#whump oc

[rizzoto-whump]

I really enjoy the dynamics of size difference in whump, especially when there's a smaller whumpee and a larger whumper. The contrast of a small and fragile whumpee, easily overpowered or defeated by a larger whumper—like a pathetic, sad wet cat they are.

#whump #whump prompt #whump art #whump OC #military whump #smaller whumpee #bigger whumper #size difference #sadistic whumper #older whumpee #pathetic whumpee #OC: James #OC: Ronald

[dresden-syndrome]

I want whump friends!!! Reblog if you wanna talk about whump stuff and OCS and share ideas and favorite tropes, feel free to dm with whump OC talk and whump ideas out of nowhere! Honestly I'd really appreciate some human interaction in my life :)

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump ideas #whump tropes #whump scenario #whump blog #whump oc

[whumpy-wyrms]

some silly Dew and Anton doodles :3

#i remembered to draw dew’s glasses 3 out of 5 times here #that’s a new record #the last lab rat #tllr art #dew oc #anton oc #basil oc #my art #whump art #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump blog #whump series #whump oc #lab whump #needles #restrained #winged whumpee #test subject whumpee #scared whumpee #captive whumpee #carewhumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #scientist whumper #whumpee #whumper #whumpy wyrms art

[oddsconvert]

@ Izaak 🤪

#A Taste of Your Own Medicine #ATOYOM #Izaak Silvera #pet whumpee #whumper turned whumpee #defiant whumpee #he angy #and bitey #whump #whump oc #whump writing #whump series #whumpblr

[rabbitdrabbles]

[ CW // some blood ]

stomp!

touched up an old WIP from feb 2023 of these two. still not pleased with the final result but it’ll have to do

(in case you didn’t know, secretary birds kill venomous snakes by repeatedly stomping on their heads :)

(taglist: @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question )

#whump #whump art #whump oc #gore art #angel whump #angel whumper #nonhuman whumper #nonhuman whumpee #species whump #gore artist #whump artist #patchworkedhell #guro art #guro

[abhainnwhump]

Ribbon (Doll!Ink)'s Reference Sheet

I've never actually done a reference sheet before, but this was pretty fun.

Masterlist/Context

#IMYM #I just realized this is the first art I ever posted on Tumblr #Not counting my main account's pfp #whump #whumpblr #whump art #doll whumpee #whump oc #sort of #doll whump #undertale #undertale au #ink sans #ink sans au #my art #nightmare sans #inkmare #ink x nightmare #nightink #Ribbon!Ink #intimate whumper #whumper x whumpee

[ilasknives]

INK BLACK AND BLUE (A whump fic introduction).

hello and welcome to my newest whumpee! I swear I'm writing my other stories but for now you can have him :)

CW for: BBU/BBU Adjacent, pet whump, brief mentions of non-con touch, non-consensual drugging.

1: Hand to Hand to Hand

Pet practically belonged to the casino by now. He was here more often than not, these days, tucked uncomfortably under some table in the back corner with his head down and his knees underneath himself, hands bound tightly together and chained to a table leg. It was a small place compared to most, low-lit in the yellow wash of the dying lights on the ceiling, hidden in some back alley somewhere. The kind of place people went when they didn’t want much competition, or when they’d been kicked out of every bigger casino in the area. Pet could find his way here from any corner of the town in his sleep.

Most days he’d be dragged in the doorway to a handful of pills shoved down his throat and a hand - or several - blocking off his breathing until he swallowed, then he’d be shoved down to his knees on the moth-eaten carpet to wait.

Today was no different. He couldn’t see much beyond the shoes of the players and the table legs around him, but by the force of the poker chips being dropped on the table and the anxious shifting of the pair of legs beside him, it was going to be… a long night. It had already been a long night. His owner - current owner, anyway - was losing, and badly.

A hand dropped down to rough up his hair and Pet gritted his teeth, curling his fingers into the carpet fibres and hunching down lower. Every muscle in his body drew tense, the urge to bite swelling in his chest, raging and painful, dulled only by the drugs in his system. Somewhere else, he would thrash and turn and sink his teeth in. But he didn't bite here. He'd learned that lesson well and truly by now. He worked his teeth into his bottom lip instead, and the hand drew away to throw another card down on the table.

The game dragged on. Poker chips slammed on the table above him, a kick to his side, yelling from the men who were losing, yelling from the men who were winning. A hand in his hair, more chips on the table, more yelling. Cards, chips, hand, yell. Teeth into lip. Cards, hands, yelling. Nausea, climbing his throat. Drugs and swimming vision. The urge to fight, stuffed somewhere back behind his teeth. He didn't bite here.

The table cleared slowly as time wore on, players running slowly out of cash as it piled in the centre or finally deciding to escape with their winnings before they lost them again. His owner kept reaching down to pet his head – something that only this owner did, really, and Pet didn’t know if it was a nervous habit or if he thought it was some odd form of good luck. Pet had never asked, too focused on keeping his teeth in his mouth and ignoring the way it made his skin crawl. He’d never be seen like that, anyway. At worst he was bad luck, at best he was nothing to them at all.

He gritted his teeth together under the table and dug his fingers into the carpet. It was worn, here, from how often he did this. His table, his spot. Casino property, or whatever. He didn’t want to mean anything to them.

It was some time before the sound of the door opening drew his attention and he lifted his head to see a new pair of shoes stepping across to the table.  

“You have time for another round?”

The newcomer’s voice was not one that Pet had heard before. He stilled, listening. The men here were all violent and mean, slurred voices, rough hands. Pet knew them all personally. Intimately. He’d been to each house, each bed, each basement floor many times over but this man – he didn’t recognise him. There hadn’t been a newcomer to this casino in months.

“Just packing up,” said his owner, but there was an edge to it, like he was hesitating. The newcomer shifted his feet.

“Are you sure?”

“… You play cards?”

“I’m quite good at cards, yes.”

His owner sat up straighter and laughed. None of them could resist a challenge. This was going to drag out into another few rounds of back and forth, and his legs were already numb. It was a goddamned miracle his owner had kept him this long as it was, but he was quickly running out of money and Pet knew he didn’t know when to stop. This owner was always more hesitant to give him up, for whatever reason, but he’d done it many times before. He’d do it many times again.

There were three of them at the table now – his owner, another regular, and the newcomer. The cards shuffled, and someone started tossing them out. One fell, fluttering down to the floor, and the newcomer leaned down to pick it up. He glanced up when he did, face-to-face with Pet as he reached for it. The man blinked at him, picked the card off the floor and straightened. That was fine. He’d prefer to be ignored, anyway. Above him, the conversation continued.

“You have a pet here?” asked the newcomer.

His owner huffed out a laugh. “He’s not worth much, if that’s what you’re wondering. A pain in the ass, more than anything. Aren’t you, pest?” He reached down to rough up Pet’s hair again. He gritted his teeth together and refused to respond, which earned him a smack up the back of the head. “See what I mean?”

“I didn’t know they were allowed this close to the tables.”

A scoff. “You think this place cares? You’re not in a big city anymore, mate.”

The newcomer hummed in agreement. “Guess not.”

Pet glared at the floor, tearing carpet threads up with his fingers, bottom lip worked painfully between his teeth. He’d bitten it raw, but no one cared, least of all himself. It’d just be a point of mockery later, of wow, pest, had to try real hard to keep your teeth to yourself back there, huh? and rough hands holding his face still so someone could lick the blood away. He told himself he’d smash his face into theirs.

Bad pet. Pest. Fucking menace. He revelled in it.

Just not here, he reminded himself when his owner shifted his leg to press it against his side. The contact made his stomach turn.

The game went on.

“Not as good as you said, huh?” Someone said, late into the game, late into the night. “Bet that hand you got dealt isn’t looking as good as you thought.”

A laugh. A shuffle of cards. “I guess not. You’re doing well, though.”

“You’re too fuckin’ polite for this place, mate,” his owner laughed. More chips dragged over to his side, piled so dangerously close to the edge that if Pet craned his neck, or shifted just a little too much, he’d be able to make them fall. Somehow they didn’t when his owner leaned across the table. “Got another round in you? Or are you gonna tuck your tail between your legs and run home? Easy winnings from someone who claimed to be good at this.”

The newcomer sighed and shifted, a hand coming down to pat at his pockets. Pet had been here long enough that he understood what was happening, the desperate search for something else to put up, the draw to the game even when he’d done nothing but lose.

“… I’ll put my car in.”

The owner laughed heartily and accepted. The other regular had left, by now, and it was these two alone, nothing but Pet and the casino staff behind the bar to watch them. This game, another. The tide turned, and his owner started losing, the newcomer’s skills seeming to come through for him.

His owner was scrambling, now, the wins he’d been gloating about ripped right from underneath him.

Pet felt the tug on his leash before he heard the words.

“Throw him in, too.”

“Your pet?”

“His attitude isn’t worth shit, but a pet’s worth a lot of money, you know that.”

“… Sure,” shrugged the newcomer. “My dad could use another pet.”

If his owner had been any decent kind of person, he might have mentioned that Pet was not the kind of pet that anyone would want. He was disobedient and angry. He didn’t get passed around the casino because he was good. They all just wanted their shot at breaking him – it’s all he was good for, anyway. A bargaining chip, a game piece, something to be taken and given up. Just a monetary value and a source of bragging rights.

But his owner was a bitter, arrogant kind of man, just like the rest of them. He was a desperate one, too. So Pet became part of the betting pool once again, and the cards were shuffled above him.

In the end, no matter how hard his owner had tried, no matter what cards he played, it hadn’t mattered. He lost the money. He gave up Pet.

At some ungodly hour of the morning, after a scuffle between the men - over one claiming the other had cheated, or scammed him, or something like that - that the casino staff had to break up, Pet’s chains were taken off his wrists. He heard one of the staff mutter a recommendation for a muzzle.

The newcomer wrapped Pet’s leash around his fist and dragged him outside.

The world swam, and his legs barely had feeling back, and he didn’t fight when he was pushed into the back of a car, still too close to the casino.

He didn’t bite here.

But almost. Soon. When the drugs weren’t making him so tired, when he wasn’t trying to figure out what this new owner would be like and how hard he’d have to fight.

He didn’t answer when the man asked for his name. He’d stopped keeping track of those a long time ago.

They drove the rest of the way in silence.

Taglist (please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!): @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @whumpinthepot

#whump #whump fic #bbu #bbu fic #box boy universe #pet whump #whump series #whump series introduction #box boy universe fic #whump writing #whump oc #tagging things on tumblr my beloathed #writing: ink black and blue #writing: ib&b

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Like a deer in headlights

UARAD Taglist: @creppersfunpalooza @toyybox @whumpy-wyrms

#Uilebheist A Rinn An Duine #ruaridh mullen #abandoned whumpee #experiment whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #monster whumpee #monster whump #lab whump #lab rat whumpee #whump art #whump oc #oc whump #whump #whump community #whumpblr

[a-wumper-on-the-internet]

legit question, I do not know.

Please elaborate in tags, replies, reblogs!!! More details the better!

#whump #whump community #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump oc #whumpee #whumper #whump meta #whump writing #whumpblr #whump tropes #lotsa tags for the poll to spread! #dark comedy #black comedy

[rainydaywhump]

Kel and Annette after a long day. Ignore the stray hand in the corner.

@i-eat-worlds @pigeonwhumps @den-of-whump @generic-whumperz

(tracked down the pose ref I used to Cyarin on DA, who drew a much better pic than I ever will haha)

#platonic cuddling #whump rescue #whump recovery #whump #whumpee #whump caretaker #could turn into caretaker x whumpee one day? idk #whump oc #whump art #oc art #my art #zombies are an afterthought

[rizzoto-whump]

War criminal Whumper

Taglist: @yoinky-sploinky

#whump #whump prompt #whump art #military whump #whump OC #sadistic whumper #older whumpee #bruises #torture whump #rope burns #crying whumpee #comic whump #blood tw #OC: James #OC: Ronald

[dresden-syndrome]

Restraint frames for medical checks in class 4 detention units. Made for easier access to any needed body part while the subject stays properly restrained in one place. Frame designs depend on the facility; newer or remodeled ones usually have the standing frame type.

(Sorry for the art style change! I hope y'all will be understanding and let me draw in sketch format for a while!)

Art tag: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg @onlywhump @whumpedydump @whumpthefifth @monarchthefirst @sunshiline-writes @project-xiii

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump art #historical whump #totalitarian whump #medical whump #med whump #whumpee #whump oc #whump ideas #whump drawing #whump stuff

[cyberwhumper]

A Biopet bred as a farewell gift to the previous Kalavinka Entertainment CEO after the leadership transition. The passing of its previous owner presents an irresistible opportunity for many interested parties to get their hands on it for financial gain. Time to place your bets on who will be the first to break the animal into a bona fide killing machine!

Tag list: @whumpsday // @demondamage // @squidlife-crisis // @whumpedydump // @cyborg0109 // @whumpfish // @astrowhump // @the-scrapegoat // @whatwhumpcomments // @dustbunnywhump // @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question // @dokidokisadness // @moss-tombstone // @kinderlamb // @maracujatangerine // @pinkraindropsfell //

If you’re interested in being added to the tag list, please let me know!

#whump #whumpblr #whumpee #whump art #tokimeki art #oc #original character #original story #non human whumpee #pet whump #whump oc #ref sheet #Horus #kemonomimi #pet whumpee #Catch him less than 5 minutes after this having torn the scarf to shreds

[whumpy-wyrms]

Aspen doodle!! :) this guy is witnessing the horrors as usual

#he likes dinosaurs what can i say #i should draw him as a bloody monstrous werewolf next #the blorbos be blorboing tonight #i am eepy though #my art #blood runs cold #brc art #aspen oc #immortal whumpee #whump oc #whump art

[blackrosesandwhump]

Febuwhump Day 9: Human Weapon

Based on this writing challenge.

CW: sick whumpee, fever, forced transformation

Ren felt weak.

He stood swaying a little in front of the bathroom mirror. His reflection stared back, disheveled, flushed, eyes dark-circled and exhausted. His last fight had been two weeks ago. So why did he feel like crap now? Even the scar on his cheek hurt. Everything hurt. Everything felt like—

“Ren? We’re waiting for you. Need to debrief on the next job…” The voice—Cassidy’s voice—trailed off and morphed into concern. “Are you okay?”

No, no, I’m not. But Ren’s voice wouldn’t work, and he grunted a vague reply instead. I think I—I think I have a fever.

The world tilted, and the floor tiles rushed up to meet him, cool against his hot forehead. Something inside him was yelling, screaming at him to listen, to get the damn words out of his mouth and tell someone, anyone, what was happening to him.

It was just the like the man had predicted: his body was rebelling, because it was—

Because it was turning into a weapon.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday9 #alt prompt #human weapon #sick whumpee #fever #sickfic #fever whump #oc whump #original characters #blackroseswrites #forced transformation #illness #weakness #collapse #whump drabble #whump snippet #whump oc #whump writing #picrew oc

[mmmmmmmmicrowave]

Ermmmmmm

Whumpers who treat whumpee oh so nicely, who act as a caretaker to whumpee, only to turn back around and torture them mercilessly

I CANNOT get enough of loving/caring whumpers

And whumpees who stick around willingly, who want to help whumper through the rage, who want to make sure whumper doesn’t do this to anyone else

Whumper who initially kidnapped or bought a kidnapped whumpee, only to slowly over time let them free. Maybe whumpee disappears for days, weeks, months at a time, but always comes back, unable to face the world after the years of captivity, like an animal snatched from the wild who can never be sent back

I need to figure out the motivation for my main whumper OC so I can actually write some of this stuff 😭

#whump #whump writer #whump ideas #whump scenarios #whump wip #wip #writing #writing wip #oc #whump oc #whumper #whumpee #caretaker whumper #slave tw #? #kidnapping tw #abuse tw #uhhhh #trafficking tw #??? #still figuring out tagging with whump