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So I wanted to try my hand at the mlp infection au stuff! Im calling it the Crystal Crises. I do plan to do more with it and have a story when I have the time.

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for the 🥚 requests 😳 can we see Logan getting filled from both ends (mouth and bussy)? id like to see how big he can get, especially later on when the eggs get bigger 👀 maybe with a focus on how much his belly hurts? my condolences for your blog getting flagged, and sorry if this wasn't the correct place to send requests, I couldn't send any asks to your new one 🩷

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thank you for the condolences, and no worries! i forgot to turn asks on so i just resent your ask to this blog xD

i'll admit, trying to figure out the logistics of the eggs going from mouth to womb was squicking me out, so i decided to use android Logan from the Space Mafia AU...with parasite eggs! it's not talked about in the art, but these eggs basically hatch inside of androids to infect them like a virus and allow someone who isn't the admin to take admin controls.

⛔ WARNINGS AND LINK ARE UNDER THE READ MORE! BE WARNED FOR NSFW TERMS USED! ⛔

the link below leads to a folder with two folders called Egg Cam Version and No Egg Cam Version. both folders have four pictures that contain: explicit NSFW, double penetration (mouth and vagina), noncon eggpreg, android whumpee, belly bulge

there is a tryptophobia warning for the Egg Cam Version, which shows the cluster of eggs filling whumpee's body.

thank you for reading and/or interacting with this post (liking, reblogging, commenting) if you do! <3

CLICK HERE TO READ 🥚🥚🥚

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Egg Taglist: @icyheart-and-friends @interdimensional-chaos @sad-boys-anonymous @dokidokisadness @goronska

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Gnomes, those small but mighty creatures of folklore, have always been known for their resilience and ability to adapt to any situation. They have been able to thrive in the harshest of environments, crafting homes out of natural materials and using their clever minds to find food and protect themselves from dangers. However, there is one species that has played an integral role in the survival of gnomes – crows.

Crows, often depicted as cunning and intelligent creatures in literature and mythology, have a surprisingly symbiotic relationship with gnomes. These feathered friends have been crucial to the survival of gnomes for centuries, and here's why:

Alarm System

One of the biggest threats to gnomes is predators, whether they are other animals or mischievous humans. However, crows have a keen sense of sight and can spot potential danger from afar. They have a distinct call that alerts gnomes to any nearby threats, giving them enough time to hide or prepare for a potential attack.

Food Sharing

Gnomes are skilled farmers, but even they can face challenges when it comes to their crops. During times of drought or famine, crows have been known to share their food with gnomes. These birds have a varied diet and can easily forage for insects and small animals, making them a valuable source of food for gnomes in dire situations.

Nesting Partners

Gnomes are known for their expert carpentry skills, but they can benefit greatly from the help of their crow allies. Crows, with their sharp beaks and strong claws, can help gnomes build sturdier and more secure homes, providing them with a safe and comfortable place to live.

Messenger Birds

In their secluded lives, gnomes have limited contact with the outside world. That's where crows come in. These birds can fly long distances, making them perfect messengers for gnomes who need to communicate with other communities or seek help in times of need.

Warning Signs

Gnomes are highly attuned to nature, and crows have been observed to have a deeper understanding of their surroundings. Crows have been known to sense changes in weather patterns, alerting gnomes of potential storms or natural disasters. This information is crucial for gnomes to make preparations and protect themselves and their homes.

The bond between gnomes and crows goes beyond simple survival needs. Both species share a deep connection with the earth and have a mutual respect for one another. This alliance has enabled gnomes to survive and thrive in the ever-changing world of fantasy.

In conclusion, crows are inarguably essential to the survival of gnomes. Without their feathered friends, gnomes would face a significant disadvantage in their fight for survival. It's a reminder that even in fictional worlds, the power of alliances and symbiotic relationships cannot be underestimated.

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Re:draw series

I missed drawing Birb! I have no idea where to go with his story, that's why pictures of him and Caretaker are scarce. Anyway, here's the redraw of one of the first art involving Birb's caretaker. Love me some feral caretaker ❤️

Suggested by @notactuallyatreefrog

Old version :

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When caretaker tries to make small talk with whumpee and realizes whumpee forgot most of their vocabulary, how to form a sentence, etc,

When caretaker realizes whumpee is so unused to speaking, talking feels physically impossible,

When caretaker sees whumpee struggling to keep his words coherent. They talk about events that never happened, make sentences that don't add up to last one, tell stories with no ends and ask nonsensical questions,

Caretaker has no idea how to respond to any of that they just try to smile and carry the conversation. Whumpee doesn't seem to notice the sudden changes of subject anyway.

Whumpee: "what time...sunset was...water...next week...uh... please?"

Caretaker: "yeah ok... You must be thirsty... We've been talking for quite a while now... Want some water, right?*

Whumpee: "...while."

When caretaker catches whumpee hiding food. They never eat. The food rots and they still think they can keep it for later,

When caretaker catches whumpee staring at their own scars. They seem confused as to why they're there.

When caretaker has to calm whumpee down from a hallucinatory episode.

When caretaker sees whumpee embrace and mimic their whumper's actions.

Whumpee starts to go out of their way to hurt insects on purpose, say mean things about themselves and others, maybe even attack caretaker because whumper didn't like them or just to have someone to hurt.

But when caretaker brings it up, whumpee either denies it. As if they could never replicate such actions or fully embraces them. yes, they want to hurt, they want to be like whumper.

When whumpee's condition gets worse instead of better. Maybe the surgery was too invasive, maybe whumpee's body is rejecting the prosthetics and medical equipment, or maybe it was all too late. Caretaker can make it more comfortable, but can't avoid the inevitable.

When caretaker sees that whumpee is okay with death. Whumpee wants to rest, they are too tired to fight back and they know it.

When caretaker realizes that they can't actually make it more comfortable. Whumpee will be in pain and there's nothing they can do.

When whumpee isn't okay with death. They are scared. They have so much to live for yet. Can't caretaker just keep them alive a little longer?

And no they don't want to be drugged to make it easier on them. Being unaware of the end just makes them even more afraid and there's nothing caretaker can do about, besides watching whumpee twist and turn around in pain as they beg to have just a little more time on earth.

How can caretaker be so mean and not do anything to sabe them?

Or caretaker will have to watch a drugged whumpee smiling and laughing unaware those are their last moments.

Maybe whumpee is even making plans for the next days. They are speaking so slowly in such groggy poorly arranged sentences, they die mid sentence.

Can anyone think of more?

How to Make Caretaker's Heart Sink

Something that made Caretaker's chest sink and feel heavy and painful

When Caretaker saw Whumpee for the first time after disappearing for a long time, he was very weak and even unconscious,

When Caretaker saw Whumpee lying still on his bed, too sick and tired to even open his eyes and make a sound,

When Caretaker saw Whumpee's weak hand, he moved around looking for Caretaker's hand because he didn't want to leave it,

When Caretaker saw Whumpee, who struggled because he was uncomfortable, he tried to remove the medical device while he was in a semi-conscious phase,

When Caretaker saw Whumpee, who had to be helped even just to drink,

When Caretaker saw Whumpee screaming in fear in the middle of the night,

When Caretaker saw Whumpee, who was uncomfortable while sleeping, moving restlessly in his delirium

When Caretaker saw Whumpee's blank stare,

When Caretaker bathing and putting clean clothes on Whumpee,

When Caretaker saw Whumpee crying silently,

When Caretaker saw Whumpee, who was confused about the things he had forgotten due to trauma,

When Caretaker heard Whumpee groan in pain while sleeping,

When Caretaker heard weak words from Whumpee's mouth, like "Hurt" "Water "Help me" "I can't breathe" "My body feels heavy" "My head feels spinning",

When Caretaker felt Whumpee's weak and thin body in her arms,

When Caretaker saw Whumpee's body, which was covered in bandages and bruises,

Is there anything else to add?

#whumpee #whump #caretaker #caretaking #whump writing #whump scenario #whumpee x caretaker #caretaker x whumpee #comfort whump #recovery whump #medical whump #whumplr #whump prompt dialogue #whump prompts #whumpee death #tw death

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parents be like "my daughter turned out completely fine!!" your son whines like a dog when he jerks off

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Rescuers/medics bringing in a more “emotionally aware” member of their crew to talk to a recently rescued Whumpee, who has spent the past few days lashing out and refusing any treatment.

They’re crouched behind their bed when Caretaker walks in, wide eyes watching them intently. They know Caretaker can see them—the bed is giving them a sense of security, Caretaker figures, a barrier between them and anyone else.

Caretaker keeps their voice soft, but loud enough that Whumpee can hear them. “Hey,” they start.

“You’re Whumpee, right?” They only nod to themself, knowing the answer. “I’m Caretaker…” They notice the apprehension in Whumpee’s stare.

“I’m not a medic, don’t worry. I just want to talk to you, would that be okay?”

Whumpee finally nods. Good, an acknowledgment.

Caretaker slowly lowers themselves to their knees, stopping at eye level with Whumpee. Notably, they hadn’t attempted to come any closer, nor attempted to move Whumpee from behind the bed.

“I heard you were a little upset this morning. Is that true?”

Finally, a verbal response.

“Yeah.”

“I heard you got pretty angry, with the medic. That true, too?”

“…Am I in trouble?”

Caretaker shakes their head, resting their hands on their knees. “No, not at all. I just want to understand what happened. Do you know why you were angry?”

“…No. I just didn’t want them near me.”

They hummed in thought. “Well…I’ve also heard you haven’t been able to sleep since we brought you here.”

Whumpee was silent, but frowned.

“I know I always feel pretty crappy when I can’t sleep. I get angrier than I mean to. Do you think maybe that’s why?”

“…Maybe.”

“Well, that’s alright. I can help you figure out how to get some sleep, we can talk about that too. But do you remember specifically why you lashed out at the medic today? What did—“

“He grabbed me. I don’t want people to grab me. He wouldn’t stop grabbing me.”

Caretaker nodded again, shifting their jaw as they listened. “That makes sense. I probably wouldn’t like that, either. What if he asked to touch you, before he did?”

Whumpee was silent again, but they quirked their head to the side. Considering.

“I’m sure we can all do that, asking to do things. We can tell you what we’re doing, before we do it. So you know how we’re helping you. Would that help? I think that’d be a lot less frustrating.”

Whumpee mumbled, now. They’d come closer to the other side of the bed.

“Maybe, yeah.”

Caretaker smiled warmly. “That’s good, I can tell them that. Now…I wanna help you get some sleep. I think that’ll help you feel a lot better, too.”

They watch Whumpee quietly as they climb back onto the bed, careful not to move too quickly themselves.

“Is it hard to sleep in here?”

No answer again. Caretaker glances over to the window.

“It’s pretty bright outside, isn’t it? Even with the parking lot lights at night. I can get some heavier curtains, if you’d—“

“It’s hot.” Whumpee’s voice is barely there, a hushed mumble.

Caretaker’s eyebrows raise, their expression a relieved smile. This was good.

“Yeah? I can’t sleep if it’s too warm, either. Here, I can…” They very slowly rise to stand, keeping eye contact with Whumpee as they do so. “I can lower the temperature, that’ll help a lot. I’ll just make it a little cooler in here…I can make sure you have water at night, too. Nice cold water.”

Whumpee watches them closely as they adjust the temperature, less apprehensive than before.

Caretaker suppresses a chuckle at Whumpee’s expression. “You look pretty tired, Whumpee. You wanna try sleeping again?”

“…Maybe.”

They let Caretaker help adjust them into a sleeping position, leaving the blanket by their ankles for now. As Caretaker goes for the light switch, Whumpee calls out one more time.

“Will you come back?”

“Sure I will, Whumpee. I’ll check on you a lot, you can ask for me whenever you want. Why?”

“I…liked talking to you.”

“I liked talking to you, too, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s prolonged nap that day was the best sleep they’d had in months.

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Rescuers/medics bringing in a more “emotionally aware” member of their crew to talk to a recently rescued Whumpee, who has spent the past few days lashing out and refusing any treatment.

They’re crouched behind their bed when Caretaker walks in, wide eyes watching them intently. They know Caretaker can see them—the bed is giving them a sense of security, Caretaker figures, a barrier between them and anyone else.

Caretaker keeps their voice soft, but loud enough that Whumpee can hear them. “Hey,” they start.

“You’re Whumpee, right?” They only nod to themself, knowing the answer. “I’m Caretaker…” They notice the apprehension in Whumpee’s stare.

“I’m not a medic, don’t worry. I just want to talk to you, would that be okay?”

Whumpee finally nods. Good, an acknowledgment.

Caretaker slowly lowers themselves to their knees, stopping at eye level with Whumpee. Notably, they hadn’t attempted to come any closer, nor attempted to move Whumpee from behind the bed.

“I heard you were a little upset this morning. Is that true?”

Finally, a verbal response.

“Yeah.”

“I heard you got pretty angry, with the medic. That true, too?”

“…Am I in trouble?”

Caretaker shakes their head, resting their hands on their knees. “No, not at all. I just want to understand what happened. Do you know why you were angry?”

“…No. I just didn’t want them near me.”

They hummed in thought. “Well…I’ve also heard you haven’t been able to sleep since we brought you here.”

Whumpee was silent, but frowned.

“I know I always feel pretty crappy when I can’t sleep. I get angrier than I mean to. Do you think maybe that’s why?”

“…Maybe.”

“Well, that’s alright. I can help you figure out how to get some sleep, we can talk about that too. But do you remember specifically why you lashed out at the medic today? What did—“

“He grabbed me. I don’t want people to grab me. He wouldn’t stop grabbing me.”

Caretaker nodded again, shifting their jaw as they listened. “That makes sense. I probably wouldn’t like that, either. What if he asked to touch you, before he did?”

Whumpee was silent again, but they quirked their head to the side. Considering.

“I’m sure we can all do that, asking to do things. We can tell you what we’re doing, before we do it. So you know how we’re helping you. Would that help? I think that’d be a lot less frustrating.”

Whumpee mumbled, now. They’d come closer to the other side of the bed.

“Maybe, yeah.”

Caretaker smiled warmly. “That’s good, I can tell them that. Now…I wanna help you get some sleep. I think that’ll help you feel a lot better, too.”

They watch Whumpee quietly as they climb back onto the bed, careful not to move too quickly themselves.

“Is it hard to sleep in here?”

No answer again. Caretaker glances over to the window.

“It’s pretty bright outside, isn’t it? Even with the parking lot lights at night. I can get some heavier curtains, if you’d—“

“It’s hot.” Whumpee’s voice is barely there, a hushed mumble.

Caretaker’s eyebrows raise, their expression a relieved smile. This was good.

“Yeah? I can’t sleep if it’s too warm, either. Here, I can…” They very slowly rise to stand, keeping eye contact with Whumpee as they do so. “I can lower the temperature, that’ll help a lot. I’ll just make it a little cooler in here…I can make sure you have water at night, too. Nice cold water.”

Whumpee watches them closely as they adjust the temperature, less apprehensive than before.

Caretaker suppresses a chuckle at Whumpee’s expression. “You look pretty tired, Whumpee. You wanna try sleeping again?”

“…Maybe.”

They let Caretaker help adjust them into a sleeping position, leaving the blanket by their ankles for now. As Caretaker goes for the light switch, Whumpee calls out one more time.

“Will you come back?”

“Sure I will, Whumpee. I’ll check on you a lot, you can ask for me whenever you want. Why?”

“I…liked talking to you.”

“I liked talking to you, too, Whumpee.”

Whumpee’s prolonged nap that day was the best sleep they’d had in months.

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The animal is quite skittish. Despite being alone in the quiet room, able to do whatever it pleases, the creature chooses to spend days pressed up against the corner, terrified of imaginary punishments that don't seem to come. Even as Imran steps into the room to swap old food for a fresh serving, the biopet still doesn't move much from its spot despite being so obviously terrified of him. Every step makes Horus flinch in fear.

He had been so patient with it up to this point, giving the injured creature plenty of space and a consistent environment to help soothe its nerves, yet Imran still couldn't help but feel concern. It hasn't eaten in almost a week, it barely moves from the corner of the room, it whimpers if the man so much as looks it in the eyes. At night it cries itself to sleep, the soft sobbing carried through the house tugging painfully at Imran's heartstrings.

The bruises and cuts which littered its body blossomed into horrifying shades of crimson and purple, areas where he hadn't even noticed the animal was hurt seeming to be bruised as well. In fairness, his eagerness to remove the creature out of that squalid situation likely played a part. He should have inspected Horus better, assessed the damage more calmly, actually planned what to do once he got home. Not that it seemed to mind.

Imran doesn't know whether or not it's even intelligent enough to understand what's happening around it. In the eyes of an animal, the constant change in environments, owners, even down to the rules it's supposed to follow, must be extremely stressful. In a way, he almost hopes Horus doesn't understand, so that it may be spared the burden of knowing the full extent of what it has gone through.

It takes almost another entire week before Imran catches the faintest glimpse of progress, the slightest sliver of hope. The animal, hungry and desperate, had slowly dragged itself to the food bowl. He caught it passed out right on top, so exhausted it didn't seem to have had the energy to drag itself back. Food, he hoped, could be the way to coax the biopet out of its shell. To get confirmation that his strategy was working made Imran elated.

Perhaps one day he could live to see a situation in which Horus would truly be happy and healthy.

Perhaps then, and only then, he could feel like he atoned.

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[tw panic attack, past trauma]

Whumpee knew there was something wrong. They always knew. That had never been the problem.

The problem was that nobody had ever listened.

So they stopped talking about it. Whenever they got sick, whenever the trauma got too overwhelming, they just bottled it up and swept it under the rug. Nobody cared. Not talking about it was less painful than trying and being ignored.

But it was really bad today. The delusions were strong, the hallucinations crept up on them way too fast, and soon they were overcome with the most debilitating terror they had ever experienced.

They sat on the edge of their bed, motionless, trying and failing to calm their racing heart. Everything was too much. Everything was terrifying. They were simultaneously trapped in and locked out of their own body. They couldn't stand up to call for help, they could only wait and hope it would subside.

And it did, if only a little. It eased up enough for them to push themself to their feet and stumble out of their bedroom. They made their way to Caretaker's study and knocked, then knocked again, knocking and knocking and knocking mindlessly until their friend opened.

"Whumpee?" They looked concerned, and it was nothing Whumpee had expected or ever experienced before. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

They couldn't answer. They whimpered softly, breaking down in tears instead of giving a coherent explanation. They were shaking badly, and Caretaker immediately took them by the shoulders and guided them inside to sit, pulling them into a hug on the comfortable sofa.

"Breathe, Whumpee, just breathe. I'm here." Caretaker held them tight and rubbed their arm as they cried, and it was the warmest embrace they'd ever received. "It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be just fine. Just breathe with me."

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Been obsessed with wing whump, specifically when someone clips Whumpee's wings because they know how much they love the freedom that comes with flying.

Caretaker and the doctor reassure Whumpee that they'll be able to fly again, but Whumpee is in tears at the thought of having to wait potentially over a year for the feathers to regrow properly.

For reference, clipped wings take between 6 to 18 months. Imagine how much time that would be for Whumpee's wings.

Just. I love the trauma and anguish that would come with a Whumpee's wings being clipped.

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A Brand New Life - Masterlist

Deaf Whumpee WIP

Masterlists Masterlist

CW: pet whump, deaf whumpee, caretaker new master, reformed criminal caretaker, institutionalized slavery.

A former criminal decided to start a new life while helping another person, that's how they take a pet in, decided to make them both lead a good new life.

Main

1 - New Owner

2 - New House

3 - Adoption

4 - Chaos

Asks

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OH I love the guard dog drabble!!! can I request a continuation or something from the whumpee‘s pov? I wanna see their conditioned thought process :)

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tw pet whump, conditioned whumpee, left for dead, caretaker new master, amputation, abandonment, self-deprecation, self-blame, ableist language directed at self, murder, dehumanisation

Whumpee tried to breathe evenly. There was no one to chastise it for panting anymore, but it still believed that if it held itself to the rules of its former master, said master might come to rescue it. Maybe they'd have a change of heart. Maybe they'd decide Whumpee didn't deserve to die shivering and in pain, abandoned in a dirty alley.

When the stranger appeared, it found it had no strength left to pull itself into the shadows to avoid being noticed. All it could do was lie there obediently and occasionally whine as the person touched it and muttered concerned-sounding questions.

It didn't know how to react. Its master wasn't here anymore to tell it whether to bite or nuzzle, and Whumpee didn't have the capability to decide on it itself.

Maybe this was good? The mention of a vet was promising, but could this stranger really be telling the truth? Even if they were... was it allowed to accept help? Its master left it for dead; every breath it'd drawn since was an act of rebellion, further marking it as a failed dog who couldn't even die when it was told to.

But then the mysterious person noticed its ankle, and Whumpee realised it wouldn't have to make the choice. Now that they knew it was faulty, it was only a matter of time before they turned on their heel and decided to forget about the encounter.

At least that was what it thought, before its saviour quickly reassured it.

Help... It would get help. It would be fixed for a new master to take home and make use of.

Would its old master resent it if it went along with this? It wasn't its duty to ponder that. Dogs were to follow the orders of their masters, and Whumpee didn't have an owner anymore. Up until this moment.

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Whumpee tried very hard to be good for its new master. But when Caretaker brought it to a clinic, one of the first assassments the doctors had made were that its leg was unsalvageable.

It would have to be cut off.

It couldn't keep the panic at bay, it snarled and growled and made a huge fuss. It only managed to settle down when Caretaker firmly told it to, when they guided it back to the comfortable hospital bed and ordered it to let the professionals help.

Surgery was a blur, a blank spot, and more of a blur after, and Whumpee thought everybody had changed their minds with the way its ankle still hurt when the first round of painkillers wore off. Phantom pains, its owner had called it.

Caretaker was still kind after the surgery, softly reassuring it over and over that they wouldn't leave it. They should've, by all accounts. It was weak for a guard dog, ugly for a lapdog, useless for any sort of companion Caretaker might've wanted out of it.

And yet, they stayed. Whumpee couldn't talk, but its silent resolve and pledge of loyalty was as strong as any made with words.

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Pain. Pain. Pain.

There was nothing but pain and exhaustion in Whumpee's world as it pushed its body to its limits, deciding that a simple setback — such as a missing foot — could never be an excuse for giving up and disappointing its owner. Caretaker took pity on a faulty guard dog, and Whumpee would pay them back by becoming the best among the faulty guard dogs.

It didn't need its foot to be strong. It didn't need its foot to stay alert and obedient.

It didn't care about the instructions of anybody but Caretaker. And when Caretaker wasn't there to supervise its training and rest, it didn't listen to a single nurse who dared assume it would simply accept a new reality in which it was of no use to such a kind, benevolent master.

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There were no words to describe the joy Whumpee felt when Caretaker allowed it into their home. It was overwhelming, it made it want to cry and laugh at the same time.

It had a home again! It had a home, and a master, and a duty. Caretaker wasn't super clear on what that duty would be yet, but for now, it was just happy to be wanted.

Its new pet bed was an unimaginable step up from the hardwood floor of its former master's bedroom, as well as the wet ground of the alleyway. It was a place to curl up and sleep comfortably, a luxury it'd thought only a prized show dog would ever receive.

And Caretaker still spoke so softly to it. Even though it was recovered now, able to walk and do whatever was needed of it, they still saw it fit to show it kindness. It was abundantly clear that Whumpee would never ever be able to pay it all back, but all it could do was try its best.

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It jolted awake at the sound of someone rattling the doorknob. Master wasn't home — which meant the duty of defending the home rested upon its shoulders. It growled instinctively, getting into a position from which it could attack with ease, if the intruder were to proceed.

And they did, pushing the door open a mere ten seconds later. Whumpee didn't hesitate.

It tackled the attacker to the floor, holding them down as it tore their throat out. They never got to use the knife they'd clearly brought in case of a potential confrontation, all they could do was grasp it for a few twitchy moments before they dropped it again in favour of clasping both hands over their ruined trachea.

Whumpee stood up and stomped down on their stomach, once, twice, as many times as it took for its foot to break the soft flesh of their abdomen. And then some more. It was so absorbed in its mission that it didn't hear Master entering the apartment, only when they addressed it with clear horror in their voice.

Oh no.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, nononono–

Had it done something wrong? It dropped to its knees, whining like it had been wounded again, and sobbing like it had any right to do so. If it had made a mistake trying to defend Master's home, then it didn't have any sort of right to pity itself, it had to be punished.

It didn't want to be punished.

Master didn't understand. Whumpee quickly brought out evidence: the lockpick, the knife... Master had to know that Whumpee hadn't gotten violent for no reason. They had to understand.

Please, please understand. I'm a guard dog. This is the only thing I know how to do. I bring death and destruction, but only when Master's safety is threatened, only when it's just, only when it's necessary.

All I wanted was to protect Master.

"You're– you're a guard dog," Master said softly, and Whumpee's relief at being understood mixed with the fear of being abandoned for it. "This... Oh, dear. This is not... This is not good."

It stopped breathing for a moment.

It was happening all over again.

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i raise you, a vampire that always keeps their thrall in a sleepy/blissful state cause they think it’s endearing. especially since the thrall was previously a ball of anxiety that couldn’t relax whatsoever before the vampire intervened

God, yes!! This is so good, thank you!!

cw: vampire whumper, human whumpee, hypnosis

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“How did you…?” the vampire watched as Whumpee clung to the couch, desperate to keep himself from toppling over. 

“I- please- I don’t-” the human’s eyes widened, his breath becoming frantic and short as he attempted to speak. His lip quivered, matching the tremble of his pale hands. 

Whumpee’s head throbbed, discombobulated and out of order from the whirlwind consuming him. It was as if he’d been pulled from a trance of heavenly paradise, suddenly unraveling the strings of his brain. Somehow, someway he couldn’t seem to grasp, he’d escaped the clutches of a mind-bending monster, one out to steal his autonomy to the highest degree.

Overwhelmed with the only urge to escape, one that had been weakened by the vampire’s strength, he had done his very best to obey. Fighting against his strangely heavy and uncoordinated body, he had tried so hard. A voice pounded in his head, screaming at him to liberate himself. 

Whumper took a step forward, their hands held out to the other man in a comforting manner. “Darling, what happened?” Immediy, Whumpee attempted to run, instead slipping on his own feet. His legs far cumbersome to operate successfully.

Hitting the chill, wood flooring, an unfamiliar strike of pain cut through him. A whimper escaped his salty lips, wet from tears previously cascading down his red cheeks. In the blink of an eye, a pair of perfectly polished boots appeared level with his gaze.

He squealed, attempting to escape again, unsuccessfully. The sleepy weight of his body allowed for little movement, and thus he was easily captured by the monster. Inhumanly strong arms wrapped around his abdomen, lifting Whumpee into the arms of the vampire with a huff.

Whumpee desperately attempted to thrash in their hold, to no avail. While much too disoriented to resist successfully, Whumper giggled at their discomfort. “It’s alright darling, I’m here now.” They soothed, inciting only more wiggling. Whumper casually made their way around the couch, unbothered by the struggling man in their arms. 

Whumpee’s head spun, the concoction of anxiousness and panic twisting in his stomach. A jumble of thoughts overwhelmed him, incomprehensibly spiraling in his brain. He sputtered unintelligibly, coherent words melting on his tongue.

Whumper plopped onto one cushion, gently sitting Whumpee on their lap. Before allowing the human a chance to make any move, no matter how feeble, Whumper softly trailed a calming hand from Whumpee’s forhead, down to their chin, silencing their human immediately. “Hush, sweetie. No need to worry, I’ll fix you up, easy peasy.” They flashed Whumpee a fang-filled smile.

Instantly, Whumpee’s brain liquified into a pile of goop. The whirlwind of awareness ceased, leaving only the commanding touch of the vampire. 

Whumper slipped their hand from Whumpee’s back, gingerly draping him across their own lap. A wave of pleasure washed over Whumpee, settling and returning with each motion of Whumper’s nimble fingers combing through his hair, lightly scratching at the surface of his scalp. With each repeat, the cloud in his mind only grew foggier, hazed with overwhelming bliss.

Drowsily, Whumpee adjusted his position, shifting his head to lay on Whumper’s slender legs. “All better now, right?” In return, they merely received the slightest of a nod. 

“I’m so glad. I mean, I’m shocked as well!” Whumper pinched at their human’s cheek sweetly. “How could such a feeble little mind like yours escape my power? I haven’t seen you remotely lucid in months!” Whumper exclaimed.

The words simply flew right over Whumpee’s head, too enraptured in the urge to sleep to pay much attention. Absentmindedly, he grunted, and nuzzled closer into the lush fabric of the vampire’s sweater, basking in the warmth. “So sluggish, aren’t you? Just a sleepy little boy. A good little thrall.” They let out a light chuckle, continuing to pet their thrall to unconsciousness.

“My sleepy little boy, my good little thrall.” Whumpee’s heart practically soared at the praise. To his delight, Whumper pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “You’re just adorable, all dazed and disoriented. I wouldn’t prefer my thrall any other way.”

“I mean, you enjoy it too don’t you? I can’t imagine how it must have felt escaping from such a long period of mindless bliss. Snapping into awareness must have been so terrifying.” Pouting, Whumper delicately swiped away the last slick tear from Whumpee’s red cheeks. “That’s why you can’t let that happen again, alright? I couldn’t imagine what you did to allow your consciousness so close to the surface, but surely you’ve learned your lesson now?”

Whumpee nodded eagerly, shaken over the idea of displeasing the vampire. “Such confusing emotions of fear and distress just aren’t fit for a thrall as cute as you!” A wide, dull-eyed smile couldn’t help but spread across the human’s face. 

“Must’ve just been all that anxiousness stirring inside that tummy of yours. I'll be sure to arrange that a similar situation does not arise again.” The assurance was comforting, yet Whumpee couldn’t help but sense a slight anguish stirring inside him.

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Hey so I saw your whole Omegaverse master list and can I request for you to write about soem headcanons for the feral state? :3

sure!!!

The feral state can be triggered a variety of ways, the most common being stress, anxiety, and sickness. (Trauma, whether witnessed or something they directly experienced, can also cause it. As can injury, grief, etc.) It causes a person to regress to purely instinctual behavior.

The specific cause and location they're in when triggered deeply effects their behavior while in the feral state. Being somewhere familiar with people they trust will provoke a lot different behavior than being somewhere unfamiliar (or even perceived as dangerous) with strangers.

When interacting with someone who's feral, there are a few things you want to keep in mind: move slowly and obviously, telegraphing your movements; speak calmly and gently, avoid loud or sudden noises if you can; and keep a close nose your scent to make sure you're not accidentally making it worse. Oh, and most importantly, try not to take your eyes off the feral person.

If the person is somewhere they feel safe and/or with people they trust, mostly all they're going to want is to be in a nest surrounded by those people. Scenting and being scented, cuddling, etc. An alpha or beta might want to patrol the territory a little, to make sure there are no threats, but mostly, they just want to reassure themselves that everything and everyone is safe, that they are safe. (If there are any pups in the pack, it's a good idea to make sure they're brought over quickly! Same if the person is particularly attached to any pack member, like a mate or sibling or friend, etc.)

Anything more exact than that will vastly depend by person!

If they are not somewhere they feel safe, the priority is to make sure someone they trust can be called. If no one knows someone they trust, its possible for them to latch onto a particularly pleasing scent until emergency services can arrive. Then they can be taken somewhere they can den / nest up until they come out of the state.

Feral states can last a couple of hours or even several days. Packs may rotate who stays with the person so that they can keep going as normal, but small packs will have a harder time with this.

People who are feral may have a limited understanding of language, or none at all. However, they still respond to non-verbal cues---like growls, yips, whimpers, keens, purrs, etc. They also respond to scent and body language cues.

Those in a feral state are also much more likely to resort to violence if they perceive someone as an intruder or threat. Most will growl in warning, and it's best to heed that as quickly as possible!

They're also much more likely to get attached to random pups, if adults. (Or, again, just random people if their scent is pleasing enough! Although this is more common with pups and adolescents. If someone they trust isn't nearby, they may latch onto the nearest compatible scent & end up with an imprint bond.)

That's all I can think of for the moment <3 Thank you for asking!

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🌝NESTING🪹🎑

This is a little drabble I did today. It's about that one youkai story I want to make, so...

To summarize:

Hanzō is a half(wolf) youkai. He was kept as a prisoner by humans who used his blood in rituals.

The 'misterious youkai' is this character, but I'm not really sure of his name yet (actually, Hanzo isn't doing for me either but oh well) he saved Hanzō (accidentally) when attacked the village Hanzō was in.

Oh and also it was inspired by this post.

Although there's no real omegaverse dinamics, I do intend to use some aspects and headcanons since some youkai are animal based.

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Hanzō sees no point in nesting, he never did. His mother had a pretty great nest when he was young, he remembers, but since then he never had the chance to rest in one. surviving alone in the woods for most of his childhood, he barely managed to fetch for himself, let alone have enough materials to properly make a nest and whenever he did manage to steal cloth or a cushion from humans, it would be quickly torn to shreds by other animals or even himself in his meltdowns. By his teenage years he had given up on building a nest, usually just sleeping wherever he saw fit for the night.

After that, he was held captive by humans, those don't nest, he learned. They simply sleep in a futon with a single hard pillow, which was also not given to him, since they saw him as a mindless beast.

Now, all of a sudden he was being told to sleep in a nest, someone elses nest. The misterious youkai who rescued him had made him a nest, it was simple yet very enticing, a few pillows on a fluffy blanket. It looked so conformable Hanzō almost puked at the thought of laying on it, clearly he didn't deserve something like this... So he avoided it. He looked away, crawled farther from it, wven though he feels a whine stuck in his throat.

Initially the misterious youkai thinks it must be because Hanzō didn't make the nest, therefore he doesn't want to enter a nest that isn't his, so they attempt to teach him how to make one.

The youkai keep trying to hand him the pillows, show him the blanket, put his hand on it, even shows him how to nest (a lesson he never really had). Yet still Hanzō shows disinterest in laying on it or even making one of his own, even getting agitated in the process. They are about to give up, it doesn't make sense to force Hanzō to do it, it's the same story with food, water, toys, tasks... He just doesn't seem to be a fan of doing anything other then sitting on the corner and occasionally napping.

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