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snakebites-and-ink · 12 days

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Whumper-Turned-Caretaker CYOA 6

CW for the series | Masterlist

FYI: I might not update this next week because I have a lot to do for school including exams, but I should be able to go back to my normal updating schedule after that!

You chose to tell them that obeying is a more important rule than earning their food, so they should obey when you tell them to eat.

You lower your face to Whumpee’s level and look them in the eyes. “Whumpee. I know only eating once you’ve earned it is a rule you’re used to living with. But obeying me and cooperating is a rule you’re supposed to follow too, yeah?”

A look of fear overshadows their face as they realize the implications of that. They probably feel trapped between a rock and a hard place with the rules at odds with each other like this. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s the more important rule. I expect you to be obedient. You’re not going to be punished for doing what I tell you to. Now, eat.”

Whumpee nods. They still look fearful but they pick up the fork and finally start eating.

You watch them the whole time to make sure they don't try anything sneaky to avoid eating their food. This probably means that you’ll have to outright order them every time they need food, but they are eating without getting hurt so you’ll consider it a win.

“Good,” you say as they finish. You debated whether praising obedience might send the wrong message for their recovery, but at this stage you figure it will do more good than harm. They need the reassurance that healthier behaviors are a good thing and they’re not going to be hurt.

You get yourself some food as well. Whumpee appears to take it as a good sign that you sit down to eat, instead of doing something about them having eaten without doing something to earn it. And once they seem reasonably convinced that you’re really not going to punish them for it, they do look happier now that they have a full belly.

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whumpinthepot · 19 days

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Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 12. Decision

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Content: Giant/tiny, tiny whump, pet trope/whump, kidnapping, cages, loss of mobility aid (prosthetic leg), solitary confinement (non descriptive), manipulation, power dynamics, fear, female cast

Ashley’s Pov

Poll winner: Let Hamster decide what to do with Soap Scrub.

ART, WRITING, AND POLL UNDER THE CUT

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A row of ideas fills your mind on what to do with this pest. Just as you’re thinking of chucking the whole jar out, you look at your little girl's face. Hamster’s eyes are full of worried tears and it dawns on you to get her input on the matter.

Placing the jar with the tiny man inside in a different room, you return to converse with Hamster. Admittedly you sway the options in your favour when speaking to her. Picking her up, you wipe her tears and brush back her curly hair. “Do you want him gone sweet pea? I can get rid of him for you,” you roll the words slowly, “Or, would you like a new friend?” A careful smile spreads across your lips while you rub her back gently. “I think he could warm up to us. He could be a new model for our blog. Who knows, if we got rid of him he could get hurt again. He would be safer with us don’t you think?”

Hamster frowns slightly with pressed lips. You can only guess her worries and reassure her. “Don’t worry honey bunny, I would never let anyone hurt you. Ever. If he’s not nice we can make him go away after all.”

Hamster hums and then nods her head. She smiles some, and dare you say she’s starting to get excited by the idea. You give her a little kiss on the cheek and explain that it might take some time to become his friend. She’ll have to be patient with him. You also tell Hamster that she gets her cast taken off in the next few days, giving her more to look forward to.

Once that's settled, you go into the room where the pest was left alone. He’s there in the jar with his head slumped against the glass. He becomes alert when you get closer.

You rest your arms on the dresser with your face close to the jar to talk to him. “I know it was you who scared her before. Tell me what happened.”

The man reacts exactly how you want, and goes rigid. “I- I never hurt her. Ask her. When she fell off the counter a mouse was going to attack her, and I scared it off.”

“And then?” You raise a thin brow.

“And then, what? That's all that happened,” he defends quickly.

You watch him for a second as his eyes dart around, then break the news to him. “I’ve decided to keep you. It's that or I sell you and who knows what could happen to you then. I won’t hurt you as long as you never upset Hamster. M’kay?”

“You have to be kidding me…” Tears well up in his eyes and he cradles his bandaged hand. “Can’t we make some soft of deal? I- I can do what ever you want if you let me go after. Then you’ll never see me again, I swear.”

Furious, you pull the jar closer just to startle him, who does he think he is trying to negotiate as if he has any leeway. “That is the deal, little boy. You’ve caused a lot of stress to my pet, and now you’ll pay it back to her with nothing but kindness. Do that and I’ll make sure you’re comfortable, well fed, and I won't hurt you. If you don’t, well… I’ll sell you and who knows where you’ll end up. Snake food? Some kids live Barbie doll? Neglected, starved, forgotten in a tiny. Little. Jar?” You tap the glass with your long nail between words. “The choice is yours.”

The man is left speechless with his mouth gaped open and his hair sticking out everywhere. You take a second to breathe deeply to calm down. The thought that you're taking this overboard clouds over you - but he really did cause a good amount of grief for you last week. "So, tell me your name or I'll come up with one." You smile, feeling just slightly sadistic. "Maybe Rat, Pest, or maybe Hamster can choose."

“It’s Soap.” He chokes out in a tiny voice.

You snort at the strange name, but wild pets are usually an odd bunch so you don’t hound him on it.

“It's nice to meet you, Soap.”

The next few days you set things up as a precaution. Making sure there are no other wild pets in your home, getting Hamsters cast off, setting up an escape proof cage for Soap, and isolating him just enough for him to crave the company of yourself and Hamster. On the fifth day of leaving him in the dark alone, you enter the spare room to check in. He’s sulking, hidden under a toy that you’ve given him in his cage.

“Soap?” You use a softer tone than the last time you two spoke, “Are you ready to come out? What would you like to do?” You give him a few options to choose from and offer to give him his doll leg back if he cooperates.

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(Multiple options may be used depending on the top poll winners)

Thank you @alittlewhump for looking over my chapter <3

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befuddled-calico-whump · 7 months

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Wesgoesbrr: The Game

After much deliberation, you decide it can't hurt to make a few more incisions. The star of the show has already shown off his ribcage, why not treat his audience to some guts as well?

You move your tripod closer, giving the camera a full view of your workstation, then put on a fresh pair of gloves---for what must be the eighth time. You'll have to request a budget for disposables on your next mission---and grab your scalpel. Your captive's pleas when he sees what you're about to do are so pathetic you almost reconsider.

But you've never been much for backing down.

Once everything is splayed out, nice and visible, you really start getting your hands dirty, plunging them into warm entrails and drawing more ragged screams from your guest. Eventually, you get bored of playing with his intestines, and pull away.

Your victim has stopped letting out shrieks of pain, now letting out small whimpers on every exhale, his eyes half-opened, staring at nothing, his body shuddering uncontrollably.

Even with the life-prolonging drugs you've given him, it looks like he's at the end of the line. Oh well. You've done everything the Fleet's asked of you and more.

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not-a-space-alien · 1 month

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Savage Sunset Choose Your Own Adventure 29

Story masterpost

Series is for 18+ audiences only!

All entries in the CYOA

So, I've realized I'm not as excited about the CYOA as I have been in the past, which is why I've been taking so long between entries. But instead of abandoning it, I'm going to finish it off and make it have an even 30 parts. This will be the last entry where you can choose which direction it goes in, so let's decide together what the ending will be! No nuance, you have to pick one option here, and I will write something to cap it off nice and neat by extrapolating from the vibes here.

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"....What? Mushrooms? Why?"

Valen immediately goes red all the way to the tips of his ears, which twitch. "They're naturally high in a compound that is of interest to me for a research project." He sounds mortified to be talking about this. "I'm sorry. I won't come back for them. I'll forget all about it. That's all it was. I would never come here to harm any humans."

"Um," Felix says. "I don't really get it, but that's too silly to make up as a lie, I guess."

Valen sinks down, shoulders at his ears, not making eye contact.

Well, now you know. The vampire you've rescued was here collecting mushrooms for a research project. He seems...decent enough.

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cuteangsty · 10 months

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Pet shelter whump (interactive)

ask for blond to help

The blonde kneels to his level and attempts to touch his sholder, but he recoils. his muttering is getting lower as he rubs the right side of his face with his hand.

"I can't... no more... already..." there are the only audible words you could piece together.

"we'll just bathe, ok?" the blonde rubs his back despite him flinching

You walk to the bathtub and splash some of the water. you tell him It's warm and confortable. the brunette peeks through his sholder, his glare is very suspicious of you, eventhoght he doesn't seem sure of where you are exactly.

"no...it burns..." the brunette whispers turning his back again, his hand, now touching the bandages at his abdomen.

"here, feel the water first..." the blonde pulls him to the bathtub, the brunette seems to resist a little, but not as much as before.

the blonde pulls his hand to the surface of the water as repeats that everything is ok. The brunette, seemed to be calming down at first but suddenly goes back to trying to pull away full force.

"no! NO! please! noo! n-!... huh..." he pleads until his fingertips reach the water. He stops to think for a moment. the blonde smiles

You ask the brunette if the water is in a good temperature. he peeks at you again and imediantly starts to untie the bandages through his body, strugling a lot to do it on his own, so the blonde helps him take it of.

You look away for a moment, letting them have their privacy to take of the underware and get in.

The blonde is the first one to get in and dip his head in the water, the brunette enters slowly, still unsure of the water. you accidently turn back to them to soon. and he is still getting in. the glance you took of his body is just... terrible.

You feel bad for thinking that, but, there was a reason for the bandages, clearly... what did they do to him...?

You couldn't see his back very well but the chest had huge burnt scars spreading all over it in a similar pattern to his face, it's impossible to tell what happened, a few smaller dots seem to have been done with cigarettes.

you look away imedtiately and only turn back when you hear the small splashes of them sitting down.

"master... um..." the blond calls you "can we have the duckie?" asks pointing at the rubber duck on a shelf

you smile and put the rubber toy on the water.

You pick up the soap, the shapoo and conditioner. you decide that perheaps it would be better to wash the blonde first, so the brunette can 'see' what's going to happen. You start to scrub the blonds arms and chest as he makes little waves pushing the rubber duck around, noticing that the brunette seems very interested in it.

You tell him it's a rubber duck.

"hm? the... um... yellow...?" you reply positively and push the duck closer to him as you move your hands through the blond's hair. It's very matted, you though it was 'dirty blonde' but it trully is just dirt, where did they even keep these pets?

the brunette seems a little unsure of the toy.

"is dead?" he doesn't seem alarmed just curious. You reply that no "but... It does not quack..."

You take a deep breath and tell him it's a toy, not a real duck, he doesn't seem to understand very well, but is still pleased by it's presence, soon he starts to play with it himself, making little splashes even grabbing the duck for a while, studing the texture.

you turn your attention to the blond again, when he winces in pain. you ask him what's wrong. before the response could leave his mouth you notice the spot you were scrubing, there is a deep scar on the scalp, looks very surgical, almost unoticeble, hidden under his hair.

"um... it doesn't hurt..." the blonde laughs unconfortable.

You decide not to touch on that right now, let's unpack their issues later on, they just got here...

You finish with the blond and decide to let him clean his lower half. the moment you approach the brunette he glances at your direction, but then looks back at the duck, almost like a warning 'I hear you' but somewhat feels like progress 'I'm ok with you near me'. He even seems to relax more when you massage and scrub his hair, thoght goes back to his usual tension once you finish it.

You give them a towel each and wait for them to get dry. the dryer's noise stratles them a little, but the blonde seems to somewhat accept it, but you notice him covering the scalp on the scar's spot as you dry his hair. for the brunette, you decide to disable the heat, he doesn't seem to like hot things near him. he still covered his face and ears, even shaking a bit, when it got too close to him he grabbed the blonde for support.

after you finish with them in the bathroom you decide to let them rest on the couch for a while.

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I'll give them the names you guys chose on the next one, I'll probably write it fastes, since I'm on college recess :3

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dokidokisadness · 11 months

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From the latest chapter part 4

#anime boy #digital art #oc #original character #whumpee #whumplr #whump art #digital painting #caretaker #whumper #interactive whump #interactive story #box boy au #box boy whump #box boy universe

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captain-bo-bob-bobby · 6 months

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Whump Café

"Hello, and welcome to your local Whump Café! Take a moment to look over our menu and figure out what Whumpee you want! Don't forget to sign each Whumpee you order with their new names!"

MENU BOARD #1: COMMON WHUMP TROPES

- Pet Whump

- Captivity Whump

- Medical Whump

- Hero/Villain Whump

- Whumper to Whumpee

- Caretaker to Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #2: WHUMPEE TYPES

- Defiant Whumpee

- Stoic Whumpee

- Shy/Scared Whumpee

- Conditioned Whumpee

- Broken Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #3: WHUMPEE SPECIES

- Human (default)

- Vampire

- Werewolf

- Elf

- Dwarf

- Brownie

- Lich

- Hybrid Type 1; (Cat, Dog, Bunny, etc.)

- Hybrid Type 2; (For Example half werewolf half vampire, half human, etc.)

- Aquatic (Mermaid/Merman, Siren, etc.)

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

MENU BOARD #4: WHUMPEE ADD ONS

- Male Whumpee (default)

- Lady Whumpee

- Enby Whumpee

- POC Whumpee

- Disabled Whumpee

- (And many more! Just ask if we have it and we'll give it to you if we do!)

[Reblog with your order, or comment it if you'd like.]

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quietly-by-myself · 1 year

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Treasure of Ruin - Part 1

Welcome to my interactive story to commemorate 300 followers! Here, you'll be able to play as purely a whumpee or a whumpee & caretaker (caretaker options might not appear depending on what you choose). I plan for this to be 5 parts

CW: bloodbag whumpee, noncon drugging, vampire whumper, mafia whump, dislocation, stress position

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The smell of must and mildew fills your nose as you awake. The next thing your senses present you with is pain. Pain beyond measure. Pain beyond what you’ve felt before. Well, perhaps not. You’ve been through a lot, being the bloodbag of a mafia underboss. So maybe, just maybe, the pain is familiar.

Your vision is blurry. Your Master was always fond of drugs, but you don’t quite understand why you were given them.

That is, until the memories come back in one big rush. You defied a mafia underboss. You’d never been strong enough to do it before. Not to one so old, powerful, and violent as your Master.

However…

What he’d promised, you couldn’t comprehend.

As you awake more from your drug-induced slumber, you take in your surroundings. You’re hung by your arms, dangling, feet off the ground. One of your shoulders is surely dislocated. You aren't sure of where you are and aren't sure you've been here before.

What’s in front of you is perhaps more pressing in your mind than the dislocation in your shoulders. There are piercing violet eyes in front of you, ones that stare deep into your soul - your Master.

“My dear, I see that you’re awake.” He has a wicked smile on his face. “Are you ready for your punishment?”

He hums a little. “Though it’ll probably have to wait. I have bigger things to attend to than you right now.” He nods to himself. "You understand, I'm sure, after all this time as my bloodbag."

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whumpsday · 1 year

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Choice of the Hunter #4

COTH Mastertag / Kane & Jim AUs Masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, captivity

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"What do hunters usually do when they come down here?" you ask it casually.

The vampire very clearly does not like this question, the fear returning to its eyes in full force. "They hurt me, sir," it says stiffly. Before you can respond, it seems to think better of its terse answer. "They beat me and cut me and burn me with silver and worse."

Its eyes drift to the supply closet for a moment before returning to you.

"Or sometimes they just humiliate me, make sure I know my place, which-" It cuts itself off, apparently deciding not to share its opinion on the subject. "Or they'll get creative. I- I know I deserve it, sir, but please. Please, I'll be good, please have mercy."

The vampire looks up at you pleadingly from where it sits in the corner. It's not like any vampire you've ever seen before. Not like the ones you fight or even the ones you chase off. Definitely not like the ones that gave you the gashes in your side that still flare up with pain every damn day. But it's still a vampire, and a vampire doesn't end up captured by hunters if it was in human territory for any good reason.

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snakebites-and-ink · 26 days

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Whumper-Turned-Caretaker CYOA 4

CW for the series | Masterlist

You chose to clean their wounds with soap and warm water.

You figure soap and water is your best bet. Thoroughly cleansing, but gentle. You set up a towel to catch runoff. You’re not giving them a full bath right now, just focusing on washing out their wounds for the time being. You make sure the water is at a comfortable temperature, then set to work cleaning their cuts.

Though it’s a relatively gentle way to clean them, it still stings somewhat in the open wounds. You suppress a smile as Whumpee hisses in pain. Just because now you want to do what’s right doesn’t mean you’ve lost all your sadism.

Once you’re done, you gently pat them dry with a clean towel. You wash your own hands as well. It wouldn’t do to ruin the wound-cleaning with a careless touch.

You apply butterfly bandages to the deeper cuts to help them close. Then you wrap all their wounds in normal bandages. That should take care of the major concerns, as long as you make sure nothing gets worse.

You catch Whumpee’s eye. “If you start to see any signs of infection, or things start to get worse instead of better, tell me, okay?” you say seriously.

“Yes sir, th-thank you,” they respond timidly. Right. You should probably address the titles thing too, now that you’re trying to work towards their recovery.

You consider what your next priority should be. You figure a bath would be silly right after putting on bandages. Whumpee probably got clean enough when you washed their wounds anyway. You mentally move a proper bath off of your list of immediate concerns.

You give Whumpee a clean outfit to change into and have them put the old clothes in the wash. You should replace that with some better quality clothes sometime, but until that happens it’s best to have it cleaned to make sure they’ll have something to wear that fits them okay.

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@kabie-whump, @whumpanthems, @whumpsoda, @3-2-whump, @generic-whumperz, @taterswhump, @alivenova, @whumped-by-glitter

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whumpinthepot · 4 months

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Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 11. Jar

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Content: Loss of a disability device, trapping, mending wounds, sticky trap, fear/begging, power dynamics, Giant/tiny, pet trope,

Pov: Soap Scrub

Poll winner: Get the tape off with oil, bandage him, then cage him.

ART, WRITING, AND POLL UNDER THE CUT

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This is it. You’re going to be killed by the human. Squashed like a bug under her thumb unless you can talk her out of it. Except when you open your mouth nothing but air comes out in a strangled huff.

Ashley stops staring at you, and puts Hamster back in her cage in a hurry. She comes back and hovers her hands out in an unsure motion and for a second you think she might slam her palm to flatten you. Instead, she grabs some supplies from the cupboard. Some oil, gloves, scissors, and bandages. She sets them all down around you, staring down at you with more disgust than worry.

“P-Please don’t kill me!” You finally find your voice, but it comes out in a desperate squeak, “I’ll do anything…”

“Were you the one who hurt Hamster?” Ashley’s voice booms over you, and she slams her hand onto the counter next to you. You scream in terror, recoiling as much as you can without yanking on your trapped skin.

“Wh-What? No! No, I didn’t hurt her at all. Ask her. Right? Girl?” You snap your attention to Hamster who’s staring at you in worry from her cage. Her lip is trembling, and she’s holding the bars.

Ashley looks over to her pet, and her face goes from terrifying to nurturing, “Did this boy hurt you, Sweetheart? Mummy can make him go away, don’t be scared. You can tell me.”

Hamster glances at you, and you shake your head quickly, silently pleading at her to save your life. Hamster copies you, and shakes her head. She looks close to tears herself and reaches her hand out to point at you, then makes a grabbing motion.

“Did he scare you before?” She changes the question and tilts her head slightly. She starts putting the gloves on while keeping her attention on Hamster.

Hamster pauses, and looks at you again. You shake your head more desperately, with fresh tears welling up in your eyes. You’re sorry. You’re really sorry…

Hamster starts to nod, but then stops, and shakes her head vigorously. Maybe she’s figured it out that you’re about to be killed. She reaches towards you with more force, her face pressing against the bars.

“Are you worried about him…?” Ashley hesitates, and then pulls Hamster cage closer to the sink so she can see better, still talking to her. “Oh Honey, I’m so sorry I scared you. I won’t hurt him, okay? Please don’t cry…” She puts her finger into Hamster’s cage and rubs her cheeks softly.

You can’t believe it, Hamster might have just saved your life. Tears fall off of your chin with relief. Still, when Ashley’s fingers come near you the fear is overwhelming and you feel as though you might faint. She pauses, waiting for you to start breathing again. “Don’t be so scared, I’m helping you,” she says, then squints. “Hey, wait a minute. Is that my jacket?!” She pulls your coat out of the goopy mess, and holds it up to her face.

You start apologizing profusely but she stops you. “We’ll talk about this after.” She chucks the jacket off to the side and grabs the bottle of oil.

The human starts dabbing oil around the sticky parts of the trap, and carefully picks the whole trap up with you on it. You yelp, and cower with your head bowed, but she simply places you in the kitchen sink so she can keep working.

She’s rough, and prods at your skin with an oiled gloved finger, “You know, I don’t believe her, but I won’t hurt you. I would never do anything to upset her. You know that right?” It sounds like a threat towards you, and you grit your teeth with a pained cry when she pops your damaged hand free.

You can’t see Hamster from the cold metal walls of the sink, but you know she’s right there listening. Ashley seemed to value Hamster’s opinion, and it would probably be in your favour to suck up to the pet to keep her more inclined to vouch for your safety.

You plead with Ashley while she oils around your face, and she flinches away as if you’re about to bite her. “What- What are you going to do with me? I- Please let me go! I promise I’ll- You’ll never see me again!”

“I don’t know yet.” Ashley murmurs, pulling the piece off your face with a yank. It pulls a chunk of your hair out with it and you cry out, cradling your face.

Her hands move down to your prosthetic doll leg before you have time to recover from the assault. When she pinches it, your panic spikes.

“Wait- Wait, no, don’t touch that!” You’re growling, and grab at her finger to try to stop her. Ashley pulls away with a sharp startled inhale, like you scared her, and her expression goes dark.

Two fingers are suddenly pushing you down against the sink floor, and your leg is twisted off with a harsh tug. You scream, and she lets go. You watch your leg get lifted out of sight, and you start to sob. You’re immobilized without it, or at least at an extreme disadvantage.

You can hear Ashley reassuring Hamster again, and you curl up into a ball with your free limbs, crying uncontrollably. Ashley oils up your legs next and starts massaging them free, until your sore raw skin is separated from the trap completely.

She must feel bad at this point because her sadistic tone dissipates, and she’s suddenly apologizing and telling you not to cry. She wipes your wounds with antiseptic wipes, which sting badly but you’re already crying uncontrollably so the noise doesn’t make much difference, “I can’t afford another vet trip, I'm sorry…” She’s apologizing again, and you have half a mind to tell her off. But you don’t. She could hurt you too easily, and you’d have to be an idiot to bait her right now.

The bandages go on next, and you’re sniveling with hitched shaky breaths. When her hand wraps around you in the motion to pick you up, you can’t take it. You push away from her and duck out of her grip, trying to crawl away from her. “Please stop touching me!”

Ashley pulls her hand away with her mouth turned down, then she grabs an open jar to hold out to you. “Get in this then.”

You look at her like she’s insane. “To be trapped?! No way… You have to let me go, I’m not a pet!”

Ashley sighs, and pushes you in with a frightful lurch. Her strength is incomparable to anything you can do, and you’re brushed into the jar like a dust bunny. You tumble when she lifts it, and land at the bottom with your knees and elbows smashing against the hard glass. You’re placed in front of Hamster so she can see that you’re okay. Well, as okay as you can be. Her eyes are puffy from crying.

The lid is screwed on after Ashley stabs some holes in it, so you’re really trapped, but you’re given a thimble of water and some granola to hold you over. Hamster and Ashley are both staring at you expectantly. Ashley starts asking you some questions about yourself, but you’re too upset to talk. You’re not telling her your name, or where you’re from, or how you lost your leg, but you do have to stay alert. So you just stare at her with your back pressed against the back of the jar.

You’ve never been so scared in your life…

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shywhumpauthor · 11 months

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To the Victor the Spoils—Part Four

Pillar

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Cw: noncon stripping (Nonsexual, just a shirt) abuse, implied torture/whipping, restraints, stress position

You glare directly up at the King and spit in his face.

The room goes still.

Dead silent, as if in the same moment every guard had caught their breath.

For a moment, the King doesn’t move, every hint of amusement that had previously been visible dropping from his expression.

He takes a step back, hand dipping into the pocket of his robes to pull out a small silk cloth, which he uses to wipe his face, a terrifying, cold emotionless look on his face. He drops the cloth to the floor, carelessly letting it flutter to the carpet, a regal dignity to each action as he steps forwards once more.

His palm cracks hard against your cheek, the force of the slap snapping your head to the side and nearly knocking you to the ground. The sharp sound echoing throughout the vast chamber.

“By the throne.” A lick of fury leaked into his voice, but his expression remained composed. You don’t understand at first, but he wasn’t speaking to you. The guards behind you closed in, grabbing you by your bound arms, wrenching you up and dragging you forwards.

Two tall pillars framed the throne, probably five paces to either side, back a stride. Behind those, tall windows that opened to the ceiling, letting a bronze light flood in.

The marble was carved decoratively, certain spires making it look almost like the thorns of a rose as they twisted and wound together. Hidden among them, you can see only as you are dragged closer, the hooks on either side, short dark straps hanging down from them, just about level to one’s head, a certain wear to the stone just below.

You are dragged across the platform and shoved against the pillar, the ridges digging brutally against your chest. A hand grasps your hair, shoving your face against the column as two more work at the shackles around your wrists. When your arms are freed, you aren’t given a moment to even think about fighting, before they’re seized in the guards’ iron gloves, one to either side, and it is now that you notice the buckles attached to the straps, as they are fastened around your wrists.

Your legs are kicked out from under you, and you fall, face scraping against the marble as you are forced to your knees, protest screaming from your shoulders, stretched and aching from hours pinned behind you, now turned to fire as they are pinned above your head. What hadn’t seemed too high standing, it was only a few moments before the muscles all throughout your arms and back began to burn, stretched past extent.

Something grabs the collar of your shirt, plain fabric ripped clean from your torso and discarded to the ground, leaving your back, unmarked skin exposed and bare.

“We’ll see how many lashes it takes until you’re begging for my forgiveness.” The King spat, stepping to your side. Glaring down at you with icy, piercing blue eyes, he smirked.

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not-a-space-alien · 20 days

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Savage Sunset Choose Your Own Adventure 30

Story masterpost

Series is for 18+ audiences only!

All entries in the CYOA

So, the audience chose the first option for the finale--"Encourage Valen to stay as long as he wants. Talk to him about his project more."

After giving it some thought, I realized this is basically the route Lex and Ari went in the actual story, and so the sequence of events would likely not be significantly different! So I thought the best way to end this might be to decide what would happen on each option.

Sorry for not giving a more detailed ending to send this out with a bang! But hopefully you will enjoy some of these scenarios and feel free to imagine how it would go! Not sure if anyone would have any interest in doing so, but you're all perfectly welcome to write your own fic about it.

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Encourage Valen to stay as long as he wants. Talk to him about his project more.

As I said the winning option would go basically the same way as canon, except Felix and the narrator would be there instead of Lex and Ari. Lex and Ari would probably eventually snoop around and become secondary supporters, the way Bailey and Jerome do in canon. Valen would probably eventually end up with a unit of six hunters invested in protecting him.

Keep Valen here and make it known what a horrible mistake the hunters made.

Valen is nervous about you telling anyone, but if you're able to convince him to stay and let you go public with it, he hunkers down and braces himself for the attention. It ignites an absolute shitstorm of national arguing--public opinion in areas where vampire attacks are not common is overwhelmingly on Valen's side--and those in areas who do live at risk of vampire attacks argue it's very easy to take a moral high ground when you don't live in danger yourself.

The director is a politician at heart and cares very much about the guild's public image, so Nick is fired and jailed. The director asks Valen to leave to avoid more attention, but the rest of the guild rallies to his side as happens in cannon, so eventually the director backpedals and lets him stay. The fact that everyone knows he's there means Valen is continually anxious; unlike canon, where his presence is kept more lowkey, he starts getting volumes of letters--both supportive and hatemail. The window of discourse in public life shifts to talk about whether or not vampires should have human rights.

Get Valen out of here, then make it public what happened.

This goes the same way as the previous option, except Valen isn't there to feel threatened by the attention. You keep him updated on the situation, until one day you can't get ahold of him again. A few weeks later, he gets off a frantic phone call that he's been pressured to come back to the Kithrara estate, and your group of 6 supportive hunters plan the same epic breakout that happens in canon. It ends the same way as scenario #2.

Get Valen out of here as soon as you can--he isn't safe. You can stay in touch.

You hurry Valen over the border ASAP, then have regular phone conversations with him. He's once again pressured to come back to the Kithrara estate, except this time you haven't spent enough time with him for his first instinct to be to call you. You never hear from him again--He eventually realizes he needs to leave Priscus and musters up the courage to do it, but by then he's basically too scared to call you again.

Get Valen out of here and never speak of it again. Hope you don't get caught.

You toss him over the border and don't get caught. You never hear from him again. You live with the incident in the back of your mind for the rest of your life, wondering if you made the right decision.

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cuteangsty · 11 months

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Pet shelter Whump (Interactive)

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finally, I finished the drawing, so where did we stop? oh yeah...

no crate. just the car, back seat (caretaker route)

the lady follows you to your car at the parking lot with the 2 pets on the standard dark blue leash from the shelter, you glace at them. both visibly nervous. the brunette is gently holding the blond by shirt, walking behind him. you wonder if perheaps his sight is worse than you previously imagined. the trainer herself seems skeptcal of letting them loose in the car, but agrees to it anyway.

#984772, the blonde is very eager to jump on the back seat, although a little confuse he is a very good mood, while #860617 had a lot of trouble getting in.

"go on, honey〜! your new owner is waiting〜!" the lady sang quite impatient, trying to push him in as "not rudely" as possible.

"um..." he finally enters the car and crawls to the other pet as fast as possible. he seems to whisper something on the blond's ear as he taps the the seats, the windows and the doors of the car. you try to listen to their conversation, but the only thing you manage to pick up was the blonde huming in agreement, you guess that blind pet probably asked about the crates.

You say good bye to the trainer and start the car, #860617 jolts in his seat. It will be quite a long trip, the shelter was pretty isolated from your small town.

you didn't even notice it, initially but, the blond pet has already opened his window and is enjoing the breeze, tho his good mood isn't enough to calm down the brunette. he is in a very unconfortable position, trembling and clawing the seat. it seems like he has never been in loose in a car before, it makes sense considering he has only had one previous owner. every move of the car causes him to jolt or flinch. you start to think perheaps it wasn't a good idea to let them loose like this.

about 1 hour has passed since you've been driving, the blind pet seems to have calmed down a little, but not much. You're already getting in your neighborhood.

your current inventory:

1 bag of cheap dry pet food

1 sample of a more expensive pet food

2 chewtoys

2 collars w/ leashes (they are wearing)

6 chocolate chips

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whump-in-the-closet · 11 months

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13. How it's Done.

previous.

cw: forced to hurt, knife cuts, torture, inhuman whumpers

You look at the knife and then at Valian.

They stay silent.

The eyes of all three agents are on you, watching with a calculation that hides exactly how much they’re enjoying this.

There’s no way out of this. The horror leaves a taste in your mouth like death. But what can you do? You can try not to step on the blood as you cross the grass. So you do. The walk is over far too soon. Before you know it, the knife is glinting in the light, hovering over Valian’s back.

Valian is shaking, forehead pressed into the tree. Braids fall around their face and you find that you’re grateful you don’t have to look them in the eye as you do this.

A small mercy.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

Steel and blood.

No answer.

You trace a thin line down Valian’s shoulder with the blade. It’s enough to draw blood, but more of a scratch than anything.

Behind you, there’s a hiss of displeasure.

So you drive another line into Valian’s skin.

You hear a hiss that’s more of a growl. The sound echoes like it comes from a cavern.

Another scratch.

“Stop.”

You freeze, and a drop of scarlet blood rolls down the edge of the blade. It continues on its path down your wrist. Down your wrist, along your arm.

“You have failed to show your fealty to us and to the Council.” You’re pretty sure it's the leader who’s speaking. Her voice doesn’t echo, or burn. It’s deeper than both of the others. You’ve heard stories of the god of death as a child and you think this is what death would sound like.

Monotone.

Horrifying.

A creeping warning in every one of her words.

You turn slightly, clutching the blade with sweaty hands like it’s a lifeline. Why are the corners of your vision darkening?

You’re not that scared.

Yes. Yes, you are.

The agents stare down at you. Judge, executioner, and jury. All with four arms. The leader waves Solis forward and she takes the knife from you.

She grabs the knife by its blade, and though it cuts her, there is no blood. She smiles, showing all her teeth.

“Let me show you how it's done.”

It happens so fast, it's a blur. The knife is a flashing blur of steel and Valian’s back is nothing but red.

Your vision is red. And black. You can’t watch this.

Solis rips open Valian’s back. Shreds it like its paper. A whip couldn’t inflict more damage than Solis with the knife.

You’re vaguely aware of Valian’s choked cries. The roaring in your ears muffles most of the screams.

Behind you, a voice echoes. “Watch this. Do not look away. After Solis is done, your own suffering will commence.”

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why-not-ask-me-a-better-question · 1 year

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Since so many people liked my pet profile I decided I’d give the interactive story thing a go and made up a few more profiles.

Oh! Hello there! Welcome in! Are you looking for a pet today? We happen to have three ready to be adopted out! I’ll let you have a look and just let me know which one you’d like to see today. We have all potential owners spend at least 30 minutes with their new pet to make sure they are a good fit. I can take you to the introduction room and we’ll have a trainer bring in your preferred pet. Did you see one you liked? (I’m not sure why it didn’t show up but all whumpees are microchipped.)

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