/zehecatl’s whump sideblog
primarily a place to reblog tasty whump posts, and maybe, occasionally, post actual stuff. maybe
also has an oc blog at /crigne
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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NASA

pixel skylines

Discoholic 🪩

Product Placement
we're not kids anymore.
i don't do bad sauce passes
tumblr dot com

Origami Around
DEAR READER
sheepfilms
todays bird

Andulka
art blog(derogatory)
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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@theartofmadeline

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/zehecatl’s whump sideblog
primarily a place to reblog tasty whump posts, and maybe, occasionally, post actual stuff. maybe
also has an oc blog at /crigne
Whumpee who seems an alright, well-adjusted type of person, nothing clearly hidden about them, until one day they just disappear. Only then their friends, trying to find them, start digging into whumpee's past.
And oh, the things they find.
genuinely, if you like whump and isn't terrified of horror, you need to do yourself the favour of watching Iron Lung. whump of all time
Long haired character with the hair falling like liquid all over them as they’re hurt and on their knees
Whumpee crawling into Whumpers bed, willing to take whatever Whumper will do to them just to not be alone.
it's good enrichment for The Character(s) when one of their friends gets possessed and they have to find some way to bring them back. great friendgroup bonding activity. especially if they have to do some exorcism bullshit and it's traumatizing for everyone involved and there's collapsing and sobbing afterward. great thing for The Character(s) to do. highly recommend.
"Whumpee woke up, nuzzling into a soft blanket. They were laying on a soft mattress, and something was very, very wrong."
a classic for a reason. they could never make me hate you. perfect. no comment.
The thing is I’m always whump brained but then every once in a while itll turn from background noise to like an active craving. I need kidnapping and tied up men and noncon and all sorts of other messed up shit. I crave it in my bones. I want to see a pretty boy. Get his bones broken.
when a character has to fight a Big Group of people, and they get more and more injured as the fight drags on... 🥰
The original story behind this art has been posted as a novel! Not sure if I'll turn the whole story into prose, but if you're curious, feel free to check it out.
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if you have a very strong/powerful character and you DON'T muzzle and chain them and beat it into them that they're only good as a blunt instrument of violence and use their completely natural reactions to this mistreatment as 'proof' that they're innately dangerous and the mistreatment is necessary + justified then what's even the point tbh
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☑️ imagining blorbo from my show getting beaten within an inch of their life and crying in the arms of the one they love
need That character absolutely delirious with fear. recoiling from everything. unable to parse what's happening around them, their mind stuck in fight or flight. shaking and hyperventilating. completely unconsolable even as they're wrapped in a crushing hug.
good old "whumpee who's conditioned into performing sexual favors for their whumper now mindlessly falls down to their knees in front of caretaker, thinking they're expecting the same treatment."
Whumper telling whumpee how much each of their organs would sell for on the black market to remind them just how close they always were to being more valuable dead than alive.
Scar tracing is such a tender staple between caretakers and whumpees but what about scar tracing between whumpers and whumpees?
Whumper running their thumb over a scar they made on whumpee with the same reverence they'd give a piece of art. Admiring their handiwork, or deciding it isn't prominent enough and they'll need to remedy that.
Whumper running their thumb over an old scar they're not responsible for and getting deeply jealous or bothered because Whumpee is their plaything.
Alternatively, Whumpee tracing Whumper's scars and coming to terms with the horrifying realization that they're beginning to feel something softer for Whumper.
AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON
1981, dir. John Landis