#tw dehumanization

[socialistexan]

[rottmnt-residuum]

part 18 (gore)

yeah... you're kept conscious during neurosurgery, ahaha it's to make sure they aren't hitting anything too important

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[screamingfromuz]

Why do you still call yourself a pro-Palestinian Zionist?

I assume you’ve seen for yourself the forty minutes worth of footage of what Hamas did, Gazans cheering them on?

Those animals deserve death.

Yes. Because the moment I stop, the moment I give up on this very possible alliance between Israeli and Palestinians, I will lose.

And losing will destroy me. This is the hill I stand on, and I will keep standing on it as long as I can. I will continue to support the right for self determination of both my people and of the Palestinians, my brethren. I will continue to support a peaceful solution. I will not concede and let neither Hamas or the right wing extremists win.

I do avoid the videos to my own sanity, but I have read the descriptions. I knew about the cheering from the first day, and it didn't stop me then and would not stop me now. You know that there are people on my side cheering for the death of Palestinians? people who celebrate their deaths?

How can I, knowing those people exist, expect any Palestinian to reach their hand to me if I do not do the same? If I am to generalize and declare all Palestinians the same, how can I ask them to not do the same to me? What gives me the right to put others on a higher moral standard that I uphold myself to?

If a hand is able to reach to me through all this hate, what right do I have to not reach my hand in response? what right do I have to not grab that hand and hold this person? how can I in good faith give up on this chance?

I am and will stay both pro-Palestinian and a Zionist, because this is the only way I can live to my ideals. Because the moment I stop, I have personally failed.

[dokidokisadness]

Maksim - biopet log 00x

[tw: noncon/dubcon(implied), depression, dehumanization]

Pet was found wandering loose near a dark alley at night. It was almost put down when the catchers saw him, his height being the first thing they've noticed.

One he was caught, it was very clear the pet is rather calm, very obedient and quiet.probably because of it's rather advanced age. It has a pretty good understanding of it's surroundings and comprehends spoken orders.

Upon further research on pets identity, we discovered why it was abandoned. It used to be a breeder at an illegal breeding facility, which explains it's messy genetics and very few info available on the database.

The facility he lived in was far from ideal. No wonder it was abandoned and all the pets scattered aimlessly. he is lucky to be found by us. Although, I'm not completely convinced by it's calm demeanor. It was a force breeder. We always need to be cautious with those, since they might snap and try to 'do their job' at any moment they find fit. That's the main reason you keep him with shorts always. They are trained to ignore rejection or warnings from other pets and can often attempt to do the same to humans, specially mutts when confused.

Aside from the usually worried when a stray pet is found, there's also the problem of it's depression. Maksim listens and obeys, but it lacks motivation to do anything aside from pleasing others, and since we can't let it interact directly with other pets, it's been very lonely and underwhelmed. It must have never been alone for such a long time... And then there's the other problem...

Maksim keeps asking me about his cubs. I guess he really thought if he was good enough, the keepers at the facility would let him see them, I don't know... I just don't have the guts to tell him it will never happen. I thought he didn't care for it, but yesterday he expressed a lot anxiety over the subject. He asked if he did everything right, if he did have cubs, or if he had failed... I don't have anything to say to him. The records say he was a successful breeder and I knew the facility had very little investment on tech, but... For him to be so unaware of the situation... Ugh... It's gross to think they forced him into doing that, they forced all those pets... And to make it worse just left them without a proper treatment.

I understand he is trained in... The worst way possible, I too was afraid of him, but is it even his fault? Would he really default to that if he was with another pet?

I decided to ignore this, as a trainer, I don't think the pet under my lead would attack his peers without being told to do so. It will do him good to have company. I'll start looking through other pet's and talking to the team to find him a friend, although I will keep an eye on him, he doesn't seem dangerous, but well... I'm not sure yet.

[keebwee]

captivity au two page comic RADGAGFGASJFbdJKgn

i think i spent like 10 hours on this which was very surprising.

if you're curious about this au check out the tag :) there's not much, but it'll provide you with an explanation

silly reference image i made under the cut

made the ref myself because i had absolutely no idea how to draw it and HEY it WORKED !!!!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

today’s whump prompt for us struggling writers:

whumpee was forced to eat like an animal (by shoving their mouth into the bowl, or using their hands to feed themself) for so long that the concept of using spoons and other cutleries became foreign to them, and so caretaker had to teach them to use spoons again.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

so y'all know that one fanart where scorpia kinda confronts perfuma about the whole leashing entrapta incident (and it's kinda played off as a joke)? look at the tags in one of the reposts.

this is so sick, so fucked up. i don't even have words to express how disgusted i am with this fandom.

[watchmenanon]

[whumpingandsmilinglikeanidiot]

consider: unwillingly cyborg'd whumpee and oblivious whumper who thinks whumpee is just a normal robot

Whumper doesn't approach Whumpee with malicious intent; Whumper isn't sadistic or anything related to it.

Whumper simply treats Whumpee as non-sentient,

because they believe Whumpee is non-sentient. That belief is firm-rooted in their mind.

Whumpee isn't tortured or hurt, not in the 'usual' way, anyway.

Because Whumper's belief is unshakable, they consider Whumpee's pleas as a funny malfunction. Whumpee persisted once, and they started getting annoyed then mentioned the repair shop. Whumpee fears to bring that up again.

It's the little things, when Whumper grabs Whumpee's shoulders without consent, when Whumper's tone drops into disregard, when Whumper talks about errors and bugs-

That's when Whumpee is reminded that Whumper doesn't see Whumpee as human. Never had.

And as time passes, Whumpee starts to wonder.. am I sentient?

and OH my LOVE you would not know how thrilled I am to get an ask like this! I thought only big blogs got prompts in their inboxes! My Broca area isn't working very well right now but I did my best oh wow I love you and great prompt anon

[cluster-b-culture-is]

cluster b with no/low affective empathy culture is being demonized and dehumanized to hell and back. i ache to be seen as human but at this point I can't see myself as human either

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[houxe]

Is anyone else starting to get a little weirded out by Tubbo, TinaKitten, and other CCs in their circles making increasing comments about keeping people as pets? Like, I understand that they likely don't mean it in a malicious way, but it's starting to get... gross. Especially because 'keeping' people has a lot of horrific historic context. Starts with an s, ends with an e, runs in the same vein as ‘keeping/owning people’, and we all should’ve learned about it in school? Even in the 'pet' nature there’s so much awful history surrounding it. Court Dwarves are just one glaring example and something I also only learned about recently. (More info can be found Here by Dwarfism History.) There were also other people who were dehumanized, taken, and kept for someone else's amusement, most often by British/European royalty. They were treated and kept like pets. Even if that wasn't their specific title.

It's also just such casual dehumanization of people that's really weird and becoming concerningly more frequent. Especially when they're streaming to a potentially younger audience and normalizing this behavior. Again, I don't think there's any purposefully malicious intent behind it, so don't attack or harass them. I also don't think they're awful people, they're just unaware and I, personally, want to help people grow. So let's not joke about keeping people as pets anymore, yeah? It's not cute and it's not funny.

EDIT 2: Also, as I've just watched the unbanning vod from the subathon, Tubbo egged on his whole chat to keep a random recently unbanned chatter as a 'pet' and that's uh. That's immediately concerning. This is not a friend of his who he can comfortably joke with like that and he should not be joking or egging on his chat to dehumanize someone like that. That's not cool and even Billzo said it wasn't okay.

Link Here - Timestamp: 16:47 - 17:12

EDIT 1: Changed it a bit so it doesn't seem like I'm saying Court Dwarves were the only example of human pets. <3

[rottmnt-residuum]

part 18 (censored)

yeah... you're kept conscious during neurosurgery, ahaha it's to make sure they aren't hitting anything too important

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[firapolemos05]

No devil hides beneath my bed

Part 1, Part 2

AO3 CW: nsfw (minors dni), whumper pov, past noncon, promise of future noncon, pet whump, captivity, dehumanization, sexual slavery, put on display, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, multiple whumpers, cages, restraints, ring gag, forced arousal, object insertion, overstimulation, auction, noncon touching

Tonight Scarlet hosts the Lanista Society for a special dinner event. The Champion is the coveted prize, and Ivan is honored to have been the cause of it.

Champion taglist: @emmettnet , @ostensiblyfunctional

Ivan is left marveling once again at his superior's immaculate taste.

High Martinet Matar sure knew how to throw a party.

Her guests had been greeted with the finest. A banquet of gourmet Crescentine dishes and exotic delicacies. Fresh fruits and cheeses, tender meats and fish, spiced breads and decadent sweets, aged wines from the mountain vineyards. The finest money and magic could offer.

Their venue is just as grand, perhaps more so due to its creativity. A conjured demiplane Scarlet produced specially for this affair. Ivan finds it rather ingenious.

The woman was no stranger to hosting guests at her manor; he himself had been there only last week. But she limits those meetings to no more than a few people at a time. Fewer bodies are easier to keep track of. With large parties like this, comes the ever present risk of unsavory infiltrators. The Lanista Society held members with many enemies. The uninvited in disguise or potential rivals waiting for the right moment to snoop around. Larger groups made it inconvenient to keep tabs on everyone.

The demiplane removed that risk.

No need to worry about the unwanted loose in your home if you're not bringing them to your home to begin with.

And as a bonus, the spell's design was limited only by the imagination. And a wizard of Scarlet's caliber knew fine decor.

All which was fully on display for tonight's event. It was a special occasion after all.

On one end of the chamber, seated on a raised platform, was an ornate bronze cage. Round and domed at the top like one of those old-fashioned bird cages that didn't allow room for the bird to spread its wings. However this cage was far larger, for its occupant was no bird.

Scarlet found the perfect display for the Society's beloved Champion. An advantageous maneuver given he was the subject of business this evening. If Ivan had thought he looked enticing their first meeting a week ago, Scarlet had expertly ensured that the people present now would be incapable of keeping their eyes off him.

In fact, there was already a crowd forming around the cage.

Knees spread and wrists secured above him, the Champion was giving everyone a show with his trembling body. Years of fighting had toned his muscles, and the shimmering red velvet bands only accentuated them. Scarlet must have gotten the outfit custom tailored, for it turned the tiefling's form into a canvas painted with red. Velvet strips hugging his thighs and shoulders. Flowers of beaded lace climbing from hip to collar to the small of his back. Dangling garnets mimicked the appearance of dripping blood.

Absolutely exquisite.

Scarlet had elected to keep his lower region covered, draping that same black cloth around his waist that he'd worn last time. Ivan could see the sense; what was already being shown was enough of a free sample.

The guests were permitted to touch, at least to the extent they were allowed without having to pay. And the Champion’s body was a buffet getting more attention than the actual food. Fingers traced the soft velvet, then slipped in between to caress exposed skin.

“He has the best reactions if you stroke his tail,” Ivan had informed them, and they were quick to take advantage.

The touches worked well to elicit forced pleasure, though perhaps not as much as some other things.

Scarlet couldn't allow her pet to spend the whole party glaring or growling at guests, so Ivan suggested a means to keep him occupied. Just a couple simple toys, one placed inside him and the other encircling the base of his tail where he was most sensitive. Both hidden from the guests eyes with a specially crafted belt that doubled to prevent the tiefling from making a mess of himself.

From how much he was trembling, struggling to close his legs, face flushed as he moaned around the ring gag strapped around his head, the toys were doing their job. And the guests were very much appreciating the sight. Ivan could see a number of people with their hands under their pants.

He couldn't blame them. They stood before a desperate succubus, beckoning them all with pleading huffs of breath and squirming hips. Ivan himself was imagining how pretty that face would look around his cock.

He would have to wait his turn.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

The rhythmic taps of a wine glass drew the attention of the masses to the head of the table where Scarlet stands.

“Now now, everyone. I know my pet has been an exciting treat for you all, but I do hope you help yourselves to the dessert table.”

There were more than a few bouts of embarrassed laughter. Ivan included, as he too nearly forgot to go fill up his dish.

“I'm pleased to see he has garnered such interest,” she continues. “Just a quick reminder that the bidding period ends in thirty minutes. The current highest offer stands at 2,500 platinum.”

Well, not too bad a price tag for the Champion’s first official patron (Ivan's previous night with him didn't count). And if this went to a formal auction at the end of the party, if there was still an active bidding war, that amount would likely grow.

But already, he'd be returning home tomorrow with a decent payment. In a deal that spoke wonders of her generosity, Scarlet had agreed to save a percentage of the funds for him. None of this would've happened had he not raised the suggestion to her.

Lucrative business indeed. Ivan could recognize many big names at this party. Politicians, industry tycoons, nobility, all those with plentiful riches and power. He wonders if he could convince some of them to assist him in forming a similar operation in Mężnydzik. Or perhaps a connected branch.

Those were thoughts for the future. Right now, he was enjoying the view.

The first moment the cage is clear of onlookers, Ivan walks over and reaches through the bronze bars to lift up the Champion’s head to face him. With how long he'd had his mouth held open, his chin was streaked with drool, but thankfully Ivan had the foresight to wear gloves.

“Just like I said, little devil,” he purrs, gazing into eyes that struggle to focus through the mind clouding sensations. The tiefling whines in protest as Ivan lets his other hand trail up his thigh. “I knew you'd be quite popular.”

There's a moment of clarity to the Champion’s stare. A moment he's able to fight through the tears and the unwanted stimulation and-

Oh. Well isn't that a nasty look.

Reference for the outfit here.

[we-were-so-beautiful]

2. day six

holy shit hi! it's me! I'm back! I will be very surprised if anybody remembers me or this story given that it's been literally six months since I posted the first chapter. my motivation, interest, energy and amount of free time for this project all fluctuate, but... this story feels like it wants to be told, and I want to tell it. so hopefully I'll manage to pop up around here with an update for it every once in a while.

Content warnings for this chapter: box boy universe, pet whump, dehumanization, cages, blood mention. I'm still getting the hang of how to tag these so please let me know if there's anything I missed.

[masterlist] [chapter one] [chapter three]

Vanessa means to wait until an hour before closing time to go to the shelter. Really, she does. She wants to give this guy as much of a chance as he can get to go home with someone, literally anyone, who’s better for him than she is. But it’s lunchtime and she’s already practically vibrating. She’s not even used to being awake by noon anymore, much less having already been up for hours refreshing the site so often it’s making her nauseous. Or maybe that’s just the all-consuming anxiety of suspense.

What if the assholes at the shelter decide that six days is close enough, and take him away before she even gets there? What if she’s fucked up and counted the days wrong, and he’s actually scheduled to die today? What if the subway’s delayed, or the shelter closes early, and she’s too late, and another person dies because she made a stupid fucking mistake?

What if, says the voice in the back of her head that she refuses to listen to, somebody takes him who’s even worse for him than me?

“Oh, fuck literally all of this,” she says to the empty room, and grabs her coat.

—

“Uh, hey, I’m here to…”

“Sign in on the sheet.” The bored-looking shelter employee doesn’t so much as glance up from her phone. Vanessa looks around; the lobby is totally devoid of anyone save for the two of them.

“I just want to know if—”

“Sign in on the sheet.”

Vanessa breathes out through her nose until her hand stops ticking long enough to write. She scribbles her name and the time, and sets the pen down with a deliberate clack on the desk directly in front of the employee.

The woman barely raises her head. “How can I help you.”

Vanessa steels herself. “Is, uh… Do you still have…” God she hates talking about people like this she hates it she hates it she hates it. “Is pet number 414374 still here? I want to…” She wants to choke on the word. “...I want to adopt him.”

The employee’s affect goes duller than ever. “Oh, he’s still here, alright,” she mutters grimly.

Vanessa only realizes how much tension she’s been holding when it floods out of her so fast she almost loses her balance. “Can I see him?”

“If you really want to,” the employee sighs. “But I’m tellin’ you, lady, you’re not gonna like what you find.”

—

“That’s him?!”

“Told you you were gonna be disappointed, lady.”

Vanessa gapes. It’s not like she’s been expecting to be okay with seeing people in cages, but she sure as shit didn’t expect… whatever the fuck she’s looking at now.

The dude is filthy, caked head to toe in blood, dirt and worse. The hair that flowed around him in his picture is matted down his back now, littered with scores of dead and decaying leaves. His ice-blue eyes are dull and unfocused. His breaths are quick and shallow, and the way they rasp in his throat makes Vanessa twitch. 

He’s lying in a heap on the single layer of newspaper between him and the inch-wide mesh of the shelter-standard cage. Vanessa sucks at math, but she thinks it can’t be more than three by three by five. The shelter profile listed him at six foot two.

The employee bangs on the metal with the back of her hand, making a horrible clanging sound that makes Vanessa want to claw her own ears off. “Hey, look alive, refurb. You got one more interested owner. Maybe try to impress this one for a change?”

“Can he even—” Vanessa starts, but the guy surprises her by slowly, painfully lifting his head. The dirt that coats his skin cracks and flakes as he struggles to push himself up on his elbows. He reaches jerkily for the front of the cage, arms trembling violently with the effort, his breathing growing more and more labored as he tries to meet her gaze.

In the split second before he collapses again, she swears he manages it.

—

“I want him.”

The employee has already turned to go, talking over her shoulder as she ambles back toward the desk. “Yeah, so if you're lookin’ for a fancy one you could try the Manhattan shelter, they sometimes—hang on, you what?” She twists back abruptly as the words actually register.

“I want him,” Vanessa says again.

The employee stares at her for a long, long minute. Vanessa can almost see her fighting the urge to blurt out, “why?” Finally, though, she collects herself, with a wildly overexaggerated shrug of her shoulders.

“It’s your money, lady,” she says, and unlocks the cage.

[justbreakonme]

(An anon commission but they’re cool with it being posted on here. So, enjoy!)

Master looked up when Pet entered, and it flinched.

“Hi sweet, did you-oh, what happened?” Masters tone switched mid-sentence but it didn’t recognize either. He reached for Pet’s hand, and when it looked down, it noticed the deep scratch across it’s surface.

It hadn’t realized.

It’s heart speed up at the blood that oozed down it’s fingers, threatening to mark Masters clean floors.

“Your pet apologizes for it’s carelessness, Master. Your pet was attempting to tend to the roses outside.”

It’s heart was threatening to beat out of it’s chest, hoping that the explanation would earn it a glimmer of mercy.

A new Master was always a guessing game, and Pet had never been good at games.

“Oh, honey, that looks like it stings, do you need some bandaids?” Master gently unclasped it’s hands and brought it’s injured one up to the light.

Pet knew this test. Master was ensuring that it knew it’s place. It was meant to give, not to take.

“No, thank you Master, your pet is not worthy of such wasted time.” it managed, it’s mouth dry, “Is there a task in which I could serve you?”

Pet hoped changing the subject would take attention away from it, but… Master still held it’s hand.

“Honey, could you let me do this for you, please?”

All of Pet’s training had not prepared it for this. Master was requesting to…be allowed to serve his pet?

Two conflicting ideas were beating together in it’s brain. “Obey Master’s every request” battled with “A pet is to serve, never to be served” and there was no clear answer.

“Y-your pet is-“

It blanked, it’s eyes widening as Master waited.

“Your pet will obey, Master. Your pet will submit to any whim of it’s Master.”

It’s voice was rough, unpleasant, and it knew it would be punished, but Master didn’t move, only looked at Pet a moment longer.

He opened his mouth, then seemed to change his mind.

“Thank you. Let’s go up to the bathroom, and we’ll get you fixed up.”

It followed Master up the stairs and into the bathroom, weak with relief. It had passed the test.

Master bandaged it’s hand, gently, like it had never been handled before, and then it was over, and it was left without instruction.

But also, without punishment.

It just needed to keep passing Master’s little tests.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

dehumanized pet whumpee. whumpee with a shock collar with their new name on it. whumpee forced to say thank you whenever whumper is hurting them. I’m really fixated on the collar/leashes thing. Like whumpee getting chained somewhere by the neck for hours and then being told they’ll be able to leave once they beg for food/water. Whumpee who’s whumper forces them to walk on all fours and drags them around by the leash wether or not they’re walking with whumper. Good dog/bad dog. Whumpeee forced to eat out of whumpers hand, whumpee who gets forced to stay up for days on end with the shock collar. Pet whump gives me brainworms

I don’t have anything to add to this because you’ve already captured it all. so. yes to every single word you’ve said.