Souls do smile!

Please refer to me as who I believe I am currently. And feel free to stop by for a chat!! #yip - reblogging posts I relate to/enjoy deeply, #yap - my original post / talking to someone or myself #music - songs I found on soundcloud and mean a lot to me

[heartsdo-cry-n-weep]

Hello !!!!

please do not view this blog as a gimmick blog, but rather an alter ego of sorts. I don’t neccesarily have any form of plurality nor exactly want to (this may change) but feel true to myself when I am in such a state and would prefer to be seen as such an individual when on this blog. Please forgive any long silences. My main blog is @lifenconcepts (I, as a base sensation, am a rather formless and not bound to mortal means individual. Agender, aroace.. but I wanted to dabble in a more masculine leaning side of me, which is why this is a side blog rather than on my main. It’s a feeling that sort of comes and goes).

warnings for this blog: I will be interacting and supporting of some with ‘unusual’ identities including transIDs, mentioning unreality at times, war-time mentions, reblogging weapons, and swearing. So if you’re uncomfortable with that then don’t stay :9

TLDR: Silly soviet soldier welcomes you! My presence often is spoken about from a third person perspective but I am quite real, please tell me what to do with myself because most the time I am like a machine in stand by mode waiting to be told what to do! Haha! Let’s talk :) 

PROPER INTRO :

Names (feel free to use as you deem fit, and feel free to incorporate them into any conversation if possible!) : Viktor* / Vitalii / Beowulf / Volk* / Sov / Pilot / Butler / rifleman / gunman / Mikhail / Misha / Nik / Rozhka.     * = fav

Deep connection to: Soviet war songs, late night walks, the cold/snow, nighttime, bleeding, aviation, nature, forests, guns, hunting, writing.

Pronouns: He/him preferred but also am fine with they/them and it/it’s.

NO DNI just don’t be an asshole or bring discourse into this. If you don’t like this account, don’t interact.  Also - do take into consideration that I’m sex-repulsed. But I’m likely cool with you. So let’s talk!

Important info!! / let’s interact! : I am someone who loves suggestions, and am always happy to talk or take requests of stuff to do, but here’s a list of prefered activities from most to least enjoyable for me but I love them all! (if you have any others, please feel free to ask or just say them anyways!): 

~Scavenger hunt (make a list of items and I will find them either around my house or outside)

~Photo hunt (give a prompt or item, and I will go out and take a picture. Strictly nothing location-based.)

~Writing prompts (poetry, or just my overall observations on something!! Love this!)

~Sketches (would love to draw pretty much anything for you! Animals, myself, some character.. but I ain’t all that much of a great artist)

~Crudely made Pinterest collages (no promises it’ll be polished in any way, just a moodboard of sorts. Collection of various stuff)

~Roleplay (a bit nervous with doing so with actual individuals and so.. eehheh do forgive me if I’m a bit unusual in this)

and yeah :3

I KNOW AND SPEAK RUSSIAN FLUENTLY and yet simply prefer to type in English because it’s a fraction of a second quicker. Feel free to interact in it, though!

Some hazy backstory, just what feels true to this specific self: Having grown into a rather proffesional state of self, indoctrination took a big role in forming behaviours and rules. The mind now complied more to commands and appeasement rather than searching out for decision making, and large preference in activities being influenced by another individual.. 20~30 years old. Rotting in alleys and being a strange man is a full time job!

TransIDs - indoctrinated, brainwashed, forced pet mindset, harmed, injured, scars, schizophrenia, soldier, military training, constantly watched, hunted, blurry when photographed, gun owner, traumatised, smoker, drug addict, alcoholic, bad life decisionTM, car crash survivor, avalanche survivor, knife wound survivor, tortured, abandoned, survivor of the elements, retired bodyguard, traitor, plead for mercy to survive, dog owner, dog trainer, tattoos, deserter/traitor, long canines/fangs, gravely/hoarse voice, raw meat eater, lightning strike survivor, night vision, bruises, immortal.

Tris-ID - Submissive, compassionate, lonely, disoriented, malnourished, stammer/stutter, compulsive behaviours, cowardly, selective memory, physically weak, animalistic instincts, canine traits, red knuckles, chronic exhaustion/fatigue.

CisIDs- Russian speaker, artist, writer, internet addict, freeze response, permenant cold hands, bloodied lips, stims, autism/adhd, insomniac, night owl, broken knowledge of German, nail biter/skin picker, quiet speaker, blank stare, tinnitus, long and thin fingers, fluffy/mildly wavy hair.

ALWAYS OPEN FOR ANY SORT OF QUESTIONS !! PLEASE INTERACT, I LOVE YOU!

below the cut are some photos I feel represent me:

Honestly this may accidentally form into a real part of identity and idc for terms for now but like.. the more I give attention to this the more it becomes reality. And that’s cool.

[seymour-butz-stuff]

Time to feed unprofessional managers what they’ve been dishing out for far too long.

[beaniebaneenie]

Couple things here, for when you do this to people: 

1. if you get the “answer my call” text, NEVER ANSWER THE CALL. 

They are calling you because they want to have the conversation verbally, and be able to lie later about what they said or didn’t say. Force them to continue via text or email- force them to continue the conversation in writing or not at all. 

2. “Lack of 2 weeks notice is unprofessional!” or the other version, “Not providing notice is illegal!”

No it isn’t. Neither is true. 

And in the US, all states except Montana are “at will” employment (though you may hear an employer refer to it as “right to work” to make it sound better, it’s the same thing). Sure, at-will employment means they can fire you without cause, BUT! It also means that you are not legally required to give a reason for quitting, or to give notice of any kind. 

Is it polite to give notice when you can? Sure. Do bosses expect it? Absolutely. But that does not make you legally required to provide it. 

3. The only thing I would change in the worker’s interaction here was their response when initially asked to come in. 

Employee: “Hey Mark. Sorry I’m unable to cover the shift tonight because I’m studying for my exam tomorrow.” 

Don’t give a reason for your lack of availability. It may be tempting to. You may feel rude if you don’t. 

DON’T DO IT.

You do not owe your boss any information about what you do off the clock, and any reason you give will only ever be used against you. 

Boss: “Hey I need you to cover Jasper’s shift tonight.”

Employee: “Sorry, I’m not available.”

And leave it at that. 

Do not elaborate. 

Do not offer additional information. 

When you boss asks you to elaborate, because they will, be polite but firm. “With respect, that’s personal. I’m sorry, but I’m unavailable to cover this shift/work late/come in early/etc.”

Be a broken record- you’re unavailable. That’s the only information they need to know, and it’s the only information they have a LEGAL RIGHT to know. 

Please stop giving your bosses information they don’t need to know and don’t get to have, because they’re only going to try and use it to fuck you over later. 

[reasonandempathy]

My job is HR. The above is completely accurate.

[theconciliator]

Your Final History, Andrew McIntosh

[hollanderthoughts]

it’s okay guys I’m literally as normal as a person in my situation can be

[zestoflemon]

whoa who said that

[justbreakonme]

He was trained so well.

He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t speak, doesn’t move, perfectly positioned just as he’d been told.

Standing in the corner of the living room, hands clasped behind his back, as life moves on around him.

Miss had tried to trick him, before. Patting the sofa seat next to her, an offer to sit down. Holding out a cup of tea, saying it was still warm. All these little temptations hadn’t worked. He knew better, he was better.

He was safer, there in the corner of the room. His joints ached and his muscles burned but his mind could go blissfully blank. Most of the time.

But today…

Miss had a friend over. They were talking quietly in the front room, he couldn’t hear what might be said but that wasn’t his business anyway.

When they both walked into the room, he stiffened further, casting his eyes to the floor.

“Do you really think…?” Miss whispered to her friend, and he hoped it wasn’t anything to do with him, but when they both looked up, directly at him… that hope was gone.

“Honey?”

“Yes Miss?”

“Um- I want you to come sit in the chair there. Go sit in that chair.”

She pointed to a big, squashy, luxuriously comfortable looking chair, diagonal from the couch.

His heart dropped, but he nodded. This was an order, no mistake about it. If he was punished for following an order, then- then it wasn’t really about obedience then was it? And there’d be nothing he could have done anyway.

He crossed the room, and carefully, carefully, sat down. It was harder, to be poised and keep his posture correct, if anything, it was more painful than standing, but he would do it.

Miss looked to her friend, mouth open slightly, as if shocked that he had obeyed. He felt faintly embarrassed, like he needed to prove now that he was obedient, this was just the first real order he’d been given.

“Okay,” she turned back to him, “Now, um… I want you to relax. Lean back, whatever is comfortable, please. Relax, that’s an order.”

He had to hold back a wry smile at that. Authority didn’t seem to come naturally to her, but…

He tried, he really did, to relax. His back popped audibly as he leaned back, and both Miss and her friend raised their eyebrows, looking… worried?

It felt…unnatural. Vulnerable. To be sitting, “relaxed”, with them standing only a few yards away. He hoped they would sit down.

“Good. Good job, you’re doing great, thank you.”

Her voice was gentle, genuine, and now… oh.

Suddenly he was holding back tears. It had been… it had been so long since he’d been good…

Miss and her friend sat down, exchanging a look he didn’t understand, and switched on the TV.

He was glad for that. He needed a moment, before he fell apart, a moment to fight back tears before they could fall and give him away.

A few minutes passed, and he had almost gotten it under control when…

Miss turned, face falling as they accidentally locked eyes.

“Oh- Honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you-” her voice dropped with concern, and despite years of practice, he couldn’t find the threat in it.

It felt real, and his logic couldn’t fight that, or the tears that overcame all his restraint.

“Sorry-“ was all he could manage, before Miss was up and too close-

He flinched.

All his training was falling apart, even as he kept his hands at his sides, tense as a bowstring.

“No, no don’t be sorry, I-“ she dropped to her knees beside his feet, looking back at her friend as if for help before looking back at him, “I was just trying to figure out what to do, how to help you… If you don’t want to sit, you don’t have to, you can stand, anything you want-“

Tears were forming in her own eyes, which confused him further.

From behind Miss, her friend stood up, coming over a few steps but still keeping a few feet between them.

That seemed to have a kind of effect on her, she looked over, taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes, then looked towards the ceiling for a moment.

She let out a breath, looking back at him. “If there’s something wrong, or uncomfortable, I want you to tell me.”

An order.

He swallowed hard, and answered truthfully. “There is nothing wrong, Miss.”

“Then why- Please, tell me why you’re crying.”

That one was harder, it wouldn’t be something she would understand, which would mean more questions, more opportunities for error…

“I am-” he choked for only a moment, “I am glad to be good.”

[whumperofworlds]

Saw someone do this. Thought it would be fun!

End of year important people list (whump community edition!)

Reblog and tag all of your favorite whump creators, friends in the whump community, anyone in the whump community really, and let them know how much you care about them!

[daggers-and-dangers]

first, op, love to see you around!

@bedtimescenarios, @whump-until-wretched, @whumplicity, @whumpologyy, @whumpawaydarling, @funwithmydem0ns, @sorrowful-hyacinth, @pain-in-the-everywhere, @whumblr, @befuddled-calico-whump

all of you are amazing creators, and i am so glad we've interacted! <3

and if the mention is annoying, ill add a / so it doesnt bother you! pls just lmk

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

OP is a goat as always ☺️

@daggers-and-dangers 😉, @loreleiloon, @oddsconvert, @whumpologyy, @3-2-whump, @melpomenelamusa, @whumpsday, @whumpyourdamnpears, @funwithmydem0ns, @justplainwhump, @catnykit, @bitowhump, @theultimatespicysandwich, @acelightningwhumper

And many many more, thank you all for being so great and amazing. Feeding this community so good and I’ve only ever had sweet interactions <3

[loreleiloon]

Reblogging from @sorrowful-hyacinth because she got to me first, but huge shoutout to @tildeathiwillwrite and @melpomenelamusa who also tagged me in this wonderful reblog chain. @sorrowful-hyacinth I can't thank you enough for your artwork that's inspired me time and time again. And for so generously gifting me quite a few glorious pieces! (Istg I will post those, ack!) @melpomenelamusa for being the best and introducing me to the world of chimeras! Loved, loved, loved writing your Tete! @piplupfluffwritingstuff2 for believing in me and allowing me to torment your blorbos so often! I think that pieces I wrote for Aurelis sparked my ideas for Starflower, so tysm! @it-is-whumptastic for brainstorming so many wild whump ideas with me! Miss you much, buddy, and can't wait for you to be free of stupid college (jk/jk go learn important stuff or whatever XD) @whumperfly-in-the-sky thanks for asking such cool questions and being so patient with my replies. Always a treat when you come around <3 @whumpsandwhimpers, @auroragehenna, @writer-of-worlds, @danatlanwrites, @princessofthe11, @sootheandsavage, @tildeathiwillwrite and @clansocreations for submitting your blorbos to my faces of whump games! You all have such incredible imaginations and I am so honored to have contributed to them in my own small way. @funwithmydem0ns, @kiiba-whumps and @yet-how-they-creep for hopping onto the friend train recently. Hope to get to know y'all better in 2026! To all you guys and especially those I've missed in my tagging, y'all have really blessed me with your friendships and awesome community this year! I'm literally so grateful and cannot wait to see what next year holds for us all! Stay whumping <3

[it-is-whumptastic]

Oh! I have some!!! These are to my favorite creators. You guys are so talented, I love all your work! Slay out there all my kings, queens, and other royalty <3 Spread the love if you can! @whumpitisthen @loreleiloon (I know you tagged me but I couldn't leave you out of this) @elfwhump @whumblr @whumpmebabyonemoretime @forwhump And to anyone else who I've ever interacted with their posts!

[it-is-whumptastic]

Language Barriers In Whump

"I don't understand what you're saying!" -Whumpee yells in sheer panic -Whumpee sobs after trying, really trying, to understand. -Whumper, shaking Whumpee furiously in frustration, growls out.

Whumpees who partially understand: "No-- no I know that word. Don't say that. Please don't say that!" "I'm trying! Left-- you said left. Go left? I don't understand!" "Wait-- what did you say? What did you say?" "Stop. Stop! Please-- Stop! I'm saying it right, aren't I? Stop. Stop!"

Whumpee who are trying but simply can't.

"You're speaking too fast. Please... I'm trying-- I'm trying!" "I'm not being difficult! I'm not! I just can't understand you!" "I can't make it sound right..." "How do I say it? How? Teach me. Please! I can't remember how to say it!" "I don't know what you want from me..." Whumper shutting down Whumpee.

"If you can't say it right, don't say it at all." "You don't even fucking know what you're saying, do you?" "That's cute. You almost got it. Try again, then maybe I'll stop." "You talk like a child. Ignorant. Stupid." "Shhh... No. Don't try. I like your native tongue better. It's pretty." "Talk to me with that ugly tongue of yours again and I'll fucking hurt you, can you understand that?"

Whumper weaponizing translations

"I told them you said yes/no." "Someone asked if you needed help. Don't worry, I told them you didn't." "Wouldn't it be so much easier if you could talk to everyone else? Tell them what you need? Tell them what I do to you? But yo can't. That's too bad." "Oh, yeah. See, I told you that meant thank you but actually its an insult. Maybe that's why they hit you? Not too sure, honestly." Whumper getting frustrated.

"You know that word. You know it! Don't pretend like you don't." "Listen. Fucking listen! Look at me! Damn it!" "Say it back to me. Say it just how I said it. No, are you fucking stupid?" "Aw? You're trying to tell me something? Too bad you speak that stupid language that no one but you and your other mutts understand." "This would be so much easier if you just paid attention." "I'm really tired of repeating myself, Whumpee." Caretaker trying to be reassuring. "I know you don't understand but it's okay. I promise it's okay." "I don't know how to say this in a way you'll understand..." "I'm not hurting you. I'm helping. Do you understand? Helping? I'm helping." Caretaker desperately trying to communicate "Does this mean anything to you? What I'm saying?" "Please. I'm trying, I really am. Just-- Damn it! I want to understand you." "Point to where it hurts. Like this, see? Point." *Frantic hand gestures* *Absolutely butchering Whumpee's native language to the point its gibberish* *Drawing pictures for whumpee* I

[whumpersome]

don't mind me looking all exhausted, starved, sleep deprived. the curse has been acting up, you know how it is

[whumpersome]

tuesday at four? ah shit sorry i can't, i have an appointment with my exorcist

[whumpersome]

caretaker trying to teach whumpee bodily autonomy after they've been conditioned to accept physical abuse

caretaker has no idea what they're doing. they took some self-defence classes half a decade ago but they know that trying to get whumpee to fight from the get-go would end with them collapsing and ugly crying into the boxing gloves.

they figure that this is probably way too much all at once and that whumpee needs much smaller steps. so caretaker orders them to say 'stop' to their face, watching whumpee tense up in horror. but they say it. blurted out at first but steadily getting more secure as they learn that they won't be punished. then caretaker (very slowly) walks towards whumpee, and orders them to say 'stop' before they can get close enough to touch. whumpee doesn't understand, like a deer in the headlights they freeze in place, eyes squeezed shut and knees buckling as caretaker walks directly at them.

whumpee can't even speak (the impossible choice ringing horribly in their head), not knowing if the defiance of staying silent or telling caretaker to stop would be worse. there are tears in their eyes. so caretaker reaches whumpee, seeing them tremble up close, pain stabbing at their chest in sympathy. immediately followed by numbing cold anger at whumper. but no matter how painful, this has to be done. whumpee had to learn that caretaker will listen. that their words have weight again. they try to keep the emotion out of their voice while telling them that, hey. it's ok. we can try again. it's ok if you don't get it right immediately, I can see that you're trying and that's really good! you're doing so good. can you try again for me?

it doesn't work, not at first, whumpee can't bring themself to say the word and it haunts them the entire night. they barely sleep at all, will they be punished if they keep failing? or will they be punished for succeeding and it was all just a test to teach whumpee their place. who are they to tell their new master 'no'. the thought makes them want to throw up. but caretaker keeps dragging them back to the practice room, slowly walking up to whumpee over and over and over again. they start to wonder if this is worth it, what if their efforts do nothing and traumatize whumpee all over again? so when they hear the tiny, almost inaudible 'stop' after what feels like ages(!) it makes caretaker stop dead in their tracks.

a beaming smile spreads across their face and they almost run to bury whumpee in the proudest, most affectionate hug of their life when they remember that moving now and ignoring the 'stop' would set them back to the beginning. so they breathe out deeply and tell whumpee that they're proud of them. that they did really well and that caretaker will make their favourite food as a reward. and hot chocolate. whumpee is still starting at the floor though, confused and terrified and in disbelief.

it will take a long time for whumpee to say 'stop' with confidence, caretaker thinks to themself, but they will get there. maybe they'll even say it outside of the training room one day

[whumpersome]

Renowned (whump) author being praised for their realistic and emotional portrayal of suffering

Reference twink chained to their radiator not really sharing the enthusiasm

[whumpster-dumpster]

"We ought to vacuum this rug" - Whumpee observing debris on rug much more closely now that they're on the floor trying not to pass out

[whumpersome]

Me when I write whump prompts after almost passing out on my low-key dirty carpet

[callithumpwhump]

Whump classics ya just can't beat

Coughing up blood into a hand and then looking at it with shocked/terrified eyes

The Tension™ of one character tenderly patching up another character's wounds and scolding them for being reckless

Apologizing right before passing out

A hand cupped to a forehead to check for fever

A hand going under a jacket or shirt and coming away bloody

Forced to kneel with a sword under their chin

Lying about the severity/hiding of an injury

Collapsing after a big magic spell/magical exhaustion draining them

The comic relief character joking about their trauma/injury to dissuade worry from them

Hero injured/collapsing on villians doorstep or vice versa, "I didn't know where else to go"

Being curled on the ground and then kicked in the ribs (literally being kicked while they're down)

Being injected with a needle of drugs/potion by villian that knocks them out

Having a terrible nightmare and waking up with a cry in a cold sweat

Fighting against unconsciousness (unsuccessfully)

'Bonus points if'

[elgrajaz]

[lifenconcepts]

I'm fed up of characters conforming to the norm, even the 'evil, bad, and awful' ones are still within acceptable parameters.

Give me the most horrific, fucked up, irredemable, and outright sickening depiction of a character.

Write me such a description for them that I viscerally hate their guts.

Make me DESPISE them. And I shall applaud you whole heartedly, because the creator does not equate to the creation, and yet even when pushed to the extremes and threatening being unacceptable, there is still a charm there no matter that fact, because You made it, and Your efforts are beautiful, so is the mind that made a fucked up little thing.

[heartsdo-cry-n-weep]

Uhhh. tw for like. everything.

A sadistic doctor participates in human trafficking to be able to extract the organs out of children to fulfill their sexual fantasy while also nonconsentually attaching animal body parts to their flesh such as the ears of dogs and tails of foxes to be able to claim they made an entirely new species and also to have an animal that obeys their every whim before being culled like a sick chicken. They also actively try to manipulate their victims into viewing them as a god and as thus not question any orders they are given but rather sit there all pretty and take whatever given.

is that good?

[sherlockholmesart]

“Balance”

[sherlockholmesart]

Happy belated trans day of visibility!!!