power than we'll ever know, and use them to uplift our fellow bloggers.

I might be a whump blog but there's nothing I hate more than real-life cruelty and people getting torn down for what they love. If they aren't hurting themselves, animals, or others; leave them alone if you can't say anything nice.

Just to anyone, not you anon, just... To anyone thinking about robbing someone's tiniest ounce of joy, from a life you'll never know they're having to live.

These are just thoughts, from a lover of life and a creator at heart.

Take care of yourselves and do what makes you happy, for however long you can grasp it.

-xoxo

[bright-whump]

✨🌈☀️send this to the ten people you’re happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day🌟🌈💥

im going to FUCKING SCREAM SDFKJGHKJG I was just looking at my activity thinking i should make a post like ik i been absent as fuck life's .................. (and yes i am still going to do part 2 for anon and another caretaker whump for other anon) but i am so happy to see all these tags and stuff when i wake up there's so much and also bless @/thecitythatdoesntsleep for the reblog bc i love your blog/prompts literally so much and if you see this hi bc you're the biggest reason for the activity rn :3

i'm gonna scream but also cry

i'm so happy you guys like my stuff blEASE 😭😭😭 i hope you have a good day i hope everyone has a good day ahhhh 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕

[minerscanary]

Whumpmas In July Day 2!

“How did you find the whump community?”

I’ve always been fond of dark and trecherous tropes in media. Sometime before quarentine started, I just randomly searched for captivity fics on tumblr and low and behold @ashintheairlikesnow ‘s Kauri fic popped up. I was utterly amazed by Ash’s writing style, not to mention that there was an entire community built around the same tropes that I loved. So I binge read ever installment, then Chris’s story, and i fell head over heels for Jake, and began to branch out a little bit to other creators. The BBU was a great way to find new creators because they were within the same bubble of tropes that gave that seratonin to my brain. I started reading @deluxewhump ‘s frathouse series. I am still a Cam and Alex simp, the collar and lingerie anon.

Some other great writers that I highly recommend looking into and reading are

@thoughtsonhurtandcomfort for wonderful nonhuman whumpees, absolutely love the g/t stuff they have

@albino-whumpee I am in love with the demon and angel series, and just Albus in general.

@orchidscript Henry has stolen my whole heart, and his time with Alexander and Marina is horrible but I cant help but reread.

@whump-mania every prompt they post blows me away and gives me so many whumperflies

@knivestothroats fletcher ALSO owns my whole heart, not gonna lie I read in the woods when I was realizing I’m nonbinary and I blame them.

@thecitythatdoesntsleep each vampire prompt they release is so so good, oh my god I love vampire whump.

@whumpmasinjuly