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i dont think they should have sex because i think it is more entertaining if instead whenever theyre in the same room everyone has to leave because the eay theyre staring each other down, a telling sign theyre about to do one of their weird sex alternatives including but not limited to:

fist fight

knife fight

gun fight

arguing

arguing but they di that thing where they keep their tones civil so everything feels underhanded

surgery

impromptu surgery

surgery while the other is awake

saving each others lives

autopsy but the other is alive so its just a really weird surgery

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Full sketchbook page with Blue!! Uncensored on my bluesky (Blue uses he/him/it/its)

CWs: implied pet whump, partial nonsexual nudity

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The reviews are in

Lil doodle of a new whumpee… he’s having a Bad Time

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Lil doodle of a new whumpee… he’s having a Bad Time

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pledge

(caduceus for @adorkastock's draw everything june - day 7!)

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We have very unserious conservatives.

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Rent firing gunshots:

I love dark and problematic themes in fiction

Somebody’s taste in fiction says nothing about them morally

There is no wrong reason to enjoy dark fiction, and a person’s reasons for liking dark fiction is their business, not yours, mine, or anyone else’s

Requiring someone to show their trauma card before you can absolve them of their alleged thought crimes is cop behavior

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fantasy whump ideas ive been bouncing around in my head

+ whumpee who is being sold out as a mercenary for someone more powerful. compelled to go on dangerous missions on behalf of someone else, then pay the majority or ALL of their reward to their handler. does their adventuring party know they don’t want to be there?

+ royal whumpee being sent with an knight to guard them, unaware that their real knight was stopped on the way to meet them and an imposter has taken their place

+ hostage whumpee being carried away on horseback, forced to sit bound on whumper’s lap while they ride

+ dungeon with open roof. whumpee can see outside and is exposed to all the elements, but can’t leave

+ nature spirit being held hostage by an adventuring party, forced to guide them and manipulate the terrain as they wish. the other spirits see them as a traitor for guiding the party into forbidden territory

+ chaotic fairy whumpers. they’re not trying to hurt you, they’re just messing around. they think you’re cute with antlers growing out of you :)

+ starving whumpee being offered fairy food

+ classic: tied up and left as a sacrifice to a god or monster

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I am also thinking about Zander again. I just like it when he’s the entertainment. Chained up and exposed in the middle of a room so everyone can get a close look at one of the most vicious fighters. People grabbing his face (he’s definitely muzzled so he can’t bite), touching his hair, feeling the scars on his back, just hands all over him that he can’t escape, while he’s glaring and snarling like an animal because it’s all he can do. People talking about him like he’s not even there, other owners encouraging their lapdogs to put their hands on him, like it would be too dangerous for them to ever do so otherwise. I just think it’s fun <3

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mmmmmm whumper taking pictures of whumpee’s wounds

whumpee going snooping one day when whumper is out, finding a bunch of files on whumper’s laptop named “[whumpee’s name] <3”

despite the heart, when whumpee inevitably opens the files out of curiosity, it is hundreds of photos of them

horrible, horrible photos

photos of their bruised body, bloody and cut, lying on the cold concrete floor after one of whumper’s punishments

photos of their limbs bent at awkward angles, broken and already swelling

photos of their mouth, lips busted, teeth chipped

photos of their flesh

of their pain

and they don’t even remember whumper taking these.

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Poll Time! Do whump & trauma interlink for you?

hello hello to my favorite community when i was still seeing my therapist, i had a lot of conversations about how whump was cathartic not only in the sense of the character being comforted, but the hurt the whumpees actually go through regardless of being fictional, validates the abuse i went through (wooo lore drop lol) and the whumpers prove that people in fact do horrible things to others just because they can. Somewhere I feel that my PTSD has something to do with being drawn to whump. so out of general curiosity, and maybe some validation so i dont feel insane, do you feel that your trauma or illness is a huge reason you were drawn to whump in the first place? why so?

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sub & dub for my fave, bon clay

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drawing people i see in the city (38/?)

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drawing people i see in the city (48/?)

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Jesus Christ I have JUST realized that women use FTM to mean full time mom on the app I use to find recipes. I was like WHY ARE SO MANY TRANS PEOPLE MAKING MEDIOCRE PASTA DISHES!?

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Whumper stepped to Whumpee’s right, reaching up to grasp the second cuff dangling from the ceiling. Then, without a word, his hand moved toward Whumpee’s injured arm.

It took a second for Whumpee to register what was happening.

“Wait—no, don’t—!” His voice cracked. “You said you wouldn’t touch that arm! You promised!”

Whumper didn’t stop. He grabbed the arm and yanked it upward, ignoring the way Whumpee screamed. The shoulder twisted violently. Bone ground against bone. The cuff snapped shut above his head.

Whumpee let out a strangled cry, legs buckling beneath him.

Whumper just stepped back, wiping his hands. “Promises are boring,” he said flatly. “Besides, rules change.”

Whumpee was shaking, gasping, his face wet with sweat and tears. “Why are you doing this?”

“I dunno. Guess I want to see what you do,” Whumper said. “Twenty minutes. That’s all you have to last.”

Whumpee’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “And then you’ll let me go?”

“If you don’t beg me to kill you,” Whumper replied with a twisted grin. “Yeah. That’s your challenge.”

“You’re lying.”

He smiled. “Maybe. Isn't freedom worth a little pain? Besides, when it gets bad enough, you’ll probably want me to kill you anyway.”

“I don’t, I don’t--” Whumpee shook his head, trying to breathe through it. “I don’t wanna play.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Whumper said. He tapped the timer mounted to the wall. The red numbers flared to life: 20:00. The countdown began.

He turned away, voice calm.

“Game on.”

(more whump)