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Sneaking Around

The entire time I was working on this, I had Henry Mancini’s “The Pink Panther” theme stuck in my head. I used a sunset picture for my color palette, see below the cut.

Originally I thought this was a preliminary moment to a first meeting. I saw it as tiny Kristine was sneaking around, attempting to avoid whoever lived in this enormous place, having never seen a giant before. She has no clue she is being snuck up on by the giant themselves. However the more I toyed with it, the more I saw other stories and possible scenarios surface.

I’d LOVE to hear your ideas on what you think the story of this piece is. Are they sneaking around together? Are they on a heist? Are they friends playing a game? Is the giant going to spook/prank their friend Kristine? Is the giant a known villain our hero Kristine is trying to avoid? Please share what you think is happening here - or about what happens after this image. Write, draw, comment or reblog. I’d love to hear your interpretation.

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#oh this is giving me ideas

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One of my absolute favorite tropes is “We have taken the one you love most!” “Oh, have you? Good fukken luck lmao” *distant screams of kidnappers as loved one escapes* or the flipside: “We’ve kidnapped you!” “You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.” *DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS LOVED ONE ARRIVES* and the alternate: *vehicle pulls up, door opens, person is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away* “Did you get kidnapped??” “For a minute yeah”

#FOR A MINUTE YEAH #obsessed with that answer

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His hand pressed against the glass as it steamed up, his breath thick with fear. How long could he keep breathing knowing each breath could be his last? Whumpee’s throat felt like it had collapsed down into his lungs, broken and crumpled like the rest of him.

Whumpee’s wings hung limply down his back, the twitch of one ever present in his mind. With his fingers on the glass, Whumpee felt the shakes of the ground as Whumper began walking towards the study.

Whumpee could only see a small section of the room but that was more than enough to let him know he could die here. The jewelled shimmering wing of one of his people was set on a book about fae, next to a small jar of pins.

Whumpee braced himself for the swing of the door as the footsteps came even closer. The old oak door, as it always did, thudded into the wall sending tremours through the house and through Whumpee’s heart.

Today could be the day he died, but so could have yesterday and so could be tomorrow. But maybe this time tomorrow, Whumpee would be wishing he was dead rather than fearing it.

#nyhmnuhmnhumhnuum #god i wish i had a whumpee in a bottle on my desk it is my freak little dream

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"Come out, come out, wherever you are," A voice echoed through the hallway, its tone dripping with playfulness but a shiver rippled down Whumpee's spine as they pushed themself further against the corner of the cabinet.

"You can't hide forever, little one." Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut tight, as tight as they could. Their body shook as they hugged their knees closer to their chest.

Footsteps echoed through the hallway as they grew closer,

Thud, thud, thud, thud, ......

Silence.

Whumpee shot a hand over their mouth, desperate to keep in any sounds but it was no use. The door of the cabinet slowly creaked open and Whumpee shook with sobs. A warm hand cupped their cheek, turning their head to look at Whumper, "Oh little one," They hummed, their thumb gently brushing along Whumpee's cheekbone, "I could smell your fear from miles away."

#giving me eldritch horror whumper vibes #or nonhuman at least #my favourite kind..... #i fucking loveeeeee

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More Whumper Lines

In honor of my first Whumper lines post getting over 1,000 notes, here’s some more! And in some fun categories!

Tag me if you end up using any!

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Playful/Cheery/Lighthearted

1. “Aw, that was cute. I almost felt that excuse for a punch. Why don’t you try again?”

2. “My favorite part is right before you lose consciousness.”

3. “Caretaker, you know how to do stitches, right? No? Oh well.”

4. “Hm. Your blood’s darker than the last one’s was.”

5. “Sounds like Whumpee’s having fun in there…would you like to go join them?”

Dark/Violent/Rough

1. “Get the fuck over here or I’m dragging you.”

2. “Look at me. Look at me while I hurt you.”

3. “Nothing you say is going to stop me. I have a job to do, and I don’t give a shit how it happens.”

4. “Don’t you get it? I’m not being careful. I want this to hurt you.”

5. “Stay still, you motherf—Stay STILL!”

Creepy/Intimate

1. “Come on, scream like you mean it…there we go. Much better.”

2. “It’s so cute when you fumble with your keys everyday when you come home.”

3. “Your pretty little screams are only for me to hear, understand?”

4. “It’s a shock to me that you’ve never considered modeling. I mean…red just looks so good on you.”

5. “Ah, you remember this scar, don’t you? The day we met…god, what I’d give to break you like that again.”

Reluctant/Hesitant

1. “Look, I’m—I’m sorry, I just need to get this over-with. Bite on this.”

2. “They’ll check for bruises. I have to.”

3. “I’m sorry, boss, I’ve…I’ve never done this before. I-I’m trying.”

4. “Don’t look at me like that when the others are here. Please. They’ll know I’m faking it.”

5. “I’m sorry, I had to say it—you know that’s not how I actually think of you, right?”

#yees!!!!! #saving this up in my noodles

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70 minutes drawing theme eyeball-Ⅱ

#prettyyyyyyyyy!!!!

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Part 9 … :1

Don't ask me how Ecliptica's hair fit into her helmet. Her helmet works like Finn's hat from Adventure Time👌

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#they rly just eating them mid air #i expected to see a bit more... pain on oscars face #guilt perhaps #hes just absolutely ruthless and that is okay im just surprised #then again he is a nepo baby itd make sense for him to be less empathetic towards the less fortunate

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Whumpee who cries.

Whumpee who cries in great, violent, racking sobs that shake their whole chest.

Whumpee who cries silently, tears rolling down their face as they refuse to move of make a sound.

Whumpee who hugs themself and curls into a ball as they cry.

Whumpee who cries so hard for so long their whole face and head hurt.

Whumpee with eyes that are bloodshot from crying, and their face is sticky with tears.

Whumpee who cries until they can’t cry any more, only twitching and making little sobbing noises while no tears come.

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Sometimes, all you need is one full-grown man, backing another full-grown man against a wall...

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“Yes.” | “Kneel.” | Best of Three | Correspondence

It is a fucking decent reward, getting to sleep outside of the cell.

A deep breath of air slides into his lungs and huffs out. He looks and sounds like an exhausted, beaten dog, he knows. The blindfold is stuck to his face from the sweat and pain-tears earlier. The air is cool out here. Gotta be warmer in that cage, shoved up against other guys, skin on skin and everybody panting with stress.

There are no chains on him, nothing to keep him down to the floor, but he stays down anyway. Stays still. Across the room, the last two guys mutter to each other. Makes the hairs on the backs of his arms stand up, knowing those guys might have secrets. Might be talking shit about him.

He’d bitch under his breath about it, but… someone’s probably watching. He’s not desperate to be good or anything, he just… doesn’t want more burns anytime soon. Or to die. He really doesn’t want to die.

“Hey. Guy from before, you over there?”

The whisper came from the cage, he thinks. Jaw clenching, Major resigns himself to keeping his mouth shut.

“Think you’re better than us?” Says the second guy in the cage, voice low and gravelly. “‘Cause you were so good you get to sleep out there?”

The less blackened, blood-sticky hand at his side balls up into a fist. Fuck you, he wants to say. Fuck you, I’m not good.

“Don’t gotta be a jerk,” Says the first voice in its careful whisper.

“I think he liked it,” Taunts the second.

Something in the air over Major shifts. Not a smell, exactly. Not a touch. But he holds very still anyway, goosebumps rising across the back of his neck.

A pinprick of warmth on his back, and his muscles twitch away from it instinctively before he forces himself into stillness. It is a fingertip, calloused and warm. Sliding from the back of a rib to the spine, down that curve and then up to trace between shoulder blades, finally growing into a large swath of warmth across his shoulder and up the side of his neck. A splayed hand.

Major shivers under it. He can’t see the face of the guy above him, but he is getting better at reading the tone behind the pressure of the touch laid on him. It feels approving. Curious.

From the cage comes more words that are nearly drowned out, once again, by the blood rushing in Major’s head as his panic slowly builds. “Hey, out there. Answer us. You dead or something?”

“Yeah, if… you can hear us, can you just say something? There’s no one here. Three of us left, right? We may as well just, you know. Team up.”

A finger taps at the side of his neck. Feels idly amused, like the guy is just watching to pass the time. Major swallows, and feels the hand slide over to feel the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. He shivers again.

“I think we’ve found our top student.”

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#ooooooo

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Thinking about whumpers and whumpees and the intimacy of stabbing. The inherent intimacy of the act.

Whumpers who lean into whumpees as they drive the knife in... The slight resistance then give somewhere soft and vulnerable... Does the whumper whisper something into whumpee's ear? Are they silent? Do they take note of the way whumpee's breath hitches, or the warmth of their body heat radiating from where the hilt of the knife kisses the skin? Do they savor the blood leaking out onto their knuckles and between their fingers, or does it disgust them?

Do they hold whumpee close in mock comfort as they wait for them to pass out from pain/shock/blood loss? Do they hold them, hand fisted in their hair, for the express purpose of keeping them upright only to drop them, let them collapse at their feet?

Do they yank the knife out? Tighten their grip and hold it there to savor the feeling? Do they twist the blade? Bring the knife up and stab them again?

Whumpee trembling as they try to process what just happened, their brain not able to make sense of the pain just yet. Doubling over with a low gut-punched groan or barely there whimper when they do.

#what stabbing if not a dangerous hug #also why would you stab someone non-intimately #thats not how it works #just use a gun if you're gonna be impersonal #you only use a knife when you need to watch them bleed out at your feet

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i bleed, and i ache

#gorgeous

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When a character is down trying to get up and the villain kicks the shit out of them send tweet

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Can I request: Whumper-turned-whumpee, but it turns out Whumper is masochistic and that's exactly what they were hoping for?

content: whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, masochistic whumper, no holds barred beatdown

Whumper had pushed. And pushed. And pushed. They had pushed until Whumpee thought they couldn’t take it anymore, and then they pushed some more, and more, and more.

And Whumpee snapped.

They yelled. Screamed. Threw around the furniture, hit Whumper in the arm with a vase. They punched them, hard, Whumper even thought their cheekbone might be broken.

They grabbed Whumper by the shirt and threw them to the floor, kicking and kicking and kicking them until their breaths came in wheezes and their ribs cracked under the pressure.

It was everything Whumper had imagined and more. It was everything they’d ever wanted.

“Why can’t you just fucking stop?” Whumpee cried, and Whumper curled up into a tiny ball and waited for more of the assault. “I told you to stop! I asked you, I begged you, and you just had to cross every fucking boundary I had! What is wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry,” they whimpered.

“No, you’re not fucking sorry!” Whumpee kicked them again, and Whumper let out a shuddering breath. “You’re not sorry at all! You enjoy pissing me off, don’t you? You just love to see me fucking riled up!”

Whumper froze.

No.

No, no, no, no.

Whumpee wasn’t supposed to know that. No one was supposed to know that.

Whumper looked up at them, bloodshot eyes wide and frantic, trying to piece together when and how Whumpee might’ve figured it out. “You knew?” they asked timidly.

Whumpee stopped in their tracks. “What?”

Then, maybe even more embarrassingly, Whumper realised: Whumpee hadn’t known. They were just hurling insult after insult at them, and ended up accidentally hitting the bullseye. But now, realisation was dawning on their face.

“Holy shit,” Whumpee breathed. “You actually enjoy this.”

#this is so complex and fucked up #whumper is a little freak but so is whumpee for going all out violent like this

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smacked around

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Jude, what are your favourite and least favourite things about your job? ^_^

For this ask game  “Least favorite…” His expression hardens, huffing a bitter chuckle. “Seeing friends ‘n stuff die. I guess… ‘M kinda worried about Eli, y’know?” He pauses, face unwinding. “And, uh, favorite?” A grin twists over his face, sort of devilish almost. “Getting to take the fangs of those, those things once they’re finally dead. I put ‘em up on my wall in all of their glory.”

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multiple anons have asked for bruised knuckles ~  (send me guro requests) - [don’t remove the caption]

#oh prettyyyyyy