#angel whump

[demondamage]

"I told you to watch that filthy tongue of yours. You're lucky I'm leaving it attached after what you said to me."

Ok imma actually do art tag on this one v-v

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#whump #demondamageart #whump art #haziel #angel whumper #Angel whumpee #angel whump #tongue #tongue whump #mouth whump

[whump-thoughts]

Ya know. There should be more all powerful whumpees.

Like, Angel's being forcefully tied down to the mortal world for whatever reason. To either torture or vivisect.

An eldritch deity being trapped inside a human vessel. Them being so vast and nearly infinite being filtered down and changed by a vessel that's actively rejecting them. Possibly by their own cultists.

man just. Really powerful whumpee's being brought down and being in constant pain. I dunno, tho I do know that human caretaker would taste divine with either of the above ideas

#martin's stash #whump #nun human whump #angel whump #eldritch horror whump #eldritch god whump #deity whump #ask me for more stuff like this and i will be down to give it

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

More fantasy whump lol

Human finds tiny, bloody footprints on their bathroom counter, that lead to a fae, curled up behind a tissue box, using kleenex for bandages

Human finds a mermaid unconscious in the water and rehabilitates them in their swimming pool or bathtub; bonus points if it’s actually a kelpie and shapeshifts so it can hunt Human for sport

Whumper forcibly giving Gorgon Whumpee a “haircut” (AKA: decapitating all their little snakes)

Angel painfully sewing, or making wings grow on Human Whumpee so they can “ascend” to godhood

Shapeshifter who isn’t a fluid being; but instead grows and loses body parts (through necrosis) every time they change form

Vampire gets violently attacked by a chupacabra for trying to feed on their goat herd of choice

#whump #fantasy whump #vampire whump #angel whump #fae whump #writing prompts #mermaid whump

[species-whump-weekly]

Angel Week

Creatures from Judaic religion, also used in Islamic and Christian belief systems. Originally the messengers of God with no freewill of their own, but later changed by Christians to be capable of independent thought and even falling from grace due to sin and rebellion.

Sunday: Sin - Holy Messanger and Unholy Recipient - "What's a birdie like you doing down here? Are you lost?"

Monday: Blinding Light - Botched Blessing - "I come in the name of God. Please don't resist. It'll only be worse for you."

Tuesday: Wing Clipping - Demonic Posession - "Do not be afraid."

Wednesday: Divine Punishment - Stranded - "Please forgive me. Something as beautiful as you can't possibly be this cruel.

Thursday: Hellfire - Eternal Separation - "Do angels bleed? I bet it looks real pretty like."

Friday: Feather Plucking - Abandoned by God - "Let us rejoice in the name of our Lord. For he is eternal and we will serve Him until the stars go out."

Saturday: Eye Gouging - Stripped of Freewill - "It was a mistake. That's all. Please don't hurt me."

Have fun ♡♡♡

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[rabbitdrabbles]

[ CW // some blood ]

stomp!

touched up an old WIP from feb 2023 of these two. still not pleased with the final result but it’ll have to do

(in case you didn’t know, secretary birds kill venomous snakes by repeatedly stomping on their heads :)

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[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 8 - "Why won't it stop?" ♡

@febuwhump

Content: ritual torture, angel whumpee, praying, begging, bondage, cults, knife, blood, poison

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The stone altar was cold under Solstice’s bare back. Chains held their body prone and chafed away at their already worn wrists and ankles. They couldn’t see the ring of cloaked figures watching from the shadows but they could feel their presence like a chill on the back of their collared neck.

The ritual master stepped into the candlelight slowly, reverently, his knife held out in front of him. Solstice tuned out the chanting that rose from the shadows, knowing from experience that allowing those eldritch words to pierce their mind would only make the pain worse.

“Mother,” Solstice whispered. “Please. Save me.”

The knife’s tip reopened old wounds, carving out the same sigils as always.

“Save me,” they repeated, this time in the language of celestials. “Please, Berronar. My divine mother. I have been nothing but faithful.”

Praying didn’t carry the same weight anymore. Not after the cult took their wings away. But they had to try.

Solstice screamed as the ritual master dripped a hot black oil into their wounds, lighting a fire in their veins. The chanting grew louder until it filled their ears and they could feel their celestial essence being ripped away.

It wasn’t until the ritual had ended and the cultists had left them alone on the altar that Solstice could use their cracked voice to pray again.

“Please,” they whispered between exhausted sobs. “I don’t understand. You made me. My parents told me I was a gift from you. Why are you letting this happen? Why doesn’t it stop?”

There was no answer. There was never any answer.

“Just… just a sign. A sign that you’re listening. That you care. That’s all I ask for. Please.”

Nothing.

“Please!”

Their voice echoed back in the empty chamber as they melted into a fit of devastated crying.

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Solstice (angel whump) taglist: @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @hauntedroseart @sapphicccici

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[this-violence-of-mine]

Imagine how difficult it'd be for a winged whumpee to fly with their hands tied behind their back.

With wings between the arms the delicate feathers and bones could be injured from the constant compression, not to mention the strain flight would put on them. Arms between the wings would be a different matter, it could be easier to handle, but let's be real, what whumper would willingly make it easy on their wumpee?

Either way, I don't think they'd get very far.

#hi yeah im back to whumpposting #at least for a bit lmao #give me a bit to get back into my groove im a bit rusty #ask to tag #whump #whump prompt #winged whumpee #angel whump #demon whump #if your demons have feathery wings #writing prompt #angst prompt

[whump-or-whatever]

uhhh got any prompts for an angel whumpee? maybe with a human whumper and/or demon caretaker? (sorry if this isn't specific enough i don't usually request prompts 😭)

Your wish is my command, I shall try my best 🧐 (I’m playing with different potential powers/weaknesses/celestial rules/etc.)

I feel like wing whump is a given (restrain them, injure them, pluck them, etc.)

Angel whumpee whose wings are so sensitive that mere touch can be painful

Angel whumpee crashes while flying

Angel whumpee overexerting their magical powers (MY BELOVED)

Angel whumpee who takes over a human host but the human body can’t sustain them and it starts deteriorating

Maybe a human whumper purposefully traps the Angel whumpee in their human host cause they know it won’t last long

Angel whumpee being tortured while in a human host but the Angel has never experienced pain before so it’s SO much worse

Alternatively, Angel whumpee who has a crazy high pain tolerance to the point that human whumper just tires themself out

Angel whumpee stranded on Earth alone, without their powers, utterly helpless

Demon caretaker wants to help Angel whumpee but whenever they touch each other their skin burns

Demon caretaker trying to help with their eyes closed because seeing the Angel whumpee’s wings is blinding to them

Angel whumpee falling from grace and having demon caretaker show them the ropes in hell

Angel whumpee being really reluctant to accept help from demon caretaker

Alternatively, demon caretaker being really reluctant to help Angel whumpee

What about an Angel whumpee who’s just, like… really bad at angeling? I’m not gonna elaborate on that lol

Angel whumpee who did something wrong is being punished in heaven and demon caretaker risks everything to go up there and save them

Demon whumper turned caretaker?

Human whumper doesn’t realize that whumpee is an Angel at first and when they find out they’re terrified, tripping over themself to apologize

Angel whumpee breaking free and blinding human whumper with their true form

Angel whumpee getting passed around between multiple whumpers because they heal instantly and therefore are endless fun

Demon caretaker going after human whumper for what they did to Angel whumpee

Angel whumpee actually just convincing human whumper that what they’re doing is wrong and they should stop

Demon caretaker who is usually super down for violence and torture and stuff, just not where Angel whumpee is involved

Feel free to add any others y’all can think of!

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[befuddled-calico-whump]

all choked up

(had to draw @demondamage 's Haziel at some point, I love him so much)

#hehehe #need to see more of him #(both whumping and getting whumped) #all the dynamics are so hhhhhh #demondamage #others' ocs #necrotrophic soul fanart #whump art #choking #angel whump

[demondamage]

"What did this to you?"

It was the closest thing to kindness Haziel had heard from his master, even if Kotarou was hardly being gentle as he ripped the rough wooden stakes from Haziel's wings. The young angel had been in and out of death, barely able to stay alive for more than a few moments between the lingering chest trauma and blood loss.

"She- she did- she-" Haziel stammered, gasping for air through his punctured lungs. The world had begun to slip again, blood loss claiming him into a familiar numbness.

"Who. Haziel stay with me." A rough slap to the face did little to keep him conscious as Kotarou spoke. The world was going black, fading away from him.

He only barely caught the last words, a rough female voice thick with grit and hate. Her voice.

"I did. You took my servant from me. And I wanted to return the favor."

Guess eho can not write still :o)

For @coyotehusk 's goretober! Impaled. Haziel having a SITUATION.

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[starboy-whump]

I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount

...I am a normal person who likes whump and hurt/comfort a normal amount, buying tea-grade rosepetals to make rose tea & rosewater bc exactly ONE line in a Fall Out Boy song from over a decade ago convinced me that rosewater is an intoxicant and/or sedative for angels, in the sense that it could b useful in field medicine, and the entire idea of rosewater gives me whumperflies now

but im rly rly normal i swear

#when ur caught in the middle of a war between Heaven and Hell but ur also broke asf lmao #tea is $4.50 and doesnt require a Deeply Metaphorical Quest to obtain so lets do tea #whump #hurt/comfort #angel whump #angel whumpee #caretaking #whump prompt #field medicine #improvised medicine #modern fantasy #why am i the way that i am #magical whump #magic whump #whumperflies #magical biology #i mean its not really biology though #metaphysics? metabiology? metaphysiology? #oooh kinda like that last one #drugging tw #tw whump #supernatural #good omens #this isnt a Coffee Theory Thing stfu #....gotta do a different whump post on tHAT mess

[dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night]

Angel Farm

Note: I spent all day yesterday butchering chickens and naturally had to write angel whump. I promise that real butchering is much more humane than...whatever this pure blasphemy is.

TW: mass murder, eating a sentient species, raised for slaughter, religious whump, gore, referenced death of unborn children, dehumanization, captivity, immortal whumpees, angel whumpees, multiple whumpees, demon whumpers, multiple whumpers

Butchering day had come around once again. Without a doubt the most horrific time of the year.

The butchering stations had all been set up the day before. Sharp knives laid out on cutting boards. Metal buckets beneath the tables to scrape viscera into. Plastic bags to seal the dismembered carcasses in. Same as last year. The old poplar tree stump next to the coop had an ax head buried in its blood stained heart wood.

Less angels had been born this year. The living angels had heard the demons discussing the high demands for eggs. Some were unfertilized, worth nothing to the angels who laid them. Others were left beneath the mothers until the chicks were nearly ready to hatch before being stolen away. A delicacy of the nine rings. The mothers had stopped crying years ago.

Some angels tried to hide behind buckets of feed or under the roost when they heard the demons approaching. It wasn't any use, and they knew it. But still they hid, shielding their bodies with glossy white wings, hoping for mercy from merciless beings. Most of the angels simply milled around, making no effort to hide, or slept through the day until they were selected.

The hope blooming in the heart of every angel, no matter their temperament or outlook, was that the demon desecrating their body would slip with their knife, destroying their heart so they would never regenerate.

To be finally at peace was a dream too outlandish for a reasonable angel, but still it happened every so often. Once or twice every decade. Enough to keep hope alive. But more angels were born than died, new coops being built every year to house them.

They were allowed to watch the butchering process. Peering through the barbed wire fence that kept them from ever spreading their massive wings in flight. Most didn't care for the sickening display. But a macabre few found comfort in memorizing the process.

Some angels, brave and foolish, fought to escape as soon as they were brought out of the coop. Those rare few who managed to fly away were always caught, drunk on glorious freedom. Angels didn't last long in the fire and brimstone of hell.

Demons beheaded angels with mighty axes, seizing their heads by blood slicked white hair and tossing them in a bin to be fed to the hellhounds. The wings of the decapitated angels thrashed against the grasps of demons, overcome with painful muscular spasms.

Some kept this up intentionally, knowing they were worth less with their wings broken. Any frustration caused to their tormentors was well worth the agony of broken bones.

Being thrown in scalding water to loosen their skin in feathers was pure agony, their insides filling with water through their gaping esophagus. The water wasn't even boiling, as that would ruin their meat by cooking them too early. It could even be considered chilly compared to the many hotsprings of hell.

But angels used to staying dry and bathing in dust could hardly bear the sensation of water at any temperature. They hardly noticed the plucking afterward, still in dreadful shock. Their beautiful wings were stripped of their protective feathers, left as bare as any other patch of skin on their too delicate bodies.

The angels were finally recovered from the shock of water in time for horrific disembowelment. Their craws were removed first. Accidentally puncturing them could ruin their meat, so the demons were particularly careful. Their throat was then removed, thrown in a bin to later be made into soup stock. But those were the easy steps.

Next, a piece of their flesh was roughly cut out, stretching from the bottom of their ribcage to their tailbone. Demons reached inside their chest cavity, ripping out intestines and other disgusting organs with horrible glee, seeing if they could remove the digestive tract in one piece.

They left the hearts inside the body out of cruelty while they separated the organs to be bagged and sold. Intestines were cleaned to make sausages. Livers and kidneys were saved to be fried up and eaten. Stomachs and lungs were tossed to the curious cats jumping on the butchering table to lap up pools of blue angel blood.

Then came the dismemberment. Wing, leg, and breast meat was all cut apart with well practiced precision. Still the hearts beat within the chest cavity, only to cause the angels pain through the entire process. Only after the carcass had been dismembered and the chest cavity was thoroughly cleaned out, the hearts were finally removed.

They were kept in incubators, beating without pumping blood, while the angels fully reformed over a course of weeks. The lack of a body was disturbing, but the absence of pain proved beyond relieving. They couldn't really think, but they could perceive. A state of purgatory within the bowels of hell.

And to think they had once been a glorious species, soaring through the skies of heaven and delivering God's messages to the humans below them on earth. Now fallen from grace they were lower than even humans, bred like livestock by cruel demons and treated as nothing more than a source of food.

At least butchering was over for this year.

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#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Whump #Angel whump #Religious whump #Butchering #Angels #Demon whump #Angel whumpee #Demon whumper #Multiple whumpees #Multiple whumpers #Dehumanization #Raised for slaughter

[species-whump-weekly]

#Whump #Nonhuman whump #Whump prompts #Species Whump Weekly #Vampire whump #Angel whump #Centaur whump #Merfolk whump #Alien whump #Harpy whump #Naga whump #Minotaur whump

[inkwell-and-dagger]

Sew Up My Mouth if I Can't Keep It Closed

MADILYN MEI LYRIC GRRGRGGRGGRHR anyway! I am SO sorry for not posting a lot of HAH content but here's an aarin drabble feat a new design idea for them🙏🙏

HAH Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

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Aarin had long stopped acting defiantly towards Kore, but the urge to slap that smug little grin off the demon's face blazed like a fire inside their chest.

Of course, it wasn't like they could verbally express this anymore; the golden thread sealing their lips shut, dried crimson still staining their lips, made sure of this. After one too many times of lashing out at him, they should've realized that Kore would probably do something to stop them. So here they were now.

They had gotten used to the pain — either that, or it had dissipated, moving to the muscles in their wings right now. Stretched out in a marvellous display, each feather was pristine and silky smooth. Unfortunately, however, Kore tended to forbid moving their wings until the visitors left; so that meant that, in whatever position that Kore decided on, Aarin had to stay perfectly in place for hours, perhaps days, on end.

"You should be used to this by now," Kore would repeat. Aarin hated his voice; every fibre of the demon's being made them want to rip him apart, put his horns on display like how he's doing with their precious wings. "You've been down here for years. In my home. Following my rules. Under my protection." It wasn't protection. It was torture. So, so much torture, just to be gawked at like the 'statue' Kore believed it was. The 'statue' that Kore made them pretend to be.

"Aarin."

They were fucking sick of it. Sick of him. Sick of being forced to stay still while this— this devil etched patterns into their flesh with a scalpel, making meticulous incisions just because he couldn't be bothered to paint onto their skin every day. Sick of not being able to speak freely, move freely. Sick of not being free, full stop.

"Aarin!"

They just wanted to rip his heart out, treat him like how he treated them. Give him a taste of his own fucking medicine. They wanted to make him the one to stay still for hours, make him the one to be stared at and admired for being a perfect little fucking statue—

"Fuck's sake— Aarin Malchediel!" The angel's head snapped to the side as they were backhanded by Kore, their cheek blazing with pain. They only winced, giving a silent glare to the demon in response as they turned their head back.

"Keep your fucking wings in place or I'll rip them out myself."

The angel couldn't help but whimper in reply, the muscles in their wings twitching with exertion as they stretched them out further. In the meanwhile, Kore placed a delicate veil over their head, nestling it in their hair. The fabric was opaque and — thankfully — hid their entire face, so they doubted they had any need to close their eyes. It was probably because of their sewn-up mouth, as well.

Kore hummed in satisfaction when he stopped fiddling with their hair, and when Aarin's wings — and breathing — stilled. But still, a threat lay beneath that silver tongue as he spoke again: "Keep zoning out like that and you'll end up like my little Zuriel."

Aarin had no clue what they were supposed to gain from the threat. Perhaps it was an attempt — a pathetic one at that, in their opinion — to make them behave, make them listen. They had no clue who, or even what, this 'Zuriel' was. It wasn't like the angel could ask, though. But given the look in Kore's eye, and the poorly scrubbed blood staining the marble beneath the rug in the center of the room...

Aarin wasn't sure if they wanted to know in the first place.

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[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 23: Presumed Dead ♡

@febuwhump

Y'all thought you'd escaped Solstice content? Please.

Content: referenced wing amuptation, blood mention, cult references, memory loss mention, angel whumpee, touch starved whumpee

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The temple ahead is a beacon of light: Solstice’s only focal point as they stumble up the steep hill towards it. Their bare feet went numb from the cold and the pain hours ago and their legs shake with every step, but they push themselves just a little further. Just a little longer.

They’ve walked for so long. So long that the sun has started to rise behind the temple, lighting it from behind and making the stained glass glow in blinding rainbows. Solstice hears a laugh bubble up from their raw throat. They can’t remember the last time they saw this many colors in one place. It’s been nothing but red and black and gold for so long. 

It feels like they’re dreaming.

Solstice collapses against the temple doors; smooth mahogany carved with images of two interlocking rings. They’re too heavy to be pushed open by Solstice's weight alone.

“Help.” Their voice is nothing but a whisper, barely audible to their own ears. They need to get the attention of whoever’s inside, to find help before the cultists track their bloody footprints here and drag them back into the dark.

Solstice opens their mouth to try again, but nothing comes and they are struck with a wave of dizziness that has them crumbling to the ground, gasping for air. Their vision goes dark around the edges, fading in and out dangerously as their body finally gives up on them.

The rest comes in dazed flashes.

Worried faces hovering over them. 

A strange sense of nostalgia as someone carries them inside and they stare up at the carved ceilings - like being held by a parent and carried to bed after a long evening ceremony. 

The sound of a woman singing in a language they haven’t heard aside from in their own screams in ten years. The songs bring warmth and relief to their battered body, lulling them into a deep sleep.

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“-a miracle they’re still alive. Barronar’s work, surely. I do not know how else they could have found their way back here.”

Solstice’s world fades back in slowly at the sound of soft voices

“And you’re sure that it’s them?” A woman’s voice, the same one that had been singing last night. “We were all so certain that they had been taken back to the realm of the divine. We mourned them. We prayed for them. Barronar gave no indication that they were still amongst mortals.”

Careful hands turn Solstice onto their side, pulling blankets away to expose their skin to the cool air. Solstice shivers, sensation slowly returning to their own body. The familiar pain that has been their constant companion is still there, but it’s dulled now, like it’s very far away.

“I was not certain at first,” the first voice - a man - says. “But these scars…” fingers trace down their back, just to the side of their spine. Solstice knows the spot well. There were wings there once. “It can’t be a coincidence.”

The touch is so gentle Solstice almost can’t feel it. They’d forgotten that touch doesn’t always have to hurt.

“Gods. To think I didn’t recognize the child I birthed.”

“It has been ten long years since we last saw them, and they… They do not look the same. But this is still our divine child, even if they have changed. We just need to worry about bringing Solstice back to the light.”

Solstice jolts at the sound of their own name and the fingers leave their back.

“Solstice?”

They finally manage to drag their eyes open, squinting at the light that pours in from an open window.

Sunlight.

Gods, how long has it been since sunlight last touched their skin? It tastes honeysuckle sweet.

“Welcome back, child,” the man says. 

The woman appears over his shoulder, laughing tearfully. “I would know those eyes anywhere. It really is you. We thought you were dead.”

Solstice stares at the pair. Something stirs in their chest, but the feeling is so alien. Are they supposed to know these people? Have they been here before?

 “Do you…” The woman’s smile fades a little. “Do you remember us?”

Solstice doesn’t know what to say. There’s something so familiar about their surroundings but also so wrong. It’s the feeling of revisiting a strange dream and finding it all exactly the same - impossible and comforting and confusing all at the same time.

The man reaches out, brushing Solstice’s hair out of their face. “It’s okay if you don’t remember. It’s been a long time, but the gods have brought you home to us. To your mortal parents. You are safe here, and we will never let you be taken from us again.”

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@why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @hauntedroseart @sapphicccici @altvaggie @alivenova @lolrpop

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[firapolemos05]

"At eighteen years of age, each new initiate into our Creed receives their sacred vestments, all emblazoned with the Carmine Rose.

The Fallen, whose celestic blood feeds our rituals, whom we have trained to vanquish the Dawn Herald's deceitful servants, has the high honor of having our rose etched directly into his flesh."

Whumptober 2023

No.5

Pinned down

OC: Cassius (he/it)

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