#whump commissions

[yet-another-heathen]

To my beloved Whump Community,

I'll make you a deal. Donate $5 (€5) or more to ANY Palestinian fundraiser, show me the receipt, and I'll write you:

A 300+ word whump drabble using generic characters and the tropes of your choice. I will write anything (yes, anything) including NSFW if you're 18+

OR

6+ whump prompts/inspiration on your topic of choice

OR

A custom whump OC. You can take your pick of whumpee, whumper, or any other archetype. I'll have you answer some questions on your preferences, and will custom-tailor your adoptable character to your tastes.

Not comfortable picking one fundraiser over the other? Donate to Gaza Funds, and they'll distribute it to the families where it can do the most good.

[whump-side]

✧ Commissions are finally open ! ✧ Here are some additional informations : ✧The DOs and DON'Ts✧ I have a very large gallery of whump art in my blog that showcase the type of whump I am most comfortable with drawing. The following list of what I can do or I cannot draw is not set in stone. Even if your idea falls in the "DON'Ts" category, but you feel like based on the content you saw on my blog, this is something I'd be willing to draw, please contact me to discuss it. ✧ DOs - OC - Fictional characters - Monster/hybrid characters - Whumpee and Caretaker scenarios - Partial nudity (topless) - Maximim 2 characters ✧ DONTs - Gore - Non-con - Pet whump - Furry ✧Contact✧ There are 3 ways to contact me to request a commission : - Tumblr DM - Ko-Fi DM - Email cerumoce@gmail.com (please mention "Whump-Side Commission" in the mail subject) ✧Payment✧ Upon agreeing on your idea, I'll give you an estimate for the commission. Payment will be done though Ko-Fi which allows you to pay via Paypal or credit card https://ko-fi.com/whumpside/commissions ✧Commission TOS✧ https://ko-fi.com/post/COMMISSION-TOS-K3K4P6W0D If you have any question, don't hesitate to contact me or send an ask

FAQ & Commission exemples after the cut

✧FAQ✧ ✧Is Lady Whump okay for commissions ? It's alright as long as it doesn't mix with the "Don'ts" I've listed ✧What age range is acceptable for the characters? Minimum would be teens (15+) as long as they don't look like kids. You can check my art on my blog to get an idea of the age range I usually draw ✧Sketch commission samples✧

Detailed sketch samples

[the-scrapegoat]

Gonna try some Semi-Emergency Commissions!

Hello I am Goatboy. I'm not super active but I do regularly lurk in the community, you may have seen some of my work floating around. I am just trying to make rent and have enough to travel for work and eat this week. I need about 200 to be able to make rent and make it to work. An extra 50 for groceries would be good as well but it's not as much of an emergency, it'll probably go to feeding my cat. If anyone would like an art commission or would like to make a donation DM me and we can work something out?

[forsesam]

Hello Hello! I'm opening my commissions!

please feel free to ask if you have questions!

sharing is appreciated <3

[go-whump-in-the-night]

Whump Art Commissions!!

I am once again advertising my whump art commissions! Have a favorite character you'd love to see whumped? Maybe a scene froma story or fic of yours? Or just have a particular scenario that you'd love to see art of? I'm here to provide!

Half-Body- Full render $50; Flat color $35; Sketch $20 Full-Body - Full render $65; Flat Color $45; Sketch #30 Additional characters are $20 each! All Payments are in USD. I accept payment through Paypal (prefered) or Venmo. Will Draw: Any amount of gore; implied nudity/sexual situations; character death; OCs; tv or movie characters Will NOT Draw: Explicit nudity/SA; minors; real animal death or violence Please DM me for more details or examples of my work! You can contact me here, or email me at eternalcynic@hotmail.com

[pigeonwhumps]

Writing commissions open

I am opening writing commissions! £1 per 100 words.

I will write fandom or oc, including named or nameless (eg whumper, hero, etc) characters.

Fandoms include The Murderbot Diaries, BBC Merlin, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Good Omens, Nimona, and The Sandman. I might be able to do others if you discuss it with me!

No NSFW (sex-wise, I'm fine with gore etc), other hard nos are in the image above.

Payment is via PayPal or Kofi, with 50% due in advance if you're spending over £10.

Personal use only. ABSOLUTELY NO AI USE.

Message me here or on Discord to commission!

[mottinthepot18]

Commission for @i-can-even-burn-salad 🩷

[justbreakonme]

Commissions!

UPDATED

I posted a bit more about opening up commissions here if anyone’s interested, but this is the main post. 

Commissions are currently CLOSED.

FAQs

If I want a commission, how do I get it? 

You can reach out to me via DM and we’ll go from there. Payment’s will be done through Kofi, and will be upfront unless there are specific circumstances.

What information should I send for my commission?

There’s two options. You can send me anything that you’d like to see in the commission, pictures, prompts, gifs, memes, etc. (I typically don’t do fanfic simply because I’m not involved in very many, but there’s no harm in asking.) I’ll clarify anything missing before moving forward to make sure we’re on the same page...

OR

You could just say “surprise me” and I’ll take a look through your blog and write based on what I find. 

The only thing’s I’ll need to know for sure is any triggers or topics you’d like for me to steer clear of, and if you would want it to be NSFWhump or not. (The assumption will be no NSFWhump.)

How much does it cost? 

For each 500 words, it’ll be 5 dollars (or equivalent, I’m not 100 percent on how Ko-Fi does things.) Depending on the content and the total number of words, there might be limits to how long a story can be, but that again will be on a case-by-case basis that I doubt will be needed. Kofi link here. 

When will I get my commission and how?

Depending on the length and content, within 5-10 days maximum. If otherwise, I will let you know before placing the commission. 

I will either send you the commission as a file through DM, or if you’d like for it to be posted and tagged, that’s also an option. 

If you would like a printed and handbound copy, well...let me know. 

What if I want something else?

Editing and ARC reviews are all on a case-by-case basis.

Beta reading is available, timeframe and pricing on a case by case basis.

What if I have other questions?

Feel free to send me a DM or an ask (my anon is always on so no worries) and I’ll update this post as needed. 

Thank y’all to anyone who enjoys the things I post and I’ll still be writing other stuff too, but I wanted to open up for commissions as well. 

[whumpthefifth]

COMMISSIONS OPEN!

I would like to save up some money for Christmas, so I’ve decided to open commissions! If you would like to purchase a commission, check out my Ko-fi commissions page and flick me a message via discord or the email provided once you’ve placed an order. There is a wait time of up to one to two weeks, however if I experience any fluctuations in this schedule, I will let you know via the contacts provided. All payment upfront.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[softmutt444]

Hey would anyone maybe be interested in a 30 euro headshot commission?

[whump-side]

Commission for @raccoonafterdark of their OC Akira and Mitsuki ~

[auroragehenna]

Commision writing chp. 2

CW/TW: Angry whumper, smartass whumpee, stabbing, threats of further torture, torture, implied fantasy racism, charming, DND whump Word count:

Fae woke up leaning against something hard, like stone. And it didn't really feel like waking up more like...Finally breaking through a wall of cotton. Warm...Fluffy cotton...No! Focus! What was going on? Part of her seemed to yell that she didn't want to know but she still pushed through.

Zestia who was sitting opposite her bound captive grinned while she observed the others feeble struggles. Part of the elf wanted to wake up wheras the other part wanted to stay enthralled. „Maybe I should just keep you like this.“, she pondered, „all humiliated and docile. Only problem is you’re also disgustingly happy like this. And that’s…-she reached out with a small dagger-is not why you’re here!”-she stabbed the dagger into the elf’s leg and removing her control over her completely.“

Fae screamed as the dagger was plunged into her leg, waking brutually from the blissfull daze. Her eyes had to adjust to the dim flickering light of a campfire until they finally settled on her attacker.

“Well good morning there. Did you have a relaxing little nap?”, Zestia asked condecendlingly.

“How did you do that? How did you charm me?”

Zestia smirked. “Don’t worry your little head about it, you won’t be alive for long enough to worry about it.” With that Zestia grabbed the knife and tore it carelessly out of Fae’s leg.

Fae didn’t make an effort to catch the scream that ripped out of her throat, her attacker seemed like someone that wanted to hear her scream. That could only be in her favour. She had to get out of here. But then her thought process got interrupted as the knife caught her gaze, glistering in the light from the fire. It was fucking serrated! Against better judgment her eyes snapped down onto her leg to see how the wound looked. It was a bloody mess, shreds of skin adorning the edge of the stab. Satisfying. But painful. Zestia’s eyes narrowed when Fae’s eyes left her to inspect the knife and the wound on her leg. She didn’t even look that horrified. She picked up the blade and used it to tilt Fae’s head up, making the elf’s gaze meet hers. “Eyes on me, Tree rat!”, she ordered.

Fae tried to make a gesture of surrender with her tied up hands, shoulders rising slightly. “Okay, okay.” Silently she registered the slur. It suggested that her attacker had something against elves. But only elves or was she generally racist? Probably not the smartest plan to try to figure it out unless she wanted to provoke her again. Though it hardly seems to matter.

“What are you thinking about, hm?”, Zestia asked, placing her hand on the stab wound on Fae’s thigh and pressing in while leaning in on her.

“Just death.”

Oh, don’t worry by the end you won’t fear it anymore.”, Zestia said, smiling knowingly.

“I don’t fear dying.”

“Excellent.”, Zestia says joyfully and sits back, relieving pain on her victim’s leg but not without letting her fingers dig through the wound, magically slowing the blood flow it so Fae wouldn’t bleed before she wanted her to. She cupped Fae’s cheek for a moment before slipping further back and grabbing her hair. Using the grip to smash the elf’s head into the cave wall behind her. And while she was dizzy she held her dagger into the fireplace and waited.

Fae was disoriented. To say the least. Her vision was spinning and she couldn’t make sense of it until there was something burning hot resting against her ear. Harshly she forced herself to focus, willing the different images to unify.

“Now, tell me something, Fae. Are you travelling alone or were you waiting for someone, or rather meeting somebody?”

Fae felt the burning pressure of what she could only assume was another blade increasing on her ear ever so slowly. Burning her skin and stinging. Still she tried to steel her nerves. Okay this was fine. Think. Lie. “I am travelling alone, I used to be part of a group for a few adventures but we went our separate ways.”, she tried.

Zestia looked at her victim for a moment longer before her gaze moved to the elf’s pointed ear where she was now placing the heated blade at the top of the ear shell. And pushed down, agonizingly slowly. “Remember, you can make this stop at any moment, just tell me what I want to know.”

Fae cried out as the hot-sharp metal was pushed into the top of her ear, the cry drying out to a choked rasp and then to a composed groan. But she held out.

“No?”, Zestia asked for a moment slowing her blade. “Nothing?”

“I already told you; I am alone, I promise.”

“Hmm.”, Zestia just commented and with a final push tore the blade through the ear shell. Pleased with herself she saw that the wound was already pretty cauterized. She wouldn’t need to use magic on that. She held the blade into the flames again for a bit.

Fae heard a disgusting sound of something soft falling before the pain and realization hit her brain. She had cut off a slice of her ear!! A slice of her ear!!

“Zestia drank in the shock and desperation and pain of her victim, letting her sit with the realization for a bit before she set the blade down again only a few centimetres after the slice from before.

Fae’s eyes widened. She only heard the blood rushing in her ears which might as well be since her ear was now bleeding. Or was it burning? She couldn’t tell. It was just pain. It distressed her enormously that she couldn’t see what was happening. All she could do was sit there tied up and stare forward. When she tried to turn her head her attacker would roughly turn it back.

“Now let’s try this again.”, Zestia said and started pushing down again.

“I already told you, please! Please, don’t do this! Please, I swear!”

“And yet somehow I don’t believe you.”, Zestia retorted coldly. Blade now already halfway through the ear again, leaving it red and burned.

“Please, please just stop!”

“You know how to make this stop.”

“Please! Please, okay! I’ll tell you just please stop!” Zestia gave one final push and another piece of the once pointed ear fell down, landing next to the other in the dirt of the cave floor. “Now then? Spill it.”

Fae was crying by now, hot tears ran down her cheeks, sickening as they felt just like the warm blood that she felt like was running down her mutilated ear. Her ear…She was grabbed by the chin and forced to make eye contact with her attacker. Answer me! She demanded. “I was going to meet somebody…A friend. But they’re not an elf!”, she tried, “They’re a good way away from here. They won’t search for me, I promise!”

Zestia grinned. “No, of course they wouldn’t. Who would, hmm?” She let go of Fae’s chin and grabbed the little dagger again, raising it towards the elf’s head.

“Wait-Wait-Wait! What are you doing, you said you would stop! You said-!”

“I lied.”

And with those words the other started to slice into her ear again. At that point Fae lost sense of time, the pain was so overwhelming. She only knew that at some point she had run out of tears to cry. After what felt like forever her torturer finally lowered the dagger again. Fae wanted to feel relief, she wanted to just fall unconscious, but a hard slap connected with her cheek and sent her head flying to the right. When her eyes focused, she looked right at the bloody blade of the dagger that has just cut her whole ear off, piece. By. Piece. She followed it as it spun slowly and then forced her eyes to trail up until-Oh no. “No, no, no, no, no, please! Please I am begging you, please no! No. I’ll do anything.”, she begged, hoping that after all this, something might sway the whims of her torturer but nothing seemed to help.

Zestia held up the dagger and carefully angled the, from heat nearly glowing blade at the tip of the other pointed ear. With a cold satisfaction she reveled in the girl’s begging. She begged really beautifully, and this time, she could tell, she meant it. “If you would do anything, then suffer, suffer beautifully and give me peace.”, she murmured, sure the elf couldn’t hear her over her own fear and pain. After a few pieces Zestia stopped. The elf had been awfelly non-reactive in the last minutes. She put the dagger down and walked outside with a flask, shortly after returning with the now uncapped flask in hand. When she stood in front of the dazed elf she turned the flask upside down.

Fae was, against her will, brought back from her semi-concious state when ice cold water got dumped over her head. Her mind only slowly grasping the chain of events that had unfolded.

The cold water felt like pure heaven on her burned, mutilated ears. But she vaguely knew that she shouldn’t be happy about the water.

Zestia inspected her victim before rolling her eyes and crouching down on her level again. Slowly she stretched her hand again and held the cold flask against the burned edges of the girl’s red ear. A relieved groan escaped the elf’s throat before she could stop it. Zestia searched her gaze and held on to it. Slowly using her charm spell to wind into the others dazed brain. Sneaking through the fog and eventually settling in the centre of the elfs consciousness. There she pulled and tugged until she saw the lights slowly come back in her victim’s eyes, the faint squirms becoming less sluggish. She sat back on her hunkers. “How gracious of you to join me again.”

Fae started at her, face neutral. Everything was pain. She is pain. More than she had ever experienced. And whatever she said didn’t seem to matter. Provoke her? Pain. Cower and beg? Pain. No response? She messed with her mind. A shiver ran through her. She didn’t seem to be able to shake the feeling her attackers spell left in her. This foreign force sneaking itself into her mind and forcing whatever she wanted on her. Panic? Not anymore. Now it felt like there was a hook keeping her mind from drifting off, even her brain was restrained!! She had to keep herself from hyperventilating. And it wasn’t just “tough it out and then it’s over” the woman wanted to kill her! She would never see…Oh god no, she couldn’t do that to them…-Oh shit, the knife is in the fire again!

Zestia’s grin grew again, delighting in the way the elf’s eyes snapped to the dagger she was holding into the fire again.

„Aww, did you think you were done?“, Zestia taunted. „No, no, no. You‘re far from done, tree rat.“ With those words Zestia pulled out the dagger and slahed it over the previous stab wound.

Fae screamed out in pain, tears springing into her eyes again, making her vision hazy. Her attacker left her no time to breathe, delivering more cuts over her legs, arms and face. It burned and somebody was screaming. Must be her.

Zestia was pondering, using the dagger to tilt her victims chin up. Turning it from side to side slightly, eying it, trying to decide what to do.

Fae‘s screams had died out to mindless grunts. The pain and smell of her own burned flesh making her gag.

„Hmm, I‘m running out of space here. I think it‘s time for a new canvas, don‘t you think?“ She grins in sadistic delight.

“What? You’re gonna heal me?”, Fae asks, trying to keep up an unfazed mask.

“Naww, trying to act brave? Cute. Shouldn’t you know better than to lie to me by now?”

Fae just stares at her.

“Don’t try to hide your fear from me. You don’t get to do that, you understand?”

The elf glares at her but eventually shrinks together.

“Good. But you’re actually lucky, vermin.” Her grin widens, more resembling a baring of teeth. “I have gotten quite tired from this so let’s get you settled in and ready for the night shall we.”

“Stay the hell away from me!”, Fae cried out in fear.

“No. I won’t.”, Zestia replied. Moving closer and to the tied-up girl and starting to fidget with the ropes. After securing those with a magical lock she pulled out a rag and shoved it into the elf’s throat before tying the ends of it too tightly around her head. “There you go.”, she finally said and backed away from her victim. “Have a good rest, I will finish you off tomorrow…”, she laughs and trails a finger from the elf’s cheek down her jaw and throat before starting to settle for the night.

Fae tried to get out as best as she could while the other was re-restraining her but it was pointless. Everything seemed pointless! She couldn’t manipulate her when everything she said or did only fuelled the fire! She couldn’t get out; nobody knew where she was and apparently this woman could decide by will how soon or late her death would come! She didn’t know what to do and it fucking terrified her. How much longer did she have? She wish she could also get some sleep, she was fucking exhausted, but her whole body burned, throbbed, bit or in some way expressed pain. And the fear was releasing too much adrenaline. There had to be a way, some way-Maybe, maybe she could make herself useful to the other. In some way. Evade immediate death and wait until she found a way out. Yes. That was her only option left. This had to work. Somehow. Otherwise…What even did Zestia mean with a blank canvas? Okay no, that just meant that she would heal her, come on Fae, think logical. Think logical…

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33 (, @princessofhe11, @bisexuawolfsalt)

[kim-poce]

Smile and Wait

This is @boonasaurusrex's character: Chipper. Thank you for the commission!

CW: fantasy whump, non-human whumpee, permanent injure, kidnapping.

=-=

Chipper has an important role, and he always tries his best to fulfill it.

When Master is lonely he leans on his lap and keeps him company, when he is tired he is there to help, and when he is sad Chipper does his best to make him smile, rubbing his face on him, letting Master pet his horns, or put some funny stickers on them sometimes. His existence is to make Master happy, and in exchange (because Master is so very merciful, and gives something back even when he doesn’t need to) Master feeds him, houses him, pets him, and loves him.

Life was generous, and Chipper couldn’t be any more grateful for the Master he has. That’s the reason he was smiling, looking out from the truck’s door’s window while Master was buying midnight snacks in a convenience store he didn’t know had opened there. The line was long, since his Master wasn’t the only one curious about the new place, all Chipper needed to do was to stay inside, smile and wait.

Stay inside. Smile. Wait.

Stay inside.

A hand reached inside the window, unlocking the door and dragging Chipper out by his wrist.

Smile.

He tried to scream, he could see Master inside the store, he could get his attention if he screamed loud enough. He didn’t. He never screams, he can’t, it doesn't matter how hard he tries.

“P-please master, I’m master’s please I-” he begged, smiling up, showing he is harmless. “Please.”

“Shut it,” the stranger said, grabbing him by his horn and shoving him inside a van. 

Wait.

Time passed. The van was small, dark and filthy; the strong smell of rot and blood was suffocating, making each breath a chore. He wondered if Master would be able to find him. Does he think he ran away? No way. He knows he would never do it. He knows he loves Master more than anything in the world. He knows, right? He will come for him, right?

Chipper whimpered at each stop, half wishing the stranger finally took him out and half hoping to never arrive wherever he was heading to.

They arrived of course, there was no reason for them not to. The van’s door opened to show a dark place, like a barn of some sort, not that Chipper was paying attention to the surroundings, not when the stranger was holding ropes in one hand and a hammer in the other. He backed away, hand touching something wet, he wished it was still pure dark, he wished he hadn’t seen the blood.

“P-please don’t, please Master is looking f-for me,” is he really? “And I've been good-” did I? “Please p-please?”

“Crying already?” the stranger sneered, making Chipper notice the hot tears leaving his eyes.

He can’t cry. He is supposed to smile, to keep Master company. He has an important role, he needs to make Master happy. He needs back, please, he wants to go back.

“P-p-lease-” he voice was cut by the sudden loss of distance between him and the attacker.

The man easily pulled him closer to the exit, not out, he had the feeling he wouldn’t be out of the van so soon.

“Hands,” the stranger ordered, and he obeyed before even thinking about it, and if he had thought about it he would obey the same.

Chipper hyperventilated while the ropes dug into his wrists, whimpered as the other ends was tied to both sides of the van, forcing him to kneel with chest exposed and arms open. He didn’t complain, he can’t ever complain.

“t-thank you,” he said weakly when the stranger was done.

“Thank you? Ha.” The stranger pulled him by the hair, making his heart beat so fast that it could stop. “Shall we see how far your gratitude goes?”

The man reached for the hammer, Chipper was dead quiet and froze when it was raised, eyes closed when it went down.

Chipper had been wrong, he found out, it turns out he can scream. When the hammer struck he screamed his throat hoarse. It could have hit his skull for the way the sharp pain felt like splinting his brain into two, it could have been in his eyes from the way everything turned dark. Or in his arms and legs, his whole body, as every muscle turned weak. The way the pain overwhelmed his every sense.

His right horn was turned into shards, joining the rotting blood and filthy on the floor. It wouldn’t grow again, master wouldn’t pet it again, master loved his horns, master would be so sad and disappointed. It was certainly that the reason that over the pain Chipper felt sadness, it was Master’s care for the horns and not his own love for it, it was just so it would make him worse in his role, certainly not because he felt less himself now.

“T-t-t-thank you,” the fear forced out, taking over and attempting anything that might make the future more bearable.

“Oh?” the man smirked, amused and playful, “Not enough yet?”

=-=

Commission Info!

[the-scrapegoat]

Would anyone be interested in commissions? I came to the conclusion thinking about it forever is never gonna get me anywhere so I might as well try. ^^; was thinking of starting w something small like sketches, either digital or paper. Thoughts.?

[pixelatedraindrops]

I feel like I’m just becoming a sick whump blog that reblogs good sick whump and the only time I post it is if I’m making an edit tormenting someone else xD

[whumpy-gems]

I’ve had an online friend mention this a few months ago. How they wanted to find some information on their disability that a person said was on Tumblr. Only to find fics upon fics of whump.

now In thoughts of changing tags, I feel like any specific tagging used to explain whump,(paralysis, epilepsy, vision) tag it, but add a whump related term as well! Like conjugating a French verb.

#epilepsy whump, #paralysis whump.

this specification, would be able to help differentiate fiction and reality on Tumblr. Leaving everyone content. If enough people take part in the change, a system could be made. A system taking everyone, both whump lovers and Mellows into account and show respect to people.

Changing the whole tagging system doesn’t seem to impossible.

But it will take time.

so why not start now?

Attention Whump Community!

Clogging disability tags is a massive problem that we need to address. Many tags, especially those surrounding permanent injuries, paralysis, vision loss and certain illnesses have become unusable due to being flooded with unrelated things. Yes, that includes your writing. Those tags are not for you. It's isolating, frustrating and depressing to try finding a community and other people who share your issues but all that comes up is whump, fandom shit, gifs, headcanons, etc.

I'm newly paralyzed. I have looked at many tags surrounding paralysis, trying to find support, a community, anything of people struggling with the same thing. Nothing. There's barely anything for us in the general disabilty tags. I am BEGGING you to understand and recognize how AWFUL it is.

So, I have a proposition. A tag you can and should use exclusively for disability content in whump writing. Not any other tag surrounding disability, lest you'll clog it up.

#disabled whumpee

It's tempting to use more specific tags, I get it. Due to being in the whump community myself I know #medical whump is already a tag. You have those tags. Use them. Don't use the disability tags. Don't clog up the few spaces us disabled people have.