might feck around and traumatize some ocs

Bazyli is the name, i feel shame no more, he/him, not new to whump and dead dove, but awkward as always. probably will contain nsfwhump but tagged. sometimes i draw sometimes i write, but god i am not consistent so bear with me 🥹

[herb-whump]

i am

not dead

yet

hopefully lol

[coldresolve]

can i do an art request for burning/branding someone thank youuu

[coldresolve]

smile a little. we're rising stars

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Tea

I’m back to writing a bit?? i think??? i hope???

I think I’ll make a proper oc introduction, just not today, anyways this is very much inspired by whumptober no. 20 prompt! - “It’s been a long day” with fetal position and going into shock

CW // Mentions of sexual abuse, human trafficking, captivity, incontinence, burning and my poor english grammar :|

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Jules was often thrown around his owners friends, but the woman he ended up at last week, was the most cruel. He learnt to be quiet, be obedient, but it wasn’t enough for her.

Czytaj dalej

[herb-whump]

Oh and please if anyone wants to be tagged please let me know anew cause i dont wanna bother anyone with unwanted notifs!

[herb-whump]

Tea

I'm back to writing a bit?? i think??? i hope???

I think I'll make a proper oc introduction, just not today, anyways this is very much inspired by whumptober no. 20 prompt! - "It's been a long day" with fetal position and going into shock

CW // Mentions of sexual abuse, human trafficking, captivity, incontinence, burning and my poor english grammar :|

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Jules was often thrown around his owners friends, but the woman he ended up at last week, was the most cruel. He learnt to be quiet, be obedient, but it wasn't enough for her.

His Mistress - as she required him to call her - always found flaws in his behavior. No matter what the boy did. Her punishments ranged from simple whipping or beatings, to sexual abuse and death scares. Fear of never waking up again was stronger than anything in Jules' life and Mistress knew it very well. That's why, her hands tugging on his already thin hair prompted immediate screams.

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Jules broke a teacup.

Another one this week. Yet it was enough for her to get incredibly angry. The sound of porcelain hitting the hardwood floor, was like the sound of nails hitting the coffin with Jules' name written on it. Scrambling to hide the evidence, he fell to the ground, cutting the shaky fingers on the pieces. But the footsteps were approaching faster and faster, seemingly to the speed of tears flowing on his face. The closer the sound was, the more tears chocked Jules up.

Until She walked into the room, with what appeared to be an angry grimace, but he wouldn't know better, the tears covered his vision.

The woman looked around the kitchen. Kettle still on the hot induction plate. The boy crawled on the floor, to the nearest wall, hugging it tightly, hoping, praying, that somehow it will swallow him and save him.

But life just doesn't work that way, does it.

Sudden grab of his thin white hair woke up Jules from the delusion of safety, he didn't even process the screaming of the Mistress.

Though she surely did hear his. Every inch of movement, only making them louder and louder.

Pressing the left side of his face to the hot induction plate, immediately caused a blood curdling scream, that just wouldn't end.

Every second felt like he was burning in hell. Tugging and wiggling didn't work, he tried pushing, kicking, but his face was more and more pressed into the hot induction plate. Skin melting into the material, peeling off from his muscles at every tug and move, scorching, burning into black when it finally came off completely.

His whole body wanted to get away at any cost, gasping for air, trying to do something... but it was useless. His muscles failing to stop the humiliation of pissing himself. Like a helpless child. The sound of drips of liquid, pushing him into shame more and more, wet clothes sticking to his scarred skin.

Every tear evaporating as soon as it hit the plate, their salt only worsening the pain from exposed tissues.

Jules felt like every fibre of his being was on fire. His left eye felt like it's going to melt out the socket at any second. The burnt eyelids couldn't even close properly, eyelashes and eyebrows disappearing with the foul stench of burnt hair, to never grow back again.

Every second felt like a lifetime.

Until Mistress finally dropped his head.

Jules' trembling body, sliding onto the floor, with a humiliating splash.

- Pathetic.

And he truly was pathetic at this moment. Curling up into a fetal position, hiding away his freshly burnt face

Just as the kettle began whistling, Jules wished he could forget everything that happened today. It was barely evening, but yet, today was a long day. It sure felt like it was...

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Whumper who nails whumpees palms to the ceiling and leaves them dangling as a punchbag while blood slowly drips down, staining the floor making a cute lil aesthetically pleasing workout room

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When the nails eventually rip through whumpees hands and they fall to the floor, far too beaten up to move anywhere, to even think about escaping they become a kicking bag. Maybe some metal bats are brought out to break and fracture each measly little rib as punishment for having the audacity to fall from their position.

thank Sand

[girlsjustwannadrawwhump]

Asked the server what to draw to get rid of my artblock and @straight-to-the-pain  suggested waterboarding :)

[girlsjustwannadrawwhump]

I’ve never even had more than 100 notes on a drawing and now this one has 200 a fjd fhd 🥺💛💛

[girlsjustwannagettheirblogback]

TUMBLR NUKED MY FUCKING ACCOUNT

I'm girlsjustwannadrawwhump, I was vibing here literally minutes ago, even made a celebratory post about being in the whump community for 1 year ironically enough and as of maybe 30 minutes tumblr nuked my account out of nowhere with no warning !!

So here I am, forced to crawl back to the primitive sideblog I came from before I made my glorious main blog, my baby which ive been nurturing for nearly a year now 😭 Hello darkness my old friend

I miss my old blog so fucking much rip in fucking pieces, i am heartbroken, ive mailed tumblr support but you know, that could take ages, if ever, im holding out hope I can get my blog back tho

But for now here I am whumping and being on ye olde sideblog, hallelujah fucking heck kill me

[magnificenthurt]

Concept: shackles molded to a captive’s wrists, shaped to fit perfectly.

Whether through magic - bending and sealing bands of metal around each wrist, shrinking them to the perfect size - or through metalworking - taking precise measurements, forging a pair of cuffs, welding them shut around the captive’s wrists. Shackles that cannot ever be unlocked, cannot possibly be slipped off, cannot be removed without likely damage to the wrists they bind. Just as permanent, the heavy chain in between, linking one wrist to the other.

A symbol of ownership, of possession, of control. A symbol of hopelessness, of permanence, of freedom lost forever.

[whump-blog]

Whump Art 7

Chained Whumpee after a beating.

Lately I've been writing about this OC called Nicky and I'm very excited to post the first chapter of his story very soon.

[sourwhump]

trigger warnings: broken bones, captivity, humiliation, begging, sadistic whumper

“Poor… little… Whumpee…” Whumper was slowly advancing on them, letting the sledgehammer drag on the floor behind them. The sound was sickening. “It’s hard to run away with a broken leg, eh?” 

“P-Please…” Whumpee was crawling as fast as they could, tears streaming down their face. That hammer had been brought down on their leg once already, and they didn’t want another round. “Please, Whumper, I- I won’t run, I won’t, I swear, I can’t run, I- I’ll probably n-never run again-” They bumped into something and flinched, but luckily it was only a box that they could crawl around, not a dead end.

Whumper was taking their sweet time, letting Whumpee tire themself out. A broken leg like that was nothing but dead weight, and even with the adrenaline, they were bound to get too exhausted to keep this up. They just couldn’t stop grinning. It was always such an exciting sight to watch them panic and plead.

“Please-” Whumpee’s arm gave out and they almost fell over, but they quickly pushed themself up again. “P-Please…” They were getting slower by the second, their body gradually giving up the useless struggle. “I’ll do a-anything, I’ll- I’ll be good for you, isn’t that what you wanted? I-It worked, it already worked, I’ll n-never be disobedient again-” Their elbow gave out under their weight once more, and they couldn’t muster the strength to get up this time. “Please, please, please don’t, please-”

“Looks like our little game of cat and mouse is coming to an end.” Whumper stopped and leaned on the hammer, watching the sobbing mess with a hungry glint in their eyes. “And now that I’ve seen how well you can beg, I’m gonna have very high expectations. But I feel like you’ll deliver.”

Whumpee watched with horror as they gripped the hammer again, and they instinctively covered their eyes, as if not seeing it would protect them. But soon, way too soon they heard the awful sound of their own bones shattering, just before their shrill screams could’ve filled the room and drowned everything else out.

[ecoplasma]

9 - beheading

[herb-whump]

Care

Some early post-rescue stuff with Ilai and Cody.

No heavy tws, only medical and bit of self deprecation.

Enjoy, and now i will disappear for three months again

I also have once again forgot how to do read more on mobile so excuse me TwT

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Waking up in an unfamiliar place was a bit shocking for Cody. It seems he fainted, while on Ilai's knees. Opening his eyes, he saw a white ceiling, with equally bright also white lamps. Lowering his sight, he looked around himself. A lone blue curtain on the right, and a wall on the left. Cody was laying in a hospital bed, with tubes around him. Slightly panicked he jumped in the bed. His jaw was wired shut, immobilized completely. With pale fingers, he grabbed the curtain and pulled it back. Seeing other patients, his fear was at least a bit lowered. But that didn't mean he liked any of this.

- Ah! You woke up... That's good. - Ilai walked into the room with Max again. - The doc wouldn't tell us much, because we're not family. But since you woke up that must be a good sign.

- I mean your not dead, that's enough to be a good sign. No one knows your name though... And now you can't really tell us... - Max sighed, crossing her arms.

Cody looked around again. He only could let out a quiet 'mhm'. Eyes upon the pair, still full of fear.

- It will be okay, man. I promise. Um... Maybe u could write your name down? So at least we know how to call you. - Ilai started rummaging through his pockets looking for any pen and paper. He only found a pen though. - Okay so maybe just write it on my arm. - he held out the pen to Cody.

The boy slowly wrote his name on the punk's skin and looked up at him.

- So... Cody! - he smiled gently.

- Cody. We will remember you for sure. - Max laughed along. - You gave us quite the fright. Doc said you will probably be released soon, if you need a place to stay then just say so. Or rather just nod. - She shrugged with a smile, Cody nodding as she asked.

-Wait, Max, did you eavesdrop on the doctors? They wouldn't let Me know anything. God, you're such an ass. - Ilai couldn't help but laugh at the woman. Cody smiled lightly.

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Their flat wasn't very big, but it was enough for Cody. He barely knew them but he felt the best he ever did with anyone. His jaw was still wired shut to heal, but at least Cody could smile a bit.

- So, tell me, buddy, you either caaan sleep together with me in one bed~ as two bros do. Or just on my bed... Alone. I will be on the couch then. - Ilai hugged him from behind, he was much taller than him

- Don't listen to him, he will just sleep on the couch. You're the sick one here, you need rest.

- But Maaaaxiieeeee

- Worst case scenario I will sleep with him, he is my brother after all. - She sighed, with a hand on her forehead in embarrassment.

Oh. They are siblings. Cody thought they were a couple this whole time. No matter though, he didn't want Ilai to be uncomfortable. Since they got him a notepad, he wrote "We can sleep together in one bed. I don't mind", to the surprise of the siblings.

- W-well I was half-joking. But if you don't mind then it will be the most comfortable, since I have a big bed. - Ilai laughed, while his cheeks were bright pink.

Cody didn't have any clothes of his own, so right now he was wearing too-big clothes from Ilai. He sat him down on the big bed in his room. It wasn't... Big per se. But spacious. Light blue walls, a closet hidden in a wall, a big window with half-dead plants on the windowsill, a fluffy gray carpet, right next to the bed a modern-looking desk with a computer on it. Cody rarely had a chance to look at technology like that, not to mention even touching it. Seeing his interest Ilai's eyes lit up.

- Do you like it? Maybe we can play games together while you recover! I will beat you for sure though - His laugh filled the room - okay okay maaaybe I will go easy on you for a few first times.

Cody wrote on his notepad - "I never played any video games before. "

- Wait you're kidding right? No? Jesus. What were you doing in your childhood? Well, no matter, I will teach you and show you a bunch of games. We have a console in the living room too. - Ilai ruffled the boy's hair, which prompted him to squint and tense - Hey you good?

- mmhm... - Cody let his muscles relax finally. He looked up at Ilai. He wasn't going to hurt him, wasn't he?

He already entrusted his health to him and now he's living with him. He could do whatever he wanted to Cody. IF he wanted.

But he showed nothing but kindness to his worthless self. He kneeled on the floor and hugged the punk's legs. Squeezing himself tightly to them, while a confused expression painted his face.

- Cody...? - The brunette blushed lightly, slowly lowering his hand onto his head, again, the boy's eyes squeezed shut, but when the gentle touch went down to his cheeks, and brushed against his pale skin, with such tenderness...

Cody opened his eyes, finally letting himself cry. Ilai didn't know how to react, unsure how to console the boy, he sat down on the floor and put his arms around him.

- Whatever had happened... I will not let it happen again. I promise... It's okay now... You're safe.

[whumpkinpie]

Calling all active Whump Blogs

This is a roll call, I'm very curious too see how many Whump Blogs their is on the hellsite.

If you're an active Whump blog would you please take a moment to interact with this post to also help people find other Whump Blogs and possibly make some new friends along the way!

Happy Whumping Friends ❣️

[wriye]

Found on pinterest. madamrax.com 

[thewriterswitch]

Cheat Sheet for Writing Emotion

Anger:

Grinding teeth

Narrowing eyes

Yelling

A burning feeling in the chest

Heavy breathing

Unjustified or justified accusations towards other characters

Jerky movements

Glaring

Violence

Stomping

Face reddening

Snapping at people

Sadness:

Lack of motivation

Messy appearance

Quiet

Slow movements

Crying

Inability to sleep

Frowning

Red eyes

Isolating oneself

Fatigue

Not concentrating

Keep reading

[sourwhump]

out of sight out of mind whumper who forgets about whumpee as soon as they close the door. did they leave whumpee in a stress position? did they accidentally lock them out in the cold? are they just forgetting to feed them?

[girlsjustwannadrawwhump]

Whumper with AD(H)D