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Caleb compilation

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don't fall asleep.

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Pinch my boy Sonny's Cheeks for me pookie. I love his little face.

absolutely <3

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Comfort item

how to make 35 years old cat man with 3 degree cry with single plushie and learned helplessness, here is simple trick

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i don't know why it's such horrible quality, i'll fix that somehow, but here's a sketch of Red suffering during his time in the lab :)

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So what's Port's story? I might be a little confused. Was he born a slave or was he kidnapped or something?

sooo Port and Sonny live in a world of institutionalized slavery. it's inspired by the greater BBU ("box boy universe") concept that a lot of other whump blogs participate in.

the main idea of the BBU is that there is an Evil Company that turns regular people into human pets via memory loss drugs and lots of conditioning. this Company claims to acquire consenting volunteers, but in reality many of them are kidnapped or coerced.

(in Solitaire, there are multiple pet-producing companies but W.R.U. is the original one and then there are a few cheaper ones)

so far, i haven't revealed how/why Port became a pet. i can say he was turned into one by W.R.U. and later refurbished by a different company. he doesn't remember much of his past life due to the drugs, but sometimes small memories return to him. he doesn't even remember his original name.

he was a normal(?) guy before all this! he happened to work at mcdonalds and took his job extremely seriously

hopefully this answers your question! i'm not sure how much knowledge you have of the BBU in general so i wanted to include that context

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(Relax Into) Stasis 2014.

Ink and watercolor.

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Crying angel wiping their eyes with the nice, soft feathers of their wings </3

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𝖔𝓁𝖉 𝖔𝒸 𝖘𝓀𝖊𝓉𝖈𝒽𝖊𝓈 𝒻𝖗ℴ𝖒 𝟐0𝟏8!

I was looking through old art folders and remembered this whump oc I made (way before I ever heard of whump). hes a wrong-place-wrong-time back alley science experiment that gets turned into a werewolf...via ˚｡⋆~science~⊹ ࣪ ˖

i remember this was an era where I really wanted to have a more defined art style so i was doing lots of intentional style experiments. tbh i still dont know if ive got a style I like yet but i feel closer than i was 7 years ago.

back then I was way too embarrassed to post any of this type of art. tbh I still am but I do it anyways bc you guys seem to like it.

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Your Eyes are Vacant and Theres something Evil as Fuck About You

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i cut off my mullet today. rip mullet. here's what port was up to before he became port (And he had a mullet)

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here’s my art for @rizzoto-whump for the @whump-art-exchange event!!!! i had a lot of fun drawing this i hope u like it!! :D

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Okay hear me out, ransom videos that are not ransom videos. Whumper just sending a clip of whumpee screaming, or bound in a chair, or anything else, your pick, and not saying anything. No demands, no nothing. Just this video popping up in caretaker's inbox out of nowhere after they've spent months searching for whumpee and were right about to give up.

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"Just focus on your breathing. Yeah, good, like that."

Whumpee tries their best to stay in control. To collect themselves. To stop their mind from screaming at how wrong all this is. To ignore Whumper's hand still resting on the knife.

"In," while Whumper counts to three on his fingers, "and out." an other three seconds.

It's uncomfortable at first.

"In,"

Their body isn't used to the rhythm, their lungs fill up too fast and too shallow, and their exhales are accompanied by miserable noises forced out of their throat.

"Out."

But their breathing steadies slowly. Their body isn't shaking violently anymore, their hands aren't desperately grasping Whumper's shirt, their thoughts getting less and less jumbled.

"In."

They recoil at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Sitting in their captors lap, his hands running up and down their exposed back. The same hands that held him down and scarred him forever.

"Out."

They hate how despite this, they managed to calm down. For a moment of impossible peace, only their breaths exist, and the warmth they've been craving for so long.

"In." He says, tightening his grip on the knife.

Their mind switches back instantly as they notice the blade shift in Whumper's hand. With the swiftest movement, it's now held against their throat, threatening to cut if they dare exhale too early. Panic sets in once again, their heart rate rising with every painful second.

They close their eyes as their vision starts to go black. Their chest feels like it's about to burst from the pressure.

"Out." After what feels like several minutes, he finally commands.

Whumpee is only relieved for a moment, as they exhale, but it doesn't last long.

It's even worse this time. Their lungs burn. Their ears start to ring, and they feel their heart pounding in their throat. Black spots start appearing in the corner of their vision again, and they just can't help it. They reflexively suck in a small, hitched breath. They, of course, quickly realise just how big of a mistake that was.

Whumper pushes the knife harder against their throat, and as they try to squirm away, they're stopped by his hands firmly holding his back.

"You only breathe, when I say so. Do that again, and I might just go a lot deeper. Understood?"

Whumpee nods, only driving the knife further into his skin. Whumper grins at their desperate struggle not to breathe, panic growing with each second. Even when he moves the blade, they don't make a sound, only the slightest movement and a small twitch of his facial muscles.

"In."

A horrible gasp, on the verge of tears. They can't cry, that would surely be the end. They keep staring at the ceiling. It hurts so bad. Drops of sweat roll down his neck, mixing with the blood from the wound. Their hands start to go numb, either from clenching them too hard, or from the lack of oxygen. Just keep looking up. They let their mouth fall agape, closing their throat instead. Keep looking.

"Don't pass out."

The ceiling is spinning. Is there a fan? Or is that just a lamp?

It won't stop spinning. It's so bright.

Keep looking. Keep looking. Up.

"You can do it. A few more seconds."

Where is that sound coming from? A repetitive thump-thump-thump from afar. The kind of bass that reverberates in your whole body. Must be a concert somewhere.

Did they turn the lamp off-

"Out."

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Have your Whumpee cuffed to someone

To other Whumpee

While Whumper tortures one of them and the other has to feel the desperate pulling at the handcuffs.

Whumper going all "Aw now look what you did. You made Whumpee bleed." And indeed, both their wrists are bloodied and raw.

Trying to escape together with their wrists cuffed side to side :)

Or with their hands behind their back and a little chain in between them, keeping them tethered.

To Caretaker

A close up view to what Whumper usually does :))

Caretaker wanting to protect Whumpee, standing in front of them, the chain jingling as he holds out an arm.

Caretaker standing stoic in the face of the threat. Together, they have a shot! But Whumpee is backing away and Caretaker only notices when he feels the soft tug against the handcuffs.

Looking back in surprise and seeing Whumpee absolutely terrified.

God forbid, but what if Whumpee is handcuffed to their Whumper.

Maybe the team captured Whumper and to make sure he doesn't escape, cuffs him to someone. Whumpee volunteers (or doesn't and suffers. Or well, just suffering all the same.)

Whumper merely smiles. "Together again, at last."

Ohh the close proximity. The banter. The angst.

Defiant whumpee threatening to knock his lights out or meek Whumpee trying to shift away from him as far as possible.

Good luck trying to get some sleep while your worst enemy is cuffed to your wrist, man.

Or Whumper cuffed to Caretaker who takes a non-nonsense approach, either whispering or loudly stating, "Give me a fucking reason..."