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Been looking for some whump stories, do you have any recs?

OH BOY, DO I?! 😍

Feast your eyes on these magnificent works of art!!! ((These are some of my FAVEEE whump series and I have a horrible feeling I'm forgetting some!))

In no particular order!

'Six Months Free' - @alyscat - hero/villain whump, yandere whumper, living weapon whump

'Worthless' - @livelaughwhump - pet whump, recovery whump

'Brother's Keeper' - @darkthingshappen - nsfwhump, kidnapped as payment/revenge, sadistic whumper

'Chimeras' - @melpomenelamusa - pet whump, non-human whump, dehumanisation

'Kane & Jim' - @whumpsday - whumper turned whumpee, vampire whumperee, bloodbag whumpee, recovery whump

'Magnamious Moonrise & Savage Sunset' - @not-a-space-alien - vampire whumpee, hurt/comfort

'Darkness Falls' - @turn-the-tables-on-them - hero/villain whump, hurt/comfort, whumper turned whumpee

'Burning At Both Ends'- @angst-after-dark - BBU, pet whump, intimate/creepy whumper, disabled whumpee

'Behaviour Modification' & 'The Kennel' - @whumpcereal - pet whump, dehumanisation, captivity, sadistic/intimate whumpers, nsfwhump

'The Warehouse' - @sparrowsage - industrialised slavery, pet whump, defiant whumpee

'Cat & Mouse' - @t0rture-me - vampire whumpers, bloodbag whumpee

'Seven' - @whump-queen - servant/slave whump

I also created this recommendation post not too long back that has AMAZING choices to pick from!

I hope this helps! You're spoiled with choice of spectacular whump ✨️

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Environmental whump where whumpee is left to walk back to whumper’s in the heat, even worse if its uphill.

Whumper just waits for them to arrive back and then sends them off somewhere outside again.

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chaining broken and bruised whumpee in the dark dank basement to hide them from unsuspecting friends. whumpee sees decomposed other whumpees still chained up who never escaped, including young children. only “food” available is dead whumpees’ remaining flesh infested with maggots and ants. dinner party with purposely-pungent food to further torture whumpee downstairs. friends aren’t nearly as innocent as they seem; they have whumpees of their own and the dinner party food is dismembered whumpees, but it’s a secret even from OG whumper.

caretaker searching for whumpee for years. whumpee must be retrained into society after two decades in captivity. OG whumper finally arrested and unmasked as former caretaker who never got over being fired.

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DAMN this is dark! (i love it)

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Whumpee who sleeps 24/7 since the only other activity they could do is talk to Whumper, and they would rather lay in bed and rot than have to willingly seek them out.

[jorongbak]

It is sad that Caine probably would never know it was never Kinger's intention to delete him.. and Bubble being there in the recycle bin with him would only go so well

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...why is it so fucking sad? /pos

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Whumpee who finds themselves having to care for whumper in some way.

They don’t have the means to live without whumper and end up having to mind them when they are recovering from something, since if whumper dies, they will too

Whumper’s smugness about the level of contol they have over whumpee as they realise whumpee needs them.

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Birds from binocular view

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Item: Headphones Rarity: ⏶ Common

Name a video game song you still have stuck in your head.

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

The mountain from pikuniku

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Item: Your First Video Game Rarity: ⏶ Common

What was your first video game?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Minecraft i think

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Oh dear god I finally finished some fanart for the new episode!

It’s really scrappy but I just wanted it to exist. 😂 (I’ve been so busy freelancing lately, takes all my energy for fanart drawings).

god but I loved this episode! I am SO HAPPY seeing all the Caine angst, but I just had to draw him getting a hug.❤️‍🩹

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@whumpgiftswap round 2 for @moonfall-wreckage

[Contains: mentions of past abuse, scars, defiant whumpee, past carewhumpee]

Whumpee had been staring in the mirror for what felt like hours, slowly tracing over their scars. It was a daily routine for them since escaping whumper three years ago. Wake up, shower, look in the mirror for any signs of further injury, then trace their scars and get dressed. It was their routine anyway until recently. The last physiotheraphy meeting they had went bad, to say the least, and they were provided a carer. Caretaker is nice don’t get them wrong but they were fine looking after themselves for the first three years of this pain and didn’t think they needed caretaker there caring for them the whole time. Suddenly Whumpee’s hands begin to sieze up and the familar throbbing pain their body normally experiences worsened.

“Ughh why now?” They grunted before heading out of the bathroom to see their clothes for the day neatly lined up. They had to hand it to Caretaker, they were excellent at their job, and excellent at things unrelated to their job too like being a good listener and playing videogames with Whumpee even when they weren't being paid to do so.

Hands still cramping up, Whumpee managed to get their shirt on (suprisingly) and they did okay if they said so themself at getting the sweatpants on too, but the socks, oh the socks really stumped them. You think they would be easy to put on but their hands really did not want to co-operate and eventually they hissed out, “screw this,” and headed for the kitchen where they knew Caretaker would be humming to themselves and making pancakes.

Sure enough Caretaker was focused on the stove, like they always are in the morning, as they placed the last few pancakes onto their and Whumpee's plates and turned around to be greeted with a disheveled Whumpee. Whumpee knew that Caretaker was trying to hide their smirking at Whumpee’s miserable attempt at getting dressed, but they didn’t have the energy to give out about caretaker’s smiling today and just sat down at the table.

“need some help there?” They asked, placing down the plates which Whumpee quickly pulled towards themself.

“fuck off Caretaker-” they picked up one of the pancakes and quickly began eating. “- I just felt like looking like this today.”

“You felt like having your shirt on backwards and wearing no socks today?”

They hadn’t noticed that.

“Yeah, I did.”

Caretaker went to grab at Whumpee’s shirt to fix it but Whumpee quickly stood up from their chair and they could see that Whumpee’s body was twitching, especially their hands.

“Oh hun-”

“Don’t.” They snapped, walking back towards their room. They could hear Caretaker quietly talking to themself, most likely trying to figure out what to do to help Whumpee, but they ignored it. They didn’t understand why their chest ached (for non-health related reasons for once) when Caretaker didn’t follow right after them. They were fine taking care of themselves before Caretaker squirmed their way into their life, their carefully planned routine. Was it healthy to refuse help and keep a similar schedule to the one Whumper used to make them follow? No. They knew that it was irrational to do those things, hell they’ve gone through three therapists already, all pointing these traits towards Whumpers abuse of them. Whumper trained the idea of others caring about them in any capacity out of them with their beatings, and the whippings which still makes their hands ache thinking about, and no matter how much theraputic exercises or treatments Whumpee does that will never truly go away. It doesn’t mean that they don’t want to feel wanted though. They want Caretaker to care for them, deep down they know that but every instinct they have shuts it down just as quick as it surfaces.

Whumpee must have been pretty lost in thought because before they knew it Caretaker was knelt down beside them, wiping away the tears Whumpee hadn’t even realised they shed. The silence between them felt like it might stretch on for hours until Caretaker lightly tapped their shoulder, “would you be okay if I fixed your clothes for you? You don’t have to say yes but I cant imagine it feels very comfortable.” Whumpee really felt like saying no but Caretaker wasn’t wrong, they could already feel the collar of the shirt rubbing against their neck and gave a small nod instead. Caretaker gently took off Whumpee’s shirt and just as carefully put it back on them correctly while also smoothing it out. Next Caretaker got up and began rooting through one of Whumpee’s drawers for some socks and ointment. Whumpee really wants to tell them to leave them alone but the words die in their throat. They were tired of trying to care for themselves and Caretaker made it so easy to just sit back and trust that caretaker would mind him.

They jolted again as they tried to move, only to be met with a searing pain from their hands. Caretaker came over and slowly started spreading the ointment over Whumpee’s hands. They could feel the relief from it almost instantly and muttered a soft thank you to Caretaker before Caretaker began to put Whumpee’s socks on for them. Caretaker seemed suprised when Whumpee made no move to back away from them but screw it Whumpee stopped caring once they felt the pain subside.

The two sat quietly in that room. No yelling or hitting or torture, just blissful quiet and Whumpee thought that maybe they could get used to this

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@whumpgiftswap round 2 for @all-hail-pigeons

Content: griffin whumpee, burns, disfiguration, branding, loss of limbs, whumper turned whumpee, mentions of eating the human alive, restraints

Snippet:

The griffin snarled, poised to pounce and unfurling their wings to gain size. The human advanced, unperturbed by the threatening display.

"Let's not have a repeat of that little escape attempt, yeah?" The human quirked its lips in a chiding half smile.

The griffin screeched a warning as it's former food came closer.

The human pulled a long piece of iron from the smelter, the end glowing red and waves of heat spilling off it.

The griffin burst into panicked action, trying to escape. Trying to move. They ended up flailing against their shackles, both humanoid and feline wrists cuffed and chained down. If their wings were free they could've used them to bat the human away but thick cords wound harsh against their feathers.

Wrong. All wrong. The human was their prey. How dare it--

All thoughts ended as the human stuck them with the hot poker. Pain exploded in their left wing and they screamed. The human flinched at the sound but held steady.

The smell of burning flesh filled the air. The griffin squirmed and jerked and flailed, hot tears spilling down their face. The heat didn't relent and soon it started to spread. The griffin shot a wary glance over to find that their wing, their precious wing, was aflame. They whimpered.

They never spoke the human language. It was beneath them. But the human held the poker back in the smelter before turning on them again.

"Please! No, no, no, no! Don't! Please, don't! My wings…" the griffin wailed. Their left wing was still smouldering and screaming in white hot pain. They couldn't do it again. They scurried back, as far as the restraints let them go, until their hind legs hit the wall.

"Oh, c'mon, pretty bird. You so liked to play with me. Is it different when I'm not food?" the human taunted, prey turned predator.

They wanted to gnash and bite and pick apart until the human was screaming for mercy. No playing cat and mouse. They'd tear into its flesh without any further ado. Let it shriek and cry as it was eaten alive.

The human came up, put a bracing elbow in their back, and forced them to the ground. They trembled, pressed against the cold concrete of their personal hell. It was the griffin's turn to shriek and cry and squawk savagely as the human pressed the reheated poker to the other wing.

The griffin was soon reduced to whimpering, the human holding the iron to their wing relentlessly. The energy to fight back was sapped away by the blinding pain.

They could feel their feathers singing away. They wailed again, grief and pain and fury turning their vision red.

Finally, finally, the human relented, standing over them. It patted their head, stroking the feathers there. "No more escape attempts, pet. You'll be good for me, yeah?"

They whined, unable to answer past the throbbing pain. They were far from broken. They were not its pet. But the trickle of fear down their spine whispered that it wouldn't take much more for them to be begging for relief, to be wanted as a pet instead of as this. Their wings… They would never fly again.

The human chuckled, sympathetic and chiding. "Don't worry. We'll break you. Then this will all be so much easier."

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AHHHH this is so good!!!! Thank you so much for the gift and i love the drawing too!!!

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In case anyone is wondering how it's going with me lately

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Febuwhump day 22 alt prompt- feeding tube

Masterlist

{contains: pet whump, dehumanisation, medical whump}

Some sleeping pills, restraints and several scratches later, Whumper had finally managed to insert Whumpee’s feeding tube.

They don’t know why whumpee still fights back against having the feeding tube in. Whumper has had them for almost 3 years now and the tube is hardly anything new for the pet, the facility they got Whumpee from fed all the pets that way. But Whumpee decided to fight back at every step and it was really starting to get on their nerves.

Whumper winced slightly as they wrapped the gauze around their arm. Whumpee can definitely scratch thats for sure. Maybe they should fix whumpees little fighting habit, or at least try. They placed the gauze down and opened their laptop clicking on the pet forum tab they normally keep open.

Whumper admired their previous photos they took of their pet all cozy in their cage or with them black and blue, crying in pain, before posting a new message

Suprisingly they got quite a few suggestions, whipping, starving, all the usual punishments you would expect, but there was one suggestion that caught their eye and they began to grin. This one will work nicely. Now they just need to wait for Whumpee to wake up from their impromptu nap.

-2 hours later-

When Whumpee first woke up they noticed they were still tied down to the ‘helping table’. They don’t know why Whumper calls it that. The cold metal table does not feel helpful to them but oh well…

Looking to their left they saw a little trolley set up with a small scalpel and some other tools set on it. Words couldn’t describe the amount of panic Whumpee felt seeing the tools all layed out, they tried to get off the table but the leather straps kept them in place no matter how hard they tried.

“Well you seem to be in a bit of a mood pet”

Oh shit

Whumper was donning his scrubs that Whumpee normally only saw them in before Whumper headed to their vet clinic, which has to be the weirdest thing to them about being Whumper’s ‘pet’. Someone keeping a ‘pet’ who does work on real pets feels like a funny joke until it turns into them actually changing your body to look like a pets. God they hoped they weren’t going to try and give them a tail again, that did not go well last time.

Whumper let out a small chuckle, grabbing the trolley and yanking out the feeding tube, replacing it with a muzzle instead.

“I can hear your little brain thinking pet, don’t worry this isn’t an aesthetic surgery it’s one I think will benefit the both of us.”

Whumpee really doubted that but calmed down a bit after hearing it was not an aesthetic unnecessary surgery but a beneficial to Whumper, but probably still unnecessary, surgery. They hoped they would get some anesthetic, or at least be told what the surgery is.

Their voice came out muffled when they tried to ask about being put under because of the bit from the muzzle in their mouth but Whumper seemed to understand them just fine. They didn’t respond and picked up the scalpel making the first cut across Whumpee’s torso. Guess the drugs is a no then.

They kept trying to twist and turn as each cut and prod to their skin felt like fire. If they didn’t try to escape they would probably burst into tears instead and they were not going to give Whumper that satisfaction.

-

Whumpee lost that battle in the end. It had been nearly an hour since Whumper began the surgery and they gave up trying to hold in their cries after a while. At least it looked like Whumper was almost done whatever this was and Whumpee could go back to not being an operation patient.

“Just another minute or two pet and we should be good to go.” Whumper hummed happily while Whumpee stared them down.

Silence filled the room and Whumper eventually caught on to what Whumpe’s glare meant.

“I’m giving you a gastrostomy tube.”

“. . .”

“Ughh right of course you wouldn’t…” Whumper mumbled to themself as they inserted the small tube into his stomach, connecting it to something and then wiping the skin around the area down with some disinfectant.

“Its like a feeding tube but you shouldn’t have to change it, it will just stay in and we attach the bag to this tube here.” Whumper pointed at the little tube and let Whumpee have a look. They didn’t want to scare their pet too bad after all and Whumpee always got a fright when it came to not understanding what is going on in their body.

Whumpee was glad to have the restraints off and felt some pain in the area but could see the tube clearly. Whumper seemed a little concerned as Whumpee didn’t speak even after the muzzle was taken out but they seemed to ignore that feeling and placed Whumpee on their lap instead.

Whumper giggled at the little yelp Whumpee let out and held them close to their chest as they attached the bag to the new feeding tube.

“This will be better than me having to fight you to put your feeding tube in”

Whumpee remained silent for a while and then spoke up, “…yeah… now you just have to fight me to put the bag on…” They both froze and stared at eachother

“Whumpee no.”

“Whumpee yes.”

“No.” Whumpee shot up and started running to his bed in the other corner of the room, ignoring the fact they had been cut open a few moments ago.

“Whumpee! Stop that you’re going to get hurt”

“Nu uh”

“Um yeah actually you bloody will” Whumpee probably would have stopped if they didn’t hear the playful tone in Whumpers words. If they cant fight them on the matter of the feeding tube then they will just fight them on this instead.

They both stopped after a few minutes, Whumpee worn out and Whumper checking the stitches they had done to see if they were still intact.

“Why are you so difficult hm?”

“Why are you so you”

“Ha ha very funny. Don’t run right after surgery”

“Don’t do surgeries on me then”

“Ha. No.”

They sat in silence the rest of the night, Whumpee asleep and Whumper checking up on their pet to make sure everything went well.

Maybe they’ll behave in the morning.

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Reblog ver.

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Febuwhump day 22 alt prompt- feeding tube

{contains: pet whump, dehumanisation, medical whump}

Some sleeping pills, restraints and several scratches later, Whumper had finally managed to insert Whumpee’s feeding tube.

They don’t know why whumpee still fights back against having the feeding tube in. Whumper has had them for almost 3 years now and the tube is hardly anything new for the pet, the facility they got Whumpee from fed all the pets that way. But Whumpee decided to fight back at every step and it was really starting to get on their nerves.

Whumper winced slightly as they wrapped the gauze around their arm. Whumpee can definitely scratch thats for sure. Maybe they should fix whumpees little fighting habit, or at least try. They placed the gauze down and opened their laptop clicking on the pet forum tab they normally keep open.

Whumper admired their previous photos they took of their pet all cozy in their cage or with them black and blue, crying in pain, before posting a new message

Suprisingly they got quite a few suggestions, whipping, starving, all the usual punishments you would expect, but there was one suggestion that caught their eye and they began to grin. This one will work nicely. Now they just need to wait for Whumpee to wake up from their impromptu nap.

-2 hours later-

When Whumpee first woke up they noticed they were still tied down to the ‘helping table’. They don’t know why Whumper calls it that. The cold metal table does not feel helpful to them but oh well…

Looking to their left they saw a little trolley set up with a small scalpel and some other tools set on it. Words couldn’t describe the amount of panic Whumpee felt seeing the tools all layed out, they tried to get off the table but the leather straps kept them in place no matter how hard they tried.

“Well you seem to be in a bit of a mood pet”

Oh shit

Whumper was donning his scrubs that Whumpee normally only saw them in before Whumper headed to their vet clinic, which has to be the weirdest thing to them about being Whumper’s ‘pet’. Someone keeping a ‘pet’ who does work on real pets feels like a funny joke until it turns into them actually changing your body to look like a pets. God they hoped they weren’t going to try and give them a tail again, that did not go well last time.

Whumper let out a small chuckle, grabbing the trolley and yanking out the feeding tube, replacing it with a muzzle instead.

“I can hear your little brain thinking pet, don’t worry this isn’t an aesthetic surgery it’s one I think will benefit the both of us.”

Whumpee really doubted that but calmed down a bit after hearing it was not an aesthetic unnecessary surgery but a beneficial to Whumper, but probably still unnecessary, surgery. They hoped they would get some anesthetic, or at least be told what the surgery is.

Their voice came out muffled when they tried to ask about being put under because of the bit from the muzzle in their mouth but Whumper seemed to understand them just fine. They didn’t respond and picked up the scalpel making the first cut across Whumpee’s torso. Guess the drugs is a no then.

They kept trying to twist and turn as each cut and prod to their skin felt like fire. If they didn’t try to escape they would probably burst into tears instead and they were not going to give Whumper that satisfaction.

-

Whumpee lost that battle in the end. It had been nearly an hour since Whumper began the surgery and they gave up trying to hold in their cries after a while. At least it looked like Whumper was almost done whatever this was and Whumpee could go back to not being an operation patient.

“Just another minute or two pet and we should be good to go.” Whumper hummed happily while Whumpee stared them down.

Silence filled the room and Whumper eventually caught on to what Whumpe’s glare meant.

“I’m giving you a gastrostomy tube.”

“. . .”

“Ughh right of course you wouldn’t…” Whumper mumbled to themself as they inserted the small tube into his stomach, connecting it to something and then wiping the skin around the area down with some disinfectant.

“Its like a feeding tube but you shouldn’t have to change it, it will just stay in and we attach the bag to this tube here.” Whumper pointed at the little tube and let Whumpee have a look. They didn’t want to scare their pet too bad after all and Whumpee always got a fright when it came to not understanding what is going on in their body.

Whumpee was glad to have the restraints off and felt some pain in the area but could see the tube clearly. Whumper seemed a little concerned as Whumpee didn’t speak even after the muzzle was taken out but they seemed to ignore that feeling and placed Whumpee on their lap instead.

Whumper giggled at the little yelp Whumpee let out and held them close to their chest as they attached the bag to the new feeding tube.

“This will be better than me having to fight you to put your feeding tube in”

Whumpee remained silent for a while and then spoke up, “…yeah… now you just have to fight me to put the bag on…” They both froze and stared at eachother

“Whumpee no.”

“Whumpee yes.”

“No.” Whumpee shot up and started running to his bed in the other corner of the room, ignoring the fact they had been cut open a few moments ago.

“Whumpee! Stop that you’re going to get hurt”

“Nu uh”

“Um yeah actually you bloody will” Whumpee probably would have stopped if they didn’t hear the playful tone in Whumpers words. If they cant fight them on the matter of the feeding tube then they will just fight them on this instead.

They both stopped after a few minutes, Whumpee worn out and Whumper checking the stitches they had done to see if they were still intact.

“Why are you so difficult hm?”

“Why are you so you”

“Ha ha very funny. Don’t run right after surgery”

“Don’t do surgeries on me then”

“Ha. No.”

They sat in silence the rest of the night, Whumpee asleep and Whumper checking up on their pet to make sure everything went well.

Maybe they’ll behave in the morning.