#fairy collector whumper

[dump-o-whump]

bug — aria picrew!!

i did this for fish so i thought i’d do it for bug too, since i’ve already posted picrews for mine and red market :)

here she is <3

[secretlythegodofdesire]

Ideas 1

Fairy Whump

Just the poor little things trapped in a glass jar, using every force they can to try to push it off the shelf, only to be caught in hand by whumper, getting a condensing finger wave.

This butterfly collectors, but with fairy wings, being kept alive just for a couple days, before use are smushed into a glass case, suffocated before you die

Being able to choke the fairy whumpee with your pinkie finger, it is a power play

Holding them by their wing, or even taking the wings off, by hand

Whumpee doesn't know what to do with themselves, they are completely at Whumper's mercy now

They can't fly away from any of this, they have to walk, but everything is just so big so far.

Idk where I was going with this, tell me if you want more of these!

[dump-o-whump]

Bug — 5.5: Countryside

this is gonna be fun<3 (also @augustwritingchallenge)

content: tiny/fairy whumpee, lady whump, defiant whumpee, fairy collector/hunter whumper, begging, failed escape attempt

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The countryside is calm.

At least, that’s what most people think. They think of tranquil walks through forests, quaint little cottages tucked away from society, adorable free-range farms.

Aria doesn’t think of that. She thinks of freedom.

The next time Mr Adams unpinned her, she didn’t bolt. She neatly sat herself in the jar and smiled obediently up at him. She had a plan, a plan that relied on her having his complete trust. So she had to play the long game and be good.

He grinned, clearly none the wiser.

“Ah, so you’ve finally decided to start behaving yourself, have you?” He cooed as he brought her to his face, so close his breathing clouded the glass. Aria stood up and pressed her hands against the side of the jar, nodding gently and smiling radiantly.

Yes, she muttered. He didn’t react — he never reacted when she spoke, no matter what she said — but she didn’t mind. As long as he knew she agreed, she was happy.

“Maybe I should take you outside again.” He mused. Bingo. “I do want you to see the outside world, of course. Even bugs like you deserve it.”

Aria gritted her teeth at that. I’m not a goddamn bug, and if you call me that again I swear to god I’m actually gonna—

She took a deep breath in. Stay calm. It’ll all be worth it in the end.

Aria nodded quickly and sat down again, forcing herself to look surprised at the notion. Mr Adams looked her up and down with his giant eyes before nodding to himself.

“You seem enthusiastic,” He muttered, “Don’t get any escape ideas, though. It doesn’t take much for me to crush you, and it would be damn fun.”

She shook her head aggressively. No, you don’t have to do that, don’t worry! You won’t have to do that, I promise. She shouted it, but she didn’t mean a word. Her escape plans didn’t stop for a second. She wanted her freedom more than anything, and she was ready to do anything to get it.

It’d only been a few weeks with this nut job and she was already desperate to leave. She hated him. She hated his stupid voice, his stupid punishments, his stupid games. She hated more than anything that she was scared of him. He had hurt her, but he was a human. Her village was right — humans were the worst thing ever.

“Well then. Let’s go, shall we?”

She nodded and tried to conceal how pathetic she felt. Just like every time, he smiled and believed her false enthusiasm. It was kinda funny. That lifted her spirits slightly.

He carried her across the room, walking gently and slowly to make sure she wasn’t hurt. Despite it all, he was always considerate like that — when he wasn’t torturing her or threatening to rip her wings off, he was kind and thoughtful. Another thing she hated about him.

“I’m going to take you outside now. We’re in the countryside, so they’ll be lots of space for you to fly about. But, if f you try to escape, I will catch you, and I will make you regret it.”

Alright, I get it, don’t rub it in. She muttered.

The door opened, warm light cascaded in, and Aria grinned. She could see a forest. It wasn’t hers, sure, but it was an opportunity. Once she was out there, she was basically home. All she needed was a distraction.

“Now.” Mr Adams said, grinning, “Have fun.”

He unscrewed the lid of the jar and Aria immediately shot out. She flew around his head, stretching her wings and getting out all of her bottled-up excitement. He laughed quietly as he watched her.

Thank you! She smiled. The hatred for him that she pumped herself full of was starting to dissipate. Sure, he hurt her a lot, but now he was giving her a taste of freedom. That definitely isn’t the worst treatment.

“Oh, would you look at that. Time’s up.”

Before she could process what was happening, Aria saw Mr Adams’ hand reaching for her wings. She squealed in anticipation for the pain. Fight or flight kicked in, and she chose flight. It was now or never.

She bolted herself forward and as far away from him as she could get. He screamed something, running after her, but he was no match for her speed. She felt herself grinning wildly as she felt the wind rushing through her hair and saw herself getting closer to true freedom.

Then, it all stopped.

She felt herself falling, falling, falling towards the ground.

Something had hit her.

She fell hard. Her wings didn’t work, no matter how hard or desperately she beat them, so she didn’t stop until she hit the grass. In her peripheral vision, she saw Mr Adams rushing over to her. His face was red and his eyes were wide with rage. Terror coursed through her. She was paralysed, whether it was in fear or because of the projectile she couldn’t tell. She could feel everything and nothing.

No, no, no. I’m so close. Please, I got so close.

Mr Adams panted as he scooped her crumbled body up, sneering over her as she pleaded with broken lungs. “Got you.”

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this is also very bad because i’m writing it at 12:57am :)

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