#angel whumpee

[demondamage]

Haziel knew he was guilty of course. He had done- unforgivable things. Unspeakable things. And he knew that no matter what was done to him he would not be any bit closer to forgiveness.

But why was he the only one paying for it?

Everyone wanted their vengeance. Aziphem for- obvious reasons. His master for those same reasons, even if Kotarou was not the one who had suffered because of it. The council, stripping him of his apprenticeship, his weapons, and now his clothes as their act of punishment. Everyone felt entitled to their retribution.

And yeah. He deserved it. Every moment of agony and more. But he had been just one of the many aggressors. Kotarou had lead the project and Aziphem's final escape. Alejo had worked from the shadows to make everything possible. The various researchers had passed around Aziphem like a lab animal. A million hands had touched this atrocity. But when blood had to be paid, only his wrists were slit. It was easier to blame the hot headed apprentice. He could be a willing accomplice or a disobedient violent aggressor depending on what he was charged with. And every dirty hand could consider itself cleansed from his torment. This was retribution, reparation, and repentance all in one, even if it did nothing to fix any damage done.

But they needed a scapegoat; everyone demanded their pound of flesh. And as the icy desert night descended, even the coyotes would get it.

For @whumpsday 's new challenge! This is the Man vs Nature entry!!

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[kabie-whump]

Angel Whumpees

(tw: ritual torture, amputation, cults)

Hello. Please imagine an angel whumpee being held captive by a cult who uses their celestial powers for evil rituals.

Like, chaining Whumpee to an alter by their wings. Maybe even cutting off their wings so they can't get away. Maybe the process for draining their power is really painful. Maybe Whumpee screams until their voice is hoarse praying to their god for help but divine intervention never comes.

Whumpee's halo is the only point of light in the cult's lair, and it fades every day. Their wings, if they still have them, are dirty and bloodstained. They want to die - to rejoin their god - but the cult won't allow them to.

It's about the combination of pain from the torture and also religious guilt from knowing that their power is being used for evil and also fear that their god hates them now.

And if angel whumpee ever gets out they're crawling, exhausted, to the nearest temple and collapsing on its steps, hoping that the people inside can still recognize them for what they are.

(more angel whump)

[shshshquietnow]

I'm a big fan of angels and demons in whump, especially angel whumpees with demon whumpers. A demon obsessed with getting this divine perfection to break, and an angel having to stare in the face of something they've been told horror stories of since childhood.

But something I don't see used a lot is FALLEN angel whumpees, which I think have a lot to use. No one's coming for them, maybe they're weaker than before, they've been forsaken, they're maybe a bit spunkier, maybe already a little broken... they're great material to mold and mesh.

Or even fallen angel WHUMPERS, ones with nothing to lose, bitter and hurt... fallen angels walk around, showing the world with just their wings they've done something to piss off the heavens. Who WOULDNT be scared being taken caprice by one?!

[species-whump-weekly]

Angel Week

Creatures from Judaic religion, also used in Islamic and Christian belief systems. Originally the messengers of God with no freewill of their own, but later changed by Christians to be capable of independent thought and even falling from grace due to sin and rebellion.

Sunday: Sin - Holy Messanger and Unholy Recipient - "What's a birdie like you doing down here? Are you lost?"

Monday: Blinding Light - Botched Blessing - "I come in the name of God. Please don't resist. It'll only be worse for you."

Tuesday: Wing Clipping - Demonic Posession - "Do not be afraid."

Wednesday: Divine Punishment - Stranded - "Please forgive me. Something as beautiful as you can't possibly be this cruel.

Thursday: Hellfire - Eternal Separation - "Do angels bleed? I bet it looks real pretty like."

Friday: Feather Plucking - Abandoned by God - "Let us rejoice in the name of our Lord. For he is eternal and we will serve Him until the stars go out."

Saturday: Eye Gouging - Stripped of Freewill - "It was a mistake. That's all. Please don't hurt me."

Have fun ♡♡♡

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[whump-or-whatever]

uhhh got any prompts for an angel whumpee? maybe with a human whumper and/or demon caretaker? (sorry if this isn't specific enough i don't usually request prompts 😭)

Your wish is my command, I shall try my best 🧐 (I’m playing with different potential powers/weaknesses/celestial rules/etc.)

I feel like wing whump is a given (restrain them, injure them, pluck them, etc.)

Angel whumpee whose wings are so sensitive that mere touch can be painful

Angel whumpee crashes while flying

Angel whumpee overexerting their magical powers (MY BELOVED)

Angel whumpee who takes over a human host but the human body can’t sustain them and it starts deteriorating

Maybe a human whumper purposefully traps the Angel whumpee in their human host cause they know it won’t last long

Angel whumpee being tortured while in a human host but the Angel has never experienced pain before so it’s SO much worse

Alternatively, Angel whumpee who has a crazy high pain tolerance to the point that human whumper just tires themself out

Angel whumpee stranded on Earth alone, without their powers, utterly helpless

Demon caretaker wants to help Angel whumpee but whenever they touch each other their skin burns

Demon caretaker trying to help with their eyes closed because seeing the Angel whumpee’s wings is blinding to them

Angel whumpee falling from grace and having demon caretaker show them the ropes in hell

Angel whumpee being really reluctant to accept help from demon caretaker

Alternatively, demon caretaker being really reluctant to help Angel whumpee

What about an Angel whumpee who’s just, like… really bad at angeling? I’m not gonna elaborate on that lol

Angel whumpee who did something wrong is being punished in heaven and demon caretaker risks everything to go up there and save them

Demon whumper turned caretaker?

Human whumper doesn’t realize that whumpee is an Angel at first and when they find out they’re terrified, tripping over themself to apologize

Angel whumpee breaking free and blinding human whumper with their true form

Angel whumpee getting passed around between multiple whumpers because they heal instantly and therefore are endless fun

Demon caretaker going after human whumper for what they did to Angel whumpee

Angel whumpee actually just convincing human whumper that what they’re doing is wrong and they should stop

Demon caretaker who is usually super down for violence and torture and stuff, just not where Angel whumpee is involved

Feel free to add any others y’all can think of!

[inkwell-and-dagger]

don't worry they're totally posing willingly don't even. don't even worry about it mate

also I've wanted to use this template for so long because all the ones I've seen are GORGEOUS. anyway teehee aarin time

[cepheusgalaxy]

Winged whumpees

I love them. Not gonna lie. The main factor on deciding to whump Aiden was because they have wings.

I was looking for ideas, right? And most of what I found out was clipping their wings or putting them on display. And look, I love these okay. These are always great. But what I was thinking on, hear me out, were wing-spefic stress positions.

Whumpee with their wings forcefully opened waay too wide

Whumpee with their wings being tied into a twisted position curled around themselves

Whumpee being hung from the floor by their wings (I mean, you prob can't do this to anyone, their wings have to be somewhat strong)

Whumpee being restrained by their wings

Idk, but the possibilities

[pxppet]

Day seven of @figuwhump!

A caretaker went to an auction, not really looking to purchase. They saw an angel, wings clipped down to half their length, tied down with a hanging head. It looked so defeated, so small... The expensive price meant nothing, Caretaker bought it immediately, swearing to do something, anything, to give it a better life.

Reference pose below the cut:

[demondamage]

"I told you to watch that filthy tongue of yours. You're lucky I'm leaving it attached after what you said to me."

Ok imma actually do art tag on this one v-v

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[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 8 - "Why won't it stop?" ♡

@febuwhump

Content: ritual torture, angel whumpee, praying, begging, bondage, cults, knife, blood, poison

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The stone altar was cold under Solstice’s bare back. Chains held their body prone and chafed away at their already worn wrists and ankles. They couldn’t see the ring of cloaked figures watching from the shadows but they could feel their presence like a chill on the back of their collared neck.

The ritual master stepped into the candlelight slowly, reverently, his knife held out in front of him. Solstice tuned out the chanting that rose from the shadows, knowing from experience that allowing those eldritch words to pierce their mind would only make the pain worse.

“Mother,” Solstice whispered. “Please. Save me.”

The knife’s tip reopened old wounds, carving out the same sigils as always.

“Save me,” they repeated, this time in the language of celestials. “Please, Berronar. My divine mother. I have been nothing but faithful.”

Praying didn’t carry the same weight anymore. Not after the cult took their wings away. But they had to try.

Solstice screamed as the ritual master dripped a hot black oil into their wounds, lighting a fire in their veins. The chanting grew louder until it filled their ears and they could feel their celestial essence being ripped away.

It wasn’t until the ritual had ended and the cultists had left them alone on the altar that Solstice could use their cracked voice to pray again.

“Please,” they whispered between exhausted sobs. “I don’t understand. You made me. My parents told me I was a gift from you. Why are you letting this happen? Why doesn’t it stop?”

There was no answer. There was never any answer.

“Just… just a sign. A sign that you’re listening. That you care. That’s all I ask for. Please.”

Nothing.

“Please!”

Their voice echoed back in the empty chamber as they melted into a fit of devastated crying.

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Solstice (angel whump) taglist: @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @hauntedroseart @sapphicccici

[redd956]

Hear me out Fallen Angel whumpee with Angel caretaker

[starboy-whump]

I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount

...I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount, buying tea-grade rosepetals to make rose tea & rosewater bc exactly ONE line in a Fall Out Boy song from over a decade ago convinced me that rosewater is an intoxicant and/or sedative for angels, in the sense that it could b useful in field medicine, and the entire idea of rosewater gives me whumperflies now

but im rly rly normal i swear

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Angel Farm

Note: I spent all day yesterday butchering chickens and naturally had to write angel whump. I promise that real butchering is much more humane than...whatever this pure blasphemy is.

TW: mass murder, eating a sentient species, raised for slaughter, religious whump, gore, referenced death of unborn children, dehumanization, captivity, immortal whumpees, angel whumpees, multiple whumpees, demon whumpers, multiple whumpers

Butchering day had come around once again. Without a doubt the most horrific time of the year.

The butchering stations had all been set up the day before. Sharp knives laid out on cutting boards. Metal buckets beneath the tables to scrape viscera into. Plastic bags to seal the dismembered carcasses in. Same as last year. The old poplar tree stump next to the coop had an ax head buried in its blood stained heart wood.

Less angels had been born this year. The living angels had heard the demons discussing the high demands for eggs. Some were unfertilized, worth nothing to the angels who laid them. Others were left beneath the mothers until the chicks were nearly ready to hatch before being stolen away. A delicacy of the nine rings. The mothers had stopped crying years ago.

Some angels tried to hide behind buckets of feed or under the roost when they heard the demons approaching. It wasn't any use, and they knew it. But still they hid, shielding their bodies with glossy white wings, hoping for mercy from merciless beings. Most of the angels simply milled around, making no effort to hide, or slept through the day until they were selected.

The hope blooming in the heart of every angel, no matter their temperament or outlook, was that the demon desecrating their body would slip with their knife, destroying their heart so they would never regenerate.

To be finally at peace was a dream too outlandish for a reasonable angel, but still it happened every so often. Once or twice every decade. Enough to keep hope alive. But more angels were born than died, new coops being built every year to house them.

They were allowed to watch the butchering process. Peering through the barbed wire fence that kept them from ever spreading their massive wings in flight. Most didn't care for the sickening display. But a macabre few found comfort in memorizing the process.

Some angels, brave and foolish, fought to escape as soon as they were brought out of the coop. Those rare few who managed to fly away were always caught, drunk on glorious freedom. Angels didn't last long in the fire and brimstone of hell.

Demons beheaded angels with mighty axes, seizing their heads by blood slicked white hair and tossing them in a bin to be fed to the hellhounds. The wings of the decapitated angels thrashed against the grasps of demons, overcome with painful muscular spasms.

Some kept this up intentionally, knowing they were worth less with their wings broken. Any frustration caused to their tormentors was well worth the agony of broken bones.

Being thrown in scalding water to loosen their skin in feathers was pure agony, their insides filling with water through their gaping esophagus. The water wasn't even boiling, as that would ruin their meat by cooking them too early. It could even be considered chilly compared to the many hotsprings of hell.

But angels used to staying dry and bathing in dust could hardly bear the sensation of water at any temperature. They hardly noticed the plucking afterward, still in dreadful shock. Their beautiful wings were stripped of their protective feathers, left as bare as any other patch of skin on their too delicate bodies.

The angels were finally recovered from the shock of water in time for horrific disembowelment. Their craws were removed first. Accidentally puncturing them could ruin their meat, so the demons were particularly careful. Their throat was then removed, thrown in a bin to later be made into soup stock. But those were the easy steps.

Next, a piece of their flesh was roughly cut out, stretching from the bottom of their ribcage to their tailbone. Demons reached inside their chest cavity, ripping out intestines and other disgusting organs with horrible glee, seeing if they could remove the digestive tract in one piece.

They left the hearts inside the body out of cruelty while they separated the organs to be bagged and sold. Intestines were cleaned to make sausages. Livers and kidneys were saved to be fried up and eaten. Stomachs and lungs were tossed to the curious cats jumping on the butchering table to lap up pools of blue angel blood.

Then came the dismemberment. Wing, leg, and breast meat was all cut apart with well practiced precision. Still the hearts beat within the chest cavity, only to cause the angels pain through the entire process. Only after the carcass had been dismembered and the chest cavity was thoroughly cleaned out, the hearts were finally removed.

They were kept in incubators, beating without pumping blood, while the angels fully reformed over a course of weeks. The lack of a body was disturbing, but the absence of pain proved beyond relieving. They couldn't really think, but they could perceive. A state of purgatory within the bowels of hell.

And to think they had once been a glorious species, soaring through the skies of heaven and delivering God's messages to the humans below them on earth. Now fallen from grace they were lower than even humans, bred like livestock by cruel demons and treated as nothing more than a source of food.

At least butchering was over for this year.

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[inkwell-and-dagger]

maybe fallen angels aren't as frightening as Aarin expected...

Halos And Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

(click for better quality!)

pose credit to mellon-soup!! i found this one on pinterest and just had to draw zuriel and aarin :3

I'm honestly in LOVE with zuriel's hair, I didn't really know what I was doing when I was sketching this out but I'm SO happy with it!!!!! especially since this is my first time drawing them :3

also is it obvious this is my first time drawing wings lmao 💀

anyhow! it's them!!!!!

[whumpshaped]

A winged whumpee chained or otherwise helpless and exposed, begging a whumper not to rip off their wings, either being ignored or indulged, at the cost of something else they value as much as their wings. Maybe their sight? Or they keep their wings but they're mangled? Idk

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tw gore, wing whump, angel whumpee, angel whumper, dismemberment, thought manipulation, conditioning, religious themes

"Please, no! Please, forgive me, I did not know it was forbidden!" Cassael pulled on the chains one single time before they decided not to struggle, hoping that their show of submission would earn them some mercy.

"Silence." The other angel gave them a heavy enough look to make them shrink in on themself, weighed down by the judgement they saw in their eyes. "You will talk only when I allow it until your punishment is over. You will take it with gratitude and grace, as you ought to."

Cassael had trouble feeling grateful for the corrections lately. Their mentors seemed agitated and easily angered, or maybe they had been extra clumsy; either way, they felt like their mistakes didn't warrant such severe abuse. But they had to be wrong. They had to. They were the problem here, they couldn't assess the situation well enough, they couldn't even feel right. They were nothing but a broken thing in need of fixing. They had to be grateful for that.

After all, broken things were useless, and useless things were thrown away. They had to be grateful to be given another chance. To be fixed and allowed to continue their work.

"Spread your wings, Cassael."

They did so without any objections. The punishments targeting their wings were always the worst. Setting the feathers on fire, throwing them in water until they were waterlogged and dragging them to the bottom, even just having to keep them spread for long amounts of time was agony. They weren't meant to be constantly spread out like that.

"You have flown over forbidden land. Your punishment is to cease flying altogether until your wings grow back."

Grow back? But–

Their back exploded with pain as the angel tore out their left wing, grabbing it closest to their body to make sure that the entire thing came away with one fluid motion. Cassael screamed and thrashed, the agony utterly unbearable, the feeling of blood trickling down their back making them sick.

"Stop! Stop! Please! I am so sorry, it was my fault, it was my fault! It will not happen again!"

"Such disrespect," the angel whispered. "I have told you to stay quiet and take it with gratitude."

"I am thankful for your guidance! Please, please do not rip out my other wing! Please! I have learned my lesson, I cannot fly with one wing!"

"You have not learned your lesson, clearly." The angel grabbed onto the base of their right wing, squeezing painfully hard. "I said quiet."

The shriek they let out at their other wing being severed was entirely out ot their control. The other angel seemed to think that they were able to disregard such intense pain in favour of a command, and maybe other angels were capable of that. Maybe they were the only one with a defect that didn't allow them to shut out the pain.

"This will do," they said, satisfied with their work. Cassael could do little else than stare in front of themself, bloody and exhausted, letting their body sag against the restraints. They could hear the blood gathering on the cloud below, if it hadn't eagerly drank it up. "You will stay here and reflect. You will not talk to anyone but me, and only after I give the word."

Cassael silently nodded. They had no reason to try to defy the angel now. Their wings were gone, their beatiful, pure–

The angel placed a hand on their head, and suddenly it felt like all the thoughts were sucked out of it. Only one emotion remained: the overwhelming guilt.

"This should help you stay on topic."

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[allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers]

Zuriel time woohoo!!!!

the picrew is linked right here!!