#angel whumpee

[demondamage]

Haziel knew he was guilty of course. He had done- unforgivable things. Unspeakable things. And he knew that no matter what was done to him he would not be any bit closer to forgiveness.

But why was he the only one paying for it?

Everyone wanted their vengeance. Aziphem for- obvious reasons. His master for those same reasons, even if Kotarou was not the one who had suffered because of it. The council, stripping him of his apprenticeship, his weapons, and now his clothes as their act of punishment. Everyone felt entitled to their retribution.

And yeah. He deserved it. Every moment of agony and more. But he had been just one of the many aggressors. Kotarou had lead the project and Aziphem's final escape. Alejo had worked from the shadows to make everything possible. The various researchers had passed around Aziphem like a lab animal. A million hands had touched this atrocity. But when blood had to be paid, only his wrists were slit. It was easier to blame the hot headed apprentice. He could be a willing accomplice or a disobedient violent aggressor depending on what he was charged with. And every dirty hand could consider itself cleansed from his torment. This was retribution, reparation, and repentance all in one, even if it did nothing to fix any damage done.

But they needed a scapegoat; everyone demanded their pound of flesh. And as the icy desert night descended, even the coyotes would get it.

For @whumpsday 's new challenge! This is the Man vs Nature entry!!

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[kabie-whump]

Angel Whumpees

(tw: ritual torture, amputation, cults)

Hello. Please imagine an angel whumpee being held captive by a cult who uses their celestial powers for evil rituals.

Like, chaining Whumpee to an alter by their wings. Maybe even cutting off their wings so they can't get away. Maybe the process for draining their power is really painful. Maybe Whumpee screams until their voice is hoarse praying to their god for help but divine intervention never comes.

Whumpee's halo is the only point of light in the cult's lair, and it fades every day. Their wings, if they still have them, are dirty and bloodstained. They want to die - to rejoin their god - but the cult won't allow them to.

It's about the combination of pain from the torture and also religious guilt from knowing that their power is being used for evil and also fear that their god hates them now.

And if angel whumpee ever gets out they're crawling, exhausted, to the nearest temple and collapsing on its steps, hoping that the people inside can still recognize them for what they are.

(more angel whump)

#is this about my cleric oc? yes #whump #whump tropes #whump writing #whump rambles #whump community #whumpblr #nonhuman whumpee #whumpee #whump ideas #whump scenario #whump prompt #angel whumpee

[shshshquietnow]

I'm a big fan of angels and demons in whump, especially angel whumpees with demon whumpers. A demon obsessed with getting this divine perfection to break, and an angel having to stare in the face of something they've been told horror stories of since childhood.

But something I don't see used a lot is FALLEN angel whumpees, which I think have a lot to use. No one's coming for them, maybe they're weaker than before, they've been forsaken, they're maybe a bit spunkier, maybe already a little broken... they're great material to mold and mesh.

Or even fallen angel WHUMPERS, ones with nothing to lose, bitter and hurt... fallen angels walk around, showing the world with just their wings they've done something to piss off the heavens. Who WOULDNT be scared being taken caprice by one?!

#whump #quiet whispering #fantasy whump #whumper #whumpee #magic whumpee #magic whumper #angel whumpee #demon whumper #fallen angel whumpee #fallen angel whumper

[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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#Species whump weekly #Whump #Angel whump #Angel whumpee #Nonhuman whumpee #Whump prompt #Whumpblr #Religious whump #Whump event

[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!

#thanks for the ask! #whump #whump prompt #whump idea #whump scenario #whump community #whump tropes #whumpblr #whump prompts #whumpee #angel whumpee #demon caretaker #human whumper #Angel whump #wing whump #magical exhaustion

[cepheusgalaxy]

Winged whumpees

I love them. Not gonna lie. The main factor on deciding to whump Aiden was because they have wings.

I was looking for ideas, right? And most of what I found out was clipping their wings or putting them on display. And look, I love these okay. These are always great. But what I was thinking on, hear me out, were wing-spefic stress positions.

Whumpee with their wings forcefully opened waay too wide

Whumpee with their wings being tied into a twisted position curled around themselves

Whumpee being hung from the floor by their wings (I mean, you prob can't do this to anyone, their wings have to be somewhat strong)

Whumpee being restrained by their wings

Idk, but the possibilities

#winged whumpee #angel whumpee #whump prompts #whump ideas #whump prompt #whump scenario

[inkwell-and-dagger]

maybe fallen angels aren't as frightening as Aarin expected...

Halos And Horns Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

(click for better quality!)

pose credit to mellon-soup!! i found this one on pinterest and just had to draw zuriel and aarin :3

I'm honestly in LOVE with zuriel's hair, I didn't really know what I was doing when I was sketching this out but I'm SO happy with it!!!!! especially since this is my first time drawing them :3

also is it obvious this is my first time drawing wings lmao 💀

anyhow! it's them!!!!!

#zuriel damaris #aarin malchediel #Halos And Horns #angel whumpee #fallen angel oc #fallen angel #multiple whumpees #whump #whump art #whump oc #oc whump #art #oc art #nonhuman whumpee #recovery whump #rescued whumpee

[pxppet]

Day seven of @figuwhump!

A caretaker went to an auction, not really looking to purchase. They saw an angel, wings clipped down to half their length, tied down with a hanging head. It looked so defeated, so small... The expensive price meant nothing, Caretaker bought it immediately, swearing to do something, anything, to give it a better life.

Reference pose below the cut:

#whump #whump art #whumpee #angel whumpee #wing whump #nonhuman whumpee #whump caretaker #pet whump #my artwork #ask to tag

[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

Art Tag: @whump-tr0pes @whump-queen @whumpsday @kixngiggles @onlywhumpcomments @project-xiii @quietly-by-myself @ka1imba @suspicious-whumping-egg @cyborg0109 @whatwhumpcomments @whumpcomica @i-eat-worlds @blood-and-regrets @dont-look-me-in-the-eye @burntcoffeewhump @lonesome--hunter @whumpifi @oddsconvert @painsandconfusion @whumpasaurus101 @sadcatjae @kiratheperson @studyofwhump @sunshiline-writes @emmettverse @just-a-silly-little-whumper @chaotic---calm @ladyjaye13 @befuddled-calico-whump @safetypinflavouredgrass

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

[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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Next

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

#febuwhump #febuwhump day 8 #febuwhumpday8 #whump #whump tropes #whump writing #whump community #whumpblr #angel whumpee #cult whump #cw torture #poison whump #whump scenario #whump ideas #whumpee #whump prompt #angel whump #nonhuman whumpee #oc #dnd ocs #original character #oc whump #is this about my cleric oc? yes #dnd whump #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump2024

[redd956]

Hear me out Fallen Angel whumpee with Angel caretaker

#whump #whump prompts #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman caretaker #winged whumpee #winged caretaker #whump idea #whump prompt #angel whumpee

[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.

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @devourerofcheesecake @whumpshaped @whumpsday @heavenly-whumper @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

#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

[allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers]

Zuriel time woohoo!!!!

the picrew is linked right here!!

#(zuriel uses it/its!!) #zuriel damaris #picrew #oc picrew #oc #angel oc #fallen angel oc #whump oc #angel whumpee #whump picrew

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 7 - Hesitation

-A huge demon enters the sitcom stage to raucous applause, spreading his arms and grinning at the other actors- GUESS WHO'S BACK AFTER BEING ON OC VACATION, at least now and then yk, I missed Gabe

TWs: attempted murder/assassination, threats, brief and vague reference to noncon by whumpee, blood, blades

“Please–” Gabriel watched the angel in front of him tremble. She clasped her hands in front of herself, brilliant purple eyes fixed on the bright cerulean soul in his hand. “Please, Prince Gabriel, don't do this.”

Gabriel sneered, rolling the little soul around in his palm, feeling the magical sparks against his skin. “Why?” He walked closer, idly toying with one sword he'd taken. His foot came to rest on the blade of the other. “You tried to kill me in my own home. Give me a reason to spare two assassins.”

She winced back, mouth gaping as she struggled for a reason. Gabriel laughed and dropped the blade with a clatter, bringing the soul up to his mouth. He rolled the marble into his mouth, holding it between his teeth. Everyone who knew of Gabriel Rivas, Demon Prince of the Wrathful Chase also knew how he liked to dispatch the souls of his enemies.

She dropped to her knees, tears springing from her eyes. Sobbing, she scrambled forward, desperately grabbing at the sheer silks he was wrapped in. “No, not him, not Alistair, he's all I have–” 

Something in how her voice broke, in how her watery purple eyes looked up at him with such desperation, made Gabriel pause. Suddenly the soul didn't feel as satisfying to have in his mouth. He pulled the soul away from his teeth with a sigh, brows furrowed.

“Hmm.” He thought for a moment, before grinning again. “Alright, alright. I'll make you a deal.”

She pressed her hands to her mouth and sat back on her heels, looking up at him with a frantic nod. She reached to his silks again, feeling at his hips, starting to tug the fabric away from his skin. “Anything, anything at all, sir, whatever you want I'll–” 

Gabriel felt his grin drop away as his stomach rolled. He stepped back, reaching a hand up sharply. “Quiet. Don't touch me. I don't want–not that.”

He took a deep breath, golden eyes lingering on the intact halo that hovered above her head. It matched her eyes perfectly. Her cloudy, dark grey wings shivered behind her back, pulled as tightly against her as possible. Messy black hair framed her face. Her arms wrapped around herself, like she might fall apart if she didn't. 

“if you can survive out there for forty-eight hours then you're free to go.” He motioned to the window, to the clogged, labyrinthine streets that lay far below his uncanny skyscraper. The screams and howls of the hunted couldn't be heard this far up. “You won't be able to fly. My demons will be hunting you the whole time. But if you can do it, you get to leave. Both of you. He'll stay in my possession until then.”

She swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay. I, yes. Yes, I accept. And if I don’t, you’ll kill us.”

“Give me your name." Gabriel said with a nod, offering a hand out to her. She grasped it. When he helped her to her feet, she seemed to barely weigh as much as Throl.

“Felicia.”

“Go on Felicia, you have a fifteen minute start time.”  

Gabriel didn’t know how he felt, watching her disappear into the elevator, shoulders squared.

As the doors closed, he shifted again and a sharp pain raced up his leg. Glancing down, the sword blade he’d stepped on before had bitten into him. Curiosity spiking, he lifted it to examine the sole of his foot. Golden blood started to languidly ooze, but there was no burning. He wasn’t being immolated by holy magic. He curiously looked to the other, and realized that it didn’t smell holy either–that had been the angel. 

Neither one of these blades could have killed him.

“Huh. Well, Alistair. Guess things are a little more complicated than I thought. Let’s just see how Felicia does while I think about where to go next.”

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday7 #day 7 #hesitation #the original sin #original sin #gdi one of these will work for gabe #angel whumpee #demon whumper #blood #blades #attempted murder whump #noncon referenced #it's super brief and nongraphic and also referenced by the whumpee #assassination attempt