chainandfeather
Chain and Collar, Feathers and Fur
A pet whump blog, mostly. Generally SFW, but I might draw some of my OCs in mildly saucy outfits. Just a little place where you can join me while I torment my characters :)
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aaaah, thank you so much! :DD
oops forgot I had this
Branding :)
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oops forgot I had this
Branding :)
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oops forgot I had this
Branding :)
#my stuff#my art#Ferin OC#Aitherios OC#whump#whumpblr#nonhuman whumpee#whump art#whump tag#branding#cw branding#branding whump
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Whumper that treats pet whumpee like a lapdog meets whumpee who had lived their whole life touchstarved and hated equals the most toxic but enjoyable relationship either had ever had.
Whumper likes how whumpee leans into their touch, the way they panic when they leave the room.
Whumpee relishes the “best” treatment they’ve ever had, and chalks up the overly close and possessive nature of it to love.
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a writer who writes about taboo subjects doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they write what they write
an artist who draws dark, macabre art doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they draw what they draw
a writer who writes about taboo subjects doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they write what they write
an artist who draws dark, macabre art doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they draw what they draw
a writer who writes about taboo subjects doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they write what they write
an artist who draws dark, macabre art doesn’t owe you any explanation as to why they draw what they draw
hope this helps 🥰
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Hey guys, Tumblr appears to have shit itself again
So @emmettverse just got terminated. His entire account. No one can access any of his blogs, it’s all gone.
I’m really, really hoping it was an error on Tumblr’s part, but nonetheless: what the fuck.
In any case, he wanted anyone who commissioned him to contact him:
because Tumblr terminated my account out of nowhere (and with no emails about it whatsoever), and because i did not think to save a back up of my commission list (which is 100% on me), i do not know who commissioned me and who has already paid. there are some people who i have on Discord DMs thankfully, but if you were DMing me on Tumblr, PLEASE email me at [email protected] or message me on Discord (my username is emmettnet). i will still do your commission or refund you if you have changed your mind, but the last thing i want is for you to have wasted your money because i don't know who you are.
(directly copy-pasted from Discord, with his consent)
He can also be found through his Discord server.
please spread the word if you can. For any of his clients, for any of his followers.
#mare says things#important#whumpblr#whump community#this is pretty emotionally charged so apologies if I’m being a lil aggressive but#seriously#what the fuck
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You know those music boxes with the ballerina figures?
That but with a tiny whumpee having to hold a ballet pose as long as the music plays
Especially if they have to stand fully en pointe :) I know from experience that even holding demi pointe for a long time is torture
#my stuff#whump#whumpblr#whump prompt#whump ideas#whump inspiration#whump prompts#whump scenario#tiny whumpee#tiny whump#stress position
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Silly lil cheebs of some possibly upcoming characters, Akia (she/her) and Onyx (they/any)
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I did Era and Ferin too
Silly lil cheebs of some possibly upcoming characters, Akia (she/her) and Onyx (they/any)
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OKAY so I found the original text (or at least part of it), but looking it up (on Google, that is) only yields tags and individual blogs and not the post itself :|
Above him, the King smirks, fingers playing idly with Whumpee's hair. The members of the court are intimidated by his attack dog.
I might try harder to find it later but just a status update 👍
Random but does anyone have that one “king(?) whumper cards his fingers through assassin whumpee’s hair while the rest of the room sits there afraid of his attack dog” post? I swear I had it saved somewhere but I can’t find it
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Manners
CW: suggestive, creepy whumper, lady whumper, pet whump, water deprivation, muzzles, defiant whumpee, forced to beg
The glass of water on the table had caught her Pet's attention.
Scarlet noticed him stealing glances over the book in her hands, eyes darting between the glass and the floor. Longing. Oh it was simply adorable how he tried to hide it.
'How long should I make him wait?'
She raised the glass and took a nice long sip, the cool liquid refreshing. Her Pet's gaze held longer that time, a glint of desperation sneaking into his eyes. Chapped lips pulled into a thin line under his muzzle, and Scarlet knew he was trying so hard not to waste any remaining moisture in his mouth on them.
It had been days since she last allowed him to drink.
A consequence of disobedience.
Fluids and nutrients delivered intravenously would prevent any actual dehydration, but that did nothing to treat cottonmouth. The parched barren of his throat must be unbearable by now.
"You must be thirsty, aren't you, Pet?" she inquired. His eyes shot back to the floor, embarrassment marking his face at being caught. Scarlet chuckled. That pride of his made it too easy. "Come now, you remember your tenth rule, right?"
Mentioning the rules always made him flinch. Oh he remembered alright. She had made sure of that. Made him recite each one over and over, interrupting each mistake or refusal with a strike of her switch across his back.
He remembered them very well.
'Rule 10: Pets do not request, they beg.'
While knowing his rules was one thing, following them was another. And her Pet had a particularly difficult time with this one. A defiant little one, he was, but after several weeks of strict training, Scarlet had cracked his armor.
Some beautiful cracks.
The fear that flashed in his gaze whenever she entered his cell. The empty, resigned silence whenever she ran her fingers through his hair, or traced the masterpiece of scars over his skin. He was even getting better at remembering to call her 'master.'
Now Scarlet watched another crack form. Watched the show of emotions he failed to suppress: anger, humiliation, anxiety, craving. She took another sip from the glass and watched the unspoken threat fuel those last two. And soon she spots the exact moment of breakage.
He turned towards her and bowed his head. His voice weak and rasping.
"May I please have some water. . . Master?"
Oh how delightful.
It usually takes him far longer to beg. He must really be desperate. He didn't even growl this time.
The satisfaction was like a drug.
"Good boy," she smiled and he bristled at the praise. He despised it now but it'll be a matter of time before he's craving that too. She pointed to the floor in front of her chair. "Come here."
Her Pet hated to crawl, but he knew better than to attempt standing without permission. Oh well. He can be grateful his arms are bound in front of him today.
He avoided eye contact as he approached, a glare glued to the tile flooring. But soon, he was where he looked best, kneeling at her feet.
His hands rose to reach for the glass, a gesture Scarlet swiftly corrected by catching the chain connecting them under her boot and pinning them down.
"Pets do not use their hands," she scolded and he grimaced. She held the glass out, hovering it just above his head. "Tilt your head back and open your mouth."
His face flushed dark at that, the anger and shame making a reappearance. He had earned his reward, but he still had to accept it however she wished him to. Even if it was a display of power such as this. It was too late for him to refuse, but he almost looked as if he was going to try. Fortunately for him, the desire to quench his thirst won out. He obeyed, his jaws parting as far as the muzzle would allow them.
Scarlet poured slowly, wanting to savor his reactions. She could be a gracious master now and then. She was careful to let the water fall steadily in between the muzzle's wires.
To his credit, her Pet tried to remain stoic, composed. But as soon as liquid passed his lips, the animal need took over. Like an eager dog he gulped it down, leaning closer, squeezed his eyes shut as he craned his neck to catch every last drop. The effort failed him, as his movements made the drops catch on the muzzle, splashing over the metal. Well, that was his own fault. Glossy streaks ran down his chin and neck.
Scarlet licked her lips.
She should do this again, just with her favorite red wine. Painting her Pet's neck with dripping red would be quite enticing. And it would be an order then, rather than a reward. He won't be able to refuse, and won't be able to stop her from pulling him into her lap to lick the wine from his neck.
Oh how he will hate it. And she will feast on his helpless fear.
The last drop of water fell from the glass.
It's barely enough to satiate. Her Pet gasped for air, greedily seeking more where there is none. It will be a short respite, and he closed his mouth to prevent his breaths from stealing that back. Then he noticed the amused expression of approval on his master’s face and turned away, abashed at his behavior.
Scarlet curled a finger through his muzzle, pulling him back to face her. "Now what do you say?"
Another rule he had difficulty with.
Contempt twisted his features, and before he could think better of it, the words already left his mouth. "Go to hell."
Scarlet grinned. She can already taste his regret.
Time for another lesson.
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Silly lil cheebs of some possibly upcoming characters, Akia (she/her) and Onyx (they/any)
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Silly lil cheebs of some possibly upcoming characters, Akia (she/her) and Onyx (they/any)
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Have a Delta and Era drawing I never finished just cuz
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Have a Delta and Era drawing I never finished just cuz
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A character with the mentality, if I’m not dead I’m fine. They hold out under torture, go through extreme conditions like starvation and dehydration, and don’t shrink back from danger. Every time they feel themself getting scared they rebuke themself, sneering contemptuously at the fact that they would even think to act frail when they know better. Getting hurt is never a problem for them. It can’t ever be a problem for them because they have to.
Even if they do start to sniffle a little when they’re alone out in the cold, rocking while cradling a broken bone, knowing no one is coming to help them.
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Liking minor whump does not make you a bad person. Liking lady whump does not make you a bad person. Enjoying whump with POC does not make you a bad person. Enjoying pedophilic/incestuous whump does not make you a bad person. Liking NSFWhump does not make you a bad person.
Just because you enjoy these things in fictional settings, does not mean you condone them in real life. They are no better or worse than anything else we as whumpers create.
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