#thecitythatdoesntsleep

[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]

90. Restless Night

CW: institutional slavery, pet whump, dehumanisation, box boy universe, cursing

Coriander was lying curled up in its own bed. The curtains drawn against the deepening night outside.

The pet’s whole body ached with exhaustion, but still, it couldn’t sleep. The bone-deep fatigue awaking memories of old, bad times.

Every time it tried to fall asleep, its body would start violently awake. Each time destroying any and all progress the pet had made on the way to unconsciousness. It was extremely frustrating.

It heard steps outside the door. Then, the gentlest of knocks.

“Cory?” Miss Lydia sounded hesitant, her voice low. “Is there anything you need? Would you perhaps like something to eat?”

The pet knew that if it just uttered the words, Miss Lydia would come and sit by it, as she had so many times before. It could almost feel the dip of the mattress as she would sit down, the comforting warmth of her body next to the pet, the soothing feeling of her hands gently carding through its hair and caressing its back and shoulders. The pet’s tense muscles would relax then, as if bespelled. Her mere presence would work like a sleeping spell, lulling the pet into dreamland.

Coriander longed for it. Miss Lydia’s presence, and sleep, in equal measure. But the pet couldn’t ask for it.

It was still so. fucking. angry.

…and upset… and scared… and not being a good pet… and sad… and ashamed… and regretful… and exhausted… and in pain… and confused… and still, so angry.

The very reason her presence would affect it, was the same reason it had panicked in the hospital. In this dark moment, the pet thought it might be the same reason it did anything at all. They had shaped it, moulded its responses, formed its actions, to be whatever its owner desired.

The pet considered just pretending to be asleep, but when Miss Lydia didn’t leave, Coriander finally replied.

“N-no, Miss Lydia. This pet just wants to sleep.”

She stood still for a moment outside the door, the pet could imagine her laying her hand against its surface.

“All right, Cory. I will be downstairs if you need anything.”

She tried hard to sound like every other night, but the pet knew her too well. It could hear the undertones of worry and sadness in her voice. After another moment of silence, Miss Lydia slowly turned and walked away.

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Thank you all for comments, and reblogs, and likes! I really appreciate you all taking the time! 💖

If you are new to this story, the tale of Lydia and Coriander starts here. There’s quite a lot of it, and I hope you’ll enjoy it! ☺️

I also have another, shorter story in the works that focuses on hero vs villain themes. You can find that here.

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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!

[wolfeyedwitch]

Vampires no longer possess a functional digestive system and cannot eat anything but liquids. Blood gets absorbed and used by their bodies; anything else... your mileage may vary.

Water? Great, fine. It won't do them any good, but it won't hurt them.

Tears? Hell yeah, have your creepy vampire whumper lick their whumpee's tears away.

Milk? I mean, technically most bodily fluids are filtered blood in one way or another, but vampires don't have the enzymes and stuff to properly break down the fat content and all. Not good.

Anything that a vampire cannot digest will have to be thrown up later.

(For extra creep/body horror factor, I like a concept that came from @thecitythatdoesntsleep which you can read more about here. If you feed a vampire things that are close enough to blood to be absorbed, but far enough away to not be properly useful? Things like organs, raw meat, etc, maybe turned into the world's worst smoothie? Well. Vampires get their healing from consuming blood. If they don't consume the right thing, then... the healing doesn't go right, either.)

[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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[whump-queen]

I adore this <3 @thecitythatdoesntsleep

i just love love love a whumper brutally beating the defiance out of their their whumpee—

perhaps it’s only temporary, once their head stops spinning they’ll go back to spitting and cursing at whumper…. but whumper just beats the daylights out of them until theyre dazed and growling and angry— whumpee’s spitting words giving way to more and more absolutely humiliating sounds as whumper beats them into the ground again and again and —

eventually, there’s just this sound—halfway between a choked gasp and a strangled groan

and whumper finally stops to listen to whumpee’s panted breaths, to wipe the strands of hair from their forehead, to admire how red whumpee’s cheeks have gotten from the embarrassment and whumper’s hand striking them over and over mere moments ago

[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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Taglist:

@kim-poce @cupcakes-and-pain @nonbinary-disaster @onlybadendings @neverthelass @its-mysweetlittlesecret-blog @appleejuice, @someonesnamesblog @rainbows-and-whumperflies, @extemporary-whump @thecyrulik @myhusbandsasemni @heart4brains @kixngiggles @whumpsday @whumppsychology @elrysdoesstuff @towerlesskey @inkkswhumpandstuff

[painsandconfusion]

Could you write a g/t [giant/tiny] gorey whump scene? Maybe something with crushed bones? Pweeeeaasseeeeeee?? 🥺

Of course!

.

Just a Pinch

(tw: giant/tiny, broken bones, crushed bones, dislocation, caught stealing)

Whumpee clamped a hand over their mouth, stifling the heavy wet breaths that shoved in and out of them in a desperate ache. They kept their back to the table leg, hoping the monster of a thing tromping around the room wouldn’t see them from this angle. 

They shifted minutely as the giant moved, tracking their footsteps and shuffling to the side.

“Where are you hiding, little pest?” rumbled the voice. It was so deep. It made sense it would be. Sound reverberates deeper in a larger throat. But. but it was so unnatural, grinding against Whumpee’s little ears.

The monster stopped making sound. Stopped walking. Stopped breathing. Stopped speaking. Whumpee trembled, holding completely still. Their lungs screamed for air they refused to give. They wouldn’t bring it in silently. They couldn’t. They’d be foun-

They sucked in a gasp of air only to scream it out again as a hand slapped down around the table leg, crushing them against it and shoving the rest of the air from their lungs.

Pain crochet down their spine and one of their legs, immediately turning to a searing wrongness as fingers curled and scrambled around them to trap them in completely. Whumpee managed to wrestle one arm free of the grip before it closed completely, but flailing to try to beat the hand away from them, but it did no good. The giant hoisted them up high regardless, twisting and turning them to look them over.

“Aha-! Not as quick as you think you are, huh~?”

Whumpee squirmed as agony traveled up their femur. “Yy-yyyou broke m-”

“Oh nooooo, did I hurt you, little thief~?” The grip tightened, forcing wheezing air from their chest yet again.

Whumpee’s one arm shoved and battered against a knuckle, but it didn’t give. Not even a bit.

“How about that, huh? You stopped screaming, so this is probably better, yeah?”

Whumpee gasped for air, breaths impossibly shallows in their panic and confines. Their head shook back and forth.

“No? Maybe a little more, then-”

Something popped. Something popped. Then something else snapped.

Their ribs exploded in pain, crushed under the giant’s grip and splintering toward their lungs. Tears streaked hot down their face and neck as they tried to squirm free, but it was useless. Pain ripped through them like a wildfire takes a desolate field of dry grass. Rapid, formless, and all-consuming in its hunger.

“There we go. That seems like enough.” Whumper gave them one more squeeze before dropping them down to the ground. “Stay out of the cupboards next time, pest.”

Whumpee wheezed and gasped for breath, trying to shove themself up to hands and knees. Their shoulder gave out, hanging wrong and strange.

“Get out of my kitchen,” the giant huffed, kicking them half across the floor in a flurry of tumbling hits.

Fear alone made it possible for them to shunt their broken and screaming body to the little crack in the wall, pulling themself inside it and into safety.

Then whumpee collapsed to the dusty floor within the wall, trembling so hard they could feel the bones’ edges grinding together. Their eyes blurred, falling out of focus as they heard the footsteps blessedly retreating to a different part of the house.

Someone would find them.

Someone would come by and find them.

They just had to wait.

tags: Sorry for the weird format, tumblr is a bitchhhhhhh-

@prisonerwhump

@whumpawink

@distinctlywhumpthing

@batfacedliar-yetagain

@suspicious-whumping-egg

@wormwriting

@villainsvictim

@throwawaywhumper

@wild-selenite-caffine

@whumpasaurus101

@thecitythatdoesntsleep

@whumpworld

@pinkieglitterheart

@whumpberry-cookie

@rainbows-and-whumperflies 

@shywhumpauthor

@cyberneticwhump

@bumpwhump

@treasureguardingdragon

@veyroswin

@whumping-seven-days-a-week

@whumpingisfun

@suffering-and-misery

@definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear

@yetanotheraltwhumpblog

@whump-queen

@a-whumped-tea

@whumpsday

@sonder35

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

[maracujatangerine]

87. Asking Cory

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

There was something going on. Coriander could feel it. Miss Lydia was talking with other people about the pet. She tried to be discreet, but Cory had noticed the way she suddenly cut off her conversation with Carla when the pet entered the break room at the bookshop, and the worried looks they both gave it. The phone conversations with Indira when she closed her office door. The evaluating way she looked at the pet when she thought Coriander didn’t notice.

Masters had the right to keep secrets. But Cory wished she would just talk to the pet instead.

It couldn’t ask, though. That would reveal that it had been trying to spy into her private business.

It wasn’t until a few days later, when the pale golden light of an early winter morning streamed in through the kitchen windows, that Miss Lydia finally sat down on the floor next to the pet.

The sunlight brought out the flecks of gold in her brown eyes, and picked out highlights in her hair. There was a worried wrinkle between her eyebrows. A sign for the pet to steel itself for whatever was coming.

“Cory, there is something I would like to ask you about.”

The pet nodded. “Y-yes, Miss Lydia.”

“I have been talking with Indira…” She hesitated. “We’ve been discussing your injured shoulder. We’ve been thinking that you have had enough to deal with up until now, but…” She looked up at him with a little smile. “… since you are doing so much better now, it might be time to see if there’s anything we can do.”

Lydia pulled her hand through her hair. “Indira says that you’ll need an x-ray. It’s important to know exactly what we’re dealing with before you can get any treatment.” She sighed. “You know that it usually means going to the WRU…” She held up her hand. “… but I am not willing to take the risk of having them mistreat you. Instead, Indira has found a colleague at the hospital that has promised to help us sneak you in.”

Lydia searched Cory’s face, her own expression serious. “I know that you don’t… feel that good about hospitals. You know that this is not risk-free. If they catch us, I might be forced to let WRU treat you.” She paused. “Since your shoulder is still bothering you, I think it is worth taking the risk. However, it is your choice. What do you think?”

The pet had begun to slowly, unconsciously shake his head. His breathing came faster, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. Then, with a deep breath, he forced himself to stillness.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he straightened up. Then, he looked up to meet Lydia’s eyes.

“Miss Lydia, T-this pet is willing to try.”

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[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

[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.

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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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