#beloved scribbles

[belovedwhump]

Whumpee stared at the two doors, desperately trying to keep the dread clawing up their throat from showing on their face. Freaking out wouldn't accomplish anything.

"Well... I've got no clue," Teammate said, trying to break the sudden tension with an awkward laugh. "I mean, they look identical. Guess we just pick one and hope we're lucky?"

Their voice sounded muffled, drowned out by the faint ringing in Whumpee's head that only seemed to grow louder the longer they stood there. Sweat coated their palms. It was happening again.

"That's assuming there is a right choice." That was Caretaker. Their words were a lot softer.

"You said it yourself, it's a test. Every test has a correct answer."

"Depends on what they're testing." Whumpee didn't have to look to know Caretaker was watching them as they said that.

"It's just a door?" Teammate sounded confused now. Whumpee couldn't blame them. They were new to the team. They hadn't been there during Whumper's last game; they hadn't seen the aftermath. "How bad can it possibly be?"

"Bad." Whumpee's voice didn't sound like their own. "It will be really bad."

[belovedwhump]

2 scenarios immediately popped into my head...

SCENARIO A:

"I'm going... to murder you."

The threat fell rather flat, wheezed out between struggling breaths. Whumpee had one hand wrapped around their aching - and definitely broken - ribs. The other was pressed to the floor, shaking from wrist to shoulder under the strain of keeping them from collapsing in a heap again. Still they glared at Whumper. They put everything they had into it. Every little bit of anger - and they had a lot of anger.

But Whumper just laughed.

"Oh, Whumpee..." Whumper patted their head, grin twisted with a gleeful pity. "I don't think you can."

SCENARIO B:

"I'm going... to murder you."

The words were gritted out between clenched teeth. Each one gave Whumpee the full experience of Whumper's foul breath. The Whumper's knife was pressed against Whumpee's neck, tight enough to draw blood. A thin line of red ran down Whumpee's neck, disappearing into their already reddened shirt. Despite all this, Whumpee grinned. Their teeth was speckled with blood as well.

"You can't." The reply made Whumper increase the pressure on the knife. It didn't stop Whumpeer from continuing - if they were going to let themselves be intimidated by Whumper, it would have happened four beatings ago. "You said you needed me."

For a moment, Whumpee thought Whumper might actually stab them anyway - but then Whumper tore themselves off Whumpee with an angry growl. Whumper ran their han through their hair, leaving a trail of Whumpee's blood in it. They took a few deep breaths. Then they stepped back into Whumpee's face, sightly more controlled this time.

"I can't kill you now, but the second you're not useful to me anymore... you will regret it."

Whumper was probably right, but Whumpee held onto their mask of carelessness with both hands.

"If you say so!" Whumpee called out, watching Whumper stomp out of the room like a child throwing a tantrum.

The moment the door closed behind Whumper, Whumpee could feel the mask slipping. Dread washed over them like a tidal wave. Somebody please save me...

"i'm going...to murder you."

[midnigtartist]

III. Future

[spoopdeedoop]

was discussing accent hcs for cbee on a discord server (mainly me talking to myself) and landed on transatlantic ranboo and scottish tubbo for some reason. and the second doodle was for fun

[elizakai]

uhh for doodle requests, some Killermare or Kist maybe??

funny how things change

[captn-trex]

he’s finished :)

fives my beloved <3

tagging: @lonewolflupe @ghostymarni :)

[shadowthedragoncat]

Stupid creature

I love her, just a fucked up looking critter

Kinda inspired by that one portrayal of lampert I've seen around where he's just a fucking round creature/the flat fuck friday crocodile

[comatosebunny09]

Self-aware Sylus, who’s been plotting to break free of the LADS universe for a while. He’s been plagued by dreams of someone, seeing their smiling face in his sleep every day. Each time he’s met them, the details of their countenance have become more evident.

Now that he knows he’s been manipulated, everything from his actions to his dialogue preset for him, Sylus wants nothing more than to be free and to meet the person plaguing his dreams. With the use of his hacking prowess, he’s able to escape the game.

He wakes to ocean waves crashing against the shoreline and seabirds cawing in the distance. He sits up in the surf, blinking the bleariness from his eyes. A figure rushes towards him, blurry at first, silhouetted by the sun.

“Are you alright?” the figure asks, kneeling at his side. It’s them—it’s you. The person he’d dreamt of for what felt like ages, quietly calling out to him from the furthest regions of his mind, even when he wasn’t in control.

You’re more beautiful than his dreams could conjure, voice gentle, hand cautious on his shoulders.

He takes you in, still in awe. Surveys his surroundings, noting that he’s washed up on a beautiful island with modest infrastructure and palm trees bordering the horizon. He’s clearly not in Kansas anymore.

As you help him sit up, his mind races with questions. Where is he? How did he get here? Why is he here? But more importantly, he wants to know who you are and what significance you play in his life, haunting his dreams like a pretty specter.

Before he can get a word out, more figures approach from behind you. And Sylus thinks he might’ve had a rough ride traveling from the LADS universe to whatever timeline he currently inhabits. Because why in the hell do all the figures behind you look like anthropomorphic animals?

[belovedwhump]

For @whumpuary 2025 Day 1: sacrifice | headache | "this will hurt"

Word count: 465

Content: captivity, torture, beat up, head injury, sleep deprivation, starvation, branding, defiant whumpee

"This will hurt." Whumper didn't sound the least apologetic about it. In fact, they look quite pleased with themselves. The glow of the fire made them look even more sinister than the dark, damp cellar had managed alone.

Yeah, no shit!

Whumpee could have figured that out themselves. The iron was a vibrant red and radiating heat despite the good few inches of free air between it and Whumpee's exposed skin. It was very obvious what Whumper had planned (even without the countless times Whumper had explicitly and in grave detail explained what was going to happen), and it was equally obvious how not fun this day was about to be.

The day hadn't even been fun to begin with. Whumpee hadn't even had time since the last beating to tell if they had two or three broken ribs. All they knew for sure was that it hurt to breathe, their brain was threatening to beat itself out of their head and they just wanted to go to sleep.

Whumper, of course, had different plans.

It had been a few days since Whumpee had woken up in this disgusting hellhole. They were unsure of how many, with the lack of daylight and Whumper seemingly coming and going without any reason, Whumpee had very little to go on. Whumper also seemed very keen on keeping Whumpee from sleeping. Napping between getting the shit kicked out of you was not good for the thinking ability. Neither was the headache that had just been getting worse for the past few beatings. At first, Whumpee had tried keeping track of the time; counting minutes, judging their level of hunger, that sort of thing - but that was pointless now. Their stomach had been replaced by an empty void. Whumpee wasn't entirely sure if the building nausea was caused by the growing starvation or the likely concussion.

The team should be aware of the Whumpee's predicament by now. At the very least of Whumpee's disappearance, maybe even Whumper's role in the whole thing. Rescue was coming. Whumpee didn't know when, but they were sure it was coming.

They just had to hold out until then.

Whumper tilted their head, seemingly waiting for Whumpee to react. They still had that seemingly permanent smirk on their face. It was dancing on Whumpee's last nerve. They were cold and tired and hungry and in fucking pain - and Whumper was enjoying it all.

"Do you promise?"

Provoking Whumper was a terrible, horrible decision (Team Leader always said Whumpee was too reckless), but all Whumpee had left was their stubbornness. That and not giving Whumper the satisfaction of watching them actually break.

So Whumpee gave Whumper a bloody grin, and tried not to scream as the branding iron was shoved harshly against their stomach.

...they failed.

[undefeatablesin]

INHERITANCE 🌙

[midnigtartist]

I am stuck on Wyll and Dot as childhood friends. They’re so freaking cute

[peachy-scars]

haha bro I think the glory and legacy that overshadows your actual achievements is shadowing over on me too lol .

[elizakai]

propaganda

[surreal-duck]

redraw of what still remains my favorite comic ive done to this day. thats it thats the dynamic

extra:

[tinyluvs]

thinking about camboy!rain who knows he’s pretty, stunning, knows his body is good, desired. knows he can make money off of it. so he sets up an account on some sketchy lil website and within a handful of weeks he has thousands of followers

camboy!rain who puts on a pretty little pastel blue skirt that doesn’t really cover anything but matches the colour of the large girthy silicone dildo he’s bouncing on, leaning forwards to show the camera & viewers how wet he is & how stretched out he is around the toy, slick dripping into a puddle on the floor

camboy!rain who will stop bouncing when people stop sending money, tells them if they wanna see him cum they have to send and within seconds hundreds of dollars are being sent his way so he starts bouncing again, wraps a hand around his dick and jerks until he’s cumming in puddles all over the floor

camboy!rain who gets dew to stand behind the camera jerking himself off over rains face while he’s overdoing it, performing for the viewers. sticks his tongue out and shows of the little metal ball that sits perfectly in the centre of his tongue. says, you gonna cum for me? paint my face and let everyone see? to dew so everyone hears him groaning n grunting, fuck yeah

camboy!rain who lets dew cum in thick hot stripes all over his face & tongue, shows off the way it pools around his piercing. let’s dew dance his fingertips through the mess, smearing it over rains lips & down his chin while calling him a little slut

camboy!rain who sits on swiss’ lap, camera only showing their bellies and where their cocks are pressed together, swiss’ hand working over both of them while rains arching his back so pretty, rutting his hips up to fuck his cock through swiss’ fist until swiss’ fingers are covered & dripping in a mix of their cum

𖤐 more camboy!rain thoughts 𖤐 ghouls masterlist

[dilfmobius]

a little mobius pick-me-up