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Hhhh this is my first ever whump write (see, I told you. I don’t do whump). I was talking to my fren the other day, and we came to the conclusion that chrisler bois are just extremely good. So uhhh. Idfk what possessed me tbh (fren, you should feel called out rn), but I actually wrote a thing right after. Anyway, have this lil present boi way before it’s actually christmas!
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Whump prompt #1
Whumper finishes wrapping the beautiful red ribbon around their little gift. It’s not an actual gift. No, not at all. This time it’s wrapped around the boy’s fragile neck. *Their* boy’s fragile neck. Whumper takes a step back to enjoy the sight before them. “Hmm. How lovely,” they hum, their eyes not missing a single spot. Cuts and bruises are spotted along the way. Whumpee can’t help but cry out a little sign of pain, the ribbon is tightly wrapped around him after all. “Nghnn. P-Please… It’s hurting me,” he whines. Whumper is feeling blissful, hearing their boy saying those words. Whumpee shuffles in his seat, clearly uncomfortable and in pain. “Now be a good boy and sit still while I wrap you open,” Whumper smiles, as they come closer with the knife in their hands.
Guess what, ya’ll! I’m still alive! And I’m back with some very good content hehe~ Anyway, I wrote this piece a while back, but I only now decided to post it :’). I hope that ya’ll enjoy it, though!
~ A Special Occasion ~
Whumpee would rather have to endure a violent beating to the kneecaps than to be here. Be watched at like this. Humiliated. Whumper thought it to be a wonderful idea to dress him up in a neat tuxedo. They actually tried! A bit too hard in Whumpee’s opinion. Now every single soul in the building has their eyes on him. Because a Whumper-only party is the place to be, right? The hungry stares from the others scare the little one to no end. He doesn’t dare look anyone in the eyes, too afraid that they will swallow him up whole just like that. But Whumper’s warm, strong body towers over him by his side. They’re not touching him, not with a single finger. But they make it clear enough that this boy is theirs.
He already knew they were up to no good, when he heard the news that he will join his captor to a ‘special occasion’. But before he could utter the words “please, I don’t want to go”, Whumper was already helping him put on his clothes. There was never a choice to begin with. And now they are making their way through a swarm of people, the eyes of the others filled with the need to torture the boy for hours on end. He has seen that look before. One too many times.
Much to Whumpee’s disliking, he occasionally gets prodded by teasing elbows, making him wince softly. The audience is unable to see under the expensive looking tuxedo he’s wearing, but his body is covered with bruises and cuts. Whumper was in a particularly happy mood last night, which in turn caused them to visit their favorite boy until the sun was coloring the streets with its bright rays again. His body feels sore and awfully tired now, but sleeping is not an option. Not when the predators are about ready to attack their prey.
Whumper’s unorthodox, sweet voice fills the quiet room, as they are greeting their fellow evil minds. The others don’t say anything back, obviously too preoccupied with this beautiful little thing being near them. An elbow finds its way to Whumpee’s bruised rib, making him stop dead in his tracks. His body doubles over, as pain suddenly shoots through him. Whumper stands behind him, a subtle grin on their face. “What’s wrong, hmm?” they hum. Whumpee’s eyes widen in an instant, afraid that he just made a mistake. He tries to recollect himself as much as he can and answers.
“N-Nothing!”
“Keep walking, then.”
And that he does. They continue to move on, now thankfully almost being at their destination. Well, more like Whumper’s destination. Whumpee is never allowed to drink alcohol. His brain will get all fuzzy and stupid, and it’ll filter out the pain. But they want him to feel all of it. Every single sharp knife tearing his tender skin open, every nail violently getting pulled out of his fingers. It would be a waste to hear playful chuckles instead of raspy cries for help. That’s why he may never drink alcoholic beverages. They finally reach one of the waiters on the other side of the room, holding up a tray with glasses of champagne on it. Whumper lifts their hand up, grabs a glass, an entertained smile on their face.
Whumpee stands next to them, present to serve just as decoration. There’s not much he can do anyway. But the adorable, panicked expressions and involuntary flinches whenever someone makes a sudden move cause such happiness in Whumper’s body. They could have never asked for a better boy than this one. Whumpee watches as his captor downs the champagne in mere seconds and grabs another one right after. His hand is grabbed by them suddenly, leading him to a fancy looking seat in the corner of the room. They gesture for him to sit down on it. Whumpee obeys, as he should, and looks up at them with worried eyes. Are they going to just leave him here to suffer in silence? “Stay here, Darling. I’ll unfortunately have to leave your side for now to get the necessary pleasantries out of the way. But I promise that I’ll tend to you afterwards. Oh, don’t you worry about that.” The smile on their face never left. If anything, it got even wider after their statement. Whumpee’s blood runs cold, as Whumper turns their back on him to join the others. He’s alone now. Alone in a room filled with people.
One might think that this is a good thing. But he knows that even though their eyes are not on him, they can see everything he does. How his chest heaves up and down heavily as fear starts to set in, how he’s anxiously fidgeting with his fingers. There is no chance for him to escape while they are not paying attention. However, this is not even what bothers Whumpee the most. No, it’s the terrifying realization that his captor just gave the other Whumpers the approval to do with him whatever they want. They did so the very second they turned around and left. It’s almost as if they threw a sheep in the lion’s den.
To Whumpee’s surprise, though, no one seems to approach him. The others occasionally glance at the poor thing sitting all by himself, but none of them actually come closer. It confuses him, but who is he to go and complain about it? A swift smile appears on his face, feeling happy that he can finally take a break and just feel safe for once. This feeling is soon replaced by worry once more, as his bladder starts to act up. He looks around for Whumper, but he’s lost them out of sight. The very last thing he wants is to wet his pants right now. He has done so many times before. And all of those times ended horribly. Whumper loathes it when he makes a mess.
But what can he do? He can’t just go to the bathroom without permission. Whumper will make him regret doing that for sure. His mind weighs off all his options and possible horrifying outcomes, but eventually gets up to look for the restroom, completely disobeying his captor. Whumpee finds himself in multiple different hallways before finding the correct one, causing a relieved feeling to wash over him at last. He may very well could have gotten lost in this massive building, but luckily his eyes are now meeting the doorway to the restroom. He walks inside, empties his bladder, and quickly walks out again to return to the seat before Whumper notices he’s gone. If they didn’t already. Now almost nearing the end of the hallway, silently praying that he won’t take a wrong turn again, a tall figure approaches him. His heart skipped a beat, begging words almost rolling off his tongue already, as he thought it was Whumper.
After a careful look, however, he realizes that it’s not his captor. A deep sigh escapes him, but gets drawn right back in, as the figure is now mere inches away from him. They chuckle, their breath reeking of alcohol. “I didn’t see you when I came in just moments ago,” they come even closer towards Whumpee, causing him to take a step back. “You don’t seem to be one of us. Are you perhaps lost, little one?”
Whumpee takes yet another step back, pure terror now taking over his body. What if they take him? Whumper will make sure he will never hear the end of it if they have to retrieve him from someone else. Or feel the end of it, rather. He’s not sure what’s scarier. The figure continues to come closer, now reaching out a hand to grab onto his chin. They move his face around to take a good look at him. “Not a single ounce of defiance left in you,” they smile, their head tilted in delight. “Would be a real shame if someone were to just take you, wouldn’t it?” Shivers run down Whumpee’s spine. “P-Please, I-”
“Whumpee,” a new voice fills the hallway. Not questioning, not searching. But just low enough to let Whumpee know he is in trouble. He looks behind the one now hovering over him, only to see Whumper standing there. The figure sighs, and turns around to look at the person who, to their annoyance, joined them. “Who the fuck dares to interrupt-” they quickly swallow their foolish words, seeing the all too familiar face. Whumpee takes this as the perfect opportunity to run back to his captor, hiding behind them. He finally feels safe. The stranger looks at them with wide, fearful eyes. “I-I-I-I didn’t k-know he was y-yours!” they stutter, any sign of intoxication suddenly gone. “Oh, I’m sure that you didn’t spot us when we walked in,” Whumper’s voice sounds awfully sarcastic. That has never shown to be a good thing. “I j-just got here! I s-swear!” panic visibly starts to set in for the stranger. Whumper chuckles and turns around, their eyes falling upon what’s most precious to them. “Darling, be a good boy and return to your seat,” to this, Whumpee nods, and immediately does as he is told. He definitely doesn’t want to aggravate them more at this point.
After a short while, Whumpee thankfully manages to find his way back to the main hall. Not long after he takes a seat, a bloodcurdling scream fills the building, where just moments before many chatting voices could be heard. Whumpee jumps up, facing the maze-like hallways where he just came from. It is definitely not Whumper’s voice that’s screaming in agony like that. It must be the drunken stranger that approached him before. Whumpee wonders what Whumper must be doing to them. The screams then cease, whereafter Whumper returns to collect their little one. Droplets of red have appeared on both of their hands, as well as their tuxedo. They grab him by the arm and lift him up from the seat. “We are leaving,” Whumper says sternly. Both of them then walk off towards the exit. “W-What happened back there…?” Whumpee looks up at them with doe eyes, seemingly seeking for answers. “I had to teach them some manners, is all. One simply does not touch what is mine.” Whumper’s grip around Whumpee’s arm tightens considerably after that. The stranger definitely angered them. Whumpee isn’t even sure if they are still alive as of now. He can’t help but feel proud of his captor for protecting him like that. It leaves a warm feeling all over his body. “Thank you. F-for protecting me.” A chuckle then escapes Whumper’s mouth. “Did you truly think for even a second that I was doing you a favor?”
The atmosphere suddenly changes. Whumpee frowns, now feeling confused more than anything. They did that to protect him, right? Why else would they do such horrible things to someone they don’t even know? “I wasn’t trying to keep you safe, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Whumper says, seemingly reading the little one’s mind. “I abhor it when other individuals touch my property. It is unjust.” So, they did it just as a vengeful act? Whumpee’s head spins, as the gears in his head work overtime. “Besides, you are in big trouble, Darling. You were foolish enough to leave your spot, even though I had told you to stay put. You are not very obedient after all, it seems,” a wide grin appears on Whumper’s face. Regret overwhelms Whumpee. “I’m sorry, really! I-I won’t do it again! Just, please forgive me!” he pleads, but alas, it is in vain. “Pets should be punished when they misbehave, no?” Whumpee cries and thrashes in Whumper’s grip, but there is nothing he can do to save himself now. His skin crawls, as he realizes what horrors await him when they get back to the place he was forced to call ‘home’.
im a little strange & unusual
TW:BLOOD
Drew Garrett as a bloody bunny man for Easter
His initials are G.I.D, He's very cocky and loves the feeling of danger but he has his limits. He loves to bite and won't hesitate to do so~ This is my mascot design for the @zineofgid contest they are holding so if you want to try your hand at drawing a mascot then you can do that here docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAI…
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And if any of my GID artist and writers are looking for something fun to do and meet new talented friends then I and the people of the GID Zine invite you to join us by applying here docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAI… but please hurry if you do because you only have TWO DAYS left to apply
What Xia Does During Dinner -|Invader Zim Royalty Au|-
GORE WARNING
I know I didn't post anything about Royalty Au Xia but I will soon, I just finished this faster than expected and couldn't help myself. But uh... so this Xia cutting herself with a fork instead of eating dinner. Don't blame her-
Royalty Au by @melodyofthevoid
(Also, btw I love your au) 🥺
Goretober Day 29: Glasgow Smile
Shock and horror! I actually drew one of my (very few) OCs!
Richard Harmon as JOHN MURPHY THE 100 | S02E04 - ‘Many Happy Returns’
“I trust you…”
when will I stop drawing this horrible duo kinda a redraw of this which I drew a couple months ago, damn I feel like I’ve made a lot of progress!!
nasty boy
✖️BlOOd is FuN✖️#triggerwarning #cigarette #alcohol #drugs #motionlessinwhite#gore #cuts #scars #teens#bloodplay#knifeplay #punk #blood#americanhorrorstory#threedaysgrace#taylormomsen#supernatural #slipknot#korn#goth#satanist#grunge#bisexual#genderfluid#crybaby#suicide#ittybittytittycommittee#marilynmanson#mychemicalromance
Don’t Cry, Daddy - by ME
(Characters don’t belong to me. They belong to a deviant from DeviantArt named InvaderOfFandoms who requested this of me.).
Link: https://www.deviantart.com/invaderoffandoms/art/Rodney-And-Kenny-Gingers-Have-Souls-Too-712224426
“The Rhythm of Pain” colored pencil, 19.5" x 25.5"
