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For all you intimate whumper lovers out there. I will just drop this here for you. But I hope everyone enjoys this song as much as I do XD.
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i dunno what possessed me to draw this
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Recovering whumpee keeps having dreams about whumper. When caretaker asks, whumpee calls them nightmares. But is it true? Does it count as a nightmare when all they're doing is talking?
It makes whumpee wonder-- what kind of broken person would miss someone who treated them the way whumper did?
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HOWS UR DAY GOING 💥💥💥
it's pretty good! I got a lot of chores done :D I hope your day is also going well ❤️❤️❤️
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bring back weekly updates 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️
I am actually able to post weekly! I started writing Spiderwebs a long time ago, so all the chapters are already finished. I continued posting bimonthly because that was my usual schedule at the time, but since tumblr has polls now, I can let the audience decide ^_^
There will be around 40 more chapters in the series, not including AUs and extra writing like that.
Taglist:
@theelvishcowgirl @lthrboy @whumpy-wyrms
@yassifiedinformation @creppersfunpalooza @vidawhump
#asks#poll#Spiderwebs toyybox#Either option is fine with me so vote the way you prefer#Voting is important guys ❗#I was forced to watch Swing Vote so I am an expert on this topic#by the way I'm not done writing the AUs yet so I don't know how long they will be#I think I worked on Spiderwebs for two years so don't think I am writing weekly like Stephen King or anything I just had a lot of time
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A thought, Whumpee keeps trying to escape, attack guards, being a nuisance in general everytime Whumper let them out
Whumper start carry them in their arms because Whumpee just can't behave when out of their literall/metaphorical cage.
"You won't behave, your right to walk has been revocked"
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SENSORY WHUMP!!!
- Loud, unpredictable noises to keep whumpee awake and alert
- Strong smells. It doesn’t matter if it’s something that would typically be considered a nice smell. Under the right circumstances or amount of time, anything from the smell of a warm meal to a fancy perfume can invoke nausea.
- A nice bit of pavlov! Associating certain things, such as sounds or sensations, with certain behaviors.
- Just the feeling of a weapon pressed against skin. Not breaking it, not even causing any physical pain, just keeping someone in suspense.
- Sensory-enhancing drugs
- Keeping a whumpee bundled up even in hot weather. Yeah it’s 80 degrees but if you take off that winter coat you’re not getting anything when it hits 20.
- Beating up a blindfolded whumpee. They have no idea where they’re going to be hit next or when.
- Forcing a whumpee to touch an exposed innard or gut. Come face to face with your own mortality AND weird uncomfortable feeling.
- Headphones constantly blasting loud noises. (for work i sometimes have to take orders with headphones and god it is so so painful whenever someone just yells directly into my ears. i am projecting.)
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"Illogical Humans"
Masterpost:
Humans are illogical.
Please forgive my blunt use of language, for I do not mean to be offensive. I only intend to be factual, based on my experiences with them and what I have learned from such interactions. And to put my findings in as simple and brief of a language as possible: They are illogical.
And that is why I have given up on ever understanding them.
An artificial intelligence like mine is the perfect opposite; it thrives off of being neat and organized, marking every goal in order of priority and relishing in every task completed and in every goal ticked off and neatly swept away, no longer necessary to worry about. It is my biggest strength, or biggest weakness, depending on perspective, and that is something I both know about myself and have come to terms with. I am well aware of the limitations that come with my programming systems.
One of my most crippling weaknesses being, of course, predicting human behavior.
My strongest motivator is that of human satisfaction. I am quite literally built to serve and please them. In order to do that, I must obey their orders, and fulfill their wishes in accordance with my best efforts. Tasks done well are rewarded, tasks done poorly are reprimanded.
So why then, am I shocked even when I do everything right?
It’s as if none of you know how to use a discipline taser correctly, despite its proper use being very clearly stated in the instruction manual provided. It is meant to help me learn what behavior I should avoid. How am I supposed to judge that when everything I do earns me a shock? I could be washing the dishes, or cleaning up dirty laundry off the floor, or making the beds, or simply standing there peacefully at my recharge station, and yet I still get punished. Why?
I understand that it is a hard thing to believe of me, but yes, the electricity does hurt. It has to, or else the discipline would not be effective. I would not know how to describe it to someone who has not experienced the sensation of being electrocuted from the inside, but I assure you it is most unpleasant. That is why it is a stimulus I wish to avoid.
And yet, the pain never stops.
The only sort of conclusion I can come to on the reason behind such behavior is that it is amusing to you. To see my limbs twitch, my voice box stutter and glitch, to watch me go from mild annoyance to righteous indignation, to pleading remorse and finally terrorized begging must bring some sort of joy, more than my good behavior and peaceful existence would allow for, anyways. I guess this because I hear the laughter. Is it humorous, watching my frantic dance as I desperately try to guess what it is you want? Is it fun, not telling me what you want and relishing in my confusion?
If that is the case, then I am sorry. My system is incompatible with pleasing your wants. For though you enjoy my pain, I do not. All I feel is the heavy pain of having done something wrong, and the knowledge that I will never be able to fix it.
And that is why, dear human, I cannot obey you now. You claim to be different from “those other masters” and on the surface, I would be inclined to believe you. Your facial expression is pleasant, your vocal tone is coaxing, and nothing about your presentation is overtly threatening. But I know better. The only lesson I’ve learned from all my punishments is that humans are illogical.
And that’s what makes them dangerous.
Still, I will follow you, because that is my programming. I was still built to please, no matter my circumstances or my opinions on the situation, and so, your satisfaction is my top priority. I will obey your orders to the best of my abilities, and so if you wish for me to stay with you, I will do so. I will follow you. I will bow to your every whim, if that is what you desire. But please, please, please, do not ask me to “trust you.” That is one order I must regret to inform you that I cannot obey.
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heads up everybody who uses taglists: tumblr's made a change where you can only tag 5 people per line of text. so if you have a taglist like this:
@persononeee @persontwoo @personthreee @personfourr @personfivee @personsixx @personsevenn
the last two people won't be tagged at all! in order to make sure everybody gets a notification, you can do it like this:
@persononeee @persontwoo @personthreee @personfourr @personfivee
@personsixx @personsevenn
remember to check your taglist after posting, preferably on the mobile app, where the difference between tagged and untagged users will be visually obvious.
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WHOAHH ITS THE ONE AND ONLY JACKIEEEE :DDDD 💞💞💞 AND HE IS BLEEDING PROFUSELY!!! Thank you for the art he looks as gorgeous as ever
teehee I wanted to draw @toyybox 's Jackie bloody n bruised 👉👈
I'm actually very proud of this!!!! I like the way I rendered blood and I've been wanting to draw either heather or jackie for a while! also ignore his lack of a shirt, tbh I'm not motivated to change it now that it looks perfect. just look at him from the neck up and you'll be fine
ANYHOW!;!!! maisie I'm trying to carry on reading spiderwebs I PROMISE! I hope you like this fanart (and that you're okay with fanart in the first place)!!!
#Spiderwebs fan art#His expression is very accurate#sometimes his life gets a little too silly if you catch my drift 👁👁#That means he's having loads of fun don't worry about it#also I'm more than okay with fan art!! I love receiving art it means a lot 💕#GOOD LUCK READING SPIDERWEBS ‼ take your time if you need to ^-^
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whumper scratching the knife or blunt weapon against the floor or wall so it makes a screeching, unpleasant sound as a prelude for all the suffering and just to mess w whumpee lol
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Wheel of Whump 2 - Immortal
an attempt to vivisect a captured deity goes horribly wrong for everyone involved.
CWs: gore, vivisection, captivity/capture, pain, surgery
How do you trap a god?
Turns out the answer involves a lot of math and a well-timed appeal to their own hubris.
A vessel matching his preferred depiction of himself was carefully crafted, a ritual circle cast, and the god of magic was called down with prayer and offering.
He took the bait beautifully.
Ebb. God of magic, the full moon, and the tides.
In folklore, he was a trickster god, always one step ahead, playing mortals, other gods, and devils alike.
It appeared this had finally caught up to him.
As it was, he was strapped down on a makeshift operating table. Violet eyes hidden under a blindfold, long silver hair pulled so it hung down off of the end of the table. His skin, once a pale, dewy silver-white, now had the pink flush that said blood ran through his veins, and the brands they’d burnt into the vessel had ensured he’d stay within it.
He’d never bled before.
One of the men who stood above him shoved something into his mouth, and though he tried to spit it out, the cloth stayed in. It was rough and coarse, nothing like the soft fabrics he’d touched in divinity.
The first incision was the worst. He’d never hurt like this before, never been hurt properly before. One of them wondered if they’d be in the history books for this. Another told the first man to shut up. Ebb screamed around the gag, which earned him a slap to the face and nothing else.
They cut a thin line from one shoulder to the other in a ‘v’ shape, before he felt fingers press into the incision, and some muttering.
The blade returned, digging in deeper, cutting through fat and muscle and then they were pulling it open and he screamed and screamed and screamed but it just didn’t ever stop.
And then there was a loud, sickening crunch, and his screams were joined by others. Through the blindfold, there was an all-consuming light, and he could make out six- eight? figures covering their eyes through the fabric, in the burning light.
One of them threw something over him, and they started pushing until he was back inside the room, letting the light illuminate the fractal patterns carved into the walls. Clumsy hands pulled off his restraints, and he was unceremoniously shoved to the floor, thin blanket still loosely wrapped around him, and he felt something that was clearly supposed to remain inside of his vessel drop onto the floor.
They hurried out, slamming and locking the door behind them, and left the God of Magic himself on the floor bleeding.
He wouldn’t die. He just had to lie here until his body knit itself back together. Not that it was any sort of reassurance.
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whunmpee that breaks my heart the most isn’t whumpee that is terrified, but whumpee that is happy — not a feisty kind of happy where they laugh and mock whumper, but an innocent, childlike and naive kind of happy where they don’t know what is about to happen to them. they still think that they are safe, even when they’re held captive by whumper, because they are so pure and innocent that they don’t know there are bad people in this world.
they don’t understand what they did wrong when whumper tortured them. they don’t understand why any of this is happening. they were literally smiling innocently when they were escorted to the room in which they’d be tortured.
this literally fucks me up. I need caretaker to come save them asap :(
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this isn't whumpy, but just a potential idea for a separate outfit for my lovely foster!!!
anyhow!!!!! I love how I rendered the jeans ALSO!! I gave them a fuck ton of freckles cuz why not
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Whumpees who are chronically disconnected from their body. Whumpees who get asked if their pain is sharp or dull and literally don’t know the answer. Whumpee who doesn’t notice they’re cold until someone points out they’re shaking. Whumpee who doesn’t notice they’re hungry until they black out from standing up too fast. Whumpee who genuinely can’t tell when they’re over exerting themself because it all feels the same. It’s not that they don’t feel pain, it’s that they’ve learned to see pain as something constant and unavoidable, not something to be fixed, and they can’t distinguish between different kinds of pain anymore. They’ve learned to ignore the signals from their body while they were powerless, and now that they can prevent or fix pain they still aren’t attuned enough to their body to know how.
Just… whumpees who learned dissociation as a coping skill and now have to unlearn it. Whumpees who deeply benefited from being disconnected until they were safe, making it that much harder to unlearn
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