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△ @Anton: aren't you just kidnapping people because you're lonely and no one except brainwashed animals can stand you? Do you really think you're better than your mentor?

(from this ask game)

6/10

Anton looks very annoyed. “I’m kidnapping people because I need subjects to test my experiments on. And yeah, I suppose the company is really nice too. Also, what the fuck? Basil and Sasha are my friends. People are weird and confusing and animals are just easier to talk to for me. And… yes, I am better than Pierce. You don’t know him or what he did. I know I’m not the best, but I’m better than him.”

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△ (for Anton) What’s your biggest insecurity and how badly does it affect you?

(from this ask game)

9/10

Anton furrows his brows and refuses to make eye contact. “…Nobody will ever like me… or like spending time with me or… or be my friend… because I’m a horrible person and I deserve to be alone. But I don’t let it affect me. I focus on things that are more important, like science.”

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Whumptober 22nd: "They Made Me Do It"

[Prompts: Caning | Mercy | Obsession]

(tw: long term captivity, yandere/obsessed whumper, beating, caning, bruises, strangulation implication, restraints, mention of tied to a bed (all sfw), kidnapping, disassociation, short fuse, forced to look at reflection)

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"Go on, have a look around." Whumper held the bedroom door open for Whumpee to step inside.

Whumpee's heart was already hammering. They couldn't decide if they wanted this "upgrade". Whumper said it was a mercy. A little treat for them being so good. They got to leave the cold, dark basement for the warm, soft room.

Except it was Whumper's room. Their bedroom. Their bed. Their pillow next to Whumpee's.

But the soft carpet wriggled between their toes. The warmth brushed against their skin and pulled inward. They hadn't realized just how cold they were until the heat started creeping through their skin.

Whumpee stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, hugging themselves.

"Now, of course I'll have to keep you tied to the bed for now. At least until I can trust you a little more." Their voice moved up behind Whumpee. Fingers carded through their hair, soft and slow.

"We can always upgrade again soon if you do well with this. I'm sure that will be soon. You've come so far. I'm really proud of you." Whumpee tried not to flinch away. They stared at the ground, griping their elbows tighter.

They stepped back, gesturing widely. "So do you like the room? Is everything okay? I can always go get things if you think there's something missing. I want you to be happy here."

Whumpee glanced around. The room was large. A queen-sized bed in the center, pressed against the wall. Dressers and art scattered about. Some bookshelves and a reading lounge by the window. Whumpee's stomach flipped when they noticed bars across the glass.

Whumper took their face in both hands, pulling their gaze away from the window. They softly tipping their jaw up until Whumpee made eye contact. Whumper's eyes were soft. "Come on, talk to me, love. Is this okay?"

Whumpee's eyes flickered away. "Yes. It's...it's good. I like the room."

Whumper smiled warmly. "That's good to hear. Just let me know if you change your mind about anything, I want this to be your dream come true."

Whumpee gave a few small, shaky nods. They tried to pull away, but Whumper didn't loosen their grip.

"Really. I want you to know you can talk to me any time, no matter what it is. Okay?"

Whumpee reluctantly met their gaze again. They bit their lip, nodding once.

Whumper shook their head. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me you understand."

Whumpee tried to keep their voice from shaking. Whumper hated it when they cried. "I- um - I understand."

"Good." Whumper kissed them on the forehead. "No go get on the bed."

A jolt of panic shot down Whumpee's spine. They pulled away.

Whumper chuckled, holding their hands up. "Don't freak out, I won't do anything you don't want me to. You know that. Just...lay down so I can get the ropes back on you."

Whumpee glanced at the bed. They picked at the fabric on their arms.

"Or....would you rather go back downstairs?"

Cold trickled down their veins just at the thought. They shook their head rapidly.

"Okay, then get on the bed."

Whumpee stared at the bed. It looked so soft and warm. Inviting. Plush sky blue comforter. It looked new. Whumper probably got it, knowing it was their favorite color. At least on the bed, they could be warm. They could forget, even if for a moment, that it wasn't their bed. That they weren't home. That they were with some crazy fucking-

"Go on." Whumper's voice shattered their thoughts.

Whumpee took a deep breath, and made their way across the room. They flinched when something moved to their right. Their eyes locked onto the motion.

It was just a mirror. Just them.

Except.....it wasn't them.

Was it?

Whumpee blinked, staring at their reflection. No. A phantom of themselves that they could barely recognize. They didn't realize how much weight they had lost. Their skin was pale and ashen. Their eyes faded. Whumpee lifted a hand to touch their hair. It was so course. The shine was completely gone. How long had they been in that basement??

And then they saw the bruises.

Rings of blue and purple around their wrists and throat. They tugged the collar of their shirt down to find another blooming on their shoulder. Their lip was split. Their cheek slightly swollen.

The started at their reflection. The phantom version of them stared back. Pathetic. Weak. Completely and wholly destroyed. Just a shell of a person. Their reflection's eyes welled with sparkling tears.

Whumpee flinched when Whumper's form appeared behind their reflection. Warm hands wrapped around their waist. Whumper's chin tucked into their shoulder.

"I guess you haven't seen a mirror in a while, huh? It's kinda- Wait. Wait, are you crying?"

A tear slipped down the phantom's cheek. Whumpee felt it on their own. Hot and wet, sliding down over their shivering skin.

Whumper stood up straight, holding their eyes in the mirror. "Why are you crying?"

Whumpee ignored the question, touching shaky fingers to their throat. The phantom mirrored their movements, tapping at the black splotches. The air thickened, barely fitting down their throat as more tears slid down the phantom's face.

They looked down to their fingers. Frail. Bony. Crusted blood in the cuticles.

This wasn't them.

Whumper's hand reached around their reflection, gripping the phantom's jaw. Whumpee felt the fingers pressing against their chin, tilting them up.

"Look at me."

Whumpee's eyes reluctantly flickered to Whumper's in the mirror. Their eyes were soft, full on concern. "What is making you cry? You know I cant stand to see you sad."

The phantom's fingertips found the bruise on their shoulder. They hitched a sob as they stared at it.

Whumper's face darkened. "What? You don't like the bruises?"

Whumpee's eyes found theirs in the mirror. They were dark, narrowed ever so slightly.

Whumpee tried to move back from the reflection, but Whumper was pressed close against their back.

"What, do you think you're not beautiful with them? Is that it?"

Whumpee looked down to the floor, and tried to squirm away. Whumper's arm tightened around their waist. They yanked Whumpee's face back to center, fingernails biting into their cheeks.

"Look. Look at yourself. You're so incredibly beautiful." Fingernails bit further into Whumpee's cheeks, and they reluctantly let their eyes off of the floor, letting them flicker back onto the phantom. "These bruises show the world that you're mine. And you're beautiful when you're mine."

The phantom sobbed, pulling back again. Whumpee squirmed trying to pull free. Whumper's grip didn't relent, and they started to thrash in earnest. Whumper's arm boxed them in, pressing so tight against their stomach. They couldn't move. They were stuck. So so stuck.

Their own voice startled them as they kicked. "Let go! Please let go of me!"

"You ungrateful piece of shit!" Whumper threw them to the ground. The soft carpet burned across their palms and elbows as they slid.

Whumpee rolled onto their back and skittered back across the carpet as Whumper moved to the wardrobe. They plucked a cane from inside and turned sharply back to them.

"Looks like you haven't been as good as I thought."

Whumpee shot a glance at the door, but Whumper was in the way. They crawled further back until their shoulder hit the bed.

"Please, Whumper. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry. I'm so sorry." They sobbed the words. The tears clawed up their sinuses no matter how hard they tried to swallow them down.

Whumper spun the cane between their fingertips. It cartwheeled smoothly through air until Whumper brought it cracking down against their palm. "I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to understand. Every mark I put on you is because I love you. And you think that's ugly?"

Whumpee pressed back against the bed frame, their heart racing. "N-no! No it's not. I'm sorry. I'm so sor-RY - AGH!" They screamed as Whumper brought the cane down on their shoulder.

Whumper raised the cane, bashing it down on their twitching form over and over. "Stop! Being! So! Fucking! Pathetic!" The cane cracked down again with every word, striking their arms, legs, side, anything it could reach.

Whumpee screamed until their ears rang, pulling themselves into a ball. They covered their head with their arm as the assault continued. They sobbed and cried out as their flesh warped and slip under the blows.

"Stop sniveling, you made me do this." Whumpee heard the cane thump onto the carpet. "Get up."

Whumpee didn't move, trembling in a ball on the ground. Harsh hands gripped at their wrist, pulling it away from their head. Whumper ripped them up to their feet, wrapping their other hand into Whumpee's hair.

Whumpee gasped as the fingers gripped tighter against their scalp. Their fingers found Whumper's, desperately trying to peel them away.

Whumper dragged them back in front of the mirror. Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, trying to choke back another sob. It broke free anyway. Strangled and shaking.

"Look."

Whumpee kept their eyes screwed shut.

"I said look! Look at your self." They jerked Whumpee by the scalp - ripping several dozen hairs free. "Open your fucking eyes and look."

Whumpee couldn't get enough air. Their breaths were so shallow and fast. Whumper squeezed tighter, and Whumpee finally opened their eyes.

The phantom stared back at them. Trembling. Sobbing. Blood dripping down their temple. They were littered with fresh smears of red. A few bruises already starting to spot their arms. A strangled sob wriggled from Whumpee's throat as they stared.

Whumper released their hair and moved to grip the phantom's upper arms. "You're beautiful and you're mine." They spat the words. "Say it."

Whumpee locked onto their gaze in the reflection. They stared at the phantom.

It couldn't be them. It wasn't them.

Whumper's fingers bit down. "Say it. You're beautiful and you're mine."

Whumpee's lip quivered. They bit down on it, desperately trying to get the phantom to stop sobbing.

Whumper's reflection dipped down, their mouth pressed against the phantom's ear. Hot breath skittered across their neck as Whumper spat out the words. "If you don't say it, I'm going to pick the cane up and keep going until you can't fucking walk." Their nails bit into Whumpee's arms.

Whumpee let out another sob, trying to take in a deep breath. The air shot in and out of their lungs to properly form words, but they managed to spit them out anyway.

"I - I'm...b-eautif-ful. Aan-d." They pressed their eyes shut again. "I'm Y-yourss."

They trembled, desperately wanting to pull away. Too afraid to try.

Whumper let out a long breath. "That's better." They straightened, releasing their grip. "Now get on the fucking bed."

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(tags: @prisonerwhump, @whumpawink, @mabledonut, @heathenwhump, @jadeocean46910, @paleassprince, @distinctlywhumpthing, @kesskirata, @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams)

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“before and after”

Older doodles done in-between commissions

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Don’t you dare.

Taglist :p

@whumped-by-glitter @whumpitisthen @scoundrelwithboba @caledine

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We’re gonna have so much fun

A bloodied hand trembling on the cold floor, slowly reaching out for the jacket that’s just out of reach.

Whumpee yelps when their attempt to grab it is thwarted by a heavy black boot crushing down on their wrist.

“What’s this you’re looking for, then, hm? You’ve hidden a gun in there?”

Gasping, Whumpee squeezes their eyes shut. Maybe, if he would find it for them, they could gather some final strength for a last attack and take it back.

Whumper’s hand sinks in all the pockets, pats over the blood stains and the bullet hole in the jacket. His look darkens, unable to find what he’s looking for, what he thinks he’s looking for until…

His fingers brush over a strange lump hidden in the shoulder pad. His brow raises, surprised, his eyes glide back to Whumpee, a soft grin forming at his mouth. He takes his knife and slashes the fabric open to reveal a very small glittering silver capsule.

“Ohh,” he almost squals in delight. “This?” He holds it up to Whumpee between his thumb and index finger. “I must say, it is a compliment that your team supplied this to you.”

He tosses the jacket to the floor.

“Very wise as well,” he holds the tiny vial of poison closer to inspect it, “Wise to offer you a way out. They know me so well. Knew exactly what they were sending you to.”

He pockets the capsule.

“Not to your death, that’s for sure.”

Stooping over the Whumpee, he gently pulls them up into a sitting position.

Whumpee screams.

“Shh, don’t worry. I’m not going to let you bleed out. Might as well give you that pill then. No. I’ll make sure you know exactly why they gave you that pill.” He pulls Whumpee’s arm over his shoulder, dragging the nearly unconscious figure away.

“We’re gonna have so much fun.”

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Continued here

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being eaten alive by maggots because of an infected wound

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An Anton clone has randomly spawned and has now trapped the og Anton and is using HIM as a lab rat! What does og Anton do next??????

i’ve thought about this scenario a lot before and honestly i don’t knowwww it’s very complicated. the way Anton would react to this would depend on SO many different factors

this is not reallyyyy spoilers but yall are gonna be missing a whole lot of context

let’s just say present day Anton: he would be pretty defiant and try to stop his clone and do whatever he can to escape and get back to Dew and make sure he’s okay. he’d kill his clone with no hesitation (he probably has a whole lot of tricks up his sleeve now) and he just wouldn’t let himself fail. he has to take that clone down for Dew.

Anton five years ago: he’d give up. he’d give in. he would not care and he’d think he deserves it. his clone is using him as a lab rat and honestly who is he to stop it? what’s the difference between him using other people as lab rats? this is his life now. he wouldn’t last long.

Anton during that five years he was alone and experimenting on his clones, after Pierce left and before he got Dew: he’d fight sooo much, he’d fight and he’d probably hurt himself trying to get out of that situation. it depends on a lot of factors of which clones and when since they were all different and had different motives and abilities. it also depends on Anton himself and how he’s Feeling, where he’s at mentally and stuff. he’d either give up or almost get himself killed trying to fight them. either way it would have been very bad

he basically doesn’t wanna be a lab rat for anyone at any time, but depending on where he is mentally and the circumstances that led to this happening, he’d either give up or fight as hard as he can. like i said it depends a lot on when it takes place in the story but i think if this took place in present day, it would have the best possible outcome because Dew would be at stake and Anton doesn’t wanna lose him.

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small, dotted scars on whumpee's arms from dozens of IVs

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リョナ多　自創作男性ごちゃ詰め詰め by わのさく(Wanosaku)

Also on: Twitter

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Death is a natural part of life. Not your death though. Your death is gonna be super fucked up.

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last dead plate post that I forgot to upload ughhhhh

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In Fyodor’s basement (full here on Twitter)

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Can we see more of ponytail naga, or Roan if you don’t feel like bringing the throwaway boy a third time? They’re both very handsome and I love their hairstyles.

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“Don’t struggle, just breathe it in, you’ll have to do it eventually, nobody can hold their breath forever”

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As a whump writer, I have to make a conscious effort not to put every single chase scene in a forest. I just love forests tbh. The darkness, the creatures, the roots for whumpee to trip on, the nooks and crannies for whumpee to hide, the dogs tracking their scent, the sudden sharp decline that they tumble down, into an ice cold stream... I just love forests y'all

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I talked about elevated seats already, but I'm also a very big fan of someone hypnotized being moved around like a rag doll at the whims of the hypnotist/hypnotic creature - very good