#skittles the whumpee

[whumpshaped]

HEAT!!! FIRE!!!

Bring in a blowtorch!!!

tw interrogation, burns

You take the time to wrap some gauze around the wounds to stop the bleeding. You don't want him to go too soon; your superiors would not like that.

"You know, since you seem to love when I bring out new stuff, I'll grab something else for this next trick."

He doesn't react. You can see him tremble, and it makes you especially excited to know he won't be able to see you approach with the blow torch. You put it right next to his ear before turning it on, and the sound makes him jump in the chair.

"Can you guess what that is?" you ask casually.

"Fuck off."

"Wrong." You turn it towards his forearm, the one thats secured to the table, and press the button.

The scent of burnt flesh fills the small basement in an instant. The man's cries are getting hoarser with every second, and you wonder how long it'll take for him to just lose his voice.

You're merciless with the blow torch. You burn his entire forearm to a crisp, only stopping when his pain receptors are absolutely demolished. He doesn't react when you poke at the blackened area.

"Any names for me?"

"Fuck off. Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off. Go tell your superiors to fuck off too."

[sorrowful-hyacinth]

This is a little random, but I just felt in the mood to draw and @skittles-the-whumpee popped up on my fyp, so I drew her. I hope it’s okay, I couldn’t find too many references of you.

Also, that’s me at the top dragging you away from Malcolm for a bit so that we can get some hot cocoa without him knowing.

[Also Thank you mellon soup for the references]

- 🪻

[skittles-the-whumpee]

Another sneak peak ^^

Well...more of a progress update... ^^;

[cyberwhumper]

Imran had already known, going in, that the conditions of the breeding facility where he now found himself standing would be less than ideal when compared to his old employer. He knew the smaller budget would reflect on the conditions the animals were kept, how the entire process was executed, and what the odds of the transaction working out were. Yet he is still shocked when the cages are small, cramped, filthy. His heart aches for each and every single one of the biopets kept within, but he knows he realistically can't possibly save them all.

Just one. Just the one. That would be enough.

With every step further into the facility, the mental image of Horus degrades in his mind. Guilt gnaws at the forefront of his conscience, and it comes crashing down heavily once he sees with his own eyes what had become of the once powerful animal he had met all those years ago.

Tied to the center of the tiny room, the creature barely had any slack to move. Its body is covered in a litany of sores and bruises, and the emaciated skin clings to bone like a tight-fitting suit. As soon as its gaze meets the handler's, a shrill noise leaves its mouth. Terror, it seems, was all that remained. The knot in Imran's stomach feels so tight it's nauseating.

He hopes to appease the animal despite the handler's amused comments over the pointlessness of the effort. Horus doesn't look at him. Doesn't even seem to recognize him. It pulls away from Imran as best as it can, tail pinned between its exhausted legs, tears streaming down its face, body shaking so hard it makes the chains holding it in place clink. Talking to it has no effect. Even touching it, an act that would have always promptly elicited a bite response, does nothing.

Imran barely remembers the rest of the transaction.

At some point money had exchanged hands, the biopet was sedated, and he now found himself clutching the battered creature tight to his body as if it could possibly flee. The walk back to his vehicle feels shameful.

What have I done? No. I couldn't possibly have known this would happen. But it only happened because of me, didn't it?

The device on the back of its skull has been removed. Vandermeer leaves no loose ends. Imran doesn't want to think of what the withdrawals must have been like for the animal to go through. Death would have been a kinder choice than this.

The disgraced doctor swallows his guilt, and gently lays the biopet on the backseat. The drive would be long, but the worst, he hoped, was already over.

I'm so sorry, Horus. I promise I'll take care of you this time.

[OC INDEX]

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[mj-iza-writer]

So today we were at a fleamarket and came to a little area that was set up for pictures. It's a little prison cell, and it had a stockade inside. Of course right away I was like I'm trying that so I can have writing experience.... let me tell you how uncomfortable it is.

So the one I was set up in you can see I'm standing up fairly straight, then I'm leaning in to the holes.

Just for the few minutes, my collarbone was pressed into the wood. I could imagine long-term like that could definitely hurt worse. I actually wonder if you could break your collar bone once you're exhausted and collapse into it.

I wasn't in it for a long time for my back or legs to be affected as other people wanted pictures, but in this position that would hurt a lot.

You have no way to reach your face, I couldn't adjust my hair or glasses. Imagine the sensory overload of not even being able to adjust things.

In the picture of me doing the piece signs. That is the farthest I could look up. It's a real strain on your neck to look up. Way more comfortable to look down, until your collar bone hurts.

Just imagine what Whumper could do to a Whumpee in this position. Whipping, kicking their legs out from under them. Force feeding, forced to look down and having to strain to look up, not able to look behind at all. The possibilities are endless, I can't even put my racing thoughts in words right now.

The pain after being let out. Your body is stiff and hunched over.

I can definitely see myself writing a story about stockades in the near future. I can not wait to put Whumpee and/or Caretaker in one.

I think I'm going to start..... right now.

I also hope to have inspired you to put your characters in stocks.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

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[whumped-by-glitter]

A Quick View of Tallis' Banding System

⚠️CW: Institutionalized Slavery

Just a bit of lore dump since I've gotten a few questions about it.

Here are 3 different classes of slave bands. These are differentiated by different metals. They indicate what the slave is trained for is also (usually) an indication of their master's social class. Slaves are also sometimes referred to “[type] band”.

Gold bands:

the highest “rank” of slave. They are owned by the royal family. They are split into 2 categories- Palace and Personal slaves. Both categories can be used for entertainment, though it’s more common for personal slaves.

Personal slaves are owned by a specific member of the royal family and tend to their every need. They also perform bodyguard duties if necessary. They are distinguished by a jewel embedded on the bale of the O ring on their collar. Their uniform includes a corset vest with solid boning in the back and front. This restricts their movements and provides an extra layer of safety to the royal they serve. It is essentially a cage hidden behind fancy fabric. Personal slaves, sometimes called gem slaves, do have a small amount of authority over other slaves. They are usually the most highly trained/ specifically skilled.

The palace slaves do not have a specific master and instead answer to a servant overseer. They help in the kitchens as well as laundry, housekeeping, and working the stables, among many other important jobs, such as repairs and groundskeeping. They keep the palace functional and running smoothly.

Silver bands:

They are slaves owned by nobles. Silver bands are used for housekeeping, childcare, food service, and protection. However, usually they are just used for entertainment. They are often the least educated of the 3 classes and the most mistreated. The nobles usually see them as disposable and easily replaced.

Brass bands:

The final class of slaves are the brass bands, sometimes called drudge slaves. Owned by commoners, they are the heartbeat of Tallis. Without them the kingdom’s economy would collapse. Ironically, they are generally treated the best out of the three classes. They are usually given days off, and often have their own living quarters. Sometimes entire villages must pool their resources to buy them, so they are rarely mistreated since they can’t be easily replaced. Their masters often get to know them and care about them. They are usually educated in the most basic reading, writing, and math, if at all.

Potential jobs include (but not limited to)-

Miller

Farm hand

Running the shop when their master is away.

Childcare

Laundry

Stable keep

Construction

And many other jobs requiring heavy lifting or are tedious or time consuming.

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@paingoes, @spectral-whumpy-writer, @vampiresprite, @whumping-in-the-dark

I am also creating an 18+ blog to include spicier scenes and content. It'll be the same story, just with add parts. please let me know if you want to be added to that taglist instead or as well.

[3-2-whump]

Eternal Masterlist

Cleaning up my main masterlist means making a separate one for this series!

Updated: 9/27/24

Eternal, part 0 -where the prequels, background info, and in-between content go to live

Brief Explanation for the Story's Setting

OCs Canonical Birthdays

I Looked Back at My Old Work on This Story…

Eternally Incorrect Quotes, More Eternally Incorrect Quotes

The Auction Floor, Thomas Costa's POV

All of Khaled’s Escape Attempts

What Kind of Leader Do You Want to Be? Part One, Part 2

Thomas Costa's Backstory, As Told by Himself

Eternal (Working Title, Subj. to Change), part 1

Whumpee Intro: The Auction Floor

Whumper Intro: Adjusting Well

Whumper Profile

Whumpee Profile

Whumper & Whumpee Art Profiles

Escape Attempt One

Escape Attempt Last

The New Intern

Intro to Caretaker: Guard Shack

Caretaker Concept Art

Eighteen, Day (Art)

⚠️Eternal, part 2 ⚠️ (this is where things get NSFW)

Eighteen, Night

Nico and the Key Game

The Party

Nico's Notebook

In Vino (et Venenum) Veritas -Part One

In Vino (et Venenum) Veritas -Part Two

What he did with the new phone

Tying Up Loose Ends

Caretaker 2 Intro: The Flicker of a Spark

Aftermath of a Flicker of a Spark

Doctor of Nonpersons

Post-Op Recovery Room (Art)

A Regular Thing?

Scar and Tattoo Update

Scene from A Regular Thing?

Khaled x Julio

⚠️Eternal, part 3 ⚠️

Out of the Corner of My Eye

Julio's Reverie

(Re)Living a Nightmare

Reunion/Catching Up

Khaled Comfort

Let Me See (Please)

Stalking His Prey

Unlikely Partnership

Long Weekend

⚠️Eternal, part 4 ⚠️

HIT!

Of Painkillers and Promises

It Wasn't All Bad: A Collection of Memories

Pay Day/Second Job (Art)

It Started with a Gray Hair

Relapse: Crumbling Promises

You Told Me It Had Stopped

And They Were Conspirators

Mistaken Accusation

The Scent of Jasmine, (Art)

Eternal: Vampire AU 🩸❤️

Initial Ideas/Sketches/Thoughts

Character Concepts

Vampire Asks: fav blood type, how does your blood bag taste and other remorseful musings

Deal with a Demon AU 😈 ❤️‍🔥

Demon AU Drawings

Moar Demon AU Drawings

Tag List, because it just now occurred that I should have one on the Masterlist: @kabie-whump @rainydaywhump @whumped-by-glitter @skittles-the-whumpee @generic-whumperz

@bamber344 @there-will-always-be-blood @morning-star-whump @a-la-whump @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

@defire

[serickswrites]

Hello! I was wondering if you could please do a pt 2 to compass? It was rlly good, and I'm rlly curious if whumpee actually managed to escape or not! Thank you :D

Hello, Anon! I can do a part 2. It's actually plotted over 3 parts (so one more beyond this one). Please enjoy!

Part 1 Part 3

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, hunting, sadistic whumper

Whumper tossed the handcuffs into the back of their truck bed after Whumpee took off into the woods. Whumper smirked as they realized this one was definitely not escaping. There was no way. Whumper had given them a clue of which way to run. But it wasn't likely this one was figuring it out.

They shouldered their rifle, biding their time. At the end of the hour they would begin their hunt. Would begin to track their prey. Would find and get their prey. Whumper would enjoy their hunt no matter what.

The hour flew by. Whumper had spent most of the hour sitting in their truck, enjoying some music and the air conditioning. But as the timer on their watch went off, Whumper felt the thrill of the hunt consume them.

Tracking Whumpee was simple. There were broken plants, foot prints through mud tracking across the woods. Whumpee had fallen at some point and skinned a knee or scraped their leg as Whumper followed little splashes of blood along the ground.

This was too easy.

Whumpee had tracked south. They had followed Whumper's direction to a T. The question was would they be fast enough? Whumper slipped through the underbrush quickly, taking short cuts as needed. They periodically checked to ensure they were still on Whumpee's path.

They just had to get ahead of Whumpee and then they could get their prey. The thrill of the hunt delighted Whumper. They got in view of the city. There was no sign of Whumpee. Whumper hunkered down behind a fallen tree, disguising their body and weapon with more fallen leaves.

And now all they had to do was wait and Whumpee would come to them.

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[whumperofworlds]

THE WHUMP BLOG HUNGER GAMES BEGINS

Here are all of our tributes (tagged under the readmore!)

Just a heads up that it's gonna be a long post!

LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!

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[whumpshaped]

For the interrogation: take a small hand sledge to each of his fingers and toes, simple, effective, and no risk of him dying right away.

tw interrogation, broken bones

"Maybe I'm just too lenient. Maybe ripping off nails is not bad enough on its own." You stand up from the chair, only to return with a hammer. "Not when your fingers are otherwise perfectly intact."

He sighs, exasperated. "Running up and down, like a damn poisoned rat. Just decide on a tool and stick with it, for fuck's sake."

"Or what?" You're pretty tired of him talking like he has any power in this situation. "The only way your stupid fucking blabbering will influence my decisions is if you tell me the names. So shut the fuck up otherwise."

"Getting a little angry, are we?" His grin is right back when he realises his taunts are working. "You can't do interrogations like that. You should pick up meditation or something."

You raise the hammer. He's right. It was pointless to entertain him, even for a moment.

Slam.

His abused pinky breaks easily under the steel, the sickening crunch filling your ears for a moment. This is almost like meditation. You can hear him suck in a sharp breath, but he doesn't make another sound.

That's no good.

You move on to his ring finger, shattering the bones with practised precision, without damaging the next one. You take your time rendering his hand useless, sometimes going back to grind the bones a bit with the wooden handle.

He finally starts groaning in pain. That's definitely progress, even if not the pathetic whimpers you'd ideally like to hear.

"You're never gonna use this hand again, you know," you say coolly.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, kid," he rasps, and you swear you can see some unshed tears in his eyes. "Unless you can do worse than what they'd do to me, I'm never gonna say a fucking word."

[whump-queen]

I brought you a present ~

@demondamage

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[pigeonwhumps]

MD-264N masterlist

When MD-264N, the government's best weapon, runs to avoid being decommissioned and collapses on the doorstep of a small ragtag team of rebels, it's a surprise to everyone. But despite resistance, the weapon, now known as Morgan, starts to find their place, and the rebels soon find that they'll do anything to keep them free.

Contains: living weapon, found family, dehumanisation/self dehumanisation, team dynamics, reluctant caretaker (not the main caretaker), recovery whump, caretaker whump, disabled caretaker (forearm amputee)

Works:

Collapse

Shot

Touch-starved

Flinching

Non-consensual body modification

Disproportionate retribution

Knife to the throat

"That's gonna scar"

Secrets revealed

Made to watch

Soft words

Difficulty breathing

Fever

Found footage

Break

Forced to hurt a loved one

Inferno

Self-sacrifice

Caged

Semi-conscious

Silent tears

"You deserve this"

Can't stay awake

Knife wound

Shackled

Can't scream

Experimentation

"You'll have to go through me"

Bloody clothes

Limp

Natural disaster

Survivor's guilt

"You're safe now"

Epilogue

AU:

Delirium

Extras:

Character picrews

More picrews

Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch @den-of-evil @dustypinetree @cardboardarsonist @skittles-the-whumpee @whatwhumpcomments

[skittles-the-whumpee]

Sweet Skittles

Figured it was time to make something with myself in it 💖Enjoy!

TW: handcuffs, human/lady/trans whumpee, only undies/collar/cuffs

Could be me for sale or auction, could be me post-sale/-auction, could just be me getting inspected by my new owner...who knows? 🤷‍♀️😘

Let me know if you wanna be added to an art taglist :3

[cyberwhumper]

The animal is quite skittish. Despite being alone in the quiet room, able to do whatever it pleases, the creature chooses to spend days pressed up against the corner, terrified of imaginary punishments that don't seem to come. Even as Imran steps into the room to swap old food for a fresh serving, the biopet still doesn't move much from its spot despite being so obviously terrified of him. Every step makes Horus flinch in fear.

He had been so patient with it up to this point, giving the injured creature plenty of space and a consistent environment to help soothe its nerves, yet Imran still couldn't help but feel concern. It hasn't eaten in almost a week, it barely moves from the corner of the room, it whimpers if the man so much as looks it in the eyes. At night it cries itself to sleep, the soft sobbing carried through the house tugging painfully at Imran's heartstrings.

The bruises and cuts which littered its body blossomed into horrifying shades of crimson and purple, areas where he hadn't even noticed the animal was hurt seeming to be bruised as well. In fairness, his eagerness to remove the creature out of that squalid situation likely played a part. He should have inspected Horus better, assessed the damage more calmly, actually planned what to do once he got home. Not that it seemed to mind.

Imran doesn't know whether or not it's even intelligent enough to understand what's happening around it. In the eyes of an animal, the constant change in environments, owners, even down to the rules it's supposed to follow, must be extremely stressful. In a way, he almost hopes Horus doesn't understand, so that it may be spared the burden of knowing the full extent of what it has gone through.

It takes almost another entire week before Imran catches the faintest glimpse of progress, the slightest sliver of hope. The animal, hungry and desperate, had slowly dragged itself to the food bowl. He caught it passed out right on top, so exhausted it didn't seem to have had the energy to drag itself back. Food, he hoped, could be the way to coax the biopet out of its shell. To get confirmation that his strategy was working made Imran elated.

Perhaps one day he could live to see a situation in which Horus would truly be happy and healthy.

Perhaps then, and only then, he could feel like he atoned.

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[mj-iza-writer]

Whumpee jolted awake from a nightmare. They held their hand over their mouth to quiet the sobs.

As quietly as they could, they slid from their bed and opened their bedroom door. Whumpee looked up and down the hall. They wanted to make sure THAT PERSON wasn't their.

Whumpee then tiptoed to Caretaker's bedroom and peaked in.

Caretaker was snoring away. Whumpee sighed quietly, thankful they were safe. They glanced around the room.

'Everything looks safe', Whumpee thought to themself.

They noticed a chair sitting in the corner of Caretaker's room.

Whumpee glanced at Caretaker again before coming into their room and sneaking to the chair.

Caretaker opened their eyes to what they thought was someone moving around in their room.

They reached up and clicked on their lamp.

"Whumpee? What are you doing in here?", Caretaker sat up and yawned.

Whumpee had cuddled their knees to their chest and was resting their chin on their knees.

"I had a nightmare, and I wanted to check on you", Whumpee lifted their head, "I didn't want to be alone, and to leave you alone."

Caretaker tiredly rubbed their face, "aww Whumpee I'm sorry, are you okay? Have you been in here long?"

"A few minutes. I'm okay, I dreamt about that person again", Whumpee looked down, "do you want me to go back to my room?"

"If you don't want to be alone, then you don't have to", Caretaker watched them, "but you need sleep. That chair will be very uncomfortable."

"I'm okay Caretaker, I've slept in worse positions", Whumpee sighed.

"Nonsense, this bed is big enough for the both of us", Caretaker looked up questioningly, "if you are okay with that, at least."

"Are you sure?", Whumpee looked at the bed nervously.

"Yes its fine", Caretaker lifted up the blanket, "the covers are warm."

Whumpee got up quickly and walked to the bed.

Caretaker lifted the blanket a little farther to let Whumpee in then tucked the blanket around them.

After that Caretaker reached and clicked the lamp off again.

"Thankyou Caretaker, I'm sorry for waking you up though", Whumpee settled in comfortably.

"You're okay Whumpee. I'd rather know when something has bothered you, then leave you by yourself with it", Caretaker rubbed Whumpee's face and booped their nose, "that's why I'm here."

Whumpee nodded, "thankyou", they whispered.

"You're welcome", Caretaker chuckled, "now let's get some sleep."

"Okay", Whumpee whispered.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst

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@watermeezer @indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains @3-2-whump @risk606

[whumped-by-glitter]

So.... I currently have down that the Tallisians have wings, but I am also currently realizing it's a huge pain in the ass to write them. To this point, I haven't talked about them in the story itself, but this next chapter is through Balor’s point of view, so I need to actually describe what people look like now. 🤣

I'd like to know what you all think. Should I keep them, or would not having wings be fine? (I'm redoing profiles anyway)

@whumpsandbumps, @whumperofworlds, @skittles-the-whumpee @3-2-whump @wounds-seen-and-unseen

@generic-whumperz @emptycalories-splitlip @pigeonwhumps @i-eat-worlds @starfields08000

@onlywhump @snakebites-and-ink @aloafofbreadwithanxiety @turvuren @whumps-and-bumps

@paingoes @spectral-whumpy-writer @vampiresprite @whumping-in-the-dark

And anyone else who cares about my babble, lol.