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Hear me out: small fairies used like barbie dolls for you to dress up, and play with as you please. You can do what you want with them, they won't get away. And all their accessories would be so tiny and cute.

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Remember to make space for the heteros this month too - yes, really.

Lesbians who became straight men

Gay men who became straight women

All straight drag artists (note that not all of them are cis!)

People with complex identities who thusly encompass multiple orientations (like genderfluid and multigender people who, yes, are sometimes straight, or even simultaneously with other labels)

Hetero aro and ace people. Especially. Seriously.

People with fluid orientations

Gnc people who find joy in their straightness

Many queer people are also straight. Queerness is note solely reliant on gayness. These people too, are a part of pride. Remember that.

[All discourse attempts will be swiftly blocked. Exclusionists fuck off]

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a slightly belated happy pride to every aromantic, every asexual, and every person in between. we are such an incredibly important part of the lgbtq+ community and i hope you all have a wonderful pride month!

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08. Whumpuary

Muffled Screams | Hostage | “You look awful"

Takes place quite far out in the future. If ever in doubt about the timeline, just check Kai's hair. The longer it is, the longer he's been with Kyriel. He has a short warrior cut whenhe's first taken and he never gets more than just a maintenance trim ever since.

CW: captivity, gore, torture, lab whump, emotional whump, minor character death

There were screams, loud and screeching, coming down the hall.

Kai pushed his palms against his ears, breathing raggedly through his teeth. The sounds of agony seeping through no matter what he did, no matter how he shook.

One week. It had been one week of this, forced to listen and hear it all. The captured human commanders, from Kyriel’s last excursion south, the angel having led the charge himself to make sure to have preys to bring him back, screaming themselves hoarse on the monster’s table, Kyriel taking off their limbs, their organs, one by one.

I will take away your hope. Your dignity. Everything you might still cling to.

That, evidently, included Kai’s hope for a safe resolution for the human lands. The boy remembering how Kyriel had laughed, and laughed, when he had tried to convince him to let the human principates be now that he had him once again. To let them surrender, at least.

They, love, kept you away from me. He had smiled, the monster, all teeth. They will bleed for it.

Kai closed his eyes, biting his lips. He pushed his palms on his ears, trying to filter out the howls, the screeching, coming from the lab next door. Curling up, small and collared, in the too small cage Kyriel had pushed him in - his wings pushing against the metal bars, no hope to stretch out.

One week. It had been one week of this. One week of being forced to listen to the muffled screams, the pleads, the snarls and the sobs of the Princes Kai had fought side to side to, his allies and friends - until they fell silent, one by one, and Kyriel dragged the next one on the table. Kai unable to do anything but curl his fingers on the metal bars of the cage, to plead with his eyes alone - for Kyriel had silenced him, of course, as soon as he had started to scream at him to stop, please-

The boy flinched, hearing the sound of instruments being dropped over the metal table. The gargling begging of a dying man, the awful, wet squelching of open flesh.

He lifted his head up, muted, his vision filling with blood. Kyriel poking his head out of the lab door, smirking at him.

“God, you look awful, sweet.” The angel smiled, nightmarishly. Black eyes glinting like obsidian, blood splattered over his too pale face. “Want to join me here?”

Kai watched him with exhausted desperation, knowing what was being put in offer on the table.

He nodded, duty chafing above all.

It was worth enduring Kyriel’s delighted smile, his awful pride, for the knowledge that, at least, he’d be able to make it quicker for his friends if he was the one holding the scalpel, the knife.

Kai and Kyriel Masterlist | Whumpuary 2024 Masterlist

Taglist: @suspicious-whumping-egg @forthetaintedsorrow-whump @flowersarefreetherapy @enigmawritesstuff @sunshiline-writes @burnticedlatte

I am not very happy with this piece but done is better than perfect, and things need to be let go eventually. Right? Right. (also what are hands?)

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Hoestly, I really don't know if I should be posting my story on AO3 or not (T△T)

I've had the worst experience with their support team over the past years (was talked down to in emails that weren't automated), and just got an email about a test fic I had uploaded.

On one hand I'm glad I got it, because I'd completely forgotten about it, so at least I could delete it, but on the other they said they put a warning on my account, and I write pretty NSFW stories, I don't want AO3 to take them down (´TωT`)

I have backups and all, but it's the censorship I'm worried about (゜゜;) especially after the incident where they fired a staff member who had a Palestine flag in their bio ...

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Dragon Whump Idea

In a fantasy world where dragon shifters exist, and have been enslaved by humanity through magical means, their regeneration power is used to permanatly implant saddles, weapons, etc into their flesh.

When they change into human form, whatever is on them changes with them through magic, and allows to basically have armour at all times, or be able to transform into a means of transportation within seconds.

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I'm here to offer a sci-fi twist on this.

A giant alien is being chained up and eaten as it regenerates, as you've described, but then the human colony it was meant to feed dies out (maybe from an epidemic, maybe from food poisoning that stemed from something going wrong with the alien's feed). Last thing they did before fully dying was sending out a distress signal.

The giant alien remains locked up for years if not decades. Slowly its meat regenerates back onto its bones, its blood returns to its veins, and it internal organ start functioning as they should. Except it is starving. The tiny creatures that were feeding it are gone, and although this means the torture has stopped too, it can no longer eat.

And it sits there for decades, in a perpetual state of non-living. It tries to escape, but it's restraints were build in a way where it can't scratch or chew it's libs off. It tries, oh, it tries, and it's almost more painfull than when the tiny humans were ripping its flesh apart, and it doesn't work.

But that distress signal, someone has picked it up, and eventually another ship full of tiny humans lands on this colony.

They find the alien, which at thus point is too weak to fight back, or talk (despite knowing the human language after decades of serving as their main foodsource). So it's forced to lay there, waiting in agony, as this new group of humans decides what to do with it.

I always see this pretty common g/t horror trope (and sci fi trope in general) about something Big and Scary coming to a colony of Littles (usually humans) and subsequently using them as a farm source for food despite having to eat like 50 people for a single meal or whatever

But what about the reverse?

Depending on the size, a giant could easily feed an entire city of tinies, never mind the fact that if they only take chunks at a time then their meat source could continually regenerate. 5-10 giants could sustain a full country whereas hundreds of tinies would only fill up on giant for a couple days. Remember those gnarly movies where a character would get swarmed by insects and be cleaned down to the bone in a matter of minutes?

"well the giant could easily kill the tinies--" sure, initially, yeah. But you get locked in a room with 500 hungry rats, your chances aren't great even if you reduce it down to 300 before you give out because of their constant attacks.

Can you imagine the horror of realizing you're about to become a living food source, continually and painfully harvested by little chunks at a time to ensure your meat stays fresh and you can heal parts of it back? Being kept alive by the bare minimum, helpless and restrained in some foreign place, kept in the most inhumane conditions because you're nothing more than a supersized livestock? Given injections and specialized feed that are only meant to make you tastier, regardless of how they actually affect your health?

Unsure of the day you'll finally be slaughtered by something smaller than your fist, losing parts of yourself down to the bone, having less and less hope that you'll be rescued while hearing the consumption of your friends just a few bays away. And that's only if you're being used in an intelligent society that can keep you locked up for manufactured processing. There's very much a chance you could simply be held down and devoured bite by bite by a colony of tiny things in either 20 minutes or 20 hours.

At least in that case, you could hope that after a few days of open wounds, your meat would spoil enough that they'd stop eating whatever is left of you and grant you the mercy of escape. If you don't succumb to the infections.

Oh and that's just being eaten like nibbling on a chicken wing. Do I even need to mention being eaten from the inside out?

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Just thinking about a low-key conspiracy theory that the Deep State officials of the world live on a substance found in human blood called adrenachrome. Basically a hyped version of adrenaline that can only be harvested when the human (preferably a young one) in in extreme pain.

So, post-apocalyptic sci-fi whump, anyone? Teenagers getting kidnapped and tortured for their blood to be filtered and drunk by undercover political freaks?! Heeeellll yeah!!!!!!!😈😈😈😈😈

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I always see this pretty common g/t horror trope (and sci fi trope in general) about something Big and Scary coming to a colony of Littles (usually humans) and subsequently using them as a farm source for food despite having to eat like 50 people for a single meal or whatever

But what about the reverse?

Depending on the size, a giant could easily feed an entire city of tinies, never mind the fact that if they only take chunks at a time then their meat source could continually regenerate. 5-10 giants could sustain a full country whereas hundreds of tinies would only fill up on giant for a couple days. Remember those gnarly movies where a character would get swarmed by insects and be cleaned down to the bone in a matter of minutes?

"well the giant could easily kill the tinies--" sure, initially, yeah. But you get locked in a room with 500 hungry rats, your chances aren't great even if you reduce it down to 300 before you give out because of their constant attacks.

Can you imagine the horror of realizing you're about to become a living food source, continually and painfully harvested by little chunks at a time to ensure your meat stays fresh and you can heal parts of it back? Being kept alive by the bare minimum, helpless and restrained in some foreign place, kept in the most inhumane conditions because you're nothing more than a supersized livestock? Given injections and specialized feed that are only meant to make you tastier, regardless of how they actually affect your health?

Unsure of the day you'll finally be slaughtered by something smaller than your fist, losing parts of yourself down to the bone, having less and less hope that you'll be rescued while hearing the consumption of your friends just a few bays away. And that's only if you're being used in an intelligent society that can keep you locked up for manufactured processing. There's very much a chance you could simply be held down and devoured bite by bite by a colony of tiny things in either 20 minutes or 20 hours.

At least in that case, you could hope that after a few days of open wounds, your meat would spoil enough that they'd stop eating whatever is left of you and grant you the mercy of escape. If you don't succumb to the infections.

Oh and that's just being eaten like nibbling on a chicken wing. Do I even need to mention being eaten from the inside out?

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oh, oh, to add to the laced drink trope, bonus points for when the whumpee knows it's laced (like you said), but also voluntarily drinks it because they know the consequences of not doing so will be much worse!

Nothing but psychological pressure...

A trope I adore: not only a drugged Whumpee, but the act of drugging Whumpee.

Pinning Whumpee’s arm to the ground or a table, keeping them still enough to push the needle into their arm

Causing a sharp, sudden pain that makes Whumpee cry out, their mouth opened just long enough to shove a pill inside—then holding a hand over Whumpee’s nose and mouth until they swallow or suffocate

Forcing Whumpee to drink something they know is laced (or don’t)

Waving a strong chemical beneath an unconscious or exhausted Whumpee’s nose, and watching the effects hit their system almost immediately

Making Whumpee finish a suspiciously chalky meal

Restraining Whumpee and hooking them up to a constant drip of fluids meant to keep them docile. Bonus: Whumpee fighting tooth and nail to keep the needle from their arm because they know—once it’s in, there’s no chance to escape

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I lost access to my other blog (ToT)

This is Citron_Citron from AO3. I will patch up the looks of this blog eventually, and I'll try to be more active as well! (*^-^*)

(I have time for that now, I'll explain more on the next soldier and fox update) (^_^)