#HURT DEER

[hirunoka]

Beni soracak olursanız, ben hâlâ burada ve Serhat'ın Barbaros'a "yaralı ceylan" dediği yerdeyim :')

[bunnieswithknives]

Dev this is serious stop beatboxing.

[pastafossa]

Mom: hey how was the witchy meetup

Me, in open delight: I GOT A NATURALLY SCAVENGED JAW BONE

Mom: you WHAT-

Me: *aggressively holds up deer jaw*

Me: DEER JAW

Bonus:

Me, to dad, holding it up to him like when I was 5 and found a neat rock: DEER JAW

Dad, in the exact same tone used when I was 5 and found a neat rock and showed him: Neat!

[handmeabook]

Worth the watch some seriously good whump

[soullessjack]

having a lot of deer on the mind tonight 🦌

[gummy-axolotl]

Drawing My Moots As Centaurs Until They Watch Centaurworld Part Seven: @an-albino-pinetree

Canadian Moose

bonus shitpost thing because reasons I guess

[voidcat]

leaning in for a peck on the lips and telling your windbreaker darling they're so sweet they give you toothaches... only to be hit by a real toothache hours later

[ganondoodle]

hope everyone had alright holidays!

a few days ago when we were driving home in the dark in windy and rainy weather after getting two of my siblings from the train we, for the first time in my lifetime im pretty sure, hit a deer that was crossing the street, none of us saw them before they got caught in the headlights and the first one made it over but we werent yet slow enough to not hit the second one ...

the deer lived but was kinda stunned, my dad pushed it off the street and while we were still on the phone with police it got up and ran away but my parents car got damaged and while its still drivable there are several parts that got bent and since its an older model too it might be hard to get it repaired

anyway, i didnt know deer fur was that grey until i saw it stuck to our bumper :(

merry crisis

[prince-liest]

coming in from the opposite side of things to say let's GO alastor torture is so fun. love him but every time he suffers and just has to endure i kick my feet like vox did when he realized he's got a tail. clapping my hands together giggling etc etc.

HAHAHA, a reader after my own heart. I am admittedly sitting here rubbing my little raccoon hands together in nefarious delight in large part because, well. /gestures at my AO3 discography. Clearly I like tormenting Alastor.

He deserves to suffer a bit. A lot bit. As a treat. For me.

[the-owl-tree]

heathertail is a character with so much intrigue surrounding her, where you can glean information from how she interacts with other characters and yet the authors are so uninterested in exploring her beyond what she can offer the male characters around her. makes me want to gnaw on my fingers

[bunnieswithknives]

Can Dale like, change between his deer and human form, or his he just stuck like this? sorry if someone has already asked

Don't worry, I dont think Ive answered clearly yet but he is not stuck! Transformations are brought on by stress/negative emotions/spiraling and he turns back when he calms down. Unfortunately knowing that you might randomly and painfully start transforming into a monster at any given moment tends to cause a lot of stress and make spirals worse.

[shouts-into-the-void]

Sacred Deer 🤝 Sacrificial Lamb 🤝 Scape-Goat

[whumpshaped]

deer anon asked:

It's me, ya bitch, back at it again with more horrible whump ideas. Very please that so far, you have entertained my shenanigans, because thus far, my cat has been the only one to sit through my horrendous ideas, and she is indeed, quite poor company.

Characters infected with something, characters who know they're going to lose their mind or change into something vile and violent, characters who know that they need to leave their team behind now before they try to kill them and before their team has no choice but to destroy them. Characters who can't leave their team (or family, lovers, friends...) for various reasons. Characters spitting out their lungs over the floor while staring at those they love, begging them to just kill them before it's too late.

And those who love them realizing that their only choice is to shoot their best friend.

Everybody hurts, nobody wins, the world sucks, and I really need to start posting all my ideas on my own blog but BOY do I love seeing what you manage to do with em 😅

Follow up to my 'slowly becoming a monster' ask because it popped into mind just as I hit send:

Whumpee's/infected char's loved ones choosing to instead cage/restrain them until they can find a way to save them.

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tw body horror, nonhuman whumpee, whumpee turned whumper, bad caretaker, guns, infection whump, forced to hurt

"Please!" Whumpee screamed, voice so scratchy and distorted that if Caretaker hadn't been looking straight at them, they would've never guessed it was their friend speaking. They could hardly believe it, even like this. "I don't know how long... I can keep this thing at bay... It wants to– It wants to kill– It wants to kill you–"

"You'd never hurt me," Caretaker said tearily. "I know you wouldn't."

"But it would. Caretaker, this isn't... this isn't me." Whumpee shivered, then coughed, and Caretaker couldn't even look at the fresh blood splatter on the floor. "Please. Please, let me go out as... somewhat myself. Before I hurt you. I don't want to hurt you," they pleaded between two sobs.

"I... I can't." They couldn't even raise the gun. Couldn't even take aim. It was too much. "I can't kill you. I can't. We can still find a way to reverse this–"

Whumpee lunged before they could react. They tore the gun out of their hand and shoved the barrel into their own mouth, ready to end it all– but their attempt was interrupted by a violent coughing fit that made them drop the weapon. Caretaker snatched it up immediately and took several steps back, their heart hammering in their chest as they realised just how close they'd come to losing Whumpee.

"Just fucking do it, goddammit!" Whumpee yelled, but they sounded weaker than before. Their speech was becoming... garbled and difficult to understand, and the involuntary muscle spasms came quicker and quicker, one after the other until Whumpee was but a convulsing mess on the floor.

Caretaker wanted to help. They wanted to turn them onto their side and make sure they didn't choke, or whatever the protocol was in this situation, they couldn't even remember, what if they made it worse– But they never got the chance.

Whumpee's body changed within seconds. Their skin tore and their bones cracked as the infection forced them into a new shape, their limbs bending in unnatural ways and taking on an entirely new appearance. Their back split open with a sickening squelch, several tentacles sprouting from the wound like an octopus was trying to escape from inside.

Caretaker screamed and tried to run off, but something wrapped around their ankle and made them trip. The thing yanked them back effortlessly, and they soon found themself trapped under Whumpee's new, monstrous body, with rows of sharp teeth uncomfortably close to their throat.

"Stop!" they shrieked, but the creature — their friend — showed no signs of understanding them. "Whumpee, stop it! Please! Stop!"

Drops of saliva landed on their cheeks as the thing gnashed its teeth and prepared to tear their throat out, and Caretaker acted on instinct. The sound of the gun going off was unbearably loud, rivalled only by the pained cry of the monster. It was an utterly inhumane sound that grated on Caretaker's ears, and they wasted no time getting away from it. They didn't turn to look where the bullet had hit it.

They opened the door and slammed it shut as soon as they were outside, but Whumpee, or what had remained of them, crashed into it within the next second. Its arm broke through the wood and managed to scratch Caretaker, making them yelp and give up on the idea that locking the stupid thing would do anything.

They had to run. They had to run fast.

They weren't even at the stairs when the thing got out, and the way it moved sounded like the biggest spider was chasing them down. They jumped over several steps while blindly shooting backwards, only guessing that some of the bullets had hit from the way the monster shrieked.

"I'm sorry!" they cried. "Whumpee, please! Leave me alone! I'm sorry!"

The creature was faster than them, and in a last ditch effort, Caretaker spun around and tried to aim for its head. They should've honoured Whumpee's wish. They should've done this while their friend was still human. They were the worst fucking friend.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

It collapsed in a heap not too far from Caretaker, too many limbs twitching with entirely too much life for something that had been shot this many times. It was still growling and groaning, and... Caretaker suddenly had an outlandish idea.

If it wasn't dying... If it was just incapacitated... If it could be dragged around safely... The basement door was solid metal... There was some rope in the garage...

They looked at the monster's gruesome face and thought of Whumpee's soft features. What if they could still undo this? What if they could bring them back? What if Whumpee's consciousness was still in there, trapped and waiting to be freed?

"I'll help," Caretaker choked out. "I'll help you. I'll make this right. I'll– I'll get you back. I swear."

[callaeidae3]

A Month of Whump Winter Whumperland 2023 - Day 12: Bedside vigil

Rescued deer guy, exhausted and passed out after an adrenaline crash. He might not wake up for a while.

Following being captured then left behind while the forest burned, and the flames crept closer, and no amount of struggling could get himsef free.

He's safe now. The fire can't reach him here. Neither can the hands of those who hunted him.

@amonthofwhump

[real-deer]

who is putting hard berries on the ground, thats so mean

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

examining your relationship with your art can be fun

but watch out