#tattoo whump

[stagelightwhump]

Escaped toon Whumpee, covered in delicate and intricate designs, from the tips of their ears to the pads of their feet, chemically burned into their fur by Whumper over the course of at least several months.

#whumpblr #whump community #whump #whump prompt #whump ideas #my whump #toon whump #toon whumpee #non consensual body modification #tattoo whump #chemical whump #escaped whumpee

[whump-madness-incarnate]

Most of us like branding for the pain and scarring (both mentally and physically) but you know one of my favorite tropes?

Tattoos.

I mean, just imagine a character with these gorgeous tattoos, and it turns out they were all done by whumper. Maybe as a reward for obeying, maybe as a punishment. Hell, maybe that's half of why they were held captive. Maybe whumper wanted someone to practice on.

Tattoo whump.

#tattoo whump #whump #whump scenario #whump prompt

[painsandconfusion]

Squick-worthy things to do with skin

(tw: idk how to tw for prompt lists besides just re-stating the list but there's a lot of skin ripping, twisting, burning, and subdermal things, so I wanted to mention it)

Sandpaper. Rub.

Peel it back a little bit at a time. See how big of pieces you can get.

Cheese grater. Get some longggg strips. Like noodles.

Rub ground glass into it.

Put out cigarettes in open cuts.

Shove a prong under it.

Toothpicks. Let the splinters catch on flesh as they shove under, parallel to the surface.

Burn it until it melts and warps and drips away.

Superglue it to other parts of the body, a wall, the floor, etc. It’ll tear off.

Inject salt water under it.

Stitch cuts shut after shoving things inside. Razors, broken glass, screws, etc.

Melt hot tar onto it and rip it away. See how much skin comes up with it.

Carve the face away from the skull. Tan the skin into a mask.

De-gloving.

Tattoo gun. Acid. Make the scar pretty.

Liquid nitrogen burns.

Add suspension piercings. (Hook slipping under the skin of the back and whumpee hanging by that alone)

Piers. Pinch tight and twist until that spot rips away.

Thread a sharp wire under the skin and send electricity through it. (this one courtesy of wormwriting)

Carving whumpee’s tattoos out to make them ‘perfect’ again.

Cut parallel stripes, filet them away from the flesh underneath (still attached on both sides), then crochet it into a pretty braid straight up like it’s an early 2000’s ripped tshirt.

Visuals:

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @happy-little-sadist @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wibbly-wobbly-whump @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @michaeltalks @pinkieglitterheart @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @astralrunic @cursedscribbles @shywhumpauthor @cyberneticwhump @bumpwhump @hold-back-on-the-comfort @veyroswin @whumping-seven-days-a-week @whumpingisfun)

As always, lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

#skin tearing #skin picking #skin ripping #fingore #hand whump #subdermal #subdermal implants #acid #burning #salt in wounds #torture #blood #tattoo whump #branding #squick #gore #skin melting #degloving #defacing

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

just saying I would never regret getting an AO3 tattoo

#ao3 #archive of our own #tattoos #tattoo #writing #writer #writers on ao3 #whump #angst #writeblr #fandom #blorbo #fandoms #writing tropes #tropes #whump tropes #writing prompts #whump prompts #prompts #trope #writing trope #whump trope #writing prompt #whump prompt #writing community #memes #writing memes

[whumpasaurus101]

“I wouldn’t, if i were you.”

Whumpee froze, eyes widening as they bit back a whimper. Their hand quickly shut the book of files they had been reading from Whumper’s desk. They didn’t dare move after that.

“But then again,” Whumper hums, striding up behind Whumpee and gently traced their knife along the other’s cheekbone;

“You never seem to listen, do you?”

#guys #i #got #a #tattoo #yippeeeee #second one lesgoo #im so sleepy now tjough DMMDDKKSKDD #OKAY HAVE WORDS AND NOW I CAN CROCHET AGAINNNN #whump #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #caught whumpee #caught red handed #lee wrote something :o

[soupforsoup]

It's autism acceptance month salute the flag motherfuckers

#the original autistic little boy #I wanted to put flames and and shit on this as well but my editing skills are nil #lads when I post my tattoo of adric's shattered star?? it's over #adric of alzarius #adric #I swear I'll work on my adric whump fic soon PLEASE #adric doctor who #autism #autism pride

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Cursed.

The Librarians S04E11 The Trial of the One.

#the librarians #jacob stone #christian kane #whump #poor guy really gets it in this episode #and i know that jake hates magical tattoos #but personally i think these look cool as hell #just a shame they're cursed! #always love a bit of jake whump! #ghostly'sgifs

[diespider]

“I do enjoy your fire, Pet.”

Go read Under the earth, I’ll remember you well by @burnticedlatte Y’all

#my art #fuck if I can draw all his tattoos. i draw that shit with my heart #under the earth I’ll remember you well #jackie #whump #whump art #bruising #burnticedlatte

[cats-and-reclaiming-my-life]

Also I think I made the sickest mysthosaur skull EVER thank you very much

#art wip #wip #my art #mythosaur #mythosaur skull #mandalorians #mandalore #this would make a sick tattoo #I might do more of these for clones #obiwhump #obi wan whump mini bang #obi wan kenobi #obi wan

[whump-queen]

《 scan the barcode at your own risk 》

fuckit it’s taglist time: @whumpshaped  @whumpsday @emmettnet @a-whump-sideblog  @whump-it-like-its-hot @wolfeyedwitch  @whumper-soot  @unorganisedalienrubbish  @kira-the-whump-enthusiast  @hidden-dreamland @whumpedydump @lonesome--hunter @ashh-ed @whump-in-the-closet @oriantthegiant @banditosong @anonymustyou @feralwhump @jieunie-23 @whumpasaurus101 @morning-star-whump @whmp @captain-bo-bob-bobby @the-beasts-have-arrived @spooky-scary-vampires @burningkittypoet @veyroswin @painsandconfusion @skittles-the-whumpee

#go on scan it #akias art #tired of overthinking this it’s time to #post hard just post it #whump art #my art #barcode tattoo #back on my having too much fun w colors #ehehe shinyy #no I don’t even wanna tell you how long I spent on this #I sketched and flatcolored this in MARCH and only just now getting it to a level my toxic brain considers postable #pls tell me I have unrealistic perfectionistic standards for myself and it’s hurting me #at least it means that I make so much stuff and then never post it :( #today we change that boys #JUST POST IT

[whump-card]

This Death That I Chose: Chapter 2

1613 words

CW: fear, panic, fever, bad caretaker, derogatory tattoo, pet whump

First, Masterlist, Next

~~~

Tao sat in Faye’s “waiting room,” a once-upon-a-time mudroom, long since cleared of the previous residents’ boots and jackets. He kept his arms crossed tightly to keep from fidgeting them, but that left his knee to bounce instead.

On either side of him sat Vic and Becca. Becca had understood quickly, of course. She had taken a single scan through the Conservatorium report before nodding up at him, her eyes dark and fierce. Vic took a little more explaining, but once Tao got over his squeamishness and uttered the phrase sexual slavery Vic had joined them in sitting solemnly, silently, waiting for Faye’s verdict.

When Faye finally did appear, stepping out into the waiting room with a grim expression, the three of them watched her with bated breath. She kept them on their toes a moment longer before she spoke, wiping her hands on a flowery dish towel.

“Whoever released him from the Conservatory was a fucking idiot,” she announced, “He needs to be on IV antibiotics for a couple more days. Back to pills after that. A couple weeks and he’ll be fine. I mean, his arm will still be broken, but… relatively speaking.”

“Thank you, Faye,” Becca said, “I don’t know what we would do without you.”

“Aw, shucks.” Faye’s tone was sarcastic, but the praise brought a slanting smile to her face.

“When can we talk to him?”

“He’s still pretty delirious, but that might actually make things easier if you want to try talking to him now.”

“That feels…” Becca shook her head, “Dishonest, I don’t know if I want to do that.”

“Screw honesty,” Tao stood, “I want to know what this guy’s deal is, and I don’t think he’ll tell us if he has a choice.”

“Tao…” Becca warned.

“You heard him in the interrogation room!” Tao argued, “He thinks his presence is putting us in danger. He isn’t going to tell us anything about himself, not willingly. What if he’s from nearby? What if he has family and friends that are still alive? What if they’re here?”

“The chances of that are so slim,” Becca pointed out.

“I’m with Tao,” Vic cut in, “We should use this.”

“Faye?” Becca looked to the doctor for her opinion.

Faye shrugged. “I’m a surgeon, not a shrink. As far as I know, talking to him won’t kill him, so,” she stepped aside and waved to the door behind her, “Have at it.”

~~~

Lark lay in a bedroom upstairs. Faye had removed his shoes, but nothing else, and covered his legs with a light blanket. To avoid overwhelming him, Becca and Vic agreed to wait outside the open door while Tao talked to Lark. He approached slowly, and Lark stirred at the sound of his footsteps. He opened glassy, feverish eyes and they rolled around the room before finding Tao sitting at his bedside. He stared at Tao, his expression blank.

“Hey,” said Tao softly, “What’s your name?”

“Lark,” the young man whispered.

“Okay,” Tao decided to test a theory, “What’s your real name?”

Lark inhaled and his mouth opened and closed, about to form some word – before he stopped and frowned a little.

“Lark,” he echoed.

Almost.

“Where are you from?” Tao took a different approach.

“The Capital.”

“Where did you live before that?”

Lark’s eyes drifted closed.

“No, no before.”

The Capital was only eight years old. ‘No before’ was impossible. Tao sighed. He had another idea. A cruel one.

“Lark,” he deepened his voice, and picked up just a hint of a southern accent. Imitating the voice came disturbingly easily, given how many propaganda videos he’d seen. “It’s me. The Commander.”

Lark’s eyes snapped open and locked onto Tao, and he sucked in a breath.

“Yessir, m’sorry sir,” he mumbled.

Tao’s heart twinged, but he continued.

“I need you to tell me where you lived before you came to the Capital, Lark.”

Lark’s breath came fast, and his good hand twitched where it lay on the covers.

“Poverty. Ruins. You saved me,” he whispered fervently.

“Tell me what your name was back then.”

“Didn’t have one.”

Tao frowned.

“What made me bring you to the Capital?”

“Your grace,” a weak, crazed smile crept onto Lark’s face, “Your gen… generosity, your kindness…”

Tao sat back. Propaganda. It was all propaganda. He needed to dig deeper. He stood up and leaned over Lark.

“We’re going to play a little game.’

Lark’s devoted smile quickly dissolved into a twist of fear, but Tao continued, convinced his idea would work.

“I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to answer as fast as possible, alright?”

Lark nodded hastily.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Tao took a moment to collect his thoughts. Then he began.

“What’s your name?”

“Lark.”

“Where do you live?”

“The Capital.”

Who do you serve?”

“You, Commander.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Y-yellow!”

“Faster! What’s your name?”

“Lark!”

“Where do you live?”

“The Capital!”

Who do you serve?”

“You, sir!”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Yellow!”

“What’s your mother's name?”

“Mari-” Lark’s breath hitched as he caught himself.

“Marie? Did you say Marie? Tell me!” Out of excitement, Tao unintentionally raised his voice and leaned in closer. Lark pressed back into the pillow and a heartbreaking mewl of terror escaped his lips as he clutched at his broken arm.

“Please don’t, I’m sorry, please!”

Tao jerked back, immediately awash with guilt. “Shit, I’m sorry-”

“Stop it!” Becca marched in. “You’re terrorizing him!” She grabbed Tao by the arm and pulled him away, taking his place.

“Lark?” she spoke gently, sinking down into the chair, “My name is Becca, you’re safe.”

Lark’s eyes stayed trained on Tao, bright with fear, his chest heaving with panicked breaths. Tao pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, feeling ill. He should have known it was a bad idea. It made sense in the moment, but if he had just stopped to think…

“That’s not the Commander, the Commander is far away from here. You’re with the resistance, we’re going to take care of you,” Becca soothed, “We’ll keep you safe.”

Her words only agitated Lark more. He shook his head.

“No, no, he knows where, he’ll come for me, I can’t stay-” Lark started to laboriously push himself upright with his good arm, as if to get out of bed. Becca pressed a hand to his shoulder.

“No, Lark, we’ll protect you, you need to rest now.”

Lark flopped back onto the pillow, but he didn’t stop struggling. He weakly thrashed his legs, kicking off the thin blanket.

“He’ll kill you all,” he sobbed, “He’ll kill you all!”

“Shh, shh, he can’t find us,” Becca tried to soothe him. Meanwhile, Tao was frowning at Lark’s legs. The boy’s kicking had caused the hems of his loose pants to ride up, exposing his calves. There were odd dark lines running up the sides of his legs. Tao reached out and caught a flailing ankle. Lark gasped and fell still and silent at the touch, his feverish stare finding Tao again.

“What are you doing?” Becca snapped.

“Just looking…” Tao frowned. The line wasn’t just a line, it was dense, half-inch-tall text that started just above Lark’s ankle and ran up the outside of his calf, on both legs.

I AM A GOOD PET. I DO WHAT MASTER SAYS. I NEVER TALK BACK. I LET MASTER FUCK -

Tao yanked the pant leg back down, covering the heinous words that followed, and fixed the other leg as well. When he looked up he saw Lark was flushed bright red and looking away; so he knew it was wrong, at least he wasn’t that conditioned.

Becca stood and moved to Tao’s side, concerned by his horrified face.

“What is it?”

Tao lifted the pant leg and turned Lark’s ankle to reveal just the first sentence. Becca’s hand flew to her mouth.

“Is that a tattoo?”

“Yeah,” Tao confirmed grimly.

“Shit!” Becca turned her back on Lark, hiding her face in her hands. “Bastard, bastard…” she mumbled.

“M’sorry,” Lark’s bright eyes were back on Tao, “Please, I’m sorry, please don’t break it.”

Tao dropped Lark’s ankle like a hot coal.

“No one’s… breaking anything,” he growled. He grabbed the blanket and threw it back over Lark’s body.

“Stay. Rest,” he ordered. Lark nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Becca shuddered and grabbed Tao’s arm, dragging him out of the room.

“That was a fucking disaster!” she exploded as soon as they were out of earshot, on their way down the stairs. “I can’t believe you two talked me into that!”

Tao and Vic, following behind, exchanged a glance.

“I’m really, really, sorry Becca,” Tao said earnestly, “I didn’t mean to scare him that bad, I just… I had a dumb idea and I ran with it.”

“‘Dumb’ is an understatement!” Becca whirled to face him in the once-living room, now-intake room. “That boy’s been through an unbelievable amount of trauma, and you used it against him!”

“He did find out the mother’s name,” Vic pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, ‘Marie,’ that’s super helpful,” Becca said sarcastically, “We can just look up all the Maries in the phonebook and call them, ask if they’re missing a son.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Tao was getting a little desperate. “It won’t happen again.”

“Fucking promise me Tao, right now,” Becca raised her voice, “That you won’t pull any shit like that, ever again!”

It was sinking in, just how badly he’d screwed up. Lark’s terrified face flashed through Tao’s mind, causing painful twinges of guilt in his stomach.

“It won’t,” he said, his voice low and deadly serious, “I promise.”

“Good,” Becca huffed, “Because if anyone fucks with him again, I’m bringing down hell.”

~~~

First, Masterlist, Next

Taglist: @angst-after-dark, @sunshiline-writes, @flowersarefreetherapy, @pigeonwhumps

#whump #whump fic #whump writing #this death that i chose #pet whump #bad caretaker #cw fear #cw panic #cw fever #cw derogatory tattoo

[painsandconfusion]

Making Whumpee Unrecognizable

For all those whumpers on the run from caretakers and the law...

Tanning bed.

Eye color change (tattoo or oxygen exposure).

Remove one unimportant toe on each foot so they walk a little different

Hair cut and dyed. Or even destroyed follicles so it never grows again.

Burn off their fingertips so they touch things differently and leave no prints.

Break their nose.

Starvation.

Piercings and tattoos.

Break their leg. Badly. Enough that they walk a little different for the rest of their life.

Break their jaw - both sides. Let it heal outward, squaring the face.

In extreme cases, just burn their face. A lot. Let it melt into something completely different.

Tattoo lip liner or eye liner on in a subtle color to react the illusion of a different shape - permanently.

(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @happy-little-sadist @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wibbly-wobbly-whump @batfacedliar-yetagain @suspicious-whumping-egg @wormwriting @meowsikbox @villainsvictim @throwawaywhumper @wild-selenite-caffine @whumpasaurus101 @thecitythatdoesntsleep @whumpworld @michaeltalks @pinkieglitterheart @whumpberry-cookie @rainbows-and-whumperflies @astralrunic @cursedscribbles @shywhumpauthor @cyberneticwhump @bumpwhump @hold-back-on-the-comfort @veyroswin @whumping-seven-days-a-week @whumpingisfun @suffering-and-misery @definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear)

As always, lmk if you want to be added or removed from any tag lists!

#scarring #maiming #starvation #noncon tattoos #broken bones #amputation #hand whump #burns #noncon haircut #loss of autonomy #lmk if i need to add moreeeee #whump tropes #whump prompts #prompt list

[obsessedwithegos]

can we see Tael actually tattooing Emil? perhaps with a silver needle? :3

CW for nonhuman whump (demon carewhumper, vampire whumpee), brief pet whump, noncon body modification (tattoos), silver restraints

Emil had known something up on the ride back home from the tattoo convention, Tael had an unusual brightness to his eyes and the entire ride back he was designing on his tablet. It made him uneasy but he remained silent so as to not ruin the demon’s seemingly good mood.

Tael was generous, tipping the driver 60%, giving Emil a blanket for the night, even telling the vampire to be ready for tomorrow as he was feeling inspired.

Tael being inspired was never good. At least Emil was able to try to prepare himself for tomorrow.

The night came and went and it didn’t take long for Tael to come get Emil from the basement, a smile wide on his face. “Alright Emil, we’re going to do two different sessions today!” he says as he also gets some equipment, including normal 37 magnum needles and silver liner needles. 

Emil looks confused at the needle options “What do you have planned for today?” He nervously asks

The demon spins around to look at him and walks over to him “Hear me out!” He grabs the vampire’s arm and pulls his robe sleeve up to reveal his already tattoo covered arm before running his fingers along it “Full black out sleeve, these tattoos are already fading and patchy because of your healing so I won’t be wasting any of my hard work.” 

He looks back at Emil’s face “After that heals, tattooing over it with white ink. I’m thinking florals, snapdragons!” He drops his arm and motions for him to follow him up the stairs, which he does without complaint but his hesitation is clear. 

“Snapdragons? I thought you weren’t a fan of doing flowers?” 

“I don’t most of the time. At the convention I shared a booth with an artist who specialized in flowers and they gave me an idea. When snapdragons wilt their flowers look like skulls.” He leads Emil to the tattooing area and starts to prepare his station. “I’ll show you what I came up with when I’m done setting up.” 

He must still be in a good mood, Emil usually had to wait until after the tattoo was done to find out what it was. 

~~~~

Emil sat in the protected chair as Tael messed around on his tablet to pull up the art. He turns it around to show him with an excited smile. 

The art was on a black background and the linework was white, it showed three stages of the snapdragon’s life. The plant as a sprout, it as a flower, and then the flower wilted. Most of the wilted parts looked normal, not exactly skulls but skull like, and some of them had been switched out for actual skulls.

“Pretty cool, right? Puts me out of my comfort zone, I get to try something new, but there’s still something I’m familiar with!”

Emil didn’t look up from the art “It’s.. nice,” definitely not something he would pick if he had the choice “but why the silver needle? Won’t the burns healing effect the white?” It was a thinly veiled excuse of trying to convince the demon to not use the silver.

To his dismay, Tael shakes his head “Emil, you’ve never noticed? Whenever I use a silver needle to do a light color, after your burns heal, they have a metallic sheen to them! It can’t be replicated with a normal needle and inks! I’m willing to sacrifice crisp lines for that effect.”

Emil bites his lip and simply nods, unfortunately for him Tael planned to keep the shop closed for a few extra days meaning the only thing that is going to prevent him from working on him is healing times.

~~~~

The process of blacking out the arm was rough but Emil managed to handle it without  much movement. There was definitely crying by hour 2 but he managed to keep still.

Tael was too focused on making sure he covered every part of the skin he could with enough ink to even consider trying to comfort him. 

By the end of it Tael’s own hand was cramping but he was happy with the black out job. He looks up, now seeing that Emil had been crying, he puts the tattoo machine down and takes his gloves off before cupping the vampire’s face with his hands. “Hey hey hey, that part’s over now. I’ll give you some time to rest, I’ll get you some food, I’ll even open your cage for you! Does that sound good?” he asks with a small smile, using his thumbs to try to wipe some of the tears away. 

Emil nodded, not speaking due to worry that if he tried his crying would get worse. 

Tael’s smile grows “Good!” He takes his hands off of Emil’s face to stand up and to help him up as well. He leads him down to the basement, just as said, he goes to the cage in the corner of the room and unlocks it and leaves the door open. “I’m going to let you have free reign, promise to behave?” He asks, looking back to him

Another nod, this time with a sniffle. “Promise.” Emil managed to make himself say. His throat felt tight and his arm was throbbing with pain, but he’d be damned if he was going to do something that would ruin this good mood of Tael’s. 

The demon lets out a pleased hum “Good! I’ll be back in a few to bring you some food, get some rest.” He gives him a pat on the head before heading back out of the basement to go see if he still had any blood packs of human blood. After all, he figured the vampire had earned the treat. 

~~~

Emil was able to keep track of the time passing by due to Tael coming down every hour to check on his arm. The first two times the demon had brought him additional packs of human blood, an offer he certainly wasn’t going to turn down. 

By hour 4 Tael was getting impatient but seemed hopeful on the healing progress. It didn’t hurt as much as he grabbed Emil’s arm and twisted it to look it over, however the inner elbow was still incredibly sore. 

After 5 hours the demon had deemed it good enough to start with the actual lines now. 

Emil nervously watched as Tael set up his station with new cling film and making sure everything was sterile. “Sir? Are you sure you don’t want to wait until tomorrow?” he asks as he looks between his arm and the silver needle “I’m still pretty sore and I’d hate to accidentally mess up your work because I can’t sit still again!” It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t a full truth. 

Tael gives the vampire a smile “Emil, I don’t think I could wait for tomorrow even if I wanted to! I’d be too excited to sleep and you know how I get when I try to work while tired.”

Emil hesitates at the reminder, how he doesn’t hesitate to resort to silver restraints or manhandling him, how he puts too much weight on the machine causing the needles and ink to go deeper than they should, how he counts every small thing the vampire does wrong so he can be punished for it later. 

He swallows a lump in his throat “Y- you’re right, I apologize for even suggesting the idea.” 

Tael hums as he pours the white ink into an ink cap “You’re forgiven. Now, please sit down in the chair for me and keep your sleeve up.”

Emil did as he was told, he rolled his sleeve up and got into the chair, putting his arm on the provided rest with his palm facing up. 

The demon smiles as he grabs the stencil “I didn’t even have to tell you to do that, are you positive you didn’t get mind reading with your vampirism?”  He jokes as he carefully applies the stencil, so the sprouts began at the wrist and the fully bloomed flowers mixed with skulls end at just below the shoulder.

Emil gave a nervous laugh “I’m positive. I just know how you like things.” 

Tael carefully peels off the stencil paper to make sure it properly transferred “You’re always so good for that. Remembering preferences and what you’re told, even if sometimes you need a little refresher.” he praised before getting up to go get a light so he could see the purple stencil easier.

The vampire watched him move, remaining silent as he tried to prepare himself for what was about to come. He tried to just focus on Tael to prevent himself from looking back at the silver needles that were attached to the machine.

The few moments it took Tael to set up the light and return to his chair felt closer to half an hour for Emil. 

The buzz of the tattoo machine snapped him back to reality as the demon beside him smiles “Let's get started!”

The pain at first was bearable, nothing more than feeling like repeating cat scratches as the needles dug into his skin. By time Tael had finished the first sprout, the silver started to burn at Emil’s skin. 

Tael didn’t notice as Emil balled his free hand into a fist and looked away for any distraction away from being tattooed and burned simultaneously, instead he was focused on making sure the thin lines were just right.

It was easy for him to just get lost in the long smooth curved lines, the vibration of the tattoo machine and needing to use his other hand to stretch the skin or to wipe it down with a paper towel were the main things that kept him grounded. 

By now he was used to the smell of burning flesh as the silver burnt Emil further and the wipe of the paper towel aggravated the fresh wounds even further. The vampire’s failed attempts of holding back whimpers and whines of pain paired with the buzz of the machine were like music to his ears.  The small twitches in his arm were lost among this symphony to Tael’s senses.

As he worked further up Emil’s forearm, the whimpers and whines turned into muffled crying as the pain grew worse for the vampire. He moves the machine to draw a petal of one of the flowers, dipping into the inner elbow.

Emil had tried to be good, he had tried to be as quiet as he could and not move so as to not disrupt or anger Tael. He had even resorted to biting on his own free hand to muffle any sobs that escaped his throat. But as the needles dipped into his inner elbow, pain shot up through his arm, causing him to loudly yelp and yank his arm away. Which causes Tael to make a long, unplanned, unworkable, white line.

With the exception of the tattoo machine’s buzzing, the shop grew silent. Tension laid heavy in the air. 

Upon realizing what he had just done, Emil was the first to speak “Tael, maybe we should just leave the rest for tomorrow!” Internally he prayed the demon somehow didn’t notice the accidental line. “You’ve already worked for so long today and I would hate if you pushed yourself too far!” he attempted to reason, to bargain. “We can start bright and early tomo-”

Emil was cut off as Tael stood up, turning the machine off and placing it down. 

The demon walked away, going to a side room without saying a word. 

Emil fully sat up as the other left “Is.. Is that a yes?” He called out, fear lacing his voice. 

No response other than the sound of things being moved around. 

Tael soon returned, carrying a small box. A box Emil knew all too well, as it held the silver cuffs that sometimes had to be used to restrain him. 

The vampire’s eyes widened as he started to shift as if trying to get out of the chair he was currently in as the demon stepped closer, shifting the box into one arm “Tael? Let’s think about this! It was a honest mista-”

His pleas get cut off by Tael grabbing him by the throat and shoving him back down into the chair. “Emil. Remember how I said sometimes your memory needs a little refresher?”

A barely audible ‘mhm’

Tael only lets go of him to reach down into the box and pull out the silver restraint for the vampire’s neck. “It seems you need a refresher on just how much I hate my work being interrupted. Let alone Ruined.” he wasted no time clamping the restraint around Emil’s neck and to the chair, an audible click rang out as it locked shut.

He forced the vampire’s arms down, restraining one to the side of the chair and the other to the arm rest so he could continue working on it. Ignoring the audible sizzle from his neck and now wrists.

He drops the box with the remaining restraints before returning back to his stool to sit back down. “If you move too much I’ll put the rest on you.” He threatened.  The demon switches the machine back on “I don’t care how much you cry or beg, I am finishing this today.” He adjusts himself so he can continue working, but before he places the needle back down on Emil’s skin, he glares up at him. “If I don’t like how it comes out, I will keep doing it as many times as I need to until it turns out right.”

#owe answers #my writing #whump writing #whump #whump tag #emil tag #tael tag #tael writing tag #emil writing tag #emmettnet #nonhuman whump #vampire whumpee #demon whumper #tattoo whump #noncon body modification #restraint #ask to tag #i had to make myself stop writing there or it would've been even longer sjhgsdjfk #spoiler alert: the rest of the tattoo gets all fucked bc Emil can't stop moving and crying and it has to get redone :) #prompted writing tag #owe writing

[whumperfully]

Fun Little Ways to Remind Whumpee of Who They Belong to!

The good ol' branding! Never fails! Extra fun if you have to remove the previous whumper's brand first!

The Artistic Whumper™'s Tattooing! Is it somewhere easily visible or is it somewhere slightly hidden? Did whumper have to remove whumpee's previous tattoos?

Collars! Yes!! Can never get enough! Do they have bells in them so that whumpee can't sneak around? Of course we have the excellent shock collars! Do they have a tracking chip that whumper may or may not let whumpee know about? Is it so tight that it reminds whumpee of its existence with their every breath? Or is it loosely hung around their neck as a casual reminder?

Changing whumpee's name? How quickly does whumpee accept it? What does whumper have to do to make them accept it? By the end of their conditioning, does whumpee remember their original name or not? Does whumper give whumpee their surname? Do they get a human name Or do they simply get a set of numbers and/or letters?

Changing whumpee's appearance? Whumpee with dyed hair watching their hair grow so much in captivity that the dye is only on the ends now? Or does whumper dye their hair a different colour? Or does whumper simply cut most of it off? Alternatively, whumper having short haired whumpee grow long hair because they love pulling it around? Defiant short haired whumpee cutting their hair off to rebel? And that's just hair! Clothing? Whumpee who loves fashion being forced to wear bland clothes or clothes they don't like? Whumpee who loves simplicity being forced to be decorated by whumper or forced to decorate themself according to whumper's standards? So! Much! More!

Feel free to add more!

#whump prompts #cw mention of branding #cw mention of noncon tattooing #cw mention of noncon tattoo removal #cw mention of collars #cw mention of dehumanization #cw mention of electrocution #cw mention of manipulative whumper #notreblog

[verkja]

Figuwhump Day 7

[ID: A pencil drawing. A shirtless woman with braided hair and freckles is tied by her wrists to two poles, one on each side of her an arm's length away. Her head hangs down, and she grips the poles to take strain off her wrists. Indistinct tattoos decorate her right arm. She's standing in water up to her knees. End ID.]

I don't have all that many characters, so there will be a lot of repeats! None of my existing characters have been in this particular situation, I think, so I just picked Catha; she's the most buff of them, and this is a fun position for drawing muscles.

@figuwhump

#i haven't 100% decided what her tattoos look like and i'm awful at abstract interweaving designs so #we get 'indistinct tattoos' :') #they definitely involve stylised dogs though #figuwhump23 #figuwhump #figuwhump23day7 #id #oc stuff #cw:captivity #whump art #lady whump

[weirdstrangeandawful]

I have decided I do actually want to share the tattoo I got! I was worried about it being identifiable but, honestly, it's covered by clothes most of the time and I've already posted photos of my crutches which are pretty damn identifiable lol so here you go!

The base of the feather needs touching up a little since it blew out over some keloid scarring I have there but overall I'm really happy with how it came out. I'm also not too disappointed that the base probably needs darkening to hide the blowout. I think it will match the rest of the feather.

Also if anyone else with hEDS, fibro, or POTS or who is keloid-prone wants to ask me about how it healed/is healing or how the experience was, I'm happy to talk about it!!! I know I was super worried about how things like that would affect it.

#I've relapsed since but this was to celebrate one year clean! #I'm still proud of myself #not whump #tattoo #healed tattoo #recovery goals