Mutt

sys alter|| 21 || he/him • service dog(top)

[service-d0g]

.:*:・'°☆dog pen.｡*･ﾟﾟ

Introduction!

You can call me Mutt

Dog, pet, pup, bub— and any other nickname works too

Important info: System alter // autistic // cptsd

Age: 21

Sexuality: mlm // poly // ace

Gender: ftm, masc genderflux

Interests: Pet play, therian (?)

I'm just a scared mutt, I promise I didn't mean to bite.

We'll try to keep track of whose posting, here are the tags:

#🐾 — Harlows tag

#🛡 — Knights tag

#💥 — Weeks' tag

#🌾 — Leo's tag

[service-d0g]

Theres nothing that can remind you how autistic you are like a game sesh with your friends. Ugh, i feel awful

[lull4byboy]

humping your mattress like a dog in heat is truly therapeutic if you’re a faggot

[horrorofdracula-deactivated2023]

antique collars + muzzles

(sources 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 6)

[phoenixthegreat101]

y’know what I want to see more of with whumpees?

Dissociation

like most of the Whump I see has whumpees who remember everything clearly and are always crying and shi.

but what abt whumpees who dissociate heavily? Whenever they were tortured or whatever they mentally checked out of the situation, their mind somewhere far away from the pain.

and this carries over to when they’ve been rescued. Say Caretaker accidentally triggers them and instead of crying their eyes glaze over, mind already somewhere far away where they can’t be hurt

idk it’s just something interesting

[chamxmxle]

C'mere, little lamb. Just a bit closer. Don't be worried about these teeth. I can be trusted with your vulnerable throat.

[chamxmxle]

Take that big strong junkyard mutt, the one who takes his job real seriously, the one who never lets his guard down or asks for too much

And put a cute fucking collar on him. Put him on a leash and drag him home. Put him in a soft bed, with gentle pets, and soft words, and then just watch how his tail starts wagging.

[seth-whumps]

shout out to "i need to sit down" btw. shout out to the whumpees who cannot catch their breath, whether panic or dread or pain or exhaustion keeps them heaving and gasping for air, who whisper "i can't" as they slump to the floor. shout out to whumpees only held up by teammates, trying their best to look strong, but reaching a point where all they can say is "down, please, let me down--". do you see the vision

[seth-whumps]

caretaker is ill, feverish, barely awake. a loved one taps them on the shoulder to check on them, concerned. caretaker, in their delirious state, acts on instinct, reaching out to cup their friend's chin, whispering their name, already looking over them--as if they aren't the one nearing danger.

[oliversrarebooks]

being put to sleep

• Sleep can function as mental bondage. If you're asleep and can't be easily woken, you're completely helpless and vulnerable. If you're sufficiently drowsy and out of it, you're still basically helpless, but with the added bonus of potentially being somewhat aware of what's happening.

• The many ways to be forced to sleep -- surgical drugs, chloroform rags, hypnosis, sleeping spells and potions, tranquilizer darts, hidden sedatives in food or drink...

• The onset of sleep can be quick, barely giving you time to react before you're out, or so gradual you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late (and everything in-between).

• Uncertainty -- being put to sleep against your will, not knowing what will happen to you while you're defenseless. Being carried away as you fall asleep, not knowing where you'll be when you wake.

• The fight to stay awake, because it feels like something you should be able to fight, to overcome with enough willpower, but...

• The inevitability of being put to sleep. You might not feel the effects of the drugs or magic right now, you might feel wide awake, but sleep will be coming for you.

• Heavy eyelids fluttering and straining to stay open, drooping and closing all by themselves.

• Confusion and disorientation as the drowsiness sets in.

• Floating in and out of consciousness, perhaps just able to hear people discuss you or feel them handling you.

• Deep hypnotic sleep where your conscious mind is shut down and your subconscious is utterly vulnerable to suggestion.

• Glassy, dazed eyes with nothing behind them -- your eyes might still be open, but you're still fast asleep.

• Sleepwalking, wandering around in a trance, unaware of your surroundings -- or perhaps your sleeping mind is following someone else's commands...

• Memory gaps and not knowing what happened while you were sleeping.

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

No thoughts. Just Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, muttering nonsensical slurred protests, and weakly trying to pull st their restraints before their eyes roll back and they slip away into unconsciousness again.

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Hey so I know we All Know This but I will NEVER be over a character being feverish and delirious and making No sense. I will never be over a glittery-eyed, shivering, distressed character weakly gripping another's arm and asking them questions they don't know the answer to, and probably don't mean anything at all. I will never be over characters calling out for people either long gone or right next to them, but unrecognizable in their delirium. I will never be over a character crying in frustration and fear over something in their head they can't explain to whoever is helping them, and all they can do in return is stroke their hair and shush them gently.

[girlnextvore]

Me making a oc : i gotta figure out how this one is being tortured

[justbreakonme]

Caretaker who can’t grieve right now.

Who feels sick to their stomach, can barely see through tears, but can’t really feel the grief because their mind is running through everything that has to be done.

Blood mopped up, hydrogen peroxide dissolved it, spray it where it’s splattered over the concrete. Dont let whumpee look, keep them warm, keep them in sight, comfort them, hand on the shoulder, the words are warm and soft and comforting, they must be, they hear them come out of their mouth automatically.

Bloody clothes go in the washing machine, soap and cold water, get whumpee into the shower, help scrub the blood from under their nails. Bandages, painkillers, careful stitches with strangely steady hands. They feel the grief looming in the distance, but now everything feels calloused and cold and heartless, disgustingly practical as tasks tally up in their mind.

Only when whumpee is safe and comfortable and calmed and “fixed” does Caretaker sit down on the floor outside their bedroom door and feel the crash of emotions hit them.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Loooove a whumpee who slurs their words ❤️ Maybe they're drugged, drunk, concussed, delirious, semiconscious or just exhausted, who knows? It's good stuff

[kumboochies]

Big fan of when men start graying. The little patch in their beard or chest hair or the salt on their temples mmmmm yeah that shit hits so hard

[bring-me-back-a-dog]

Hey just a reminder that your jaw has been clenched for hours, you should open that up. Allll the way... Good lamb. You listen so well.

Alt ending I didn't want to delete:

Since you're already listening so well for me why don't you part those lips and take communion... Eyes closed– Don't question your Father.