#finger whump

[ashintheairlikesnow]

IRL whump but it's me cutting the tip of my finger off with a mandolin slicer

Description includes blood and discussion of pain and what it looks like below cut

I was trying to make spring rolls. I was slicing carrots and cucumbers and sliced a huge chunk off and my finger won't stop bleeding because, like, a big part of it is missing and my kitchen looks like I committed a gruesome murder against some cucumbers and rice paper and I had to dig out my skin from the fucking mandolin I had to DIG IT OUT and I could SEE THE EDGE OF MY FINGERPRINT

Also it fucking hurts like hell, the pain is sharp and throbs with my heartbeat and we don't have any gauze WHY DO WE NOT HAVE GAUZE so I had to wrap paper towels around it but I kept bleeding through them it took so fucking long to stop bleeding and all my nerve endings are PISSED OFF and I am. I am so mad at the mandolin right now.

It took my fingertip as a blood sacrifice. It cost ten dollars and it requires blood.

I can see the fucking wedge missing. I liked that wedge. It was my favorite finger skin! Which I did not know until it was gone and left me with PAIN.

When I can write again I am doing this to a whumpee and they will feel my pain

Probably Kauri or Chris

#whump #irl whump #hand gore #finger whump #blood tw #I gave you blood blood gallons of the stuff #gave you all that you could drink and it could never be enough #- me singing MCR to my mandolin slicer #fingore

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Day 12 - Self Harm

Hehehe a little bit of a twist on the prompt, but Mariano is indeed harming himself, along with like 95% of the other people in this building :)

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober, @whumperofworlds, @whump-captain

TWs: blink-and-you-miss-it reference to the threat of noncon, blood, self-harm, hand whump, dislocated fingers, captivity (the moment of escape), death, murder, burns, starvation mention, self-sacrifice, Dimitri being himself about pain

Mariano stood steadfast as alarms blared, the only one of the war mages who'd managed to slip his restraints. Laredo watched as he trembled, knees threatening to give out as more and more people continued to try to take him down. Mariano's magic gathered at his teeth, broken wards no longer keeping the plasma contained. It sparked at his fingers and palms, spitting and hissing in fury and exhaustion.

Laredo didn't remember Mariano fighting like this when he was younger. He was always efficient, and terrifying to see. Luis had picked him for a reason--Mariano could wipe a town off the face of the earth with no hesitation or change in his posture. He'd seen him do it; mechanically tackling every structure, killing every living person inside before he did so that they weren't trapped and waiting for an even worse death. That Mariano was a lot.

But this Mariano put that one to shame.

This Mariano, with scars and eyes that burned with more than just fear, moved like a predator. Laredo realized that it was almost too easy to think that he was some fragile little waif when they usually saw him next to his seven-foot-tall dragon, curled up on the couch to cuddle, or standing as one of the smaller members of their group. This Mariano burned holes through guards' heads without blinking, without missing a shot. This Mariano loomed and leaped, hands wreathed in blinding magic. He pinned the lead guard with little more than just his weight.

They'd seen how that guy had been looking at Manuel, at Mariano. Had heard whispers about what he wanted to do. Laredo glanced at Manuel, and saw the same fury and joy and catharsis in his eyes.

Mariano wrapped his fingers around the lead guards' throat. Mariano didn't let go until the man stopped screaming. He wasn't dead. Mariano didn't seem to care that much.

He didn't seem to care when his magic flickered, either. It shorted out, suddenly dimming before cutting off completley. Laredo's heart dropped. There were still more men to deal with--but they'd been held here for weeks, and hadn't even gotten to free Bastian yet. The starvation seemed like it had taken too heavy of a toll on the youngest war mage.

"Mariano!" Laredo called. Mariano didn't look at him, never looking away from the hallway that the threats had been pouring into. "Cut us free! Let us take over!"

Mariano didn't even seem to hear him.

More men appeared at the end of the hallway. They raised their guns. Suddenly, the hallway was lit by that same brilliant sunlight. For a moment, Laredo thought one of the others had broken free. Mariano's silhouette stood alone, though.

The men fell. They kept appearing. They kept falling.

Mariano was still casting. Laredo saw how horribly his palms were burned. They hung at his sides, loose and swaying as Mariano lurched forward, firing more magic from his teeth.

"Laredo." Dimitri said, drawing Laredo's attention away from Mariano. "Help me out. I'm almost free. I'm not as flexible as I used to be." Dimitri met his eyes, some grim determination filling his expression. His hands were almost free from the cuffs. He just needed a little help to dislocate his thumb. "His nose is already bleeding."

Laredo's stomach dropped. Mariano had already pushed himself too far. Mariano intended to keep going.

Laredo realized how horribly they were outnumbered. This whole place was meant to hold them for as long as necessary. Every single person here had a vested interest in keeping them under control. Many of them would be willing to die for it.

Laredo hooked his shoe up under the chain keeping Dimitri's cuffs linked. "I won't count you down." He saw how the metal bit into Dimitri's hands, into his skin, how it threatened to draw blood.

"Good. You know I like surprises." Dimitri shot him a grin as he leaned forward to give Laredo the straightest shot possible. He didn't scream when Laredo yanked his foot towards himself.

"Mm," Dimitri groaned, and Laredo couldn't quite tell how Dimitri felt about his newly dislocated thumbs. "Yes, I see why he didn't come unlock us after doing that to himself."

Dimitri staggered to his feet, grimacing as he sparked his magic and started slicing through the metal keeping Laredo bound. One cuff fell, and then the other. Laredo's skin smarted from how hot they'd gotten during the removal process.

Mariano was still casting, and people were still coming. His magic started to flicker and short out again. "Rookie, stand down!" Laredo tried as he began slicing through Manuel's restraints.

"He's not able to hear us right now." Manuel muttered, shaking his hands as he and Izan were freed next.

Just as Mariano managed to get his magic back at his teeth, Laredo grabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him off of his feet. The cast fizzled and he stumbled, only avoiding dropping to the floor because of Laredo's arms around his waist.

Mariano blinked hard as Laredo pulled him away from the opening of the hallway, letting Izan, Manuel, and Dimitri take over the attack. "Laredo...?" Confusion was clear on his face.

"Yeah, it's me." He lowered them both to the floor, supporting Mariano's weight on the way down. "Dimitri dislocated his thumbs like a weirdo and slipped his cuffs. You don't have to hurt yourself anymore. We have you."

Mariano rested his cheek against Laredo's shoulder and nodded. "I...okay." He settled on, closing his eyes. His hands rested on his lap, skin burned and bleeding. "Okay." Laredo reached up to smooth some of Mariano's hair back and wipe some of the blood from his face.

Laredo held Mariano there against the wall until Dimitri's triumphant call heralded their victory.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #Ailesswhumptoberday12 #Day 12 #Whump #Self harm #self sacrifice #Blood #magical exhaustion #Noncon mention #But so briefly and it never actually happened #It was just a possibility and the guy dies painfully #dislocation #Hand whump #Finger whump #Murder #Death #Fire #Yk usual war mage stuff #Escape #Mage of violence #Dragon of diamond #Laredo #Izan #Manuel #Dimitri #Starvation ment

[obsessedwithegos]

Traumatizing aid -whump prompt

CW: Medical whump, finger whump, needles

Whumpers that use first aid or general aid items to whump Whumpee, so if whumpee ever escapes, life is a lot harder if they ever had to to tend to their injuries or someone else has too <3

-Strangling them with gauze and bandages

-Applying tourniquets to then cause harm below it so when it's released the wounds gush even worse along with the painful tingling sensation of the blood rushing back to the numb area

-Of course classic stitching and sewing wounds shut (Maybe not even just wounds! Whumpee doesn't need to use their hands, why not sew their fingers together?)

-Poking them with needles/drugging them/drawing blood repeatedly

-Maybe shoving gauze up their nose and using a bandaid to hold it in while shoving alcohol wipes down their throat

Then after all of that, whumpee does get free, but now has a whole new hell to get through as a result <3 Especially if they were injured right before the escape attempt or got injured during it!

How far would whumpee go to avoid getting the care they need?

general: @emmettnet @blackberry-nightingale

#Prettied up the version I put in discord to post bc I really love this idea <3 #whump #whump tag #whump prompts #whump prompt #medical whump #finger whump #hand whump #<for sewing them together #ask to tag

[whumpsday]

(For the Kane whump thing if it’s still happening)

I strap him down onto the board, but instead of taking him outside, I use silver thread to embroider suns and stakes across his front. His back is covered in insulting words like “leech”, “parasite” and “worthless”, in a large fancy font.

A silver needle is pushed into each eye and his eyes are sewn shut. The fingers are cut off at the first joint (can’t have him ruining my hard work).

I take some photos of my handiwork and leave a few copies in the corner he spends the most time in.

(This took me 15 minutes to write out.)

(the kane whump thing is perpetual and will always still be happening!)

Kane wails brokenly as the silver thread burns him under his skin, pulled tight. He begs you over and over for mercy, promising he'll be good, but you don't stop.

When you finally leave him alone, he desperately tries to pull out the silver with his quartered fingers. It's slow, difficult, and excruciatingly painful, but he does manage it after several hours of effort. He lays in a mangled, bloody heap afterward, the smell of burnt flesh emanating from him.

He doesn't look at the pictures very much.

#ask #k&j ask #canon kane whump #torture #eye whump #hand whump #finger whump

[whumpberry-cookie]

(Cw: implied fingore, finger whump)

AI chat bots make writing so much easier.

Now I just write to the "Writer's helper" and they respond with description how the wounds after losing nails heal and how the hands look afterwards.

And I don't have to write in google search very sketchy and awkward questions.

(Tho I still overexplain to the bot that it's for the story and I am in fact NOT a murderer)

#i'm a silly little writer don't fear me I just bite from time to time #biting with love like a gremlin that struggles with showing affection #chomp munch munch #fingore #implied gore #implied torture #whump #finger whump #hand whump #hand gore

[spookyboywhump]

Sometimes I spend too much time thinking of Cain as a little meow meow and then he says some shit like this and I’m like. Hey man. Go to hell.

(NAIL WHUMP SORRY)

“Zander, if you open your mouth one more time I’m going to rip off his fingernails one after the other. And if that’s not enough I’ll take a lighter to the nail beds afterwards.” It certainly shut Zander up, and Wren nearly gagged at the thought of it, instinctively clenching his hands into fists.

#nail whump #finger whump #hand whump #nails. ouch #wip stuff #wren #Zander #Cain #this dude is a nightmare

[ratking-whump]

warning for brief mention of eye, finger, and mouth whump

"-I'll be good." The defiant whumpee begs, when faced with their worst personal torture- maybe chopping their fingers off, ripping their teeth out, or gouging their eyes.

But it's too late. No matter how much their resolve breaks and they beg and bargain, Whumper just smiles and preps their tools as their captive falls apart untouched.

#whump #eye whump #tw eye whump #tw mouth whump #mouth whump #finger whump #tw finger whump

[whump-queen]

oh darling don’t worry about little old me i don’t have any ideas at all! i’m just a silly little guy see? (*´∇｀*)

[holding tranquilizer gun behind my back with malicious intent]

*squints suspiciously* hmm… you are a silly little guy…

alright fine. you can stay as long as you don’t interrupt my work.

*turns back around to where i’m tryna decide which of @rock-anon’s fingers im gonna take*

#lmfaoo #just a silly lil void just a lil hermit crab #look I never said I was smart #where’s that tag #I don’t need to be smart if i’m hot #or smth like that #im rly gonna regret this huh #well here’s me indulging you for today ahahahaaaa <333 #void #answered asks #whump rp #akias asks #finger whump #tw finger whump #tranquilizer #tranquilizer whump #tw implied drugging

[emcscared-whumps]

Johnstone, Johnstone, my darling boy Johnstone. "Pleading" on the BTHB card for him?

ID: Bad Things Happen Bingo Card

BTHB 1C - Pleading

BTHB Masterpost

Sorry about the wait, but I don't like rushing UwU Johnnybastard is certainly tough to make plead, but I think I have a way of forcing him :)

CONTENT AND WARNINGS: Dehumanisation, it/its as dehumanising pronouns, whumper turned whumpee, this episode, on 'How Homoerotic Could This Conceivably Get?' (even though Dathrir's gender is unfathomable, the spirit is there, (it's sfw tho dw)), wait, how the FUCK did I write hand whump (sliced thumb, EW), noncon turning (not a vampire thing, but a demon thing... even though vampires are a type of demon in these realms... idfk but Johnstone gets the worse deal) it's not transformation /yet/, forced blood drinking

wc: ~1k

“On your knees.”

Dathrir grabbed the restrained human’s throat, and with their free hand, their fingers wandered through its hair, and the clawed tips scraped over its scalp. The threat sent a chill down the human’s spine despite the snarl that stayed fixed on its face.

It took nothing to force it down, despite its viciously growled protests.

Compared to when he stood tall as a House Master, the human in front of them was small. It was probably the ragged clothes, and grimy, bloodied face that gave that impression.

Fallen from humanity’s grace.

A traitor.

A smile crept onto their features. “What a fun game…” they purred.

Fury burnt in those strange, odd coloured eyes. Dathrir recalled that eyes of odd colours were unusual in humans. It’d make a striking demon…

The human gnashed at the cloth gag, as if sensing the malice Dathrir exuded. The way it tried to cling desperately to any power or authority it previously had was amusing, but did not excuse its insubordination and crimes.

“You stole that belunae from me, you know. By getting greedy, sloppy. By getting stupid. I thought you were one of the more intelligent ones. If you had simply followed protocol, well... perhaps even... made a special request...” Dathrir drawled, “we wouldn’t be in this little mess now, would we?”

Their wandering fingers snapped shut and gripped a fistful of ratty blond hair, tearing scalp. The human let out a muffled roar that was as angry as it was pained. Blood seeped through its hair and a thin trail slid down its forehead.

“Hm, let me think… You failed to appoint another Head Hunter, lied in reports on multiple occasions, knowingly appointed a belunae in your Squad—one that you should have passed up—and you kept another as a pet in your little power fantasy. I must say, I admire your ingenuity… but not your stupidity.”

The human glared.

“Sorrel Johnstone, wasn’t it?” they asked. A shadowy smirk darkened their features as they tugged the gag from the human’s mouth. They spoke again, “You broke the House Order. Beg for forgiveness you pathetic fucking dog—give me one good reason not to execute you for treason, and I just might let you live.”

“NEVER, YOU FUCKING PRAT,” it spat.

Dathrir’s eyes narrowed, “You might consider trying again.”

“I. Will. NEVER YIELD!”

“Ever the fool… That’s okay though, I’ll enjoy spilling your blood.”

In a flash, a blade spun in their hand, the tip finding the snarling human’s throat.

The human inhaled sharply and froze, eyes going wide with an entertaining mixture of fury and fear.

Dathrir hummed a giggle, “Cat got your tongue…?”

The spark of defiance in the human’s eyes brightened to flames at the taunt. Its body quivered. Dathrir could hear the way the human’s hands worked in their bindings, itching to break loose and unleash the rage that so clearly roiled within. In the face of Dathrir, the bravery was almost admirable—it was willing to start a fight it surely knew it would lose. Then again, bravery was just a term to comfort the foolhardy.

Dathrir released the human, but not after a light swipe that left a fine, weeping mark across its throat. Perhaps now it would consider the command.

“This can go on as long as you’d like, but I’m sure you’d like to get back to business and rebuild your House,” they said with a quirked eyebrow. “So, why don’t you make it quick. Beg sweetly for me, and I will let you go.”

This got the human’s attention.

Clearly, it had expected to die here, but a change in tactic seemed to yield the results Dathrir desired. The rage still burned beneath its skin, its heavy breathing was a sure tell.

“Let me go,” Johnstone started in a low tone.

“Tsk tsk, the magic word...?”

“Please. Let me go please.”

“Oh I’m sure you can do better,” Dathrir quipped, “after all, you’ve heard it plenty of times, haven’t you?”

Even if only a mockery, the human’s next attempt was at least a fraction more believable, “Please let me go—I’ll do anything...!”

They would make them beg.

Dathrir stroked its hair. “Good boy... That wasn’t so hard now was it? There’s just one more thing before you go,” they drawled with an odd smile, unlocking the cuffs that bound the human.

“And what’s that?” it said, strangling its harsh tone.

Perhaps there was hope, it knew its unspoken boundaries and attempted to adhere, if only as a means to an end.

“This—” Dathrir sliced their thumb on the knife. Thick, dark blood immediately pooled at the tip and dribbled down in a fast stream. Dathrir lunged at the human faster that, it could blink, and shoved their thumb between its lips.

The human recoiled instantly at the taste of Dathrir’s foul blood and tried vainly to spit it out. Dathrir sealed its mouth, but it bit down hard through its clear disgust, tearing at their skin with blunt teeth, clearly trying to dismantle their hand one digit at a time. Had Dathrir been human, they would have screamed.

Instead, what they called pain was a warmth that blossomed and spread up their thumb and through their hand. The tears in their skin simply released more of their blood, prompting a muffled, frustrated scream from the human at their mercy. It struggled harder. It gave up causing them pain, instead trying to quell the sickening burning in their mouth and remove the substance that caused it.

Dathrir smiled, satisfied when the human had swallowed enough. They released it suddenly, letting it hurl itself across the floor. Blood glistened on its lips and the corners of its mouth, and more, mixed with saliva dribbled out of its mouth as it coughed and gagged, groaning lowly.

“What the fuck was that,” the human spat in a raspy voice.

Dathrir smiled, revealing fangs. “Oh,” they purred, “you’ll see.” It won’t be human for much longer, they thought, to be hunted by one’s own people is the most fitting punishment for a traitor.

“Guards, get rid of it. Take it to an alley near here, and then leave me,” they said, “I’d like to watch the show.”

“What the fuck—do you mean, you demon piece of shit?!” the human seethed between coughs.

Before Dathrir deigned to give another vague answer, the human twisted suddenly with a scream, no doubt caused by the corruption that flooded its body.

“Make it stop—! ARGH!” it yelled, agony cracking its strained voice. “Let me go and I’ll—consider letting—you live! If the other houses found out—”

“They won’t,” Dathrir said, “they haven’t for almost a thousand years~ Besides, no one would ever listen to a demon.”

“Let me FUCKING GO!” it screeched, leaping up and lunging toward Dathrir.

The guards caught it and held it back a mere inch from the unflinching Dathrir’s throat. It scrabbled in their hold, the bout of corruption seemingly over. The first ones they endured, Dathrir noted, always seemed less severe, and were shorter. For now, the pathetic creature that struggled restrained before them, murder in their eyes, would be fine. Perhaps it wouldn’t even notice what was happening until it was too late.

It was always captivating to see what a hunter would do when stripped of their humanity. Perhaps this one would be especially interesting, given its ego.

Dathrir hummed lowly, an ominously victorious, jovial sound, “As you wish.”

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Taglist

@dang-i-like-whump

@whump-cravings

@willowtreewhump

#whump #whump writing #emc's writing #Sorrel Johnstone #Dathrir #dehumanisation tw #whumper turned whumpee #Bad Things Happen Bingo #BTHB #pleading #bthb pleading #nonbinary whumper #ig i can put that as a tag? if yall want your whumpers to be unfathomable? #hand whump #finger whump #HOW IN THE eVERLOVING FUCK #dathrir what have you done! #the content warnings sound really weird when i say them outright #i promise i'm sane /j #original whump

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Whumpees with Claws

Caretaker sees Whumpee’s claws are so long that they’re curling into their hands/feet/paws, making it hard to walk or do anything with the affected digits; so Caretaker offers to trim them

Accidentally slashing Caretaker with their claws because they got startled bonus points if they’re horrified after

De-clawing

Scratching the days they’ve survived on the wall, a tree, or a wooden cabinet

Claws getting ripped out when attacking someone because the angle they went in the flesh was awkward

Whumpee has an allergic reaction to something and gets so itchy that they scratch themselves raw

#whump #nonhuman whumpee #furry whump #is that a tag? #whump prompt #writing prompt #claw whump #finger whump #??? I guess

[obsessedwithegos]

"You're in luck Florance, she finally said yes."

Drew this after popping off the other night about Selin deciding he's had enough of Ruru not accepting his love :3c

Below is copy and pasted from my server!

If Selin ever decided he's had enough of Ruru not accepting his advances, not only would he drug and kidnap her, he'd drug and kidnap Florance as well though would keep them in separate rooms.

Eventually he'll start outright asking her if she loves him, and would refuse to stop asking until she answers yes or no. Everytime she answers 'no', he leaves the room to go to Florance to cut a piece off of him. Starts with an ear, maybe the top of his scorpion tail, a finger, or even his tongue if he's already annoyed Selin enough with talking. He then returns to Ruru and drops the piece in front of her and asks again. Despite any confusion, anger, agony, and sorrow she expresses, he just keeps asking, and each no he leaves and comes back with something else. A whole hand. A wing. An eye. It's a game to him. How much of Florance can he take before Ruru confesses her love to him? Will he live or die? That's up to Ruru. I could see it taking about 3 or 4 trips out of the room and back with a piece of Florance before Ruru breaks down and lies, answering 'yes', believing that Florance is gone.

Selin is so overjoyed at her answer! Though despite his joy, he needs some time before he can do anything with her, because he needs to drop Florance off at a hospital first before completely running off with his new girlfriend, soon to be fianceé <3 (of course completely against her will) So Ruru just has time to sit and stew in her grief :3

Selin still keeps tabs on Florance, making sure he doesn't do anything to try to get Ruru away from him. Sometimes he even sends him pictures of Ruru, letting him know she's still alive, and he's never getting her back

general: @emmettnet @blackberry-bloody

#owe art #my art #whump #whump tag #nsft #nonsexual nudity #whump art #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman whump #trans whumpee #amputation #finger whump #wing whump #tail whump #mouth whump #(implied) #restrained #blood #florance tag #selin tag #ruru tag #kidnapping #yandere whumper #s/o to emmett for helping me figure out how the feet would work in this :3 #ask to tag

[knittedeyebrowsandcardigans]

Ok so finger whump (or anything really I'm just vibin' here)

"You can have your bones back when you've been good"

Whumper takes out a bone and says they'll give it back after [insert condition] has been met

Can be as clinical/sterile or messy/diy as ya like 🩻🧑‍⚕️ 🧑‍🔧🔨

#no idea if this is medically/physically possible and tbh I'm too scared to look it up🫣🫠 #finger whump #whump prompts #whump scenario #whumpblr #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #gore #body horror #bones #blood #torture #whumper x whumpee #broken bones #probably manipulation/blackmail/psychological whump #idk tagging just in case #lab whump #shed whump

[when-the-feet-hurt]

cw: finger gore

“Oh, stop complaining.” Whumper rolls their eyes, cruel hands moving the serrated knife back and forth, blood staining the jagged edges.  “It’s not like you ever used these things anyway.”

“Please,” Whumpee moans.  “Stop it!”

Whumper raises an eyebrow.  “Why should I?  Were you gonna do something with these?” they ask, holding up a severed finger.

Whumpee’s face turns green.  “I…  You…”

“If you’re going to beg, at least be coherent,” Whumper mumbles, getting back to work.  “I don’t even know why you’re so attached to these things anyway.  You never wanted to lift a single finger.  You’re too good for housework, aren’t you?  Too good to get your hands a little dirty, isn’t that right?”

“Th-That doesn’t—”

Dropping the bone saw in their hand, Whumper takes the knife and plunges it into the back of Whumpee’s hand, drawing a shrill scream from their lips.  “It doesn’t what, Whumpee?  Doesn’t mean I can’t cut your fingers off?  It’s not like you ever wanted to use them, anyway, so I don’t see why you care so much.  I mean, sure, it hurts, but pain is the only thing you deserve, so suck it up and deal with it.”

“What d-did I ever… ever d-do to you?”

“Breathe.”  The bone saw eats away at Whumpee’s finger.  “Now, do you want this?” they ask, holding up the severed finger.  “Maybe I could string them all on a necklace for you.  Don’t you like jewelry?”

With tears in their red eyes, Whumpee shakes their head as they squirm.

“Maybe I should donate them to someone who’ll actually use them, then—but I guess they wouldn’t be of any use unless I donated them right now…”  Whumper strokes their chin with their free hand.  “I could always sell them to some freak, too.  Or a cannibal.  Maybe I should just sell you to a cannibal.  They like young people, don’t they?  You’d make me a lot of money.  Oh, don’t cry.  It’d be the first time in your life that you’d be useful.”

The soulless serrated knife continues cutting into Whumpee’s fingers, tearing flesh apart, and the bone saw exposes yellow marrow as Whumpee screams.  Whumper wipes the sweat off of their forehead.  Their forearm leaves a bloody streak beneath their brown bangs.

“S-Stop, please…  I’ll d-do anything!  Just make it stop!”

“No can do,” Whumper hums, cutting off the seventh finger, a Chesire cat’s grin spread across their face as they get to work on the eighth finger.

#whump writing #finger whump #hand whump

[lenorethequietbookkeeper]

What would Caspian do if someone told him "what is a pirate but a wet cowboy"

That person five seconds later

#zop #zombiesofpythonel #answered ask #shitpost hours #caspian #ooc #finger tw #finger trauma #fake violence #violence tw #saw tw #finger whump #ig???? #look id rather be safe than sorry lol

[generic-whumperz]

OUCH your finger ;-; hope it feels better today! Similar thing happened to me a few weeks ago, but for some reason it didn't bruise like yours did.

Thinking about a Whumper doing this to their poor Whumpee is a very ironic distraction though

Oh man! Glad yours didn’t bruise like mine! Yeah idk why this looks so bad, it stopped hurting after the first day, but it’s still sore. I hope my nail doesn’t fall off because, ew gross.

Finger whump is a classic, I forget about how much it sucks to get finger (or hand) damage until it happens.

Blood started oozing from under my nail little bit ago when I was working, gross pics below lol.

#tw blood #gross finger #finger whump #bloody nail

[cupcakes-and-pain]

Rat: Chapter 11

Photographer POV time. Also, this has a lot of warnings but almost nothing happens in it I’m sorry. Jai has just seen some shit

CW: mentions of kidnapping, mention of animal abuse/trafficking, mentioned cannibalism, mentioned vivisection, extreme finger whump, blood, bruises, mentioned nudity, a lot of mentioned crimes, crying, mentioned nudity

Mastesrlist

———

Jai was not one to complain, but they really weren’t liking this new job.

It wasn’t the pay. Actually, the money was a lot and it was always on time, which was a problem that often came up when you were a freelance photographer in a crime-filled city.

No, it wasn’t the money. It wasn’t even the area or the customer, although both were pretty crime-heavy.

No, it was the subject matter that they were supposed to do that bothered Jai. Which was odd for them, usually they weren’t bothered by anything. They had taken pictures and videos of arson, grand theft auto, kidnapped people, dead bodies, organs, drugs, poison, and a lot of other stuff that their clients wanted. They had helped make ransom notes, illegal sales, and even trafficked a baby polar bear once (although they did really regret that one). Nothing phased them anymore.

Or so they thought.

But then Virginia Diaz-Hills had requested their services after getting a recommendation from a friend, and so they showed up to see… Rat.

Well, it wasn’t just Rat, there were so many of prisoners there. So many victims of extreme torture, kept alive so that they could go through a fate so much worse than death. Virginia had made a lot of enemies.

According to one of the employees, Virginia was no stranger to vivisection and cannibalism, so. There was that.

During the tour, she pointed out the old photographer. He was missing some of his fingers. His bandages were due for a change, the blood seeping through them and running down his arms. Apparently, he had tried to tell someone about what was going on in this place.

Virginia gave Jai a pointed look when she was explaining this.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Ms. Diaz-Hills. I’ve been working very close with the crime business since I was 14. I’m not about to run to the law. My lips are sealed.”

“They better stay that way, or else. But if you are as good as everyone says you are, then you should be fine.”

“Of course, Ms.”

Jai could keep their lips sealed, that wasn’t the problem. Keeping their lunch down, on the other hand, well.

But they had to do this. The money was so good, they couldn’t lose this opportunity. And it was only for a few more months until Virginia could find a permanent photographer.

Jai could do this. They had seen worse, hadn’t they?

They had to do this. For Ayan. For Papa. They had to.

Then why couldn’t they get the image of Rat crying as he bled, naked and covered in slashes and bruises, out of their mind?

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