#horned whumpee

[dinkflocculent]

Creepy intimate whumpers make my heart go berserk <3

- Non-con kissing; grabbing their hair, shirt, horns, or head to pull them closer <3

- Non-con hugging; holding whumper as they squirm or violently shake <3

- Forcing whumpee for both of them to sleep in the same bed <3

- Whumpers who actually love whumpee (bonus if yandere) <3

- Physically-affectionate whumpers <3

- Whumpees who hate any form of intimacy; it is extremely unfortunate to be with whumper. <3

- Once physically affectionate whumpees conditioned to freak out when in intimate situations <3

I plan on having a whumper like this in a series; I just love them so much <33

[whumppromptoftheday]

horned whumpee being chained by their horns so they can barely move

[snares-and-tears]

Whumper grabbing a whumpee by the horns/antlers. Dragging them around by the horns/antlers while their hands are tied up and can do nothing about it. Pulling them so hard that the whumpee feels like they’re going to be torn out of their head. Whumper slamming their face into the ground/wall by the horns.

[world-wide-whump]

We talk winged whumpee so I'm thinking horned whumpee things

- hard blows to the horns may cause minimal damage on the outside, but the migraines resulting are hellish

- maybe whumpee's horns are the kind that shed every year. Maybe it's very very uncomfortable and perhaps distressing.

- on the other end of the spectrum, whumpee's horns are thick and have blood in them, like the base of a fingernail. Cutting those off down to the point of bleeding would feel like torture

- getting horns stuck on things, sometimes causing whumpee to panic so hard they can't get themself unstuck

- whumper using whumpee's horns as a means of control, using them as handles to aggressively manhandle the whumpee wherever they want

- or something as casual as growing pains, whether that be from the horns getting bigger or even new horns just coming in

- whumpee's horns eventually grow so long that they begin to grow back into the skin, soon leading to more intense complications

[vespertineneon]

Interact with my silly whumpee ocs!

(Interact with silly Non-human pets!)

Send in silly asks to interact with my ocs! (I am begging you.)

Diiven

Height: 5’10

Species: Demon

Sex: Male (he/him)

Physical description: Red skin, claws, fleshy wings, red horns, sharp teeth, yellow eyes, tail, Black fluffy hair.

Diiven stands confident and unbothered, but is rather sensitive for his species. He’s an emotionally clingy pet, and needs quality time and attention. He can be very timid and fearful.

Sweetheart

Height: 6’2

Species: Avian

Sex: Male (he/they)

Physical description: Rather scrawny, pale skin, MASSIVE blue and black feathered wings, talons, sharp teeth, grey eyes, black hair down to his shoulders.

Sweetheart is mouthy and cocky, often aggressive to their owner. They hate being touched. Their response to fear is to fight, thrash, scream, insult. This is only because they are SCARED. Sweetheart is just a friendly birdie deep down.

[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

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1242

Submitted by Anon - Thanks!

It may not come up as much as wings, horns, tails, or other non-human body parts, but possibly useful for orcish characters - imagine the kind of pain that comes with breaking or cracking a tusk. Breaking a tooth exposes the nerve to air, but imagine that pain getting amplified. You could probably do a lot with migraine headaches, possibly nausea, or passing out, especially if it happens all at once. Don't even get me started on how dangerous an infection would be...

[whump-or-whatever]

Whump Vignette #2

Contents: hyperventilation, startle response, insomnia, panic attack, ptsd symptoms, recovery whump, emotional whump

Whumpee laid in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the shadows on the ceiling. For some reason, despite the fact that they were tired and it was 2 am, they could not fall asleep. Letting out a frustrated sigh, they swung their legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. They quickly pulled on a hoodie and some sweatpants. Padding softly down the hall past Caretaker’s room, they pulled their shoes on and slipped out the door into the cool night.

Whumpee walked along the city street, hands shoved deep in their pockets, eyes downcast. The cool air helped them feel immediately calmer. Every so often someone would walk past on the other side of the street, but for the most part they were alone.

At one point, they looked up to see a man coming down the road towards them. They could tell from the way he moved that he was not sober, so they stepped off the sidewalk onto the side of the road to allow him space to pass. As the two crossed paths, the man turned to Whumpee and said suddenly and quite loudly, “where are you going?”

Whumpee jolted at the volume of the man’s voice. Not really wanting to engage the man, they merely kept walking without a word, heart thundering in their chest.

“Fuck you, dude,” the man yelled after them, but Whumpee could hear him turn and continue walking the opposite direction.

Whumpee let out a long breath through pursed lips. A year ago they might have easily laughed something like that off, but after their time with Whumper… Now they could only focus on the adrenaline coursing through their body. They tried to bring their attention back to the calm hum of the city, continuing on down the road.

They had pretty well returned to their original state of calm after another 15 minutes of walking. 20 minutes after that, they heard a car drive up behind them and slow down.

They hardly had time to look back over their shoulder before the car laid on the horn, which had been modified to sound like a train horn. Whumpee’s full body recoiled, leaving them crouched down with one arm up, huddled against the foundation of the building that bordered the sidewalk.

The car’s tires screeched and it sped away, taking with it the laughter of its teenage occupants.

Whumpee felt the energy leave them as they fell forward onto their hands and knees. They sucked in breaths, eyes closed as they tried to regain their composure. The cement felt rough and cold and real against the palms of their hands.

After a few moments their heart rate began to calm and they stood up shakily. They brushed their hands off on their pants and covered their eyes, letting the cool of their palms soothe the flushed skin of their face.

They took a shaky breath and felt their throat choke up. Pursing their lips, Whumpee angrily wiped a tear from the corner of their eye with their hoodie sleeve. They looked to the sky and blinked rapidly to clear their eyes before continuing down the road.

They now had the stuffy feeling that you get in your head when you feel like you might burst into tears at any moment. Their mind raced, and their walking was starting to feel more like running away.

5 minutes had passed and Whumpee’s mind had not calmed down at all when they once again heard a car slowing down behind them. Red hot anger flashed through Whumpee at the thought that the kids had come back to torment them again.

Without thinking, Whumpee grabbed the nearest loose item to them, which just so happened to be a broken chair someone had left on the curb, and hurled it as hard as they could at the car.

It bounced off hood the car and crashed to the ground in front as the car slammed to a stop. The driver shoved the car into park and opened the door, climbing out.

“What the hell, Whumpee?” Asked Caretaker, their arms out and brow furrowed in confusion. Their face quickly changed, however, as they looked from their car to Whumpee.

Before Whumpee had even realized that it was Caretaker in the car, they had fallen into a sitting position on the sidewalk, hugging themself and sobbing, hyperventilating.

“Shit, Whumpee,” Caretaker muttered as they jogged over and knelt down beside them. “Hey, it’s alright, what’s going on?”

Whumpee shook their head, not making eye contact with Caretaker, who pulled them into a hug. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain. I’ve got you.”

Whumpee sobbed against Caretaker’s chest, hand fisted in their shirt.

The two of them stayed like that for a few minutes, Caretaker rubbing circles into Whumpee’s back soothingly until their sobs quieted down into sniffles.

Caretaker pulled back a little, their hands on Whumpee’s shoulders. Finally, Whumpee met their eye. Caretaker could see the shame of the situation beginning to register on Whumpee’s face. Smiling sadly, Caretaker used their sleeve to gently dab away the tears around Whumpee’s eyes. “It’s fine, we’re good, don’t worry about it.”

Confusion crossed Whumpee’s face, but Caretaker smiled at them with such a reassuring look that understanding fell over Whumpee like a wave. Everything, anything, all of it… it was all good. Caretaker wasn’t mad. They didn’t need an explanation, they didn’t care about their car, they didn’t need to know why Whumpee had broken down, why they had left in the middle of the night alone. It was all just… okay.

Whumpee merely nodded in relief, feeling overwhelmingly grateful for Caretaker in that moment.

“Do you think you can stand? It’s getting kind of cold down here,” Caretaker asked gently.

Whumpee nodded again and took Caretaker’s helping hand up. “Let’s get you back home. The car should be nice and warm.” Caretaker helped Whumpee into the passenger seat before grabbing the now even more broken chair and setting it back on the sidewalk. They got into the car and did a 3-point turn, heading back towards home.

• • •

Fin

[bandits-whump-collection]

Manhandle your monster whumpees by the horns.

Wrestle their heads still with a shoe on their ram horns.

Grab their antlers in fists and yank their head back.

Pull them around, lead them by force, make them look somewhere.

Bonus points if they break.

[dinkflocculent]

Caretaker finding whumpee. A bloody mess, slumped over the chair they’re tied against. Horns cut off. Having to shake whumpee every few seconds to keep them from closing their eyes. They were just so tired and in pain. They don’t know why this kind stranger is bringing them to that warm car.

When they wake up, everything was a blur. They hide away from the team, having a breakdown when someone gets to close. The nightmares were horrifying. They feared Whumper would come back, taking their horns and putting them on display.

But the soft touch of caretaker soothed them while they slept, and soon, caretaker could touch their horns like they used to.

[whumppromptoftheday]

horned whumper using their horns to gouge whumpee so they can't run away

[kawhump]

drawing based on that little thing I wrote that I’m probably not gonna bother rendering so this is for the wing whump connoisseurs 

[obsessedwithegos]

“Ooo? I liked that. Do that again” ..mayhaps with whumper Dor? owo

CWs: Vampiric satyr whumper, Unicorn whumpee, Breaking bones, Horn whump

~~~

Faust’s breath escapes with wheezes as Dor presses their hoof on his chest.

“Faust, remind me. This arrangement that we have, what does it boil down to again?” They ask, hoping to more thoroughly get their point into his skull.

“That I’m only here…. Because you allow me to be.. Master.” He struggles to speak, unable to get full breaths as it felt like they were about to crush his ribs. 

“What do you mean by ‘here?’” They urge, reaching down to grab his golden horn; forcing him to look at them. 

“Alive.” He gasps, tears running down his face. “I’m only alive.. Because you allow it.” 

“Good. That means you can only breathe because I allow it.”

An audible crack comes from his chest, forcing a sob out of him as they put more pressure on his sternum. 

“You are to act only how I tell you to. Do I make myself clear?” They grit their teeth and tighten their grip on his horn.

“Yes Master!” He cries out, instinctively trying to move his head in an attempt to prevent his horn from being damaged. 

“Did I tell you to move?”

 Crack.

“Please Master,,” His voice cracks as a weak breathy sob leaves him, his body trembles and his shoulders start to slack. He opens his eyes fully to look up at them without moving his head; His eyes are bloodshot and the snot running from his nose really just added to how pathetic he looks under them. 

“Ooo? I liked that. Do that again.” They order, momentarily loosening their grip just to tighten it once more to get the same reaction and vocal crack.

[whumpy/angst dialogue prompts]

general: @emmettnet @blackberry-bloody

[abhainnwhump]

A nonhuman Whumpee with horns getting tied down in a room where Whumper has a massive collection of horns and antlers on their walls, all taken from the Whumpees who failed to please them.

(Bonus if they recognize one of the horn sets as it belonged to someone they loved-)

[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!!!!!

[whmp]

hey, it's me! i'm still alive, somehow, though just barely. this semester has been pretty tough so far and will probably remain that way until spring. despite this, i managed to add some fun new features. : ) ALSO i promise 100000% that if you sent me an ask i WILL answer it. i will. anyway, look at all those cool things! -> a system for cuts, bruises, tattoos, wounds and other decorations your whumpee's skin is an empty canvas. whether you fill it with scars and wounds or cutesy band aids is up to you!

the way this is set up is kind of like a bunch of stickers. so for example, if you decide to hurt the lil' guy with something sharp, he'll get a "stab wound" sticker in the spot you decided to target. over time, that sticker will change over to a "stab scar" one. it's a very flexible way to do things, but it still needs some work and a couple big changes, since it's very unfriendly to low-end computers. in terms of visuals though, it should look exactly the same as the decal-based "decorations" for your whumpee that you see above!

- a better way of getting that dude on camera the camera system is now a lot more immersive and will fit the story. the awkward developer cam that could clip into walls is no more.

you can drag around the view and zoom in and out by scrolling. as you progress, you'll get access to even more ways to invade your whumpee's privacy. : )

-> new ways to get horny in the last devlog post (around 1000 years ago) i said that you won't see any "horny accessories" in the upcoming updates. that was a complete lie, sorry! here's a preview of some cool new horns you can give to your whumpee.

the neat part is that the horns are customizable - other than just choosing the shape, you can modify their size and color gradient. -> other stuff + story i've made plenty of changes and additions to the back end. most of it is not flashy or super significant - most of the time and energy i could dedicate to the project went right into fueling the violent, bloody conflict between me and custom shader code. i've also made some updates to how time is simulated and fixed a bunch of bugs. there is now a sound system too! i'll look for some copyright-free sfx and music before the next update. oh, and there's some lore too!

i've been experimenting with different ways of delivering the main storyline. heavily stylized cutscene-like sequences were very fun to do! not sure if i'll stick with this style though. either way, i have the general outline of something that resembles a plot. >: ) that's it for now! again, sorry for the irregular update schedule. i've been following the "no progress for a long time, then one night you have all the energy and inspiration in the world and you zone the fuck out for an unhealthy amount of time just working on your thing then until realize that you're going to be asleep within the next 40 seconds" development strategy - hopefully, my brain will kindly allow me to switch to a more comfortable workflow. :' ) taglist below: (let me know if you want to be added OR LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT TO ADD YOU IM SO SORRY) @whumpinthepot @andithewhumper @pigeonwhumps @monarchthefirst @scp-1296 @whumpedydump @screenys-whump-corner @whumpshaped @bloodsweatandpotato @burning-and-remembering @thealmightyconeoftruth @whimpity-whumpity @catnykit @vietbluecoeur @rainythealias @cardboardarsonist @snakebites-and-ink @lthrboy @woo-lu-woo @wingsofadragonsstuff @wecoffphm @bayvel @pics-and-fanfics @dokidokisadness @generic-whumperz @lambetjenasus @aarika-merrill @hayaneakabane @moons-cozy-corner @brittaunfiltered09 @rule-masochism @reverie1234 @oddsconvert @wh-wh-whumpified @currentlyinthesprial @cupcakes-and-pain @heavenlyden @whumpsday @likeadeadbattery @stay-on-topic1 @cyborg0109 @kawhump @astrowhump