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do you do anything non freudian

a little bit of freudian stuff as a treat :3

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the drawing versus the actual one?

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Relationship thing~~

Whumper who uses her purported dependence on Whumpee as leverage, and it's forcemasc.

"Could you carry it for me? Thanks Whumpee~ You're so strong. You'd make such a good boyfriend."

"You're wearing a dress? I don't know... You know I'm so shy, I feel like I'll become invisible next to you if we match. Why don't you wear that suit I got you instead? It's so dashing on you, you'll be like my prince~"

"Your long hair always covers up your face, even though you have such a nice jawline. We should cut it- it'll be more convenient, plus you'll look so handsome."

Their clothes have been going missing, but that's alright. Whumper buys them new ones- they're way more masc than anything Whumpee wears, but Whumper always makes them feel so guilty for refusing a gift...

(Whumper who can't keep a job, so Whumpee pays for most things. When Whumper buys them things, it's often from her disability and unemployment.)

"Do you not like the clothes I bought you? I just wanted to get you something, since you do so much for me... Is that wrong?"

Whumper who wants Whumpee to cut off all their old friends who knew them when they were younger.

Whumper who had a shitty past, so they don't have old friends.

"Seeing all these people act like they know you better than I do just makes me feel so insecure. I only have you... I abandoned everything to have a new life with you, but I feel like you aren't committed at all..."

Whumpee sleeps so much better ever since moving in with Whumper... Although, they keep have this hazy dream about someone whispering in their ear, a pinch in their arm. It's nothing, right?

"Wooow, I love your lower register, I wish your voice was like that all the time... Honestly, you should start practicing~"

Whumper introduces Whumpee as her boyfriend. They're gonna refute it, but everyone seems to have accepted it easily and Whumper nudges and whispers at them with big eyes.

"Come on, I already said it, and what's the big deal? It's just a little fun. You don't wanna make things awkward for no reason, right?"

Whumpee who, one day, sees himself in the mirror and has to pause. Wasn't he supposed to be a girl?

"A girl? What are you on about, honey? My husband is a man."

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A Moment of Satisfaction - Gladiator Whump Prompt #14

Multiple Guards / Colosseum Monster Whumpee

There are 3, 4, 7 men piling on top of Whumpee. Someone shoves his hand into her wing feathers and grabs, damn near tearing out the whole handful. They always pin the wings first, they always have to ground her. She could kill them. It'd be easy for her! They're cheating. She's livid.

She shrieks, claws at the arms trying to subdue her, bites down on a hand trying to silence her. Human blood is a familiar, boring taste but at that moment it at least feeds her rage and satisfaction.

Her legs are immobilized, but in a rush, humans always forget the tail- she swings it down and back-

"ARGH! DAMN THIS BITCH-" and rips through flesh like a whip. Someone restraining her legs falls to the side of her and she flattens her ears and scrambles to get the leg beneath her and flip on top of the man on her other leg, ripping her wing away from the one holding it in the same motion. The man she now has pinned- Young, inexperienced, weak- Holding on with only his arms, so when she flipped the position he was thrown onto his back. Her knee is on his neck.

The other men back away by instinct. She flexes her hands, her claws, her talons. That's right. She's a dangerous animal, apex predator. They all know it. They can't control her. She's wild and powerful.

She breathes raggedly. There's only a moment's hesitation, and- they're cheating. She'd have won. But there's nowhere to go.

A bigger man finds the balls to tackle her off his friend without warning- she isn't sent rolling but moreso crushed under his weight for the second before their momentum puts her next to and not under him anymore. She immediately launches herself away, making it two feet in the air before someone catches the top edge of her wing on the downswing and she slams right back to the ground on top of the other wing.

CRACK-

The angle is just wrong and pain rockets up her wing and into her back, though it was something in the far joint that fractured.

Squawk- a boot crashes into the side of her throat and she instantly knows, that's it.

She's sent into a coughing fit, curled in a ball and unable to even tuck her wings into a cocoon without a stabbing, throbbing pain that seems to not want to stay at its source, lighting up the nerves in her entire leftside back as well.

Heavy metal rattle and clink, they haven't brought these out in a while. Hadn't needed to. The manacles are a cold burden round her wrists, ankles, neck. The chains make them ten times heavier. She hopes many days are ruined by this besides hers, and really she knows because no one profits from having a fighter who can't fight.

Something is badly fucked because her wing can't even return to the bent resting position without excruciating pain, so the kid from earlier is carefully supporting it while two other men are firmly holding her with their shoulders under her arms as she limps, now that she's stopped trying to maim them. Her vision is blurred, slightly. It might just be the sand that got in her eyes. The sand or the ash.

The blinding hot light of outside seems to fall instantly to a cool, damp darkness once they start descending the steps, practically carrying her. Every jostle of her wing makes her lose her breath trying to stay quiet.

This'll be expensive to fix, she thinks. Not too expensive- worth it, but only barely.

Her wing pangs. She licks the blood off her teeth.

Ha. That'll show them.

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my love language is being seen

Like damn you have an understanding of me beyond the labor I do for you? Waow...

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whumpee who has whumper’s hand clasped over their mouth as they’re tortured, muffling any screams or cries beyond recognition. whumper finally takes their hand off of whumpee’s mouth only to say -

“Beg me to stop.”

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Thump shoulder first into the ground, sending a shockwave through his arm, "ARGH-"

Whumper grabs his jaw and squeezes his cheeks.

"Down the hatch."

"Ah- gh!" Whatever that bitter liquid is, it's instantly down the wrong pipe and Whumpee hacks up for about half a second before realizing the options are swallow or drown.

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pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet

My love language is nothing I do not love I am evil in the heart

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My love language is nothing I do not love I am evil in the heart

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Here are some more doodles btw

It’s not me I swear

Also this drawing comes with a scenario!

Sadistic Carewhumper and Stoic Whumpee~

The Carewhumper is indeed incredibly cruel, sadistic, violent whatever while physically hurting Whumpee- just until they get them crying uncontrollably, that is. A hyperventilating panic attack where a few tears fall doesn’t cut it, they need to make Whumpee cry and wail and sob. Once they’re there, Carewhumper flips the switch and becomes super tender and loving… they claim it’s good for Stoic Whumpee to let their feelings out, and this is their totally-not-self-serving “shortcut”.

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Where did you go? - Relationship Whump Prompt #13

Controlling Whumper / Demihuman Whumpee

Whumpee rolls their shoulders. Whumper's arm is laid heavily round their waist. His hand is resting over their hip, squeezing firmly every now and again.

It's bright and loud and crowded and even though Whumpee was the one who asked to go out, now they just wanna go home. It's so hot out. A horn blares from somewhere- Sweat trickles down their back. They flatten their ears. They flick their tail and pull away. Whumper runs warm and he's holding onto them too closely. His hand shifts up when they pull away and he pulls them back by the waist.

"Ah-" They stumble slightly and lean into Whumper. Someone in the crowd bumps into the two, but Whumper doesn't slow down.

"Wait,"

He stops abruptly, causing Whumpee to trip into him and his hand to dig into their stomach. He grabs their other shoulder and pulls them into something like a hug. His hand is touching their jaw and the back of their neck.

"What is it? Did you see something you want?" He asks, breathing into the fur of their ear. Their spine tingles. Their feet hurt. These shoes aren't tied tight enough and the tag on their shirt collar is itching, but their skin is damp so it sticks to and scratches at the skin. Whumper's hand is also sweaty, disgustingly warm and too close on the skin of their stomach under their shirt. Whumpee's canvas bag is pressed between them, jutting into their ribs.

"I, um," Their head is swimming, their face feels hot. It's hard to breathe with Whumper's hand around- on their neck. He's not choking them, but his touch is firm and insistent and burning hot. Their socks feel itchy, sticking between their toes. Why'd they ask to go out if they couldn't handle it?

"Yeah, I- uh, can we go inside?"

They point at one of the buildings- the least busy looking one, some kind of theatre or club. Through the windows, Whumpee can at least see that everyone is seated.

"I- I wanna see the show." They tell him. Talking over his shoulder, they worry for a moment it'll be lost in the sounds of the crowd.

Whumper strokes their back and gets his hand into their tail fur and rubs the bone between his fingers. Whumpee's knee fails and their weight falls onto Whumper's hands, they feel choked by the hand on their neck.

"Ie-"

"Come on then."

Whumper pulls them along by the wrist, suddenly distant. It feels like whiplash, but they aren't thinking straight.

He pays at the door for the both of them and before they can get their bearings they're already seated, squished up against Whumper as close as can be without sitting in his lap. They're too big to sit in his lap even if they wanted to- and honestly they'd rather have breathing room.

Here, they still barely have breathing room, but its cool and there's no raging crowd. There's hushed talking all around and someone singing on a raised platform in the corner. The seat cushion is a bit too squishy and kind of sticky? High friction? But it's enough to calm down and breathe.

Whumper's touch is constant. They should've known it'd be like this when he said they'd go out together. Did they expect Whumper to let them wander off? He'd be too worried. He says it constantly. They could get hurt, lost, taken. Whumper slides his hand from Whumpee's back to their shoulder and pulls them sideways, face down on his lap. He cups the back of their neck, encouraging them to stay down.

It's dark and warm and quieter with their head nearly under the table, but somehow their heart is beating faster and blood rushing in their ears. He's tracing a finger down their spine.

"Whumper,"

"Sh."

They hold their breath.

He lets go of their neck, rests his hand in Whumpee's hair. He tugs at it lightly, rubs their ears between his pointer finger and thumb.

"Hh," The hand that was under their shirt is playing with their waistband. They try to sit up but he pushes them back down. He's touching their tail, letting it slip through his fingers when they pull it away. "Ah-"

"An Old Fashioned. Yeah, I like it sweet." Whumpee freezes. They didn't notice the waiter- they hope the waiter didn't notice them. Whumper is making conversation with her while stroking Whumpee who's gone still.

She's laughing at something Whumper said that Whumpee couldn't hear because his thumb is all up in their ear tickling them and they're squirming and trying to be subtle. He's kneading their ass all of a sudden and they resent having decided to stay silent. Their fur bristles and they slap their tail against one leg of the table.

They open their mouth to complain- Whumper shoves his fingers down their throat-

"H-ahgh-"

Even the hushed noise in the dim building is enough to cover up Whumpee's choked sounds. His fingers taste salty, his hands are still sweaty from earlier. Ah, where have his hand even been? Gross.

Whumper chuckles.

"I'm afraid I'm here with my partner. They'll be back in a moment. In fact, if you could bring a glass of bourbon for them too, that'd be great. No, on the rocks. Thanks."

Asshole.

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Manhandling--especially done in silence.

Content: manhandling, humiliation, beating

Slammed into the top of a desk with their arm twisted behind them

Whumpee wincing and freezing under whumper's weight as they realize they're trapped; if they move any more their wrist is going to break

whumpee crushing their lips in their teeth to hold back cries of pain that they'd be punished for

Guards shoving in a manacled, stumbling whumpee before the king, kicking him to his knees and forcing him to bow so low his forehead hits the flagstones

Fist in the hair to yank whumpees head up

Or fingernails bruising into the cheeks for the same goal

Whumpee frustrated to rage that they aren't being allowed to just walk straight, instead they have to throw them into walls and slam them down into seats

Looking up with a livid glare at main whumper when they get there

Whumpee starting to speak, "wait, just--" gets yanked so hard the words catch before he staggers forward

"I can walk." Whumpee growls next time they come for him. Snarky guard--"well, you're to be dragged."

When the whumpers step away from whumpee, now tied up and gagged on the floor, panting through his nose

Humiliating punishments like whipping while whumpee is tied up like this, whumpee floundering awkwardly away with a muffled shriek at every strike

Holding whumpee's arms so whumper can punch them over and over in the stomach

A lineup of prisoners, but whumpee is the only one that gets thrown and kicked into position

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we all love our gagged whumpees, but the way im automatically won over is when the tiny process of whumpee being gagged is described in very careful detail.

pushing the tangled hair out of their face so you can slide the straps under it. maybe it's coated with sweat.

if whumpee is defiant, i love seeing how they toss their head back and how you have to force their mouth open. maybe they bite a few times? very annoying for whumper. but shoving their head back towards you, gripping onto their hair and telling them to cut that shit out...ooh, that's fun.

obedient whumpees are just as fun because they'll just open up for whumper. stick that pretty tongue out and remain still as you clip it behind their head. maybe you can even stroke their hair a little. throw in a 'good boy/girl' for good measure 🙏🙏🙏

then theres the look!! i wanna know what they eyes are doing!! are they glaring straight ahead to avoid looking at whumper, or shooting daggers at them anyway? do they stare at the ground? or is it all listless if they've done this many times before?

and when you're done... i wanna know the result. what kind of gag is it (personally im a sucker for open-mouth) and how does it make em look? are they drooling already? what does whumper have to say about this?

i dont care how unnecessarily long you think you made your gagging scene, we're whump writers we're all here to indulge!! give your whumpee's mouths some love 🫶🫶

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It’s not me I swear

Also this drawing comes with a scenario!

Sadistic Carewhumper and Stoic Whumpee~

The Carewhumper is indeed incredibly cruel, sadistic, violent whatever while physically hurting Whumpee- just until they get them crying uncontrollably, that is. A hyperventilating panic attack where a few tears fall doesn’t cut it, they need to make Whumpee cry and wail and sob. Once they’re there, Carewhumper flips the switch and becomes super tender and loving… they claim it’s good for Stoic Whumpee to let their feelings out, and this is their totally-not-self-serving “shortcut”.

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perhaps the real reason for liking whump was that I secretly think the only time expressing your suffering is valid is during intense physical pain, all along!

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Good boy..

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Artist Whumper who either cuts Whumpee's hands off or ties them in a stress position out of frame so that they don't have to draw hands