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DEAR SOMEONE - ENTRY #2

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Okayyy so this is like more of an emotional whump tbh anywayss enjoy <33 There might be some errors so please ignore them <3

CW: trauma, veryyy depressed whumpee, hopelessness, intrusive thoughts, dissociation, captivity

Dear Someone,

I promised myself not to write in this stupid thing again. That it was a fluke, a weak moment. And yet here I am. Maybe that's the real joke. I told myself I won't give him the satisfaction but my brain just won't shut the fuck up.

It feels like there's a swarm in my skull. Incoherent voices always whispering something mixed with my own depressing thoughts. It's like a million people stuck in my mind, all speaking at once, screaming to get out. I can't even scream. Not unless I want him to tell me I'm spiraling. Heh. I guess, pretending someone is listening is better than going insane.

I stared at the wall for three hours today. Three. I counted. Because it was better than thinking. Because when I think too much, I remember and then it hurts. And if it hurts, I make mistakes. And when I make mistakes, he notices.

I hate that I'm writing this. I hate that I reached for this notebook. I hate trying to pretend that there's actually someone on the other side listening. I hate that he was right, that it helps. Not in the way he wants me to. But it does keep me from breaking down.

I think I'm afraid I'll start talking to myself out loud again. I did that once, months ago. Kept whispering to myself "you're okay you're okay you're okay". Just something to keep me going. He heard it though, and he laughed. Said I sounded like a child. Said I sounded like someone broken. Broken. I hate that word. Though, maybe that's because I'm trying to deny that it's something I am.

And then he didn't talk to me for three days. Didn't touch me for three days. Which you'd think is a gift. But the silence is worse, the waiting, the not-knowing. The desperation to have human interaction in some way even if it's from the person you hate the most.

I'm starting to forget what's real and what's just noise in my head. I hear footsteps that never come, brace for blows that land because sometimes they aren't even there. I can't make out whether there's speaking outside the door, or if it's just my own thoughts echoing too loud.

Ezra asked me today what I was thinking about. I lied, I said I wasn't thinking. He liked that answer, said it meant I was finally "letting go".

Letting go of what? My dignity? My self? My sanity? Maybe.

Some nights I just lie on the floor to feel something other than the uncomfortable bed. It, in it's own way, reminds me I have a body, that i'm still here. Because sometimes, I truly feel like a ghost in my own skin. It's like I'm just there watching myself from the ceiling floating.

That's when the thoughts come. The really dangerous, inhumane thoughts. Thoughts that make me feel evil, and that I only deserve all of this.

I can't write them here though. Because what if he reads it?

I wonder if this is how people lose themselves. Not in one big moment, but slowly, piece by piece until their's nothing left anymore. No name. No memory. Just... silence.

I'm scared of what I would become if this continues on for much longer.

Not just afraid of him. Afraid of me as well.

It's because I can feel it already -these small alterations inside myself, as if bits of myself are getting sanded off, polished out, scrubbed out. And it's not all at once. It's something gradual. Unnoticeable, almost. Like water dripping on a rock to hollow out. You don't see it until you look one day and realize there's less of you left than there used to be.

Some days, I catch myself doing what he wants before he can even ask.

I sit a bit more upright. I lower my eyes. I speak softer. I even thank him. And when I hear myself say the words, they don't feel strange anymore. They feel... normal.

And that terrifies me.

What if I wake up one morning and don't fight back when he touches me? What if I stop flinching? What if i smile when he calls me his and mean it? What if he wins? What if I no longer loathe him?

We all speak of breaking as if it's this massive explosion. Like it occurs in  and wails and shattered glass. I don't believe that it's as quiet as that. I think its when  you're frozen immobile as fragments of you that used to scream slowly start to fall silent until they dissapear completely. I think it's when you gaze into the mirror and don't miss the you that you used to be.

Is that what breaking really is?

Not the pain. Not the suffering. But the moment you forget to hate?

The shift from anger to acceptance. When you stop telling yourself, "No, this is wrong" and just go with whatever they do to you.

And the worst part is, I understand why it happens. The quiet is easier than the fight. The pretending is easier than resisting. There's only so much fight in a person. And he knows that, infact he's counting on it.

He wants me to be comfortable enough to stop questioning, to forget who I was before all of this.

I don't want to be obedient. I don't want to be silent.

But God, I'm tired.. I'm just so.. so tired..

I hate that a part of me just wants peace more than freedom, that it wonders whether it would be easier to just.. let go.

Because what's the point? No one's coming. No one knows I'm here. Maybe, If I just shut off everything, it won't hurt as much.

I wasn't going to write tonight.

But maybe, this is the only way to scream without making a sound.

Taglist: @anutz1234/ @nuriiz134/ @noeul-whumpppssssss1234/ @miireux134/ @lordcatwich/

@watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees/ @fraugustends/ @lolrop/ @cryptozoolliegy(let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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new saja boys concept art just dropped and YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THEY COULDVE BEEN SLUTTIER??

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What if?

Jinu's salvation

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Hellooo!! Ik i've been very offline lately (sorry about that i've been really busy with studies) But can someone recommend some whump novels please? like something i could buy off of Amazon? Something that would hook me in with all the torture and the pain lmao i need something really enjoyable for a flight.

Tyy lyy <33

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hey u still workin on 16 hour?

heyy yep the story's still going on but i fr cannot manage to get any free time because of studies so for now its on hiatus :(

Once, i get some free time I'm sure to continue it!

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”You didn’t think I actually loved you, did you? You’re so, so naive, love. So trusting… so… pretty. So stupid. You actually believed that I cared about you? That was cute. But.. this is where the game ends. I won.. and you lost.”

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”You didn’t think I actually loved you, did you? You’re so, so naive, love. So trusting… so… pretty. So stupid. You actually believed that I cared about you? That was cute. But.. this is where the game ends. I won.. and you lost.”

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:3

Found a picrew with a pretty good array of whumpy options so...make yourself as a whumpee, whumper, or caretaker!

Tagging anyone who thinks this looks like fun lol

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It's like two completely different people 😭😭😭

yooo I saw a couple people doing this and thought it looked fun!

irl vs online persona

using this picrew

tagging: @madarasfutureexspouse @romancedeldiablo @vani-ya @trassh-senpai @fugufishie @innosuke @thejoystickofaps4 and whoever else wants to <3

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Tagging anyone whose seeing this rn <3

Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this:

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

Thank you for the tag @machiavellli !

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eeeeeee so cutteeeeeeeee

I wasn't tagged, BUT I saw @phenanthreneblue do this and it was so fucking cute!

Look at me being a little guy

Tagging: @rayslittlekitten @emilykaldwen @foxinthegodswood @queen--kenobi

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Hello Hellooo My darlings! <3

I know I haven’t been online much lately, needed a break from literally everything. And I think, I won’t be around for the next week or more either. Sorryy😭Welll You can blame my breakup for that.

Like tbh at this point, I don’t even know why I even bother. Every time, it starts off so good. Sweet words, warm moments, the kind of affection that makes you believe, maybe this time, maybe this one won’t hurt me. And then you see them for who they really are. The first? Played me like I was nothing. The second? Wanted to keep me locked away, like I was some fucking possession. And now, this one. I really thought I’d finally found someone decent, someone good. But noooo. He wasn’t just controlling, manipulative, and possessive, he didn’t care about me. He only cared about his perverted thoughts. It was never about love. It was never about us. It was just another game.

So yeah, I’m tired. I'm fucking exhausted. And maybe I’m just not meant to be in a good relationship, because every single time, it just ends in another reminder that I was never really wanted, just used.

But hey.. Through all of this, at least one thing stayed.

Happy 2 years to this blog!!🎉🎊 Thanks for still sticking around my love's!! mwahhh <3

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Don't know if you're still interested in prompts but here's a few that came to mind! Don't feel the need to use all of them ✨

-vampire whumpee getting muzzled and/or force-fed blood (by carewhumper?)

-whumper puts a defiant whumpee into a stress position

- some kind of positive/negative reinforcement training to get a new, defiant pet whumpee to address their owner "properly".

Hope these aren't too specific! Love your stuff!

WOO LOVED THE LAST ONE SO THAT'S WHAT WE'RE DOING TYYY FOR THESE MWAHHH MIGHT USE THE OTHER ONES IN DIFF POSTS TOO ^^

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CW: Torture, electrocution, forced submission, psychological manipulation, captivity, dehumanization, physical and emotional distress.

The first thing they teach you in training is how to speak properly.

Not how to ask for food. Not how to beg for mercy. Not even how to apologize.

No, the first lesson is in respect. A lesson learned in blood, sweat, and the raw sound of your own voice cracking apart like shattered glass.

“Say it.”

Silence.

The instructor sighed, tilting his head slightly as he observed the pet-in-training. The defiance was still there, buried in those glassy eyes, though dulled by exhaustion. How long had it been now? Hours? Days? As if that mattered anymore. The lesson wouldn’t end until it had been learned.

Whumpee slumped in the electric chair, wrists and ankles bound together in thick, leather cuffs. Sweat, antiseptic, and the acrid smell of blood clung to the air. Their eyes burned from unshed tears, but they refused to turn their face away from the mirror that stood infront of them.

A one-way mirror. They knew that much. Someone was behind it. Watching. They wouldn't be surprised if it was Whumper. The bastard was always looking for excuses to hurt them anyways.

“Eyes up.”

A hand gripped his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to meet his own gaze. A shiver crept up his spine at whst he saw. He looked pathetic. Weak. His lips were split, the crust of dried blood a contrast to the fresh trickle seeping from the corner of his mouth. And yet-his eyes still burned with defiance.

“You know how this works.”

Whumpee flinched further into the chair when the instructor reached for the switch, and suddenly electric current surged through the their body. Their scream filled the room, echoing sharply off the cold, tiled walls. Their reflection twisted, jerking violently in place, eyes wide and mouth open in a soundless gasp when their voice finally gave out.

The room reeked of burned flesh. Whumpee panted in ragged gasps, their wrists and ankles bound to the chilly metal of the electric chair. The leather restraints bit into their skin, pinning them down even as every muscle in their body jerked and twitched from the last shock.

"Again."

Whumpee hardly had a moment to drag in a shuddering breath before the electricity again surged through their body. Their spine curved, their jaw locked so hard they could hear their teeth snap, a pained scream tore from their lips despite their resolve not to make another noise. Their reflection distorted in pain, the vision of themselves jerking and convulsing, eyes stretched wide and pleading.

"PLEASE!! STOP! PLEASE-!!" Another wave of shock cut them off and soon enough they found themselves mumbling begs and please's.

And then finally, the current stopped.

Whumpee slumped forward, panting, sweat dripping from their temples. Their fingers curled and uncurled involuntarily, muscles still twitching. The room was silent except for their own harsh breathing.

Then—click.

Their own voice flooded the room, broken and agonized, playing back from the recording.

"Please—" a whimper. A desperate sob. "N-no more—please—"

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut. They didn’t want to hear it. They didn’t want to listen to themselves beg.

The instructor crouched beside them, placing a firm, gloved hand on their shoulder. “You know what I’m waiting to hear.” His voice was calm, almost gentle. “All you have to do is say it.”

Whumpee’s throat tightened. They knew what they wanted. The right words. The proper address. A title of submission.

Their lips remained pressed together.

Another click. The recording reset.

"Please-"

Whumpee's stomach twisted. They couldn't do this. They wouldn't do this.

"Please-"

Something inside them curled into itself, ashamed, disgusted.

Whumpee shuddered. They turned their head away, but the mirror gave them no escape. They saw themselves. Saw the bruises blooming along their skin, the damp streaks of tears on their face, the trembling of their fingers against the armrests.

The recording continued. A collection of their own misery, their own proof of failure.

“You see, don’t you?” The instructor gestured towards the mirror, voice patient. “You don’t want to keep being this, do you?”

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, but it didn’t help. They could still hear. The shrieks, the gasping sobs, the choked, pitiful pleas from past attempts. All of it cycling, endless.

The instructor let the silence linger before exhaling, disappointed. “Very well.”

Another shock. Their body convulsed, bones rattling under the strain, throat burning as their scream tore through the room again.

Click. The recorder started anew. Their fresh agony joined the symphony of their own torment. The instructor merely stood, patient as ever, waiting for the inevitable.

They would say it.

They always did.

Eventually.

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I saw somehting similar to what you told about in the important post but I'm not sure if its the same person

If you have the url of that blog please please let us know!! anything similar is also okay! Any kind of information is appreciated!

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completed two chaps n a snippet!! Just a bit more editing and it will probably be out by tomorrow 8-9pm gst! <33

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"But you're about to go up there and act like a pleasant, obedient pet in front of my friends. You will smile at them, laugh at their stupid jokes, and if you dare to embarrass me I will make last night look like child's play."

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!!!IMPORTANT!!!

Was on my other account doomscrolling through whump content and what do I come across? Writing copied exactly the fucking same as mine. 16th Hour, Shackled By Royalty and my other popular posts all fucking copied. I accidently lost the user's name who was doing it and I did try a lot to find it again. I'm so so sorry about that but for fuck's sake, please if anyone finds something like that please please report them. This is not okay.

I don’t write, carving out time from an already hectic schedule, just for someone else to copy-paste it in seconds and call it theirs. I don't do that just to see a tag there underneath those stolen writings as #my writing. And mind you, these stories matter to me. It’s beyond disrespectful, it’s fucking theft. And it’s not just happening to me.

As I kept scrolling, I saw more stolen work. Some of which I recognize from @oddsconvert's "Play Pretend", @whump-queen's amazing stories, @whumpsday's "Jim and Kane", @whumblr's "Home is where the hurt is" as well as many others which I'm sure I've come across but I fucking know whatever it was was not by this person. These are writers who actually work towards there writing and I'm sure they find it just as disrespectful as me to find this out. And the worst part is, most of these writers probably don’t even know their work has been taken. It should have been caught sooner. Each post had around 50-60 notes and the most surprising thing is that there was no reblog or comment where at least one of them said that it wasn't their work but ours. But i guess, them being deleted is also a possibility.

So please, if you see this, spread the word. If you’ve seen anything suspicious, or if you know who this person is, please, reach out. I’m fine with my writing being inspired off of, but copying? Straight-up stealing my work? No. That’s not just a violation of me, it’s a violation of every creator who puts their heart into their fucking writing. I’m not okay with this. And I hope whoever did this, knows exactly what they’ve done, and feels ashamed of themselves. This is fucking plagiarism.

This community is meant to be a safe space—a place where your writing doesn’t have to be “perfect” to be shared. You don’t have to steal someone else’s words. Stop.