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sigmahimejoshi · 18 days
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Pillow princesses do nothing in bed except take my strap, look pathetic, and moan like a bitch what is there not not to like about that? They're like a cute fleshlight!
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sayruq · 2 months
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Click on the link to watch the video itself (it's not an easy watch)
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zonatcannibalism · 6 months
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"Aspec people are not monsters, they still feel love" Aspec people are not monsters beacuse we are living breathing human beings and not some cartoon villain. Some Aspec people don't feel love, not romantic love, not platonic love, nothing. Some allo people don't feel love too, even if they do feel attraction. That doesn't make us any less valuable. That dosent mean we don't have any feelings. Were not valuable beacuse we can fit your idea of what's good and "human", were valuable beacuse were people not hurting anyone and just trying to live our fucking lives. WE ARE NOT MONSTERS. were just different then you. The whole idea of love, romantic love, platonic love, familial love, a bond that is the most valuable thing ever and nothing can defeat, is something that some people could never reach, just beacuse we don't understand what it is. And thats ok.
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cer-rata · 2 months
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TW: racism
I think the way that comic book media has uncritically pushed anti-Arab racist propaganda (among other kinds) for decades upon decades is an important thing to acknowledge. Like it's not just a couple of bad apples here and there, it's always been pervasive. So many stories, so many villains, so many Arab coded fake evil countries. That kind of thing desensitizes people, dehumanizes entire groups. The politics of media designed for young men and boys (and not just them but for years that was the only audience that mattered, thanks sexism) has consequences.
Seriously, what was this:
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As far as I'm aware this never even got an explicit retcon.
I was a little Muslim boy in the mid 2000s reading a Death in the Family because I wanted to know what happened to Jason Todd, and I didn't understand the depths of the propaganda that was being fed to me. I was so desensitized to hearing about terrible things happening in the middle east, and evil terrorists that I didn't question it. And my parents talked to me about what was going on and how it was wrong. But I was still a little kid and I loved Batman and I wasn't at the point where I could really look at the narrative critically, to realize that the authors have worldviews that are biased. I don't think I even grasped that different people wrote the characters. Iran electing known super-terrorist-serial killer-baby eating clown The Joker to represent them because he understood their values is yes, notably crazy, but most of this stuff isn't so loud and obvious, and we didn't leave it in the 80s. Just look at what happened to the depiction of Talia and Ra's post 911 and how they progressive became less human. So just think about the generations of kids reading this crap who had no counter messaging at all. Where does that leave their empathy?
I'm not saying that everything we're seeing is the fault of comic books, that's stupid and reductive and insulting to the complexity of the reality. But what I'm saying is that a lot of these narratives are actively complicit in the kinds of inhumanity we're seeing. Marvel thinking it's appropriate to throw Sabra into a movie in current day is a glaring transgression but it's not some kind of strange outlier. Lots of those films are actively funded by arms of the American military, just look at Captain marvel and Iron Man. And if anyone likes imposing an agenda onto the narrative, it's the military. A lot of this is baked into the fiction, and we owe it to ourselves and others to actively contend with what that means.
I dunno I'm just mad, and disappointed and maybe a little guilty that it took me this long to really realize the full state of things. I spent a lot of time blindly consuming. Like these books were created to be aspirational, to show good people trying to make a better world. But as always happens when art is completely beholden to money, they still serve the politics of the ruling class at the end of the day.
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whumpsoda · 4 months
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if ur doing prompts may I request a pet whump where pets are so common that there’s been a serum invented to take away higher cognitive functions from whumpee’s and overload them in oxytocin. so while still them—they can’t understand how to read and miss many conversation cues. all they know is that they used to be scared, they’re treated nicely, and enjoy sitting by the fire
Inspiration finally struck, and I can’t say no to pet whump!! Taglist: @softvampirewhump
cw: mentions of vomit, pet whump, dehumanization, drug use, injection and needle
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The rugged man sighed, gazing down at the man defrosting at his feet. “Alright darlin’. It’s time for your medicine.” Whumper’s thick, gloved thumb glazed over his pet’s frosty cheek.
“Mmm…” the pet hummed, the words of his master practically flowing right over his head. Whumpee was far too enraptured in the sensation of the growing fire warming his chilled skin, as well as the plush feel of the blanket which engulfed him. 
Whumpee couldn’t exactly recall how he’d gotten so cold in the first place, but wasn’t very concerned with it. He’d probably just gotten carried away outside again. He just got so excited when Master would let him out, even in such a brutal winter. All that mattered was how nice and comfortable he was now, anyway.
He snuggled eagerly into the stroke of affection on his face, a lazy smile resting on his lips. 
Whumper was trying to pull away from his beloved book, an impossibly large one Whumpee had seen him engulfed in for days now. The pet was always shocked that Master was so smart, being able to get through such a thing, and even enjoying it.
Master flicked swiftly through the pages, the crinkle of paper mixing with the pop and crackle of the fire. The pleasant beat of heat on Whumpee’s skin was beyond enjoyable, and if he had a choice he would most definitely choose to be in such a state forever.
Reading, or trying to at the very least, was always a painful experience for Whumpee, a situation he was not a fan of. A pet wasn’t exactly fit for reading in the first place though, so it was never much of a problem he dwelled on.
Master’s fingers began to slip from his head, tempting to pull away. At the notice of Whumper’s touch beginning to waver, the pet desperately pushed his head back into the man’s hand.
He simply chuckled in response. “I need to get your meds, sweet. It’ll take just a moment ‘n I’ll be right back.” 
Whumpee whimpered dejectedly, savoring the last of the contact before his master fully pulled away. He held back the urge to beg for more, instead opting to be grateful that Master had been kind enough to grant him such a gift in the first place.
Whumper pushed his tired limbs from his beloved leather chair next to the fire place, his thick socks shuffling on the floor as he walked past. The pet could faintly pick up the noise of his master bumbling around the kitchen, gradually becoming increasingly nervous with what was to come.
Whumpee didn’t like the injections, or the medicine itself. The injection hurt, and no matter how slight or insignificant, he did not like it. He especially wasn’t fond of the way the drugs made him feel, spinning his animal brain in circles and bringing bile up his throat.
But he couldn’t not have the medication. All pets took it, he knew that much. And if Master said he needed it, then there was no doubt he did! Even if no amount of good behavior could seemingly get him out of it.
Whumpee was snapped from his thoughts by the sudden sight of Whumper towering over him, sweetly ruffling his damp hair. The pet wished he could have enjoyed the affection more, as his stomach churned with growing discomfort.
He wriggled in his fuzzy fabric pile, becoming visibly upset as he listened to Whumper ready his tools. “Hush, boy, you’ll be fine. Same stuff as always.” 
The words did close to nothing to calm his nerves, simply washing through one ear and rippling out the other. His struggles were only halted by the commanding grasp of his master’s glove on his chin.
Master was strong, strong enough to punish any slight disobedience in the blink of an eye. As much as Whumpee disliked it, he quieted his dismay.
“I know you hate it, but there’s no way around it. Your meds help you stay such a good boy. Don’t wanna turn naughty now, do you?” Master questioned.
Whumpee shook his head energetically, staring up with pleading eyes. Of course he didn’t want to be bad! He wouldn’t dream of it, Master had to know that!
As if the pet had answered aloud, the other man gave him a satisfactory smile. “Of course you wouldn’t. So be a good boy and stay still for Master, alright?” 
Whumpee tried his very hardest to keep himself still and tense, only guided by the clutch on his chin. He fearfully clamped his eyes tight, sticking his lids together with all of his might.
Familiar sounds spread around him, ones he desperately tried to shut out in fear of making any mistakes that could irritate his master. “Doin’ so good, darlin’. Just one moment and we’ll be all done. Still for just one more second.” 
Master’s soothing voice licked his delicate ears, almost distracting him from the sense of the needle descending to his pale flesh. 
The prick of the edge puncturing his skin was almost instant, as well as scarily alarming. Practically against his own will Whumpee lurched forward, the nick seering in a jolt of pain. Whumper gripped his frame firmly in response, almost painfully so.
Whumpee squealed frightfully. Pet didn’t like it! He didn’t like it, he didn’t like it! Master always said it wasn’t a punishment, yet it always felt like it! 
Whumper’s gloves dug into his exposed skin, only encouraging Whumpee to struggle more. 
“Okay, okay, we’re done!” The grip restraining Whumpee disappeared in an instant, leaving the ghost of an angry touch.
His breaths continued, yet ragged and shaky. He noticed the creep of tears in his eyes, no matter how eager he was to prevent them. Whumper cleaned up his tools, gathering them to return to their rightful spot to ready them for the next time. “S’all over now, boy. We’re all done.” Master soothed, a slight tinge of annoyance prevalent.
A light flame of anger lit deep inside of the pet. It wasn’t over, not yet. 
Whumpee jerked forward yet again, grabbing for the rug below him to contain himself. A wave of painful thickness was settling over him. His vision was quickly growing fuzzy and bleak, the room swaying around him. A warm, thick slurry rose, sliding up his throat and lingering just there. He tried to regain himself, an act that quickly became futile as his strength lessened. The pet’s limbs shook, weakened and afraid.
With glossy eyes and sickly sight he searched for his master, who was sitting comfortably in his chair once again. Whumpee could only make out a pleased smile on the man’s face as the pet clung to his pant leg. 
Whumpee gagged fearfully, the sick sense tainting his throat. His brain was swimming, cotton and clouds making their way inside. His thoughts were becoming gummy, slowing and allowing himself to calm. Coherency was hard to reach, and he soon gave up on the task.  As long as Master was around, he’d be fine.
Whumper put a hand to his pet’s swaying head, guiding the man against his own leg. Whumpee’s sluggish muscles were thankful for the help, surrendering to Master’s whims. 
With his thoughts so hard to reach, his limbs so tired, and the pain subsiding, Whumpee was gradually calming, melting into his master. Hearing was fuzzy, as well as most things at the moment, but he could mostly make out Whumper’s purr of words.
“Relax now, darlin’. It’ll be fine in a bit. Gotta keep you all nice and good, right? Be a good boy and take a little nap while you’re all out’ve it.” Whumpee cuddled further into the man, desperate to follow him. His blanket was soon placed softly back on his shoulders, as his drool drowsily trickled onto crusty denim fabric.
Whumpee was losing consciousness, a pull he was fully willing to give in to. Master said he should, and so he would, simple as that. As long as he could be a good pet when he woke up, the hurt would all be worth it.
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a-whumped-tea · 11 months
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"What's wrong?
You think people shouldn't be treated like this?
Well, I have to agree. People shouldn't be treated like this.
But you aren't a person, are you?"
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reid-whump · 11 months
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How can you dehumanize a whumpee?
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE TROPE!! SEND MORE DEHUMANISATION ASKS PLEASE
use them as an ash tray!
force them to kneel next to you as you work!
shock!!! collars!!!!
carving their owner’s initials into their back!
using them as entertainment at parties!
sharing them with friends!
pulling their hair to meet their owner’s eyes!
assigning them a new name one might call a pet!
draw pretty patterns into their skin!
training them not to be disobedient!
giving them a treat when they’re good!
alter their appearance to your liking!
have them repeat that they were worthless!
don’t let them sit on furniture!
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suspensefulpen · 4 months
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White Collar
TW: Dehumanization, Implied Pet Whump, Shock Collar, Chain Restraints
Whumpee hated silence. It made them feel lonely. And there wasn’t a single feeling they despised more. Whumper hadn’t been down to the basement to torture them in sometime. Only to feed them. They wondered what brought this change about. Did Whumper want to give them up? Or was Whumper ignoring them? Why weren’t they coming to hurt them anymore? 
Whumpee began to do things that they knew would rile Whumper up. They screamed, they shouted insults, they pulled at their chains, all in hopes Whumper would hear and come punish them for it. But they never did. Eventually, Whumpee gave up on trying to get their attention. 
One day, Whumper came down to the basement empty handed. Whumpee sat patiently, waiting for their next move. 
Whumper crouched down in front of Whumpee. “You’ve been shouting for days, Whumpee. Yet every time I’ve come down here, you don’t say anything. Do you want my attention that badly?” 
Slightly now embarrassed by the fact, Whumpee nodded slowly. 
Whumper hummed. They were unable to hide their smile. “Well if that’s how you feel, I have something for you.” They stood and went back up the stairs. Several moments later, they came back with a box in hand. Curious, Whumpee watched as Whumper opened it. Inside was a white dog collar with Whumpee’s name hanging from it. 
“Um… what’s that for?” 
“You, obviously.” 
“Me?” Whumpee stared up in horror. 
“Yep.” Whumper fastened the collar around their neck, ignoring the look on their face. They adjusted it and leaned back to admire their work. They pulled a remote out of their pocket and showed it to Whumpee. “It has a little shock to it. That way, next time you start screaming and it’s not important, you’ll stop.” They smiled. 
“But–” 
“Ah, ah, no protesting.” Their smile widened. “Plus, it looks even better than I imagined around your neck. If you want my attention that badly, I’ll turn you into my pet. That way, there won’t ever be a time you won’t have my attention.” They hummed at Whumpee’s expression. “Let’s get started with training, shall we?”
Part 2
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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month
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Azula was not spoiled.Ozai did not favor her because he loved her but because she made the perfect child soldier.It's canon that he never gave her genuine affection,only praise for living up to his expectations and just because her abuse wasn't physical like Zuko's dosen't mean she didn't have it 'as bad him as him'.It's also canon she's as scared of him as he was because she knew the second she slipped up he'd hurt her too and he's the reason she was isolated from her peers except the two he raised her to deem 'worthy' in Ty Lee and Mai.Call Ozai's treatment of Azula what it was,because he might not have done that to her but the term is not exclusively sexual:Child grooming
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sigmahimejoshi · 7 months
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You weren't made for work, my sweet doe. You are supposed to be a fleshlight that sits pretty and looks cute because everyone knows that's the only reason why someone as pathetic as you would be put on this world. Any other job would be too much for my little baby, so you should stick to being a free hole instead of getting an education or getting a job since being a sex toy is what you're good at
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sunsetcougar · 2 months
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I'm imagining during one of the first "friendly matches" between Vaggie and Lute Lute goes violently out of the control almost like she was trying to kill Vaggie again but she starts to lose her composure and starts ugly crying, bawling and spiraling until Vaggie finally puts a stop to the fight as millennia of emotional repression come spilling out of Lute.
This becomes the catalyst for Lute's genuine redemption as she unpacks everything she has dealt with being dehumanized and controlled by Heaven.
It happens in an instant. Lute goes from friendly sparring to suddenly aiming for Vaggie’s eye, throat, wings, stomach, anywhere and anything that could cause serious damage.
Some of the hotel residents feel vindicated. They were right. Lute’s the same vicious killer they’ve always known, she hasn’t gotten any better. But they’re also scared of what Lute could do to Vaggie but they can’t intervene without risking hurting Vaggie because they’re so tangled together and they’re both yelling and feathers are flying and there’s blood on the ground and suddenly Vaggie shoves Lute off of her and- Lutes… crying?
It’s enough of a shock to make everyone freeze for a minute. Lute, whose always so stiff and stern and cold is completely breaking down right in front of the hotel and can’t seem to stop herself.
Lute has been alive 172 years, has participated in 171 Exterminations, and not once in all that time has she been anything but Heaven’s prized hunting bird. She remembers, still, those first few hours after Sera created her. She remembers the way Sera looked at her with distaste and upset, how Adam was always either uncomfortable around her or aggressive and how neither liked when she matched their reactions.
But they’re the flock leaders. They’re the ones who made her. Her purpose is to serve them. So she suppressed her reactions, her emotions, the parts of her they didn’t like. But it was never enough. Sera still doesn’t look at her with anything besides disappointment and distaste. Adam still cringes away from her when she gets excited.
She thought she was okay with that. Shes lived with it for 172 years. She’s okay.
Then she sees Vaggie. Vaggie who doesn’t have to hide anything, who can express her emotions and desires and not be shut down or chastised, whose actually truly loved by her flock leader. Why did she get all of that? Why did the defective hunting bird get to be happy and loved and Lute, the one who has strived her entire existence to be perfect, still isn’t good enough? Is something wrong with her?
Lute’s entire purpose is stripped overnight. And… she’s not allowed to react. She’s not allowed to show her anger and fear and pain because now she has to take care of her entire flock and please Sera she’s trying why can’t anyone see that she’s trying but she’s not enough she’s never been enough they all made that perfectly clear and maybe she’s the defective one and-
It’s just… too much. It’s been too much for 172 years. But what’s the use of a hunting bird who falters? Whats the use of her?
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whump-allthe-way · 9 months
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whumpee being so dehumanised and stripped of their human rights that when they’re rescued a simple “what do you want for dinner?” sends them spiralling >>
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laurikarauchscat · 8 months
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Queen Pavetta and her pet beast.
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The Queen of Cintra keeps a monster chained to her throne.
She feeds it scraps from her own plate with her hands, and leads it lovingly to her bedroom each night.
It is said the beast fathered all of the Queen's children...
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whumprince · 1 month
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Torture with exposure to natural elements (sorta?)
Once i have read of a type of torture that become one of my fav tropes of whump.
It basically consists of killing a big animal (horse, cow/ox etc) and taking out all the inner organs, left only its carcase.
And then we put our already-half-beaten Whumpee inside it, hands and legs tied so they cant escape. Maybe nothing in their mouth so we can hear their screams and pleads.
With the Whumpee inside it, the carcase is sewed where it was cut open, and is left in a place with sposure to sun and rain and vultures and etc.
Then, whumpee might become little bit insaner each day that passes. They lost track of time, hungry and thirsty and in a terrible postion, their abused body aching more and more for days. The smell of rotten meat is suffocating, the flies and larvas starting to meet their body. They can feel the vultures beaking their putrid wrapping.
They scream for days. Until their throat is sore and their voice is gone.
But only what is left for them is madness.
When whumpers take them out of that carcass, after some days, they cant really tell anymore if they're dead or alive.
(Pls add more if you feel like so!)
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dragondoodling · 2 months
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Ok, I don’t think it’s discussed or acknowledged enough how dehumanizing Alastor is to Husk. Like, for one, since Alastor has owned Husk’s soul he hasn’t worn his suit
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he’s wearing suspenders now, but he can’t even wear his suit? Second, Husk had a yellow (orange? Can’t tell in this lighting) and black color scheme, then after he has a red and black color scheme (like Alastor). Finally, Alastor has BLATANTLY told Husk that he is A PET. I understand that this dehumanization isn’t really touched on, but I don’t think it is recognized enough.
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maxbeloved27 · 2 months
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fuck Israel.
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