@augusnippets Day 11

@augusnippets day 11

escape/ breaking the conditioning/ safe and sound

Implied alcoholism, references to past kidnapping/noncon surgery/abuse, escaped Whumpee, death mention

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Caretaker was home alone again, just like every night since Whumpee went missing. The routine was the same each night— he laid back in his recliner, chugged can after can of whatever alcohol he could afford, and passed out thinking of Whumpee.

Caretaker sat back, pulling the case close to him and pulling a can out. Tonight, it was a cheap beer from the gas station he'd never heard of. He dug his nail under the tab, about to crack it open when he heard a knock on his door.

It was quiet enough that it could have been somebody knocking at his neighbor's door. Caretaker got up with an irritated sigh, pausing his show and going to the door.

His motion-activated light was on, but through the peephole, he couldn't see anything.

"Those fucking teenagers," he murmured, opening the door to shout at the ding-dong-ditchers.

When he opened the door, however, he was shocked into silence.

Whumpee was here. His Whumpee. Albeit they had longer hair and were pretty bruised up — and were those stitches up their chest?— they were here!

"Wh– Whumpee! It's you, it's really you!" He crouched to the floor, eyes tearing up. "Oh my god, you're here... oh, baby, I- I can't beleive— we thought you died," Caretaker rambled, cupping Whumpee's cheek tenderly. "Where have you been? Are you okay? Ohh, I'm so happy you're alive!"

Whumpee clung to Caretaker, their bony fingers grasping Caretaker's shirt. They sniffled, looking up with teary eyes. "Caretaker... oh fuck, I missed you... I- I got kidnapped, a- and it was terrible, but I escaped and you're here and-"

"Shhh, let's get inside. You're freezing. You can tell me everything once you're patched up..." Caretaker soothed, bringing them inside and into the bedroom. "It's gonna be okay, baby. You're safe with me."

i am being attacked by antis.

this is emmett. emmettnet, emmettverse, emmettland, emmettundead, emmettlab. whichever blog you knew me from.

i am a whump creator. i've been in the whump community for a few years now. and now, i am unable to share my work with the community on here because people are mass reporting me for being a proshipper, and Tumblr keeps deleting my blogs as a result.

(if that isn't the reason why, i would be more than happy to get the explanation from @staff that i've been asking for.)

now, that is speculation on my part based on the timing of each termination (it's after i put my pinned post in the whump tags).

but here are the facts:

months ago, i became comfortable enough to share proshipping content. seeing as how every other artist would link their nsfw work on here, i thought it was acceptable for me to do the same so long as the preview image did not violate any rules.

an anon asked if i was a proshipper, and i said i didn't ascribe to that label*, but i agreed with the philosophy.

*i don't have any choice BUT to use it now because my posts get removed for describing what the content is

note that this anon asked multiple people in the whump community if they were proshippers. it was the same person each time, same copy-and-pasted responses.

i kept posting my proshipping content, all with links and extensive content warnings.

i started getting anon hate.

my account was terminated. after further reflection and rereading the terms of service AGAIN, i figured maybe links are not allowed and so i switched to DM only.

this time, the anon hate was consistent. every week was something new. every day felt like bracing myself to open my inbox. i kept anon on, since i have so many people who feel uncomfortable sending asks off anon and didn't want to take away their safe space.

months pass. i go on hiatus for all of July. i find out someone stole my old nsfw art and reposted their edited versions of it to rule34, a site that i never wanted my work to be on. this person waited until the exact starting day of my hiatus to do this.

i come back to more anon hate in my inbox.

suddenly, out of nowhere, my account is terminated again.

i make a new blog. more anon hate. another termination.

lather, rinse, repeat.

i stopped doing DM only stuff. i figured, if i just link my other platforms and only post safe things on Tumblr, there's nothing in the rules against that. everyone has links to their social media.

i still get terminated. and again, i keep getting terminated after i post my pinned post in the whump tags. which -- speculation again -- leads me and others to think that these antis are stalking the whump tags, waiting for me to show up so they can mass report me and get me terminated.

i have NO idea what they would report, aside from claiming i'm trying to "dodge being blocked". which, i'm not. in fact, i say every single time i come back that i WANT people to block me if they need to.

but regardless, it keeps happening.

i'm losing a place i considered home.

i'm being forced out of a community on here i love so dearly.

and you want to know something funny? for some strange reason, i'm unable to block my anons. yup. an 'error' message comes up. and i'm apparently unable to report them too -- like reporting the one who called me a 'tumblr tranny' and said i would 'always be a woman' for hate speech. oops, sorry. error message.

by now, i've been called evil. told to listen to my intrusive thoughts. told that i should be on a watch list. told that it's disgusting that someone's mutuals still interact with me. told that i have no place in the whump community.

i know that's not true.

i'm so sick and tired of being treated like this. i'm tired of being dehumanized. and i'm disgusted with this behavior.

at this point, i'm just screaming as many times as i can. i'll keep losing blogs, because i know my attackers will read this and just keep on reporting me. what do they have to lose? nothing. they don't have enough of a conscience to care. and why should they? clearly, i'm a monster. i'm a piece of shit. i don't deserve basic respect, and i apparently don't deserve to keep my 'platform'. to stay in my community and to keep my livelihood.

my discord is emmettnet. send me a DM if you don't want to lose me, because there is no point in following me repeatedly just for every blog to be terminated.

if you want to reblog this to spread the word and show your support, i would be eternally grateful. but i understand if you choose not to; i don't want anyone to be subjected to what i'm going through.

thank you for reading.

masochistic whumpee who gets in trouble on purpose to get punished + a whumper that's confused why their obedient whumpee keeps acting out <3

TODAYS SNIPPET GOES SO FUCKING HARD DUDE I NEED TO SCREAM THIS AT YOU

THANK YOU 🫵🫵🫵I WAS HAVING SM FUN WRITING IT, I NEED TO WRITE MORE NSFWHUMP >:)))

@augusnippets day 17

Forgiveness / Grace / Resolving a misunderstanding

Captivity, intimate whumper, past + future abuse, pet whump, carewhumping

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Whumpee had had a rough night. Whumper had taken them to some party where they'd been played with, manhandled, and beaten by Whumper's friends all night. Whumpee's body was all kinds of battered and hurt— he'd never gone through so much in one night.

Whumpee had just woken up, checking the clock Whumper provided for them in the basement and— fuck, he was up late!

Whumpee went to get to his knees, groaning in pain.

"Whumpee."

He yelped at the sound of Whumper's voice. "Whumper! Please, I- I'm sorry for being up late, I–"

"Shh, shh," Whumper soothed, lifting Whumpee up bridal style. "Oh, you look so sore... my poor pet." He pouted, shaking his head.

"H- huh? Aren't you mad?" Whumpee asked sheepishly.

"No, no. This is your first one of these, right?" Whumper headed up the stairs, carrying Whumpee effortlessly. "You went through a lot last night, and you took it like a champ. I'm proud of you, babydoll."

They reached the top of the stairs, and Whumper headed for his bedroom. Whumpee cleared his throat. "Uhm, t- thanks?"

Whumper's bedroom was a neat, cozy space. He had seemingly added a dog bed to one corner, with blankets and stuffed animals.

"You are allowed three days to rest up, pet. I understand you got pretty tuckered out." He placed Whumpee in the bed gently, clipping his collar to a chain on the wall.

"Now, dear, is anything broken?"

@augusnippets day 15

Bonus prompt: Relapse

SELF HARM TW, manic episode, destructive behavior, flashbacks, toxic and abusive relationship, lots of unhealthy stuff, sex mention

(lmk if im missing a tag!)

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Whumpee was breathing quick, hardly aware of where he was. His hands shook, his body shook— he shook.

His meds... where did his meds go? He stumbled into his bathroom, pulling open his medicine cabinet and grabbing the orange bottle. Empty.

Whatever. He didn't need those anyway! Great, just fucking great.

Chucking his bottle at the wall, Whumpee closed the cabinet, looking into the mirror on the door. He was a mess, his hair ruffled, pupils dilated, eyebags dark. He was a mess. A mess.

"You're a mess."

Whumpee physically winced as his ex-boyfriend's words rang in his head. He tried to block it out, but it was too late.

"You're a mess. Look at you!" Whumper had pushed Whumpee to the ground, his eyes dark. "What do you think you're doing, huh? Running away like a little bitch? You were supposed to be home an hour ago!"

Whumpee groaned, clutching his head. He didn't need to think about Whumper. Not now. Especially after Whumper had texted him again.

"I'm sorry, okay? I forgot to check the time and‐"

"Probably letting yourself get passed around that club, huh? Stupid whore."

Maybe it didn't hurt to read his text this time? Maybe he was in a better mood than the last time they'd spoken.

Maybe Whumper wanted him again.

He unlocked his phone, opening his messaging app.

"i miss you, baby. come over, please?"

Whumpee stared at the text, running a hand through his hair. Adrenaline flushed through his system— Whumper wanted him again! He typed back hastily, breaking out in laughter to fight the tears welling in his eyes.

"be there in 20. i miss you too."

"dont be late. Bring lube."

oh.

Whumpee sunk against the wall, leaning on his bathtub. Why did he need Whumper like this, even though he knew he was going to get hurt again? Why did he like it so much?

His eyes latched onto his razor. Without thinking, he grabbed it and began to dismantle it. Slipping out a razor blade with shaky fingers, Whumpee pressed it to his wrist. He sighed as he drew a line into his skin, watching blood dribble down his wrist.

He dragged it over his skin again. He had forgotten how great this felt.

How long had it been? Weeks? Months?

Whumpee didn't care. He'd sink into this pain and let it consume him until he was okay again.

And he'd go to Whumper's house looking like a mess.