Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"
Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"
Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"
Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"
Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"
how tf should I draw her if she’s looking like that bruh why she looks like Melon from Beastars 💀💀💀💀
You don't have to apologize, or perform authorial disgust, for dark, violent, sexual, cruel or problematic topics in the fiction you create.
Fiction does not exist to teach an audience a moral lesson. You as an author are not required to be your audience's moral teacher.
You can have bad things happen-- you can have a protagonist who is bad-- without having to explain to your audience that they are bad.
Yay! It’s done!
CW: Slavery, medieval whump, whipping and branding referenced, noncon stripping (again, nonsexual) taken in by royalty, whumpee thinking fluff is punishment, intimate caretaker, forcefully carried, begging
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The king held a golden goblet in the palm of his hand, occasionally glancing from the ambassador to the boy at his right hand. He was visibly trembling as all eyes at the banquet were glued on him, tracing his scars, staring at the healing whip marks curling over his shoulders. The king however, just kept looking longingly into his face.
“Are you not hungry, Eden?” He asked, nodding towards his overfilled untouched plate. “No! It’s n-not that, your majesty, It’s just… sh-should I not be serving you? I should be refilling your wine, or washing plates.” Eden tucked his head waiting for the hand to dig in his hair or a strike to the back of the head… But alas, he just laughed.
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Idk I'm just guessing there has to be some farming and ranching whumpers out there. Have I seen any? No. Do I want to? Hell yes.
So here. Take these and run. I'm begging.
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Strap whumpee to the tire of a tractor - starfish style - and let them just hang out here and spinnn and spinnnn and spinnnnn while you’re doing chores in the morning.
Tie whumpee to an electric Fence. The constant tick tick tick of pain won’t do much damage but will absolutely keep them from falling asleep. See how long it takes them to cry.
Barbed wire restraints.
Barbed wire stress positions.
Leave whumpee tied up outside. If it’s hot out, watch them dry up and blister and burn. If it’s winter, watch the heat leak from their body until they stop shivering.
Using bits of whumpee’s flesh as fish bait. But hey, whumpee gets to eat fresh fish that night, so it’s a win win, right?
Soak a lariat in water and tie it around their neck - then to a tree branch, keeping them on their feet. As the rough fibers dry, they’ll constrict, strangling whumpee agonizingly slowly.
So many power tools, man. So many.
Make them square bale hay with you. That’s it. That’s the prompt. Basic farm work.
Ditch them miles from home and make them run/walk all the way back or there’ll be hell to pay.
Let whumpee help as target practice before hunting season. Hold still and you probably won’t get hurt~
Whumper practicing their skinning skills on whumpee.
Tie whumpee down a bit too close while welding something. Who cares if slag hits them? It’ll just melt into the skin and scar forever, it’s fineeeee.
Spritz random pesticides and chemicals on them to test if it’ll burn flesh or if you need to wear gloves.
Make whumpee carry the wire across the creek when fixing creek gaps. Keep them bound, though. They don’t need hands for balance; it’s their own fault if the current sweeps them under. Tie the wire to them to drag them back out just in case. Tie it around their neck if they’ve been bad recently.
Cordless drill. Drill screws into the flesh.
Tie whumpee to the top of a cabless tractor while working to keep them in sight. They’ll burn terribly from the heat, but as long as they stay quiet and don’t distract you during chores, maybe you’ll be done before they cook like an egg up there.
Extra choke chain lying around. You know what to do.
Nail whumpee to the wall to keep them still while you work on a building project.
Toss whumpee into the [whatever you’re putting rocks into] while picking up rocks in the spring. Proceed to Not Care when every rock you toss thunks against whimpering flesh. The job’s done when they’re completely buried and you can go dump that load.
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i love silly whump. i love a character who is obviously hurt/unwell but still goes "im fine guys!! dont worry!!" and then family guy falls. i love a scrawny character getting picked up by the scruff of their neck and flailing around before resigning themselves to their fate. we need more silly whump.
An art for a friend’s polish pal :) her OC. It was really pleasant to draw her!
I’ve been thinking about it for a while, so, uh, I don’t know if anyone have told about it before and I haven’t seen it so…
Corsets.
There’s various options of using it on whumpee. Maybe previously Whumpee’s ribs were broken so now they’re wearing a medical one, given by whumper whom didn’t wanted to lose their whumpee soon and lowkey tries to heal them, but every time whumpee does something wrong whumper casually ties their corset tighter, making their ribs hurt even more, knitting bones fragmenting and causing pain worse, letting them to do shallow breaths only.
Maybe whumpee is wearing a corset as a punishment. An extremely tight one, squeezing their waist and making every breath they try to do painful, oxygen shortage makes whumpee very weak and vulnerable and even force them to faint. Ribs breaking. Organs displacement. Yeah, it hurts, a lot.
Or maybe whumper wants their whumpee to be pretty, but whumpee isn’t really slim as whumper wants so they force them to wear a corset to make their waist as slim as they want?
There’s a lot of options to play with, really a lot. So feel free to add more!
#imcrying
Humans being the first. Not the strongest or the smartest or the weirdest or the most violent. Just the first.
We called out into the dark over and over. We sent out messages in hopes. We searched every planet we could reach, in hopes of any sign of life. Any at all.
We thought, hoped we were the last, because we couldn’t bear the idea of being the one ones this awake and alive in a world as vast as this.
And we died alone.
When the others are born, many many years later, they find us, everything we left for them.
They recover The Golden Record and look at it a million times over, they dig up our fossils and put us in museums, they study us for years and years, loving us as we love our ancestors’ painted hands on cave walls.
In a lot of their languages, the word they use for us has the same root for “mother”.
Aromantic genderfluid/minor/havent been drawing shit since 2023/Transformers and some games fan/idk what else to write I love angst
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