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Okay hear me out, ransom videos that are not ransom videos. Whumper just sending a clip of whumpee screaming, or bound in a chair, or anything else, your pick, and not saying anything. No demands, no nothing. Just this video popping up in caretaker's inbox out of nowhere after they've spent months searching for whumpee and were right about to give up.

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A character having no choice but to leave an injured/ill companion in order to go seek help, setting them up as comfortably as possible in the best shelter possible and promising they'll be back as quickly as possible but still having to walk away from their vulnerable companion and the companion having to watch, helplessly, as they walk away.

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Money is extremely tight right now, so I’m putting this back out there again in the hopes that it gets some hits. Sharing is appreciated!

Art Commissions

For the first time, I am trying out art commissions! To start out I’ll be opening two slots, just so that I can gauge interest and figure out my pacing. If there is interest past those two, I can start a waiting list of people to contact when I’m ready to open up more slots!

You can see examples of my art style above (click for better quality). I work from photos, but if you don’t have a photo face claim of your OC that’s alright! I can work with you to find something that works for both of us.

As stated in the picture, prices range from $30-35 depending on details like hair style/type. I’ll let you know the final price asap after seeing your character refs.

Not interested in/can’t get a commission right now? That’s alright! I’d appreciate a reblog so I can reach a wider audience.

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In case anyone's interested... American Akita Shadi being best PTSD service dog for her girl

Shadi and her German Shepherd brother Dante being good puppers for their girl and boy

imagine whumpee getting a service dog and just then realising how much their craved support

imagine whumpee reuniting with their pet, and their dog sees no difference in its best friend, no matter the injuries

imagine a search and rescue dog finding whumpee, barely clinging onto life amongst the rubble; it hurts to move, but they still pet their saviour as a thank you

imagine whumpee coming back to their senses to something wet touching their cheeks; they crack their eyes open, and see their dog licking their face (i’m a sucker for such scenes, please, i need more of them)

imagine whumpee frustrated and tired, tired of fighting, of unsuccessful therapy, of constant stress; they’re on a verge of a breakdown, but a cool nose boops them on the hand, and they just know they can’t be mad right now

imagine whumpee finally having a chance to sleep, to have some decent rest, and their dog guarding them

imagine whumpee petting a dog for the first time ever; perhaps they’ve been afraid for their whole life but that good boy/girl shows them not all dogs are like those that hurt them

are you imagining? are you seeing what i’m seeing? isn’t it beautiful?

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Imprisoned Part 1

Sometimes I practice my English writing with some little whumpy stories.

Most of them are from an older version of my comic "Arindia no Densetsu" in which Nuray was brainwashed/mind controlled by Salima and forced to fight Nicola.

Nuray does break free from the mind control a couple of times and everytime Salima is delighted to break him once again. Lots of whump in that.

This is the prologue of the first story.

TW: blood

Tropes: fantasy whump, mindcontrol, forced to fight caretaker, living weapon, lovers to enemies, also lady whump albeit not intentional

This can be considered the prologue.

The screeching sound of clashing metal echoed in the valley. The princesses had attacked one of Salima's bases, eager to claim back land they had lost to the Shadow elf empress' forces a week prior. It was of strategical importance as it was the safest route to deliver goods to the Princesses' forces stationed farther up north - or at least it used to be before Salima had taken control over it.

Needless to say, the princesses weren't going to let her just do as she pleased. She knew. Some might even say, she wasn't interested in the valley but was only after the joy and entertainment of another bloody battle - especially if she was to prepare a little surprise.

Fully-well knowing that the princesses would join the battle themselves to avoid casualties, she sent her most valuable resource to face them: Nuray! She was sure the princess of air in particular will be delighted to see her beloved Guardian elf again.

It didn't take long for Nicola to spot his blond hair on the battlefield, between the dust stirred by the fight. His sword struck down one enemy after the other. She knew he was here for a reason, that their meeting wasn't a coincidence. And that he wasn't going to recognize her. He was well under Salima's mind control, otherwise he would have long let go of this madness and returned to her.

Weapon drawn, ready to defend herself if she had to, she approached him, getting a better view at him with each step through the fog.

He noticed her and, much to her surprise, did not attack immediately. He just stared at her, his sword stuck in a lump body.

Even if he was mind-controlled, she knew he hated to kill and once he broke out of it, would blame himself for everything that had happened. Every single death through his sword would just drive the shame deeper into his heart. He had to snap out of it.

Her eyes locked in with his, an empty gaze with no emotion in it. Blankly, he stared back at her, pulling his sword out of the body with an audible smack that echoed painfully in Nicola's ears. Blood sprayed the ground.

He took a step in her direction.

"Nuray…", she started, lowering her weapon. He wasn't going to attack, was he? Something kept him from it. His fingers clasping the hilt of his sword trembled. Then he plunged at her, weapon drawn, ready to strike. She dodged, surprised by his sudden attack, yet he sliced her upper arm, drawing blood that crept down her petite skin.

She spun around, ready to block another attack, but he had stopped mid track, back facing her.

His body shivered as he slumped to his knees, hand grabbing his head. A groan escaped his lips, then barely audible words.

"Ni…Nicola…"

He slammed his sword into the ground, while he fought for control over his body.

"Nuray!" Nicola was with him in an instant, placing a hand on his shoulders. "I'm here! You can do it! Break free! This is not you!"

He lifted his head and his eyes met hers. They weren't empty anymore. Nicola knew he was about to free his mind, she saw it deep within. What could she do to help? He was in so much pain, his brows furrowed, teeth clenched. There had to be something.

Another groan cut her train of thoughts short. With breathtaking speed, he pulled the sword from the blood-soaked earth and slashed at her. She managed to grab her weapon to block the blow but stumbled backwards, a second blow knocked the weapon from her hands, tossing it into the battle field, far out of reach.

She found herself defenseless, backed against a wall, the tip of his sword at her throat. She felt the cold metal, scratch her skin. Nuray still grasped his face with one hand, covering his left eye, while his right eye stared empty at her from behind his bangs, teeth clenched but not in pain. His lips formed a mad grin.

Salima had regained control over him.

"It's me, Nuray. Please", she begged, while the blade cut threateningly deeper into her skin. He didn't respond. She gulped, unable to back away. A tear escaped the corner of her eye. It could not be!

Time was running agonizingly slow as they stood motionlessly, their gazes locked.

Apparently, he wasn't completely gone yet! Otherwise, he'd done something. Struck her down, taken her prisoner, anything…

Slowly she moved closer to him. The blade slid over her neck, drawing a few drops of blood. He could have taken her life right here and there, yet, he did not.

Eventually, she had reached him, his expression void of any emotion, but his eyes had never let gone of hers. She raised a hand to put it on his face, her thumb caressing his cheek. Maybe there was a chance to help him break out. She had to try!

Tenderly she pulled him slightly closer, then their lips met. She felt his muscles twitch. He gradually lowered his sword.

A figure emerged next to her.

She broke free from the kiss to spin around and face the enemy.

Larim! How long had he been there well hidden in the dust?

"Nice to meet you again, your highness", he spit, every single word drooling of repulsion.

She could not respond quickly enough before he knocked her out with a swoop of his fist. Everything turned black. The last thing she heard was Nuray slumping to the ground, releasing a painful groan.

Next: Imprisoned Part 2.1

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To celebrate the upcoming valentines day (and also the fact that there are now over 100 of you out there following me) I'm holding my first free YCH raffle for the whump community!

What's being raffled?

The finished art will be a greyscale rendered sketch of any two characters you want, in the poses seen above. Any body types, outfits, hair, etc. are fine. You can also:

customize the restraints and gag

add injuries/bruises/blood

change the expressions

make it NSFW

add speech bubble/s

Rules:

To enter, please reblog this post. That's all!

You don't have to be following me to enter (but I plan to do more of these, and I post cool whump stuff sometimes so, yknow, you could.)

The raffle will end on February 14th, and one winner will be drawn via a random name picker. The draw will happen around 4pm GMT (10am CST).

I will DM / send an ask to the winner to let them know they've won. They then have 24 hours to confirm, or I'll pick a new name.

[Optional] Add in your reblog tags what character/s you'd like to see in this precarious position!

Thanks as always for enjoying the stuff I post here. And good luck to everyone who enters! 🦎

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OC List

Rogue

Main Whumpee -

Nyx

(I can't remember the picrew I used, if someone knows it please share)

She was a youngling when the Nashann's world changed forever. Since then, she's been trained as her mother's weapon, waiting for the day that she can enact their revenge against the royal family.

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Caretaker/Whumpee -

Kallias

(picrew unknown)

Raised in the shadows of so many great leaders before him, Kallias only wants to make his parents and people proud and be the best king that he can be when his time comes. But the Aelinai's dark past with the Nashann haunts them all, and he can't help but wonder if there's more to the story than what he's been told.

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Caretakers? -

King Baelor

(picrew unknown)

As the ruler of the Aelinai, Baelor does his best to be a fair and generous leader, taking lessons from both the good and bad deeds of his ancestors.

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Queen Evren

(picrew unknown)

A devoted wife and mother, Evren enjoys doting on her only son while standing firm by her husband's side, helping him make the tough decisions required of royalty.

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Whumpers -

Lady Inaksha

(picrew unknown)

The Aelinai took her husband and son from her. They need to pay, and she has the vision and the determination to make it happen, no matter what it takes.

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Nanki

(picrew unknown)

As Nyx's older sister, Nanki doesn't understand why she wasn't chosen to carry out their mother's plan of revenge. She was already a soldier in the war, she could have done a much better job. She's always seen her little sister as just a pest, and that will never change.

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Neutral -

Lord Nyrik

Nyx's father, who was killed after taking out the Aelinai king.

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Ekan

(picrew unknown)

Nyx's oldest brother, who died in battle.

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Kiaan

(picrew unknown)

Nyx's older brother

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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

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Rogue - Chapter Two - Banished

This was written for the Whumplovers' Collaborate WhumpMonth event...I just didn't quite get it finished in time ha.

Taglist: @whumplovers-collaborate

Rogue Masterlist | Previous

Day 21: What Doesn’t Leave You - Exhaustion / Old wound still hurts / Hallucinations

Contains: lady whump, non-descriptive whump of a minor (teenager-ish), referenced amputation, mild gore, blood, aftermath of war, loss of personal belongings, original fantasy races

The day that the Aelinai soldiers arrive is etched into her memory. Their giant wings momentarily block out the sun as they swoop down from above, landing gracefully and quickly surrounding the entire town. Nyx cowers in the doorway of the manor, staring in awe. She’s never actually met an Aelinai before. They don’t venture this direction very often, preferring their own city on the seashore. She wants desperately to touch one of their feathery wings, but doesn’t dare even cross the threshold.

Her mother, on the other hand, marches straight past her and out into the open, chin up and chestnut hair glinting in the sunlight. The Nashann don’t usually spend time outdoors at this time of day, it’s far too bright. Nyx is usually asleep right now. But when the members of your clan are dying by the dozens, your father has been captured by the enemy, and that enemy’s army is coming to your home, schedules are the last thing on anyone’s mind.

The other leading clan members and the few Nashann soldiers that remained to guard the town fan out around Lady Inaksha as she comes to a halt in the center of the square. An equal number of Aelinai soldiers meet them there. Nyx has to squint to be able to look anywhere near their shining armor.

“I am Commander Eiran, and I speak on behalf of Queen Farren.” The man in front removes his helmet as he loudly addresses the gathered crowd. He’s shorter than her mother, but his grey wings that he keeps spread wide make him seem so much bigger. “Lord Nyrik has fallen. What is left of your army has surrendered. This war is over.”

It isn’t news to any of them. This is only the official declaration, but it’s been obvious for days now that the Nashann were losing, even if Nyx can still scarcely believe it.

She’d always thought her father was invincible. And it doesn’t seem right, that he should take down the tyrant king but still somehow be defeated. Killing the king should have been the victory.

“The Nashann have lost the trust of Her Majesty forevermore,” the commander continues. “Therefore, she has decreed that all of you be banished from this place.”

Gasps and cries rise from those gathered behind Nyx in the manor, and from other doorways around the square. A numbness falls over Nyx. Banished? They have to leave their home? But…she and her mother and brother and sister…they didn’t do anything wrong. None of them but Nanki were even a part of the war. And where will they go?

“Where is it that you expect us to go?” her mother echoes her thoughts aloud, voice much calmer than Nyx’s would have been. Only the slight twitch of her long claws gives away her agitation. “Our clan has lived in this kingdom as long as the Aelinai have. Just because your people claim the right to rule the land, will you run us from our only home? Send us begging to other kingdoms for shelter?”

“You brought this on yourselves when you decided to assassinate the king,” the commander shoots back, anger in his voice. “Where you go is none of our concern, as long as it is not here. Arcycea is no longer your home.”

A chilling silence falls over the square. Even Lady Inaksha seems to have nothing to say in reply. There are tears building up in Nyx’s eyes, but she blinks them quickly away so she doesn’t miss anything.

Commander Eiran turns, addressing the Nashann lingering on all sides. “Gather your things, whatever you can carry. Everyone must gather here, in this spot, and my men and I will escort you north as far as the Forest of Bythareos. From there, you may decide which border to cross.” 

For a moment, no one moves. The commander throws his hand in the air, his wings flaring as he shouts, “Go!”

Nyx jolts a little and shrinks back from the doorway. She feels like she should be obeying the man, but her mother is still out there. She’s the one who will tell her what to do. 

As the other Nashann scurry away, Lady Inaksha stares down the commander for a long moment. Then, slowly, she turns, speaking to the clan leaders in a voice that 

Nyx can’t make out. One by one, they give small bows before walking off in the direction of their homes. Lady Inaksha, head still held high, does the same.

Nyx looks up at her as she enters the manor. “Mother…?” she murmurs, eyes wide and fearful. Her mother will know what to do. Surely they’re not going to do what this man wants. He can’t just make them leave…can he?

“Go and collect your things,” Lady Inaksha snaps without even glancing at her. “Do as you’re told.”

Shrinking back, Nyx hurries off, eyes on the ground and a sinking feeling in her stomach. Her mother is just…going to do what he says. They’re going to leave. She’s never gone farther than the fields outside of town before, never even heard of the forest the commander mentioned. 

And how does she even go about collecting her things? Her room is full of knick knacks and mementos, not to mention her clothes and books and toys. She doesn’t have a bag big enough to fit it all in. Maybe they’ll be able to come back and get whatever is left behind. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know anything about what’s happening right now, and it’s making her want to cry. 

She starts with what’s most important, in her mind. Rolls up her favorite clothes as small as they can get so that she can stuff more inside, flitting back and forth from her wardrobe to her shelves as she tries to decide what she’ll miss more. The bag fills up far too quickly. As she struggles to fit one more item inside, looking around at everything that’s left, Nyx loses the fight with her tears.

Her sister Nanki pokes her head through the door as she passes, scowling. “Stop being pathetic. You don’t see any of the rest of us crying, do you?” She eyes the bulging bag that Nyx is trying her best to fasten shut, pointed claws scrabbling at the clasp. “You do know you have to carry that, right?”

Nyx’s fingers halt for a moment. She hadn’t thought about that part. She glances up, but Nanki is already gone, so she just swipes her tears away with a frown and gets back to work. 

A few minutes later, she reenters the front room, lugging the heavy bag behind her. Nanki sneers at her, her own bag slung onto her back. “There’s no way you’re making it all the way to Bythareos with all that stuff. You’ll be throwing it out on the side of the road along the way.”

“I’m strong!” Nyx protests, despite her stomach sinking at the thought. “I can handle it!”

“Hush.” Lady Inaksha enters the room, not looking at either of them. She’s carrying two bags, one over each shoulder, which she sets down next to the still-open front door before standing still, staring outside. Her face is unreadable. She’s like a statue, cold and unmoving, not a hint of softness about her.

Nyx leaves her bag and sneaks up next to her mother, wondering what she sees. Out in the square, more Aelinai have gathered, and they’ve set up some kind of tent. Her brows draw together as she watches. What are they doing? Didn’t he say they were leaving right away? Why does it look like they’re getting ready to stay?

“No reason to continue waiting,” Lady Inaksha announces suddenly, though she’s the one everyone else is waiting for. “Let’s get this over with.”

They make a solemn parade, the lady of the manor and her three remaining children, with a few household staff trailing behind. Commander Eiran meets them out in front of the tent. As the rest of the townspeople straggle in, forming a wary mob, he stands with his arms crossed, not meeting anyone’s gaze. 

Once he’s made sure everyone is accounted for, he drops his arms and straightens, though there’s still something off about his expression. “Her Majesty, Queen Farren…has one more requirement for the Nashann.” He glances briefly at Nyx, and she barely resists the urge to cower. “No exceptions.”

Stepping aside, he pulls open a flap of the tent. “The lady and her household will go first, to set an example for the others to follow.”

For a long moment, Lady Inaksha just stares at him, though he still won’t return the look. Her gaze moves to the inside of the tent, which Nyx can’t yet see, and her jaw tightens. 

“Come,” she orders. She steps forward, her children at her heels. 

The moments that follow are mostly a blur in Nyx’s memories. Much of it her mind has blacked out. The details, however, are seared in. 

Her mother’s face, twisted in a way she’s never seen before. 

The grating sound of a saw against bone. 

The blood everywhere.

What she really remembers is the aftermath - dozens of Nashann being marched north, moans and sniffles trickling through otherwise silent ranks. Tears stream continuously down Nyx’s cheeks. This time no one chides her for it. She’s hardly the only one crying now, even if her family’s faces do remain dry. 

Her claws…they’re gone. The Aelinai medics took all of their claws, chopped them off at the bone, just because they can produce venom. It’s not right. They’ve taken away their natural defense, all because they don’t trust the Nashann. Who put them in charge of everyone? Why do they get to decide where a whole clan lives, and take something away that’s a part of them?

It’s not right, and it hurts. Her mangled fingertips are bandaged up, but they throb with every heartbeat. It doesn’t help that she’s heaving her bag in both hands, the weight of it pressing into her fingers and making them feel as if the rest of them might fall off, too. 

She’s exhausted and scared and confused and in more pain than she’s ever felt in her life. The toe of her boot hits a rock in the road. She stumbles with a yelp, nearly falling on her face but managing to only drop the bag and barely stay on her feet. There are spots of blood on the white bandages. Nyx stares down at them and starts to cry even harder, sobs shaking her body.

She expects her mother or Nanki to snap at her any second. Instead, a larger shadow falls over her, grey feathers filling her periphery. Automatically she flinches away, wide, pupiless green eyes staring up at Commander Eiran in fear.

He doesn’t reprimand her for stopping, though. He doesn’t even look at her. All he does is bend over, scooping up her bag like it weighs nothing, and continues to walk. 

Nyx’s breath catches and she starts to hurry after him, fully convinced he’s going to pitch it out into a ditch somewhere. But he shifts it onto his shoulder, getting comfortable, and keeps his gaze straight down the road. Eventually she slows again. Her breath still stutters in her chest as she falls back into pace, watching the Aelinai man - the man who is making sure all these horrible things happen to them - carries her precious belongings like they’re his own.

Forty years later, the heavy confusion she felt in her chest that day has faded. She knows very well that the Aelinai are evil. Commander Eiran only helped her because his guilt got the better of him. 

She hopes that it never, ever left him.

The pain in her fingers eventually faded, too, but it’s still there. Every time she uses her hands, what’s left of her fingertips ache. They’ve all just had to learn to live with it, to adapt to using fingers that are deformed and will never completely heal. 

Every time she feels that pain, she’s reminded of why the royal family needs to die.

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Rogue Masterlist

Series contains: lady whump, war, assassination plots, betrayal, living weapon, abusive parent, romance

Please also check tags/contents on individual chapters.

Story:

Revenge

Banished

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The Shadow of Death - We Will Rise, Part 1

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @whumplovers-collaborate

Shadow of Death Masterlist

Written for WhumpMonth on Whumplovers' Collaborate

Contains: lady whump, noncon drugging, paralysis

She was winning. That’s the most infuriating part. There’s one of her and three of them, but Kamaria was winning until they decided to cheat. 

It’s not that she’s against fighting dirty. Roderick didn’t exactly teach her a code of conduct for fights, he taught her to survive, in whatever way necessary, and to make sure she got the job done in the meantime. But fighting dirty is one thing. Bringing drugs into a fight is another game entirely. 

The pain barely registers at first. It’s nothing like a broken bone or a stab wound, just a tiny prick in her shoulder blade that she ignores until her arm stops cooperating. It works still, technically, but it’s sluggish. She can’t afford for her body not to respond correctly in the middle of a fight like this. Immediately it costs her a punch to the face, sending her stumbling backwards a couple of steps. 

“Not the face!” one assailant shouts.

The puncher waves a hand at him. “Eh, it’ll heal.” 

Their concern over her face would be disturbing if she had the focus to spare for it. But the slightly numb, sluggish feeling is spreading down her side and across her back, so she has to work twice as hard to keep the fight going. 

That’s when a fourth man emerges from the trees. She should have known he was there. Why didn’t she know he was there? She’s supposed to notice every detail - not the ones like tiny bits of pain in her body, pain is made to ignore. But a fourth attacker? Roderick would beat her for a mistake like that. Will beat her, most likely, for getting into this whole fight at all…if she actually makes it back.

Which is starting to look less likely by the second. The fourth man is holding a dart gun in his hands. The pieces begin to connect in her mind - the prick in her shoulder, the numbness - she’s been drugged. 

A mild panic sets in, quickly growing stronger. She has to get out of here, now. Whatever this is, it’s working fast, and pretty soon she’s not going to be able to defend herself at all. And somehow she gets the feeling that killing her is not what they have in mind. 

Her other arm starts to feel heavy. With a shout of exertion, Kamaria forces it into motion anyway, swinging in a wide arc and managing a deep slice across the chest of one man who’d stepped in too close. He slumps forward, eyes widening as his hands press into the blood flow.

The momentary victory spurs her on. Maybe there is a chance of getting out of this, after all. She removes a throwing knife from her gauntlet and slings it at the man with the dart gun, but it slips from her fingers clumsily and entirely misses the mark.

No one is attempting to move in for the kill. The more her body fails her, the more they hang back, wasting time. Just waiting for her to succumb so they can pounce.

Cowards. 

In a burst of anger, she lunges forward, determined to take another of them down. It’s at that exact moment that the drug makes it into one of her legs. Suddenly off balance and stumbling, she crashes sideways into a tree trunk, instinctively swinging her knife out again. The remaining three are playing it smart now, though, hanging back out of her reach. They form a half circle in front of her as she tries desperately to force her body back into motion, watching with eager gazes. 

She’s not going to be able to fight anymore. She’s going to be helpless to stop them from whatever they want to do to her. If she passes out, she won’t even know what was done. If not, she’ll be aware of every bit of it. She’s not sure which is more terrifying. 

Once more, she tries to stand and fight, but her legs give out and she lands on her hands and knees. “Don’t touch me!” she growls immediately, shoving herself back up against the tree. For now, she’s able to hold the knife out, but her whole arm shakes. “I can…still kill you.”

The smirks on her assailant’s faces just grow bigger, and they step in a little closer, predators closing in for the kill. Kamaria’s heart pounds faster with each second. Every bit of her screams, run run run run! but her body won’t cooperate. 

Seconds later, her arm drops to the ground. She stares at it in horror, willing it to lift, pleading for anything in her body to move, but it’s no use. She’s paralyzed.

Her eyes flick back up to her attackers just in time to see them moving in with outstretched hands.

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Ahh yep this is definitely, exactly her!

(Querencia, if anyone’s interested)

A trope I love is when a magic healer/caretaker takes on the injury of the whumpee.

But what if they didn’t tell anybody that was how their power worked. What if everyone thought the damage was healed basically scot-free, aside from the caretaker being a bit exhausted.

The caretaker basically dragging themselves back to their room to bandage themselves up in privacy. All the scars marking their body, they see as a sign of their care. They know it’s destroying them. They know and they can’t stop themselves.

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Give meeeeeee

Ladies in distress. Bound and gagged. Tortured. Hurt in general.

Ladies being whumped FTW!

Reblog if you have ladies being whumped! 👀

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@painful-pooch

One character clutches another protectively close, the other's face pressed into the crook of their neck, shielding that character's view and muffling their distressed noises, as the first character scowls over the top of their head, directing a death-glare toward anyone who so much as thinks about harming another hair on that head, all but snarling like a dog jealously guarding its food with possessive defense for the character cradled in their arms.

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Rogue - Chapter One - Revenge

The start of a new series that I have been planning for quite a while!! I’m very excited for the whump to come on this one. The inspiration for the story comes from a slightly unusual source - gold star if (you haven’t seen me talk about it on discord and) you figure out what that inspiration is at some point along the way.

This was written for WhumpLovers’ WhumpMonth (an ao3 event), alt prompt “Made to Hurt”.

Taglist: @whumplovers-collaborate

Contains: lady whump, living weapon, war, minor character death, assassination, loss of a parent, implied child abuse (because of fantasy race shenanigans the child is actually quite old, but has the maturity of a young teen)

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She’s still a youngling when her world falls apart.

Forty years is plenty old enough to understand some of the whispers in the halls of the manor - the Aelinai king is a tyrant, they say, and even though Nyx isn’t sure what that word means right away, she gathers from the other whispers that he has too much power and chooses bad ways to use it.

According to her father, forty years isn’t old enough to actually be included in any of the conversations on what to do about it, though. Ekan and Nanki are old enough, but no matter how much Nyx begs and tries to weasel the information out of them, they’re immune to their little sister’s wiles and their lips stay sealed. She might be well past her baby years, but she’s still a couple of decades away from being considered an actual adult.

Forty-one years is more than old enough to understand war and death. No one bothers as much to keep the younglings from hearing their chatter when the kingdom is in an uproar. Lord Nyrik killed the king, they say, and Nyx is filled with pride. Her father got rid of the evil king. That’s a wonderful thing, right?

Except Nashanns are being carried into the manor and laid out on the parlor floor, bloody and broken and crying out in pain. Nyx scurries around and does her part, fetching water and bandages for the medics, trying not to let her gaze linger on the grisly wounds and the still, grey faces of the soldiers they didn’t get to in time.

Her father never comes back, nor her oldest brother, Ekan. The news that Lord Nyrik was captured by the Aelinai travels quickly. Immediately executed, most people say, though no one seems to have actually seen it happen.

At forty-one years, her father is dead, her home is ripped away from her, and her life is never the same again.

At forty-two years, she’s old enough to become the key to her mother’s plan for revenge. She doesn’t understand why she’s been chosen when Nanki and even Kiaan are older, but she doesn’t question her mother. They may not be living in a manor anymore, but even in the forest Lady Inaksha is in command, leading the entire Nashann clan in their survival. Nyx admires her strength every day. She wants to be just like her, but her mother tells her that she’s not meant to be a leader.

She is meant to be a weapon.

So she trains with the soldiers, the youngest they’ve ever had among them. She learns to hunt, to wield a knife, to shoot an arrow. She learns to run for miles without faltering, to lift weights that the grown men use.

When she reaches sixty years - finally, officially an adult - she begins her own, personal training under Lady Inaksha’s watchful eye. Here is where she finds the strength that she’s always searched for. She learns to separate herself, to care deeply about her people’s prosperity while understanding that she isn’t truly a part of them. She learns to take pain without bending.

She learns to kill and not care.

Nyx is eighty years when she stands before her mother and siblings, unflinching as Lady Inaksha circles and studies her.

“What are you?”

She stares straight ahead, ignoring the bored looks on Nanki and Kiaan’s faces. “I am a weapon, wielded by your hand.”

“Who is your enemy?”

“King Baelor and all of the Aelinai.”

“What is your purpose?”

“To avenge my father.”

“And how will you do so?”

“I will infiltrate the Aelinai royal family, and I will kill them.”

Lady Inaksha stops in front of her, a smile spreading across her face. “Yes. You are ready.”