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I've always loved a royal ball where at one end, Whumper sits in his throne with whumpee at his side, showing them off like a trophy 💥🫶💥🫶 very yummy

Hear me out

Royal balls. In whump. Like.. whumpee being forced to dance and talk to the others, or maybe they're a pet and they sit there and "look pretty" like whumper told them to. Fancy ballgowns which are also a form of whump because.. tight corsets? Blisters from shoes? Or maybe you know that one myth that if a human started dancing with faries they could never stop? Yeah do that.

So many possibilities-

"dog as a symbol or metaphor is overrated and boring" WRONG.

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies (thank you hozier)

devoted as a dog

hunted down like a dog with rabies

how a dog loves

I can be a good dog. I can be good

like a good good dog

I want to be your dog

bad dog gets punished

loyal like a dog

a wounded dog will bite anything

I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite

a dog’s trust

chained up like a dog

I could go on and on. like I’m sorry you can’t see the beauty of using dog as a symbol/metaphor. sorry you can only see shallowness in the depth of rawness. anyway MORE DOG AS A SYMBOL AND MORE DOG AS A METAPHOR

we love stalking the blogs of every notif in case its my ex stalking me again 😍😍😍

Oh Im sorry I seen some old posts from you where you rpd sorry for bothering you 🤦🏾‍♂️

Oh, you're good! I used to roleplay on an old account, but that was a while ago. Sorry for the harsh response, i have a certain somebody who is stalking me right now.

Ha! Who's a naughty lil puppy lately? You are, ohhhh yes you are.

1. If this is legit a stranger, i do not roleplay whump anymore, (especially nsfw.)

2. If this is Jack, please for the love of god leave me alone.

Can we get some inappropriate touching and/or power dynamics/controlling behavior from a whumper who's dating their whumpee? Whumpee just takes it because they don't know what to do, even as they cry?

content: intimate whumper, domestic whump, noncon touching

Whumpee swallowed as their lover’s hand slowly trailed up their thigh. “Whumper…”

“Hmm?”

“I… I’m not really in the mood right now, um…”

Whumper leaned in a bit more, whispering right in their ear. “Oh, don’t be like that. Can’t we have some fun?”

Whumper’s hand didn’t stop for a moment. They kept caressing Whumpee’s skin, teasing the hem of their skirt. Whumpee was motionless, too tense to push their lover’s hand away. “Please…”

“Don’t give me that,” they purred. “I know you love this. And you love me, don’t you? So what’s the harm?”

They were trembling now. “I just— Just not right now, I—”

Whumper’s hand dipped below their skirt and Whumpee froze. “A little fun’s never hurt anyone,” Whumper went on, pressing a kiss to their neck. “Just sit back and enjoy, love.”

Completionist Badges!!!

i couldn't decide between gold and purple for the ultra completionist one so i'm just posting both, you guys can take whichever you like better :) i hope you like them!

(once again, to earn the badge you either have to complete one full path, complete 10 prompt fills, or complete all the prompt fills. the bonus day is entirely optional and doesn't count towards the badge)

thank you all for participating!

@augusnippets day 30

Self-harm / addiction / overdose

big whumpy mess to celebrate the last day >:)

Not really proofread

BIG BIG TRIGGER WARNING. Self-harm, drug addiction, drug overdose, withdrawls, manipulative whumper, enabling, intimate whumper

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Whumpee scrambled up the patio stairs of the gray-paneled house that often haunted his nightmares, pounding his fist against the peeling door. He really, really, really shouldn't have even come here. Whumper's house brought up too many horrible memories. Still, he had nowhere else to go. He had no job, couldn't pay rent, and couldn't fend for himself on the streets.

Now here he was, holding his breath as the door opened. His whole body shook as the door creaked open, revealing Whumper. The other man's eyes gleamed with interest, a smirk pulling at his lips.

"My, if it isn't my little runaway," he purred, instantly reaching out and pulling Whumpee inside. "Back so soon? You miss me, darling?"

Whumpee sniffled, clinging to Whumper. "Sir, I- I can't do it out there... i h- have no home, no job... i miss my room and- and my medicine..." Whumpee said desperately, rubbing up on Whumper and ranting through the tears. "I t-took this for granted, I'm sorry for running away. Please, take me back, hurt me, gimme my medicine..."

Whumper chuckled, pulling Whumpee close and kissing his head. Whumpee sighed shakily.

"You want your drugs?" Whumper asked, watching with amusement as Whumpee lit up. He handed them to Whumpee, watching as he sucked that down.

"Good boy, there we go." Whumper smirked, slipping away for a moment to grab a razor. He handed the other boy the razor, tutting.

Whumpee took in a breath, tearing into his flesh. The blood trickled down his wrists, feeling like sweet release.

Whumper's voice was a rumble behind Whumpee's head, his words sickeningly sweet,

"Good boy... you'll do great, baby. Welcome home."

@augusnippets day 29

Tending to non-human whumpee's non-human parts

Demihuman whumpee, avian/winged demihuman

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Whumpee took a deep breath, flinching as Caretaker touched his wings.

"Whumpee," Caretaker said sternly, "you know we gotta clean them. You's gotten yourself all filthy, baby."

Whumpee nodded begrudgingly, holding a wing out tentatively. Caretaker massaged the skin all around their wings.

"Will you be gentle?" Whumpee said nervously, worried for his sensitive wings.

Caretaker scratched at Whumpee's skin gently, a comfortable gesture. "Always, baby. Always."

@augusnippets day 28

Mind control/ body control/ betrayal

Royal setting, betrayal, enslavement

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Whumpee had been working for an operation that was attempting to overthrow the kingdom's government. The coup was set to storm the castle in two weeks, just enough time to prepare.

However, Whumper, the king, had caught Whumpee snooping in the castle. He was brought back to the throne room for questioning.

He spilled quite easy, promised money and fame in exchange for a few dates and locations.

When the day of the coup came, Whumpee stood firmly in the throne room beside Whumper. He watched as his teammates filed in, their faces going from vengeful to confused as they saw Whumpee.

"Whumpee? What's going on?" One asked, looking concerned. "You're not...?"

Whumper cleared his throat, putting his hands on Whumpee's shoulders. "He has picked his side, and it is with loyalty. He is quite a clever boy, isn't he?" Whumper pushed Whumpee to the ground suddenly, stepping on his back. "He's just a backstabbing little puppy, isn't he?"

Whumpee looked up, confused. "Whumper, my king, why are you—" his mouth was covered by Whumper.

"Shhh. Just be quiet. I'll let your team take care of you."

@augusnippets day 27

Bonus- flashbacks

Flashbacks, abuse

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Caretaker heard a muffled yell from the next room over, followed by a series of whines. He immediately dropped what he was doing, rushing to the small bedroom.

Whumpee was on his side on the bed, clutching a pillow and breathing hard into it. His eyes were hazy and scared, not focused on one thing in particular.

"Whumpee?" He called softly, reaching for Whumpee's shoulder gently, pulling back as the boy flinched. "Shhh, it's okay."

Whumpee panted hard, clutching at his own hair before starting to shake. "No, please. Whumper! I'll be good, i promise!"

"Whumpee! Look at me, baby. Whumper isn't here, okay?" He rubbed Whumpee's shoulders as he came back into reality. "Ohhhh, there we go. What was going on?"

"Flashbacks... Whumper, he– he..."

Caretaker smiled weakly. "Shh, just relax. I'm here for you..."

@augusnippets day 26

Nightmare / Warm Blanket / Snuggling

past abuse, mostly fluff

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Caretaker walked into the bedroom, finding Whumpee curled up on the floor sleeping. They knelt down beside the unconscious figure, sighing. "That doesn't look comfy at all, honey... I bought you a bed, Whumpee..." they fretted, stroking Whumpee's head.

"Ohh, I know. I'll give you my blanket, okay?" Caretaker pulled their blanket over Whumpee's body.

They slid the blanket on, taking time to tuck the sleeping form in. Whumpee tensed, then slowly calmed.

A small smile crossed Caretaker's face as the younger boy slept comfortably for the first time.

@augusnippets day 25

Intimate Whumper / Sadistic Whumper / Reluctant Whumper

Creepy Whumper, non/dubcon groping, pet whump, victim blaming

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A hand caressed Whumpee's cheek softly, tapping gently at a particularly nasty bruise high on his cheekbone.

"Poor, poor thing," Whumper drawled sympathetically, a small pout on his narrow face. "That hurt, didn't it? My sweet boy, you must understand why I do this to you, yes?"

Whumpee swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing against the metal collar that chained him to a wall. "No, I don't... I don't get it..."

"Surely you do? Really?" Whumper frowned, his hand freely trailing across Whumpee's body. He squeezed at the other boy's chest, a grin spreading across his face as Whumpee whimpered uncomfortably.

"There. That." Whumper said, pleased. "See, baby, I can't help but hurt you when you make those darling noises for me." Whumper held Whumpee's chin firmly. "It's your fault, really."

@augusnippets day 24

Animal attack / Bear trap / Land mine

War, military, death, gore, grief, suicidal themes near the end, very sad stuff </3

i don't know much about the military, sorry for any inaccuracies!

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Caretaker and his boyfriend had met in the millitary.

Him and Whumpee slept in the same building, sat together during mealtimes, and snuck away to steal moments together when they were supposed to be training— their lives were idyllic. They were both 20, eager to serve their country, and fight if need be.

And that need would come.

Both of them, along with their whole squadron, were sent off into battle in enemy territory. Whumpee seemed eager, excited to fight and protect. He walked beside Caretaker into the foreign territory, making quiet jokes and comments.

Caretaker was more anxious, his face set grimly as he scanned the area for danger. He hushed Whumpee when he got too loud, keeping his eyes out for an enemy.

"What? Is someone gonna come out and shoot me?" Whumpee laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Whumpee," Caretaker whispered harshly, eyes wide. "Shh, you're being so loud– our commander is gonna have your ass."

Whumpee bounced ahead of Caretaker, walking backward and swinging his arms out dramatically. He grinned, his voice carrying through the woods. "Well, if anybody's hiding in the woods, waiting to—"

Click.

Caretaker's heart nearly stopped. He looked down at Whumpee's feet, seeing the disc-shsped explosive under his boot. "Whumpee! Don't move, there's a—"

Whumpee frowned, lifting his foot to see what he had stepped on. "Wha‐?"

"NO!"

A blast shook the ground, launching Whumpee's body into the air violently. The other soldiers got down, ducking for cover as the earth sprayed over the area. Caretaker felt his eyes water as he raced towards where Whumpee had landed.

The other soldier's lower half was completely gone, and his torso was terribly mangled. Blood gushed from the wounds, staining their uniforms a sick crimson.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker cried, tears running down his face. He patted Whumpee's cheek, trying to get his attention. "Please, baby, look at me! It's gonna be okay, you're– you're gonna make it, alright?"

Whumpee's eyes were glazed. "C– caretak'r-" Whumpee spluttered, his voice weak.

"Shh, shhh... it'll be okay, let me just..." Caretaker looked down, seeing the charred and torn flesh of his lover. Whumpee's internal organs hung out, dripping with blood and viscera. He pressed his hand to where the blood was pouring, breathing hard. "It's okay... you'll be okay..."

Whumpee fell slack in Caretaker's arms, coughing and whining arily.

"Fuck, please don't let this be goodbye! W- we're supposed to get married, remember? Remember our house we were gonna buy? And our cats! Oh, come on, don't do this!" He said passionately, clinging to Whumpee in a tight hug.

Whumpee sucked in a soft gasp, breathing back out a gentle, "love you," before going limp. Caretaker howled in anguish, clinging to the corpse.

Even when bullets began to zip overhead as the battle started, Caretaker stayed in his spot with Whumpee. He didn't move, unbothered by the idea of a bullet hitting him between the eyes and taking him to Whumpee.

@augusnippets day 23

massage/wiping away tears/gentle touch

Conditioned Whumpee, BBU-adjacent, pet whump, nudity, drug mention

Written tired, not proofread

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Caretaker walked into the back of the facility slowly, eyes scanning the kennels lining the walls. He shivered, put off by the conditions these people were kept in.

Humans were in each kennel, stripped naked save for a collar. They ranged in age and appearance, each of the "pets" having a sheet with all their information.

God, Caretaker hated this place. He knew it was all legal, and it was slowly becoming normalized, but the idea of human pets was disturbing.

One of the employees walked over cheerfully, holding her clipboard. "Hello, there, are you interested in adopting today?"

"Yes," Caretaker replied, voice even and level.

"Well, that's just amazing! What are you looking for today? We have a wide selection of gorgeous girls and boys ready for a new home!"

Caretaker cleared his throat uncomfortably, glancing around. "Who's been here the longest?"

"Oh, Whumpee," the lady responded, starting off towards a kennel on the left wall. "Well, we brought this guy in a long time ago. He was living on the streets, addicted to dugs, poor thing." She flipped through papers on her clipboard, tapping one with a pen. "Even after extensive training, he really struggles with social interactions. That's why he's been here so long."

Caretaker looked into the cage, watching the human huddled in the corner, shaking. "I'll take him."

"We recommend a visit—"

"No need, give me the papers."

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Caretaker got Whumpee home, watching as the frail boy huddled on the floor. Caretaker reached down. "Hey, bud... you okay down t—"

Whumpee flinched hard, his breathing quick and panicked.

"Oh, hey, hey. It's okay." Caretaker soothed, holding his hand out.

He delicately stroked whumpee's cheek, paying attention as the boy leaned into his touch. "Its okay, baby. You're safe now, I've got you."

@augusnippets day 22

Captivity/ Recapture / Tearful Goodbye

bbu-adjacent themes, captivity.

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"I don't understand," Whumpee cried tearfully, watching as Caretaker hurried around and packed a bag. "Why do I have to go back?"

Caretaker didn't even glance at Whumpee, going through their underwear and stuffing some in the large duffel bag he was packing. "Whumper is going to be here soon. Grab what you need, please."

"Caretaker! I don't wanna go back!" Whumpee begged, heart pounding. "T- tell him to go home!"

"I can't, Whumpee. You have to go back."

Whumpee sucked in a breath. "Why—"

"Because I can't fucking afford paying for you right now, okay?" Caretaker snapped, whipping around. His eyes were red and puffy from crying. "Whumper legally owns you. I am renting you from him, and money is tight right now." Whumper placed the duffel bag by Whumpee.

"Wh‐ how long do i have to stay?"

Caretaker sighed shakily, wiping his eyes. "I... I don't know. It might be a month or two before i can get you back..."

"..."

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I'll try hard to get you home."

@augusnippets day 21

Delerium / Vertigo / Hallucinations

implied illegal drug use / medicine misuse, hallucinations, Whumpee x Caretaker

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Whumpee sat on their bed, knees curled tightly to their chest. The room shifted around them, walls creeping in until Whumpee looked at them and snapped them back into place. They whined softly as the darkest corner of their room seemed to darken, harboring God knows what kind of creatures.

Had whumpee had too much of their... fuck, what had they taken? They looked down to their hand, watching it as it drifted away impossibly. They whimpered, pulling at their hair.

"Caretaker!" They cried out, as loud as they could. "Help!"

Caretaker rushed in, looking panicked. "Whumpee, what's wrong? You okay?"

"No! Move quick, he's gonna get you!"

"Who is, dear?" Caretaker stroked Whumpee's cheek slowly. "Did you take something? You look pale..."

Whumpee let out a groan, eyes shut. "Please, he's gonna get me! He'll hurt—"

They we cut off by a hug, clinging to caretaker.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay..."

So I'm certainly putting a target on my back for this but:

An artist/writer in the whump community has recently been harassed off the platform after his blogs have been repeatedly (and falsely) mass reported and banned. Over and over, he tried to follow the terms of service as best he could and made certain to properly tag and label all his content. And over and over, he would get bombarded with hateful anons and false reports.

So, full disclosure: I support him, and I support his right to make whatever content he wants and post whatever abides by the ToS. I support his right to post links to other websites where he can post stuff tumblr doesn't allow.

I don't care that you (the general you) think some of the themes and scenarios he writes are disgusting. I don't care if they would be illegal in real life. Frankly, there's plenty of illegal and immoral activities in pretty much every fictional story ever. That's how fiction works.

Some people write about "questionable" subjects to process their own personal experience with them. Some people find it arousing. Some people just enjoy reading about it without having any kind of complicated feelings. All of those things are fine, actually, and it's pretty fuckin weird to attack people about it.

It's fiction. It's make-believe. It's your job as a viewer/reader to decide what you personally can and cannot handle, not the job of creators to limit what they make. Should it always be tagged appropriately? Absolutely, that's part of allowing your audience to make an informed choice. Do I always use the "mature" label on here for my content? No, I don't. That's not the standard in the whump community, and it makes your blog a target for tumblr to ban outright without cause. But I do hide everything questionable below a read-more link and add appropriate tags for filtering. That's a balance you have to find in a censorship-heavy environment like the modern internet, and we don't always make the right choices.

I think that my friend (who I won't tag or mention by name) did the best he could to find that balance. If that makes me a target, so be it. I'll keep posting my "disgusting" content, and you can block me if it suits you.