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"Do your worst, you bastard. I didn't break for the last fucker and I'm not going to break for you."
"...I was just bringing you soup..."
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When someone asks the whumpee how they are, and they just have to say they're fine, when they're not really fine, but they just cant get into it because the others would never understand.
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Neck Day 2021: The Neckoning
Castys needs more whump with a whumper there hasn’t been enough of that lately and I think he deserves it so here
Ingredients: hanging/strangulation, barbed wire shenanigans (not jairus level tho 😔), painful wound cleaning, manhandling, a single kick, some stepping on (as a treat)
“You’ve tried to escape for the last fucking time, slave,” Rakkel threw Castys to the ground, and he couldn’t even try to break his fall since his hands were tied behind his back, so he ended up getting dirt in his mouth, which was shockingly untasty. Just another fucking day, huh?
“You’re right, I’ll succeed next time. I think I’ve almost got it down-” Her boot slammed into his gut, cutting him off and causing him to curl up, gasping for air.
“I’d cut off that tongue of yours if it wouldn’t grow back the next time I snuffed out your pathetic life.” She ground her boot into the side of his face as she said it, and part of him wondered why she didn’t just cut off his tongue and then not kill him, but he decided to keep that little solution to himself. Not having a tongue didn’t seem like it’d be fun, from what he’d heard. Not that any of this was fun, especially since her foot was forcing his face down into the soft earth. “No, I think it’s time I ripped that personality out of you. I thought it was entertaining at first, but at this point it’s nothing but an annoyance.” She was fiddling with something above him, probably related to the tree she’d dumped him under.
The moment her foot left his head, she grabbed his hair, yanking him upright. He gave her his best smug grin, blinking the dirt out of his eyes. “Glad I’ve been annoying you just as much as you’ve been annoying me, maybe we should part ways then-oh, are we?” She’d just unlocked his collar with her free hand, setting it aside. “I thought that made me your special slave boy, am I not-”
“Oh don’t worry, I’m going to replace it.” She dropped him onto his back, straddling his waist, which, he decided, was not a feeling he liked, but he did his best to keep his face neutral. Of course, when she held up a length of barbed wire, he couldn’t stop his eyes from going wide, and, of course, she noticed, giving him a broad smile. “I think it’s going to work wonders. You’d better hold still or this will hurt far more than it has to.”
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Whump Concept: Restrained Whumpee, but with More Whump...
I’ve imagined a whumpee captured and strapped down to a table more times than I can count. But here’s a new thought: the whumpee strapped down so thoroughly they can’t move at all.
Think about it:
- Restrained by a strap across their forehead; they can’t turn their head but can only look at the ceiling, at whumper’s face, into the blinding florescent lights, into the heavy darkness and lonely shadows.
- A strap across their neck; each swallow makes it cut painfully into their skin, so they focus on not swallowing, but eventually the tightness causes a little saliva to leak out the corner of their mouth. (Bonus points if it’s some sort of wire, even barbed wire.)
- A strap across their chest; their lungs can’t expand fully and their breathing grows shallow, drawing in just enough oxygen to stay conscious.
- Restraints on both wrists and elbows, tight enough for their fingers to lose feeling. Whumper laughs at the occasional twitch of a finger or muscle as they struggle in vain to keep control of their body.
- Straps across their legs, preventing them from kicking out. They can only strain against them when the pain starts.
- Fetters at their ankles; the finishing touch on their captivity that, like the restraints locked around their wrists, makes their feet turn to blocks of nerveless dead flesh. (Bonus points if they couldn’t run away anyway and whumper just wants to humiliate them.)
Poor whumpee.
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I wasn’t going to draw more, but then I filled an entire page with gag and muzzle sketches. I would say oops, but I had a blast with these and doing some nice scribbly, smudgey pencil shading that just doesn’t feel the same digitally.
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Featuring @spookyboywhump‘s lovely ocs Zander, Wren, and Cain, I went a little on the experimental side for this illustration. I had an image in my head that I couldn’t get out even after rambling about it to Allen, so here’s a protective Zander, sleepy Wren, impatient Cain, and their whole room!
I know there are plenty of inaccuracies in here or things that just don’t look right, but eh, oh well. I’m happy with how Zander and Wren’s pose came out, especially at this perspective, and the walls are looking like walls. So I’ll count this as a victory!
Oh, and this piece has a title. It’s called From The Rafters.
Below a cut, I’m gonna put the initial flatter color version of this just because i think it looked kinda nice and is a fun comparison to the final piece.