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[cyberwhumper]

Soft metal clinking against metal. The distant voices of people talking. The sun, oppressively bright, staring straight into half-lidded eyes. Cold air wafts into the room through the AC ducts, making body hairs stand on end. Machines whirr to life at precise intervals, undercut by the beeping of monitors. Cables of all sizes connect the animal to the instruments responsible for performing its basic functions, if only temporarily.

It seems the surgery had been a success despite the complications.

The brand-new optics sway slowly from side to side. Scanning the room. They can see on their screens exactly what the animal is seeing, big blurs of color amidst blinding white. Not unusual for the brain to take a bit to sync up and adapt to the new input. Even less so considering the damage it took and the amount of sedation the mutt is currently on. Chapped lips mouth at the tubes with not a coherent thought to express. It doesn't even make any noise.

The prototype arm lays on the table, partially disassembled. All sorts of cables connect to its ports as if they are bundles of artificial nerves and muscle tissue, responsible for making sure the signals from the brain get properly interpreted and responded to. All dutifully relayed from their corresponding origin points into the surgically implanted joint. The wound may not be properly healed yet, but considering the setbacks they've already had because of the complications, it seems unwise to wait even longer.

Well. Nothing that can't be fixed by upping the dosage of drugs on the animal's IVs, right?

Mal presses a finger to its skin. Watches as the hazy eyes flutter closed, then open again towards his general direction, unable to focus on anything. More pressure. Not much more of a response.

He sighs. Pulls a pen out of his pocket. Stabs it fast and quick into the restrained wrist. The pale fingers twitch in response. Move as though the animal was trying its best to reach for whatever hurt it through the fog of its brain.

And so do the fingers on the mechanical arm.

[OC INDEX]

Tag list: @whumpsday // @demondamage // @squidlife-crisis // @whumpedydump // @cyborg0109 // @whumpfish // @astrowhump // @the-scrapegoat // @whatwhumpcomments // @dustbunnywhump // @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question // @dokidokisadness // @moss-tombstone // @lambofmine // @maracujatangerine // @pinkraindropsfell // @writereleaserepeat // @blood-and-regrets // @littlespacecastle // @snakebites-and-ink // @unforgiven235 // @lonesome--hunter // @atomicsandwichprince // @writereleaserepeat // @whatamidoingherehelpme // @skittles-the-whumpee // @the-blind-one-speaks // @i-eat-worlds // @devourerofcheesecake // @theauthorintraining // @otterfrost // @mommymarichatfurever // @whumpifi // @catnykit // @bitchaknso // @softmutt444 // @yet-another-heathen // @blackbirdsinatrenchcoat // @burnticedlatte // @violent-ultraviolet // @limitlesstrash17 // @inspiral-rl // @coyotehusk // @mis-graves //

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[cyberwhumper]

I'm so incredibly ecstatic to be taking part in the GID Zine this year!!!

Stay tuned and you might just spot some of my characters / art in there!!!

Say hello to our Zine of 2024 contributor team! We're so excited to have all of you on board and can't wait to see you do great things with us!

Keep an eye out for our contributor spotlights, coming soon!

[cyberwhumper]

The Butcher

Art trade with the lovely @coyotehusk !!!!

[OC INDEX]

Tag list: @whumpsday // @demondamage // @squidlife-crisis // @whumpedydump // @cyborg0109 // @whumpfish // @astrowhump // @the-scrapegoat // @whatwhumpcomments // @dustbunnywhump // @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question // @dokidokisadness // @moss-tombstone // @lambofmine // @maracujatangerine // @pinkraindropsfell // @writereleaserepeat // @blood-and-regrets // @littlespacecastle // @snakebites-and-ink // @unforgiven235 // @lonesome--hunter // @atomicsandwichprince // @writereleaserepeat // @whatamidoingherehelpme // @skittles-the-whumpee // @the-blind-one-speaks // @i-eat-worlds // @devourerofcheesecake // @theauthorintraining // @otterfrost // @mommymarichatfurever // @whumpifi // @catnykit // @bitchaknso // @softmutt444 // @yet-another-heathen // @blackbirdsinatrenchcoat // @burnticedlatte // @violent-ultraviolet // @limitlesstrash17 // @inspiral-rl // @coyotehusk // @mis-graves //

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

[cyberwhumper]

I think I'm spoiled on the OC whump side of tumblr. This shit is so good. Sorry I can't go back to Fandom whump I am far more invested in like Riot Kings and A Rose Amidst Thorns and Fear no Void and characters like Dog and Mal and Mariano and Aldercy and Altair and Lord Denholm and Nico and Mica. Like they're all so cool and then I go to Fandom whump and I'm bored. Hot take maybe but ugh ocs and original content just hit different.

[cyberwhumper]

Hi hi may I please be on your tag list (о´∀`о)

Of course of course!!! Added you!!!!

Thank you so much AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

[cyberwhumper]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 9 - Self-Doubt

Rex is still @cyberwhumper's boy and Vic still belongs to @bxtterflystxtches !! Vic also still has self-worth issues, oops c: This takes place in a fun little military au we have going on!

TWs: self-depreciation, self-worth issues, gun mention, military setting, nightmares, near death experiences referenced, magical exhaustion/overload mentioned

Click click click

They were at it again. Rex and Mariano were doing weapon maintenance. Victory's jaw tensed, looking back at his own gun. It didn't matter, he could still see them. He could see Mariano say something. He could see Rex laugh.

That made something in his gut twist.

It didn't matter. Mariano was Rex's spotter, they needed to do weapon maintenance together. He knew that. It didn't mean anything.

Click click click

It could mean everything. His own hands slowed and his eyes drifted back to the pair as he watched Mariano take the sniper rifle from Rex--Rex's baby, and start disassembling and reassembling it.

It was fluid, and smooth, and deliberate, like everything else the kid did. He made it look effortless. He made it look as easy as breathing. Just like his magic. He could summon plasma that rivaled the sun, clean and pure and brilliant, without so much as a stutter. He could jog miles and miles casually, before morning formation. He could handle Big Dog's big gun as effortlessly as the man himself did.

Click click click

Mariano was good. Good enough to be the wolf's eyes on the field, good enough to be a war mage, to bear those scars from training. He was barely nineteen. Victory's jaw ached.

His hands were scarred, too. Maybe not as deep or as dark, but he had them. His arms still bore the marks of blade training, and torch training. He wondered if they'd ever fade--the dreams sure hadn't. He could still feel Luis' careful touch as clearly as if he'd just left the training room. The hand that slid along his back as he knelt over the metal table, eighteen and furious and terrified.

Click click click

Luis' voice never felt that far away, either, as Mariano's low voice drifted through the open air. Luis had more of a lilt to his voice, he was more emotive overall, but Victory could still hear the similarities. It leached into his nightmares, that calm, even voice of Mariano's and his impassive dark eyes boring into Vic's very soul as his magic shorted and overwhelmed him, as he underwent a nearly-lethal internal meltdown.

Mariano watched him, in those dreams. He watched Victory Montez die on the bloodied training room floor with hardly a whisper of concern. He judged him as he faded, lightning still crackling hot at his fingertips and vision blurry. He watched as Victory Montez washed out of the war mage program, and began to wash out of life itself.

He watched as Victory proved to everyone that he'd never be enough.

The kid was watching him now, Victory realized with a start. Rex was, too. Both of them had stopped what they were doing, and it took a moment longer for Victory to realize that the shitty light bulb above his head was flickering. Face burning, he waved a hand dismissively and started packing his own things away.

The weight of their eyes was just too much to bear. He felt his chest aching, felt the crackle of his own magic racing around in his blood. He couldn't be Mariano. Not as he was, anyway.

He just needed to train more, is all. A few more hours at the shooting range. Going on more runs.

He could be good.

He could be brilliant, even.

He would show everyone just how brilliant he could be.

@lektricwhump @cyberwhumper @bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125 @whumperofworlds

[cyberwhumper]

Welcome to Art Whumpers Anonymous!

AWA is an 18+ discord server intended to be a space for artists of all levels, styles and mediums to come and share art, seek critique, share OCs and talk about whump in a community setting! We also run weekly and yearly events.

Additionally, we welcome those who are writers/hobbyists/lurkers/just testing the waters with art, as well as offer a space for OC threads, writer's talk, sfw/nsfw roleplay seeking/playing, commission/trade seeking and sprinting, among others.

The server is 18+, and has adult channels and discussions. Sorry kiddos, but unfortunately any minors will get banned!

INVITE:

FAQ below the cut:

Who are the mods?

@coyotehusk @demondamage @sunshiline-writes and Ev (no tumblr)

Can I join if I don't have an active whump blog?

By all means!

What if I don't make art but still would like to be able to check out the art there?

Though AWA is focused on being an artist community, we do encourage anyone to join.

I want to get better at art. Can this server help with that?

The AWA offers a crit space!

Why is the server 18+?

The AWA mods wanted to create an adult space where adult topics could be engaged with without worrying about censoring for the sake of minors. We do ask that explicit content stay within their respective channels, but otherwise try to cultivate a nonjudgemental environment.

What events do you do?

AWA currently is running an OC Trade Event, as well as a weekly member spotlight DTIYS. Anyone in the server is free to participate.

I have another question you haven't answered here?

Feel free to drop us an ask or DM.

[cyberwhumper]

What would your OCs favorite board games be?

Hi anon!

Your question made me realize that most of my OCs would either be disinterested in playing board games (Baxter, Roderich, Gabriel, Henrik, Imran, Mal, Vina) or would ACTIVELY eat the pieces (Dog, Horus, Valko, Whiskey), which is an absolutely hilarious mental image.

Thank you so much for making my day! I really appreciate it!!!!

[cyberwhumper]

How big can a biopet get?

The current tallest line of biopets released clocks in at about 6'0 / 180 ish cm. We await eagerly the release of Kalavinka's XL line, speculated to be in the 6'5 / 195 cm and up range!

[cyberwhumper]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 3 - Shame

Big Dog needs stiches c: Rex belongs to the sweet sweet @cyberwhumper and Vic (Victory) belongs to eternal master prose weaver @bxtterflystxtches!! Thank you for letting me torment your cute boys!!

TWs: infection, fever, stitches, needles, vomit reference, gore, uhhhh college dogboys being irresponsible for the love of football

“Shit.”

Rex grit his teeth, leaning more heavily against the bathroom sink. Tall, fluffy ears pinned back, disappearing into his hair as he sank the straight needle into his own skin. There wasn’t much wiggle room here, not over one of his ribs, and the sewing thread he used kept tugging at the awkward angles he pressed the needle through. It was one continuous stitch, in and out, around and around. 

He lifted his bad arm and tugged the thread to get it through another pass and choked on a yelp. Some odd burn, some wrong something ripped through his side. All at once, it felt like being shot all over again. In the dim light of the bathroom, the blood that slipped down his side looked almost black. If he didn’t know better, he’d say it was infected. It couldn’t be infected though–he didn’t have time for that. Vic, asleep on the couch just feet away from the bathroom door, needed him to be normal. 

The team needed him to be normal. They had the homecoming game on the way. They had the game that would decide whether or not they went to the championships. He was their quarterback. There was just too much on the line for Rex to go down to a stupid gunshot wound.

He’d never live it down if he did. 

“Hey, big dog?” Vic’s sleepy voice ripped Rex back into reality. Into the bathroom where Vic’s lighter lay on the sink, unsuccessful in cauterizing the wound closed. Into the bathroom where his blood was puddling on the cheap, laminated floors and their one remaining lightbulb was barely doing anything against the windowless darkness. “You good? Thought I heard you say something.”

Rex’s face burned. “...Yeah, yeah.” He called, voice just barely staying steady. “Ate a fucked up burrito in the cafeteria.”

Vic laughed, footsteps already walking away. “Oh fuck, sorry man. I’ll leave you to it. Say hi to the porcelain god for me.”

Rex leaned over the sink as he started to pick the bloody thread out of his side. He untied it from the needle and tossed it into the trash can. “Yeah, can do.” Letting out a rattling sigh, Rex pulled a fresh length of thread and began to get it through the needle’s eye. 

The team needed him. Vic needed him. He couldn’t let them know he was hurt. 

Rex pulled his sleep shirt up and gripped it between his teeth, eying the gunshot wound again. He would just keep trying. He couldn’t bear to do anything else.

@honeybees-125 @inscrutable-shadow and worm you're already on here but ily @bxtterflystxtches

[cyberwhumper]

Are there common diseases to biopets? Can they contaminate humans?

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Typically illnesses that affect mutts also affect biopets! They are not able to contaminate humans.

There is, however, a lot of speculation in the scientific community about when exactly these diseases are expected to evolve or mutate into strains that will be able to affect humans, and what measures should be taken once it does happen.

Rumors about the latest biopet diseases to contaminate humans and the possible weaponization of the strains are also a popular subject for sensationalist article writers and conspiracy theorists alike.

[cyberwhumper]

what happens to biopets when they get old?

Biopets, similarly to rats, don't really show external signs of old age the way humans do. Their appearance will remain the same throughout their entire lifespan, even if their internal organs do age and fail. Biopets, on average, do not live as long as a human does.

It really is up to their owner to decide how to handle a biopet's last years.

[cyberwhumper]

Shouldn't have been running your mouth.

[cyberwhumper]

comms are open but i still haven't gotten around to making a post abt it bc i neeeeeed to do full body painting/drawings to advertise it haha

[cyberwhumper]

Welcome to whumblr!!!!

Intro Post

Heyo, fellow Whump enjoyers. I've been lurking for a while and figured it's high time I start interacting with this awesome community.

I'm known as Sleepy on most of the platforms I'm on, and @sleepyywastaken/@sleepyiswhumping here on Tumblr, but you can also call me Alex or Aspen if you so desire. I prefer They/Them pronouns and don't mind It/Its. I'm old enough to vote but too young to drink.

I write a lot but most of it is mediocre at best, so I probably won't share much.

Some things I adore in Whump: Intimate Whumpers Burns Pet Whump Whumpee x Caretaker Carewhumper Whumper Turned Caretaker Wing Whump

I don't have many dislikes, but Character Death is soul-crushing in all the wrong ways to me. NSFWhump involving minors is probably the only squick I have.

NSFWhump as a whole, however, I have no issue with, but I've got a separate side-blog for that.

Apologies if this is awkward or confusing, this is my first post on Tumblr. Much love to y'all.

[cyberwhumper]

Maksim - biopet log 00x

[tw: noncon/dubcon(implied), depression, dehumanization]

Pet was found wandering loose near a dark alley at night. It was almost put down when the catchers saw him, his height being the first thing they've noticed.

One he was caught, it was very clear the pet is rather calm, very obedient and quiet.probably because of it's rather advanced age. It has a pretty good understanding of it's surroundings and comprehends spoken orders.

Upon further research on pets identity, we discovered why it was abandoned. It used to be a breeder at an illegal breeding facility, which explains it's messy genetics and very few info available on the database.

The facility he lived in was far from ideal. No wonder it was abandoned and all the pets scattered aimlessly. he is lucky to be found by us. Although, I'm not completely convinced by it's calm demeanor. It was a force breeder. We always need to be cautious with those, since they might snap and try to 'do their job' at any moment they find fit. That's the main reason you keep him with shorts always. They are trained to ignore rejection or warnings from other pets and can often attempt to do the same to humans, specially mutts when confused.

Aside from the usually worried when a stray pet is found, there's also the problem of it's depression. Maksim listens and obeys, but it lacks motivation to do anything aside from pleasing others, and since we can't let it interact directly with other pets, it's been very lonely and underwhelmed. It must have never been alone for such a long time... And then there's the other problem...

Maksim keeps asking me about his cubs. I guess he really thought if he was good enough, the keepers at the facility would let him see them, I don't know... I just don't have the guts to tell him it will never happen. I thought he didn't care for it, but yesterday he expressed a lot anxiety over the subject. He asked if he did everything right, if he did have cubs, or if he had failed... I don't have anything to say to him. The records say he was a successful breeder and I knew the facility had very little investment on tech, but... For him to be so unaware of the situation... Ugh... It's gross to think they forced him into doing that, they forced all those pets... And to make it worse just left them without a proper treatment.

I understand he is trained in... The worst way possible, I too was afraid of him, but is it even his fault? Would he really default to that if he was with another pet?

I decided to ignore this, as a trainer, I don't think the pet under my lead would attack his peers without being told to do so. It will do him good to have company. I'll start looking through other pet's and talking to the team to find him a friend, although I will keep an eye on him, he doesn't seem dangerous, but well... I'm not sure yet.

[cyberwhumper]

We need writers! We also need betas! If you like to read and/or write silly little stories about boys getting into more problems than they should, you should definitely take a look at our contributor applications! 

Contributor Application : forms.gle/znsX8yK2zdDGWAAJ6 Contributor Information : docs.google.com/document/d/1Ul…