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The whumpee had been conditioned to believe that any mistake would land them in severe punishment, that any wrong step would result in their torture- and this mentality stayed with them even after rescue. The whumpee would freeze when they broke something on accident, hide when they lost something else. They knew they were free now, but a part of them didn’t believe it.
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pigeonwhumps · 14 hours
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Cry of Fangs is Out Now!
Cry of Fangs, Of Vampires and Men Book 1, has officially been released into the wild! You can grab a copy from your preferred retailer, or directly from me on ko-fi.
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FYI I just came across a thread on twitter which says that an author shared on google docs an explicit story with a friend for beta reading and google removed the file due to violation of TOS (apparently it has been updated where you are not allowed to share anything with sexual content). Not sure if it’s just this instance or if it’s going to become a widespread thing but if you guys write in google docs MAKE BACK UPS!!
(Instagram link to the screenshots)
Edit: also wanted to add that it seems that Microsoft word has the same language in their TOS so onedrive is not a safe alternative!
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The Darkside: Part 4
Part 1   Part 2   Part 3
Warning: mentions of physical torture and trauma, a somewhat grafic description of rape in the 2nd chapter, blood, broken bones, healing and aftercare for Villain, revenge, murder & death(s).
Sneaking back into the city wasn’t particularly difficult. Finding their former friends fast asleep in their beds wasn’t hard either. Kidnapping them and hanging them up by their toes in an abandoned building was almost too easy. Making several deliberate cuts and leaving them to bleed out as they beg for mercy was… a delight. The one thing that was actually hard was not letting them die. Not that easy. Not by Hero’s hands.
They smile to themselves as they dismount their motorcycle in front of the cabin. They left their former fellows chained upside down, helpless and slowly bleeding. They wouldn’t die. But they wouldn’t have enough strength to free themselves. Not until Hero returned, anyway. They grab their bag and stride into the cabin, directly to the kitchen. Villain is still asleep, so they make coffee to keep themselves awake and start preparing breakfast.
“You’re back.” The statement catches Hero off-guard. They whip around, smiling at how dishevelled Villain’s hair is. As if noticing their gaze, Villain runs a hand through their untamed curls.
“Morning,” Hero smiles, gesturing for them to sit down. Villain visibly limps, and Hero has to turn away to give them privacy. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
“You were gone for a while,” Villain states, their eyes narrow as they watch Hero’s back stiffen. They manage to find a comfortable position before elaborating. “I needed a shower before going to sleep. It took some time. You still weren’t back.”
“The closest town is quite far away,” Hero lies. They can feel Villain’s eyes boring into the back of their skull and turn around, forcing a smile onto their face. “Did you need anything?”
Villain shakes their head, falling into silence as Hero serves breakfast and sits on the opposite side of the table. They can tell something is troubling Villain but avoid pushing by focusing on their food. Villain does the same for a while, partly because they are starving after god knows how many days without a proper meal. 
“I appreciate everything you did for me,” Villain starts out of the blue. They are back in the living room, sitting with their back to the fireplace because their hair is still quite damp. Hero smiles at them from the sofa. “But that doesn’t erase what they did.”
Hero nods once, expecting Villain to continue. They do not, seemingly deep in thought. “Why are you saying that?” The question drags Villain’s attention back to the outer world. They glance at Hero for a moment, examining their countenance before speaking up again. 
“I’m past any reservations, Hero.” Determination is evident on their face, but that wasn’t exactly new to Hero. Villain clears their throat. “You can’t hold me back anymore.”
The wheels in Hero’s brain halt for a second, then start motion in reverse. They shrug. “Who says I want to?”
Villain’s expression is serious yet concerned. They wonder if their nemesis understood at all. “What?”
“I want you to unleash your rage on them,” Hero says matter-of-factly like that doesn’t mean eliminating their entire base and killing their mentor. “And I want to help.”
“Okay…” Villain is still processing the proposition. Since when do you have no problem with homicide? They are about to ask just that when Hero interrupts their deliberation again. The excitement in their voice makes the hair on Villain’s nape stand. 
“So, where do we start?” Hero paces the room before stopping by the window. Villain doesn’t exactly have a plan as of now, but that is the least of their worries, it seems. “Cause I might have done… something.”
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pigeonwhumps · 14 hours
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The Darkside: Part 3
Part 1   Part 2   Part 4
Warning: mentions of physical torture and trauma, a somewhat grafic description of rape in the 2nd chapter, blood, broken bones, healing and aftercare for Villain cause I love them. 
The motorcycle comes to a halt in front of an abandoned cabin. There are no lights in the windows, as far as Hero can see, which makes it even more plausible that Villain is here. They turn the keys, stop the engine and take off their helmet as they walk to the door. They pin the lock and step into the silent darkness of the cabin. Hero stops, searching for signs of human presence, but senses nothing. They take a few hesitant steps, glancing into the kitchen, then moving toward what looks like the living room. They hear laboured breathing to their right and turn just in time to dodge the dagger aimed at their shoulder. 
“It’s me,“ they offer. A silhouette behind the sofa’s back shifts to get a better look at them. “Villain, it’s me.”
“Why are you here?” Villain’s voice is barely audible. Hero suspects they haven’t had time to treat any of their wounds. Villain brings another dagger up, pressing it to their own throat. “I’ll die but won’t be taken back, Hero.“ 
“I’ll die but won’t let them take you,” Hero claims, unwavering. They cannot blame Villain for not trusting them after what their mentor and colleagues had done. After everything that Villain had to endure because Hero was too slow. “I swear.” 
Villain does not reply, but they do drop the dagger down. With a relieved sigh, Hero crosses the room, walking around the sofa and dropping their bag to the floor. They crouch in front of the fireplace and light a fire, then scan the room, fetching a blanket upon locating it. 
“Shh, don’t move too much.” They place their palm on Villain’s chest, pushing them back on the sofa. “What do you need? Water?”
Villain nods, wordless from exhaustion and concern. “Why are you here?” They repeat after Hero returns with a large glass of water and a jar. “And what is that?”
“Honey,” Hero’s hands are shaky, they attempt to ignore it for now. “It’ll give you some strength before I can get some food in the morning.” 
Villain takes the spoon with their right hand, the left safely tucked away under the blanket. Hero shudders, remembering the state of it, what was done to it. They reach for their bag, pulling out their first aid kit. Something they learned to use to heal themselves while in training. Villain had no need of knowing that. 
Villain scoots away the moment they notice forceps. “No, no, no, please, no…” Hero looks up, not yet understanding what’s gotten into them. They stop Villain from jumping off the sofa and follow their frightened gaze, locked onto the instrument. 
“No, God! This is not… I want to treat your wounds, Vil.” They explain, putting everything aside and holding their hand in their own. “I would never hurt you.”
They can see the panic subsiding in Villain’s eyes, but the fear is still there, ever-present in the back of their mind. “I don’t have to use those, okay?” The enthusiasm with which Villain nods shatters Hero’s heart into the tiniest pieces. “Let me have a look at your hand first, alright?” 
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pigeonwhumps · 14 hours
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The Darkside: Part 2
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4
Warning: mentions of physical torture and trauma, a somewhat grafic description of rape, blood, broken bones, violence... you get the idea. Please do not interact if any of those might be triggering for you. This is by far the roughest thing I’ve written on this website. 
Tears and blood from the repeated banging of their head against the metal table mix on Villain's face, prickling the damaged skin, pooling around their head. The cold surface is the only soothing they can get, so they press their cheek against it, making an effort to steady their breathing and stop choking on air as Superhero thrusts into them. They are bent over the table, face down, and their hands tied.
One of Superhero's hands curls around Villain's neck, choking them enough to cut oxygen flow to their brain yet keeping them on the verge of consciousness. With the other hand on Villain's hip, they move back, giving the illusion of ending their torture before returning as brutal as ever. Villain's thighs crush against the rough edge, but they are grateful for any sensation that isn't their tormentor.
Villain manages to inhale some air when Superhero lets go of their neck, instead collecting their curls between his thick fingers, forcing them up as their back arches. It hurts their damaged body, but Villain presses one palm to the metal, attempting to dissociate the pain because it's everywhere. It encapsulates their entire being, consumes their mind, drowning and yet not granting them what they crave most right now - unconsciousness.
Digging their teeth into Villain's shoulder and earning a muffled cry from their lips, Superhero grins, satisfaction colouring their features as they lick the blood from the bite before bringing Villain's head back down with a loud bang against the table. Villain's stare is dazed, jaw clenched, lips pressed together to keep any sounds from escaping as Superhero finishes, finally detaching from their body and exiting the room.
Villain remains lying on the table for several moments before rolling over. They help themselves up with one hand, the other crooked from multiple fractures. Unable to step on their right foot, they collapse to the floor with a loud thud.
Hero's ears are ringing, fingers trembling with raging adrenaline. They struggle to click to close the video from the surveillance camera of the interrogation room of Superhero's headquarters.
It's the last stage of their "villain correction program". The stage not many lived to reach and none was able to endure. All of the previous torture and torment either led to their death before this or left them too maimed to survive the brutality. Hero cannot even imagine what Superhero and their gang would have done next to finally break Villain. Simply ending Villain's life seemed too merciful of an option for the sick bastard.
It takes Hero several minutes of motionless silence to collect themselves and wipe the tears from their face. They feel like the sky has come crashing down on their head, hellfire burning everything alive. At least, that's how they feel in their soul. The images from the video keep flashing in front of their mind's eyes, imprinted in their brain for eternity because they won't allow themselves to forget that. They have no right to forget that.
Shaking, Hero stands up, collecting their notebook and a small bag of necessary belongings. They thank god for their hacking skills because they did not have to break into the headquarters to uncover the truth. The security could've been better, but they weren't entirely sure they would walk out of that place without a reaction. To be in the same building and not confront the man they had worshipped for so long. The man who turned out to be a complete monster.
Hero takes several deliberate breaths, pressing their lips together to suppress the quiver that runs through them. They are seeing red, unable to decide whether they should go and murder Superhero or search for Villain first. Images keep flashing in front of their eyes - one of Superhero breaking Villain's foot with what looks like a medieval tool, one of him crushing Villain's hand with a hammer with two other people holding them down. Their colleagues. The people Hero approached to discuss the mysterious disappearances. They curse under their breath.
How could I be this blind? 
They don't know. What Hero does know is where those people live and that they'll die soon enough. They cannot wait for the moment they'll get to cut Superhero's throat open. But right now, Villain needs them more. And they need to know that Villain is not alone.
With a last glance over the city, they start the engine of their motorcycle, leaving their past life behind, on to find Villain, help them heal and only then - return for revenge.
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I'm not sure if you'd like me to continue this one. Do let me know if anyone is interested in another part.
Love,
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The Darkside
Part 2   Part 3   Part 4
Warning: mentions of physical torture and trauma (a somewhat grafic description of rape in the 2nd chapter), blood, broken bones, violence… you get the idea. Please do not interact if any of those might be triggering for you. This is by far the roughest thing I’ve written on this website. 
Hero’s fingers tap along the rhythm of their frantic heart against their thigh. Their restless eyes scan the horizon for any signs of Villain. It’s 15 minutes past midnight, and they have every right to be worried. Villain is never late. They know something is wrong. What they don’t know is what to do. Because a) they were never friends with Villain, so they have no idea where to look, and b) Villain doesn’t exactly like them. Not that Hero can blame them. They are enemies, after all.
Ever since villains have started disappearing from the city, Hero has been… anxious. To say the least. They kept seeing familiar faces on the morning news, each day silently praying to not hear their Villain’s name. They discussed the issue with fellow crime fighters, only to come to one conclusion - the mystery reigned over their city.
They tried approaching their mentor - Superhero - to voice their concerns regarding the disappearances but were met with a stern face and a horrifying statement that made bile rise in Hero’s mouth. 
Wasn’t this our end goal, Hero? The city will be free of criminals, doesn’t matter how.
Villain’s frame appears against the starry sky 45 minutes past midnight, and Hero relaxes. A wave of warm relief washes over them, only to leave them stiff when Villain lands in front of them, right under the street light. Had they not known them so well, Hero wouldn’t recognize the bloody mess in place of their face.
“Vil, what on Earth…” they start, only to be interrupted by a coarse voice. Villain can’t seem to focus their gaze, an obvious sign of concussion, if not many.
“Shut it.” Villain sneers, brushing Hero’s hand away and wincing when the movement sends a jolt of pain down their spine. “Don’t start.”
“Villain,” they struggle to keep their face straight because they have never seen Villain so wrecked. “Hold still. You’re about to collapse.”
They move to support them, but Villain jumps away despite the pain cruising through their body after every move. “Hero. Don’t.”
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pigeonwhumps · 14 hours
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ok so superhero whump scenario:
Villain is Hero's favourite 'bad guy' to fight. Villain never really hurts anyone with their actions, and anything they steal is usually anonymously returned within a few days. The worst crime they've really committed is property damage. Hero is convinced they're just doing it for fun, as evidenced by Villain's very melodramatic and performatively cheesy attitude during their confrontations
Eventually, Villain disappears. Hero assumes they just decided to put down their cape and mask, though is a little saddened that they now don't have any real 'comic relief' in their day-to-day villain fighting.
A few months later, Hero is in Superhero's HQ when they come across a locked door they hadn't noticed before. Overcome with curiosity, they figure out how to get it open and take a peek inside.
Even without their iconic costume or mask, Hero would recognise Villain anywhere. Villain looks awful. Emaciated, bruised, scarred, curled up in a shivering ball in the corner of what Hero now recognises as a cell. How long has Superhero kept them here? And why? Hero doesn't know, all they do know is that this is wrong, and that their old rival needs their help, Superhero be damned.
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Whumpee and caretaker finally face down whumper to take them down for good.
But what caretaker wasn't prepared to face was the way that whumpee completely breaks down in fear and shame and flashbacks just seeing whumper face to face again.
And caretaker finally has to come to terms with just how bad it really was.
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pigeonwhumps · 15 hours
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Whumpees being used as a living weapon, controlled through paralysis so they can be tested on without fighting back.
Whumpers come from all over the world for a chance to test on the world famous weaponized whumpee.
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Villain effortlessly dodges another punch, light on their feet as air. They don't counter attack, mostly dodging and misdirecting as Hero gets increasingly frustrated.
"You keep just dodging! Fight back already!" Hero shouts, as Villain moves out of the way yet again. Hero grits their teeth, frustrated. Villain is doing this on purpose, they know it.
Villain frowns, eyebrows drawn. "I'm not sure about that." They twirl around, as graceful as a dancer as they avoid Hero's next strike.
Sighing, Hero drops their arms, sagging in place. "I swear to God if this is about last time." They can feel their face twitching in irritation as they speak.
"Last time I didn't hold back-" Villain starts, voice full of an amount of concern that Hero finds absolutely nauseating.
"I don't care -"
"- You got hurt." Villian finishes, their expression nearly being able to be mistaken for something like guilt. "Badly hurt."
"Stop treating me like I'm made of glass." Hero's arm cross against their chest, fingernails cutting into their palms as they try and keep their frustration at bay. They don't know who they're more upset at, Villain, for acting like they're breakable or at themselves for evidently being so fragile in Villain's eyes.
Villain's face twists into something firmer, more serious, as they step forward, getting into Hero's space. Hero isn't naive enough to think they're finally going to give them the fight they want.
"You were hospitalized. I thought you weren't going to survive." Villain's voice now has a fire in it unheard until now. "At my hands. Your blood was on my hands."
Stepping even closer, their hands finally, for the first time since this fight began, are finally on Hero as they shove them against the wall. Pressing forward, Villain's eyes burn into their's.
"I know how destructive I can be when I let myself, and I normally don't care about breaking you heroes apart. If I go too far and someone dies," Villain's breath fans across their cheek, "but not you. You don't get to die on me, and I'm not going to carelessly break my favorite plaything."
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pigeonwhumps · 22 hours
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rentalcar ch. 1 up on cohost
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pigeonwhumps · 22 hours
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hello, my beloved whump community. this is Emmett. but you probably know me better as this blog:
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or you may remember the blog before that:
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you may have even been here since this blog:
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...i'm not taking you farther than that. xD
my account was terminated without any warning today. March 25, 2024. all of my blogs are gone and i have lost everything i have on them. you won't even be able to see any comments or reblogs for me on any of your posts.
if you have commissioned me over Tumblr DMs and not Discord, please contact me here. i did not have a copy of my commission list saved. i do not know who hasn't paid and who already has. i do not remember who was on the list. i do not want anyone to be cheated out of their money.
i have no idea why this happened. i was not doing anything that could justify my account being terminated with no warning or explanation. i'm so paranoid about it that i won't even type the blog names; that's why they're images instead.
but at this point, most of you know the type of whump creator i am. one who creates whatever he wants, no matter how disturbing or explicit it may be. one who loves creating whump and content in general of the Not Safe For This Website kind.
getting one of my blogs flagged, and now losing everything, is not going to stop me. i'm not going anywhere. but i am going to be changing my approach to posting content.
this is my Language Key. i will be using a system of emojis for tagging instead of words, so please read this before you go on my blog and know which tags you need to block.
if you need to block my blog for any reason, go ahead. i don't want to disturb anyone by showing up in the tags.
all of my artwork that is Not Safe For This Website will be linked to an external storage website, MEGA. it is completely free to view and you do not need an account. there will be no cropped previews unless they are 100% Safe For This Website.
all of my writing that is Not Safe For This Website will be linked directly to where i post it on my AO3. it is completely free to view and you do not need an account. there will be no writing put under a read more unless it is 100% Safe For This Website.
trust me, i'll have a better pinned post up at some point explaining who i am and my multiverse of AUs, series, and OCs, and links to my commission page, and my Ko-Fi...and i'll do my best to finish the masterlists and, once again, build myself up from the ground up...
but i'm exhausted. i never saw this coming, and it's made me realize just how unsafe i am. i lost so much content that was only posted on Tumblr and not saved anywhere else.
believe me when i say that i am fucking devastated.
but i'm not going anywhere. i will die with this site when it eventually goes down, and not because it tried to kill me.
that being said, you can find me here on Cohost, which is where i'll migrate to when this place dies or where i'll communicate if i happen to get IP address banned (probably without warning) or something that prevents me from coming back.
if you don't want to refollow me here, i totally understand. i can't say how grateful i am to everyone who does, but like...i get it. it's tedious having to refollow me all the time, never knowing when a blog (or full ass account) is going to suddenly disappear. if you want to get off this crazy, unpredictable ride now, i don't blame you.
and if you decide to stick around, for however long, thank you. this day has been one of my worst nightmares and i don't think i would be handling this with nearly as much grace if it were not for my friends and everyone on my Discord server (which, by the way, is the only safe place where i share everything uncensored).
they were my first line of communication. they helped me get the word out. they rallied for me and kept me from having one massive breakdown over this, so my heartfelt thanks go out to them.
i'm using the whump community tags in hopes that more people will see this. i had hundreds of followers on my last blog, more than a thousand on the blog before that...i know this isn't going to reach everyone, but i hope it will reach some people.
thank you so much for reblogging this to help spread the word if you do. and thank you for reading. ❤️
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Stay with Rayan
this is the end of stray :) thank you for coming along on the ride
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You wipe your eyes and try to collect your thoughts. What options do you even have? You’re either staying with Rayan illegally, going to the PPA, or going on the run again. None of them are particularly appealing at the moment. 
But the one that seems best right now is just staying with Rayan. He’s been kind to you throughout all of this, if a bit infuriating. He’s always tried to make you feel at home, and he’s been working tirelessly to be able to obtain a pet owner licence. Maybe… Maybe life here wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe you’ll get legally adopted by him one day, and he could be… Well, your new family.
It’s not like you even remember the one you lost.
Maybe it’ll be okay.
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Months pass, and Rayan eventually manages to move out and buy a bigger flat. He has you pretend you’re a person the entire time the movers are there, and you can’t help but enjoy the brief sense of personhood you’ve been granted. You know you’re going back to being a pet as soon as the two of you settle in, so you try to savour it while it lasts.
One day, he comes home with the biggest smile on his face. “The PPA finally approved me! I can legally own a pet now!”
You try to be happy for him, and even for yourself. This means no more hiding, right? There’s no furious past owner who would be hunting you two down, since you’ve escaped straight from a facility. No one would object to the two of you living together.
The process is stressful. Rayan has to report you first, then immediately adopt you from the shelter. “I’ll ask to adopt you right away. They won’t have time to wipe your memories.”
That’s what he said, anyway. You’re still shaking in your whole body as he brings you in, feeling more than a little betrayed.
“I found a stray, I think,” he says in his usual, awful lying tone. “Um, if I’m right about it… Would it be possible for me to keep it?”
“Oh! That’s our little 13!” the woman behind the counter says. You can’t remember her at all — maybe the drug messed with your memory more than you thought. “We’re going to have to give it the treatment, but after that—”
“No!” you blurt out. “No, please, please, don’t! Can’t I just go with Rayan? He— he’s been feeding me without knowing, he thought I was a stray dog— I can explain! Please, don’t take my memories of him away!”
The woman looks surprised. “He’s been… feeding you?”
“I feed many stray animals around the area,” Rayan explains, just as frantic as you. “I thought it was a dog or a cat, so I kept bringing it food on my way home from work. Eventually, it showed itself, and now… now we’re here. I brought it in immediately, but it seems… attached to me. I think.”
You nod vigorously.
“Oh… Well, in that case, I suppose we can make an exception.”
You and Rayan let out a relieved sigh at the same time. You’re allowed to go home with him after he fills out the forms — now legally his pet.
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Go to the PPA
this is the end of stray :) thank you for coming along on the ride
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You wipe your eyes and try to collect your thoughts. What options do you even have? You’re either staying with Rayan illegally, going to the PPA, or going on the run again. None of them are particularly appealing at the moment. 
But the one that seems best right now is giving yourself up. You’ve been living with incredible amounts of stress every single day since you’ve fled the facility, and all that for what? To get the news that your entire family is gone? You don’t want any of this life. You don’t even want to remember it. You don’t want to remember Rayan, you don’t want to remember this day, you don’t want it.
You’re done. You’re asking Rayan to drop you off at a shelter first thing tomorrow.
Maybe it’ll be okay.
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You’re trembling as you walk up to the shelter’s front door with Rayan in tow. You’re profoundly nervous to be back, and you can only hope none of the staff remember you.
That hope shatters as soon as you open the door.
“Isn’t that our little 13?” a woman says cheerily. “Welcome back, sweetheart. Rayan? Did you find it?”
“I found it roaming the streets, yeah,” he lies. “So I thought I’d bring it in…”
He gives you an uncertain look, as though he has any say in what happens to you after this point. As though he’s asking, ‘Are you sure?’ 
You give him a blank look. ‘It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m here, and I’m never leaving again.’
The woman rounds the counter and walks up to you, taking you by the hand. “Come along, darling. I know the facility staff missed you a lot, and from what I understand, you’ve always been such a good pet. You won’t give us any trouble here, will you?”
“No, ma’am,” you mumble. 
“Say goodbye to Rayan, now. Isn’t he so sweet for bringing you here?”
You look up at Rayan, and you can see his heart breaking in front of your very eyes. “Goodbye, 13,” he says quietly. “Take care.”
“Goodbye, Rayan.”
The woman seems to pick up on the devastation emanating from the both of you, and she lets out an awkward chuckle. “Come on, now, don’t look so sad. Rayan, you’re working really hard to get a licence, aren’t you? I’m sure you can come back and adopt it sooner rather than later.”
That seems to give Rayan some hope, though it’s quickly snuffed out by the realisation. “13 won’t remember me by then, right?”
“Well… No, it probably won’t. I’m sorry, but it’s a flight risk at this point. We’ll have to give it the treatment.”
“I want the treatment,” you mutter. “Please.”
“Oh, sweetie… What happened?”
Rayan quickly cuts in, trying to save his own skin. “I don’t know. It’s been really sad ever since I found it.”
You nod your agreement. There’s no sense in getting him in trouble.
“Being on the streets can be really taxing, hm? Well, we’ll rectify that in no time. You’ll be back to being a happy little pet within the next couple weeks.”
She finally leads you away, and you don’t even steal a last glance at Rayan. There’s no point.
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On the Run
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tw institutional/systemic pet whump, second person pov (and you're the pet!)
You wipe your eyes and try to collect your thoughts. What options do you even have? You’re either staying with Rayan illegally, going to the PPA, or going on the run again. None of them are particularly appealing at the moment. 
But the one that seems best right now is going on the run. You’re absolutely not staying with a guy who can’t even admit you’re as much of a person as he is, especially when there’s a whole organisation dedicated to freeing pets like you. You’ve survived on the streets before, you can do it again, especially if you have some help.
You just need to find a discarded Pet Lib pamphlet and go from there.
Maybe it’ll be okay.
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It’s been weeks of searching before you find any useful information, but it’s all worth it when you finally stumble into a Pet Lib building. People immediately rush to help you when they see your tattered, dirty clothing, and the way you keep limping. You’ve dislocated your ankle days ago, and there was no one to help you fix it.
You meet person after person, the receptionist, educators, and eventually an underground doctor that spent the last decades working with cases like you. She pops your ankle back into place, and while it hurts like a bitch, it’s absolutely worth it. 
You explain your predicament to them, and they immediately start the process of educating you on your options. It’s dizzying, to be treated with such dignity.
“We can forge papers for you.”
“We can see about a way to get you out of the country, to one where pets are illegal.”
“We can get you to a sanctuary city.”
But really, you don’t want to leave anymore. You meet pets with fake papers who now live as people, you hear them out about their stories, and you decide you want that too. You want to stay here and help other strays reintegrate into society. 
“You’ll have to leave the city, at least,” one of the educators tells you. “I’ve seen your face on missing posters around the area. It wouldn’t be safe. But we can absolutely connect you with people from the movement in a different city.”
“Yeah,” you say, completely in awe that this is even an option, that these people really, truly want to help you. That they accept you so readily. “I think I’d like that.”
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pigeonwhumps · 23 hours
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Whumpee and Caretaker had an argument before Whumpee disappeared. Months later, Caretaker found Whumpee being held captive, and as they held Whumpee close, crying in their shoulder, they whispered apologies over what they had said during the argument.
Whumpee looked at them, an eyebrow raised, before they asked:
"...Who are you?"
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