@augusnippets Day 17

@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?"

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@augusnippets day 13

drugging / poison / cannibalism

forced/unwilling cannibalism, captivity, death mention

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Whumpee sat across from Whumper at the table, cutting into his food warily. Whumper watched with all too much interest, hands clasped together.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Whumpee asked before he could take a bite.

Whumper smiled kindly, averting his eyes to sip some wine. When the glass came back down, he spoke. "My apologies, dear. It's a new recipe— I'm eager to see you try it."

Whumpee nodded, shuffling his feet. A rattling sound came with it, caused by the chains securing Whumpee to the chair. "What's the recipe?"

"Lemon-pepper pork steak and rice."

Whumpee took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "Mmh, not bad. Thank you for dinner."

"Of course, Whumpee. My pleasure. Really, you can thank Other Whumpee."

"What? Other Whumpee is dead."

"Why, he supplied our meat tonight." Whumper grinned, taking another bite. He frowned as Whumpee began to cough and try to regurgitate his food.

"You said it was pork!"

"What, never heard of long pig?"

@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."

@augusnippets day 9

Overheating/ Hypothermia/ Dehydration

Captivity, escape attempt, cold whump, recapture

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Whumper glared around the snowy landscape, pulling his jacket tighter to his skin. It was absolutely freezing out here. Why had Whumpee decided to run off now? The stupid thing was going to freeze to death, for God's sake!

"Whumpee," he shouted irritably, keeping an eye out for his captive. "Where the hell did they run off to?

Then he saw it— a set of footprints in the snow. It seemed that Whumpee had taken a pair of shoes, at least.

Whumper trekked through the snow, frustration pushing him forward. Eventually, he spotted a small shape huddled against a large rock. Whumpee.

"You! What do you think you're doing, Whumpee?" Whumper snapped, storming over.

Immediately upon spotting him, Whumpee jumped up and sprinted away, their movements slower and clumsier than usual. Whumper had no idea how long they had been out here.

"Whumpee, come on. You don't want to die out here, do you?"

Whumpee backed into a flat area of snow with no trees or other features. "I'd rather try to survive out here than live with you!" Whumpee said fiercely, eyes full of rage.

"Whumpee, you're standing on a—"

A large groan sounded in the air, followed by several cracks.

"—lake."

The ice caved under the weight, and Whumpee plummeted into the cold water.

Whumper came to the frozen lake's edge, looking down at the hole Whumpee had fallen through. They were thrashing, slowly sinking and losing their fight against the water's pull.

Whumper reached in, pulling them out and onto the snowy bank. "Are you about done?"

Whumpee was still coughing, spitting the water out onto the ground. Whumper chuckled at the pathetic display.

"Well, I suppose I'll leave it up to you whether you want to come back..." Whumper shrugged, smirking at the captive.

"Please! Take me b- back, I'm so cold—" Whumpee pleaded, shivering. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, take me back..."

Whumper chuckled, scooping Whumpee up in his arms. Whumpee was freezing cold, his eyes hazy and tired.

"Now you know better, don't you? No more running off, dear." Whumper began carrying Whumpee back, feeling the smaller human clinging to his body.

"Y- yes sir, I know n-now..."

"Good."

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.