#fey whumpee

[whomeidontknowthem]

Eyes on me – an interactive whump story. Part 2.

Previous part. Masterpost. Next part.

Content warning: institutionalized slavery, imprisonment, dehumanizing language, it/its for an unhuman whumpee, pet whump.

"In folklore, any mythical, magical creature is commonly called 'fey'," they book that Lord Teelo had ordered after returning to the inn room said. "It is, of course, a wide misconception that is not accepted in any theory that has even an ounce of respect for itself. Fey is not just another way to say "magical", but a registered phenomenon different from a spirit, a magic-infused animal or a demon, and especially has nothing to do with tiny folk with wings, whose existence is widely refuted…"

It went on and on, an irritatingly salty response siting some previous debates and calling out authors the lord had never heard about. It could be entertaining in its own right – Lord Teelo was anything but impartial to loud grudges and decades old arguments – if not for his lack of experience with the topic rendering the details tedious and the fact that it wasn't idle interest that led him to seeking out the book.

The papers had been signed in half an hour, the impressive sum of money changing hands as the decision had been finalized at the spot. The arrangements had been made immediately after to transport the creature to the lord's summer house. It was to spend its last night at the auction house, and then, in the morning, they would ride – Lord Teelo in his usual carriage and his new property in an impressive cage – towards its new home.

The thrill of the purchase was sure to keep the lord awake, and he decided to spend the time on research. Learning about the kind of thing that came into his possession was paramount – after all, he didn't want it to die before its time because of his ignorance.

"Fey is defined by any reputable source as an otherworldly creature. It does not come with as many defined characteristics as an unsoundly educated person would believe: a creature from another dimension does not have to have wings and three pairs of limbs, though it is not out of the realm of possibility. A fey can look exactly as your regular cattle. The one thing that makes it fey is that it is not from the reality we live in."

The text wasn't very useful. In the two chapters Lord Teelo had managed before throwing the book into his bag and settling in bed, there was an infuriatingly little amount of actual, useful advice. The further he read, the more sure he was: he would have to figure things out by himself.

It was the thrill that came with owning the never before seen creature, one he wasn't even sure was from the same world, one, if it wasn't, that would catch the interest and desire for experiments by mages all over the world.

Now that he thought about it, maybe he should get into contact with a few. Their insight would be valuable either way – the lord was doubtful that the rainbow marks on the creature's skin could be the result of anything but magic, and magic tended to come with complications he wasn't confident he could deal with by himself.

Getting in contact with the sailors who caught the thing was a good idea, too. He'd already asked for the name of their ship and drafted a letter to a good old acquaintance in Froien. She would get the information to him in no time, even if he'll definitely have to show the creature to her afterwards. Keya, as he knew her, was curious beyond all else. Lord Teelo couldn't wait to see her face and the faces of his other acquaintances when they saw the kind of prize he'd gotten. The images of their amazement and barely hidden jealousy made him giddy with anticipation.

He wanted to make the most out of the day, and so was up and in the back garden of the auction house barely an hour after sunrise, despite the morning chill finding its way to his very bones through the layers of fabrics and furs he'd donned. A cart made into a cage with thick iron bars – provided with the purchase, of course, and with how much he'd paid Lord Teelo would be personally offended if it wasn't – was hurriedly readied and brought to the doors of the building.

The sounds of clattering and clinging and human voices burst through the open door before the creature was dragged out. It was the size of a northern wolf, bound and twisted and carried by two cautious servants. It craned its neck and bared its teeth through the muzzle, a wild animal, a scared one, and if not for the lines running down its skin and the weirdly human-like hands – with thumbs even if they were too long to actually be human – Lord Teelo would have taken it for nothing more than a dumb beast. Then it opened its mouth as wide as it could and let out a whole string of sounds – low and guttural and constantly repeating in patterns that made the lord think that it was trying – no, saying something in an unfamiliar, alien language.

He felt his pulse high in his throat, watching the creature as it was pushed inside the cage, chains around its limbs secured and the door locked behind. It kicked and threw itself against the metal only to settle back a moment later, too smart to waste energy on a fight it couldn't win.

And then, it noticed him.

Lord Teelo thought it recognized him – or maybe it was a wishful thinking fueled by the way it stilled and stared and then craned its neck to the side and forward, baring fangs in a display that was chilling even despite the binds. The unblinking yellow of its eyes pierced right through him.

He felt goosebumps creeping up his arms but refused to acknowledge it. He was safe, he reminded himself. It was tied up and helpless. No matter how it bared its teeth and tried to look scary, he was the master.

He stepped forward, lifting a hand up to place at the edge of the cart. The creature glanced at it, then continued staring. The lord smiled, "Hello there."

The creature growled and then said something. Lord Teelo continued soothingly, "No need to be so tense. We'll get to know each other -- you'll get used to me in no time."

In the light of the starting day, its skin didn't look like that startling black he saw in the dim cell. It was more grayish – still dark, though, and still unnatural. The pattern of colorful lines didn't look any less striking. His fingers ached to touch it, to feel if its skin was rough under his touch or as human-like as some of its features were. As the black short fur framing its face and ending in the middle of its back in a sort of haircut. Fey, Lord Teelo thought fervently. It had to be one. It was too strange in some ways and too familiar in others. It had to be a creature from another world. What other explanation could there be?

"Lord Teelo?" A voice came from his side and soon he was regrettably distracted, finishing the transaction and discussing the details. Servants pulled a thick piece of fabric covering the cage from view. Lord Teelo dismissed the pang of regret at their actions, reminding that he was going to have months worth of time to play around with the new toy.

He wondered what it'd be like. How it'd act. Would it be able to learn the human tongue, or prove to be too dumb for it?

He wondered where it would live. And – ah, this was an urgent question, was it not? He should send a letter to make sure it was all taken care of by the time he arrived.

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Mysterious Lotus Casebook (莲花楼) - Whump List

Whumpee : Li Lian Hua played by Cheng Yi, Fang Duo Bing played by Joseph Zeng and Di Fei Sheng played by Xiao Shun Yao

Synopsis : Ten years ago, Li Xiang Yi, the master of the Sigu Sect, dominated with his superior swordsmanship and was a symbol of light in the martial arts world. However, he suddenly disappeared along with Di Fei Sheng, the leader of the Jinyuan Alliance, after they arranged to battle in the East Sea. Ten years later, Li Lian Hua is a countryside doctor who travels dragging around a lotus tower. He accidentally becomes "famous" and gets pulled into the pugilistic world that he no longer wants to have any connections with. (MDL)

Genres : Mystery, Historical, Action

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Li Lian Hua

Ep 1 : Fighting, cuts on his face and chest, veins appear on his arm, stabbed, spitting blood, eyes red, falls into the water — Slammed into a table

Ep 2 : Paralysed briefly — Choked

Ep 3 : Unwell, blue veins, treating himself — (Flashback) Stranded on a beach unconscious, wakes up, blaming himself for the death of many — Walking weakly, collapses, treated, bleeding from the mouth, told he lost almost all his power and is poisoned with no cure in sight, told he only has 10 years to live — (Present) Sword at his neck  — Locked up

Ep 4 : Hands tied — Chained, almost tortured, saved

Ep 5 : Hit by rocks, blood at his mouth, found, concern for him, passes out — Unconscious in bed, wakes up from a nightmare

Ep 6-7 : None

Ep 8 : Hit, holding his chest, spitting blood — Sword at his neck

Ep 9 : (Flashback) Crying — (Present) Grabbing his chest, concern for him — Fails to get up

Ep 10 : (Flashback) Has an allergy to peanuts, red spots on his neck — (Present) Pinned against a column, grabbed by the neck, grabbed a second time 

Ep 11 : Pushed, rolls down, hits a rock, falls into water, bruise on his neck

Ep 12 : Arm in a sling — Crying

Ep 13 : Paralysed — Kinda forced to drink some medicine, feeling uncomfortable, inner power given to him forcefully, blue veins on his neck and hands, in pain, spitting blood — Thrown into a pit full of snakes, bitten multiple times, groaning in pain — Spitting blood

Ep 14-17 : None

Ep 18 : Healing someone, using some power, sweating — Collapses, spitting blood —Coughing, concern for him, passes out — Unconscious in bed, concern for him — Walking unsteadily, vision blurry — Told he only has 4 months left to live — Crying — Has trouble getting up, given inner energy

Ep 19-24 : None

Ep 25 : Falls through a trap — Choked, almost stabbed, saved

EP 26 : Holding his chest, kidnaped — Thrown to the ground, surrounded by monsters — Found on the ground seemingly unconscious, concern for him, is fine, helped up

Ep 27 : Identity revealed to Fang Duobing, collapses, spitting blood, passes out — Wakes up, coughing — Walking unsteadily — Waking up in bed, coughing, told he was unconscious for 3 days — Coughing

Ep 28 : Hit, holding his chest

Ep 29 : None

Ep 30 : Arrested — Poison acting up, unwell, cold, curled up on himself, shivering, concern for him, wrapped in blankets — Wakes up in bed, vision blurry — Loses balance briefly — Blue veins on his neck, fighting, spitting blood, concern for him, in an explosion, helped up, attacked, thrown around, spitting blood, weak on the ground, vision blurry, protected — Unconscious, carried — Unconscious in bed, wakes up, concern for him, can’t get up, shaking, blue veins on his hands, coughing, told to lie down, cold, coughing up blood, passes out — Unconscious in bed, treated — Carried unconscious

Ep 31 : Wakes up — Crying — Coughing, refuses to be saved at the cost of someone else’s life

Ep 32 : Crying

Ep 33 : Crying, spitting blood, collapses to one knee, continues to fight even though the poison is acting up

Ep 34 : Crying — Red and blue veins on his wrist, concern for him

Ep 35 : None

Ep 36 : Captured, chained in prison, wrongful accused, frees himself

Ep 37 : Drops a cup, rubbing his eyes — Stabbed by someone he trusted, spitting blood, passes out — Missing — Prisoner, chained, unconscious — Wakes up, vision blurry, weak, coughing blood, blind

Ep 38 : Still chained, coughing — Choked, coughing — Regains sight, manages to free himself 

Ep 39 : Intense final battle, poison acting up — Learns a shocking truth, teary eyed

Ep 40 : Uses his internal power to save someone, coughing, sweating — Walking unsteadily, collapses to one knee, spitting blood, vision blurry, concern for him, passes out — Wakes up in bed, pulse taken — Spitting blood — Leaves (Dies? Lives? You decide)

Fang Duo Bing

Ep 1 : Drugged, dizzy, passes out 

Ep 2 : None

Ep 3 : Locked up

Ep 4 : Hands tied

Ep 5 : Drugged, passes out

Ep 6-7 : None

Ep 8 : Hit, spitting blood, passes out — Woken up

Ep 9-12 : None

Ep 13 : Hit, spitting blood, collapses to one knee, in pain — Suddenly passes out, unconscious in bed, treated

Ep 14 : Unwell, treated — “Poison” acting up again, in pain

Ep 15 : None

Ep 16 : Cured — Tied up (Comedic)

Ep 17-25 : None

Ep 26 : Has a headache, collapses — Fighting, arm cut, treated, bandaged

Ep 27 : Bombarded, fighting many enemies at once, shoulder cut, saved by Li Lianhua — Feeling betrayed, upset, crying

Ep 28-29 : None

Ep 30 : Drugged — Wakes up tied up with ropes, taken hostage, finally learns that Lianhua is gravely poisoned, grabbed by the neck, freed — Fighting a lot of people at once, injured, holding his side

Ep 31 : Coughing, bleeding from his previous injury, hiding it

Ep 32-34 : None

Ep 35 : Hit, falling through a deep hole, trapped

Ep 36 : Still trapped, fighting, hit, spitting blood

Ep 37-39 : None

Ep 40 : Crying, worried for Li Lianhua

Di Fei Sheng

Ep 1 : Fighting, stabbed in the shoulder, stabbed in the chest, falls into the water 

Ep 2-7 : None

Ep 8 : Poisoned 

Ep 7-12 : None

Ep 13 : Acupuncture performed on him

Ep 14-19 : None

Ep 20 : Stabbed in the stomach, poisoned — Unwell, bleeding, walking unsteadily, passes out, found in the water unconscious — Lost his memories, passes out — Unconscious in bed

Ep 21-24 : None

Ep 25 : Has a headache, poison spreading, treated

Ep 26 : Headache, groaning in pain, collapses

Ep 27 : Headache, poison acting up, stumbling, supported, sweating, cutting the palm of his hand with his sword, cured, passes out — Wakes up in bed, regained his memories but pretends he has not

Ep 28-33 : None

Ep 34 : Poisoned, attacked, bleeding from the mouth, stabbed, both wrists and ankles slashed (tendons broken), bleeding, collapses, bleeding from the mouth — Weak

Ep 35-37 : None

Ep 38 : Prisoner, chained in water, injured, wound touched, wincing, stabbed, spits blood (in the villain face, which was kinda nice), slapped — Freed, carried — Meditating to heal himself, bleeding from the mouth, helped — Trapped

Ep 39-40 : None

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Desire Catcher (2023) - 无眠之境 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : In the world of hypnotism, Lu Feng Ping is known for being one of the country's best hypnotists. Naturally, when the city is rocked by a string of crimes that all seem to be conducted under the influence of hypnotism, it is Feng Ping the police turn to for help. As the officer assigned to the case, Luo Fei has no choice but to consult with Feng Ping. A criminal detective plagued by his own inner demons, Luo Fei is highly suspicious of Feng Ping and his work. Putting their mutual suspicions aside, Feng Ping and Luo Fei take on the case with equal fervor. Working together, the two come to find that something other than their work connects them: a decade-old case that, to this day, has gone unsolved. (MDL)

Whumpee : Lu Feng Ping played by Zheng Ye Cheng (left) • Luo Fei played by Xin Yun Lai (right)

Country : 🇨🇳 China Genres : Thriller, Mystery, Psychological, Crime, Bromance

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • Adapted from the novel "Xie E Cui Mian Shi" (邪恶催眠师) by Zhou Hao Hui (周浩晖) • Right in the first few episode, from the first scene, this show starts with a SA attack of a minor, then continues with cannibalism, and a dead animal .. soooo, yeah, let that set the pace & be cautious going forward • TW : SA, Suicide, Animal Cruelty

Episodes on List : 14 Total Episodes : 24

*Spoilers below*

01 : TW : SA

02 : Luo Fei has a PTSD trauma nightmare

03 : (near end) Lu Feng Ping is thrown to the floor & put in an arm lock

06 : Luo Fei & Feng Ping have a kickboxing match, each getting their share of beatings (song : Two Heroes, by Zheng Yecheng, Xin Yunlai, and Dasang Gyatso)

07 : Luo Fei is drunk asleep, carried

08 : (near end) Feng Ping pushes Luo Fei out of the way of a car, injures his ankle

09 : … continued from previous ep. ... Feng Ping is limping … hospitalized … almost falls off a building saving someone, held by his injured leg.. using his pain to get attention 😆, carried

10 : Luo Fei is in a fight

14 : (at end) Feng Ping detained

15 : [flashback] Fight … [present] Detained, handcuffed, interrogated

16 : Arrested again, handcuffed, interrogated … locks himself in a room, fills it with gas & causes an explosion, Luo Fei knocked to the ground from the explosion

18 : TW : SA

19 : Feng Ping detained again, handcuffed, interrogated … [flashback] fight … thrown to the ground, arm wrenched (comedic) … TW : suicide

21 : Luo Fei attacked by a group with knives, fight, Feng Ping blurry vision, ear ringing, hypnotised into almost stabbing himself, passes out … wakes in hospital

23 : Luo Fei fights a large group … Luo Fei & Feng Ping fight against a large group; Feng Ping beaten with bats

24 : (near end) Imprisoned

[seth-whumps]

Seasonal whump, I guess?

We got 100’s of goldfish in all at once at work and I was stressing, but my friend was like “it’s pond season, it’ll be fine, people will buy them,” so maybe there would be merwhumpees for the summer, dryads for the planting season, ghosts for Halloween and such? And when it’s the off season, these whumpees are either stored in the garden shed like lawn ornaments or traded back in to the exotic whumpee distributor?

@3-2-whump

oh my goodness your mind.

your only chance of escape happens within three weeks of a year. you must be on your best behavior unless you like the stock warehouses. werewolf whumpees getting returned after the full moon, a section for the unwise fey who got themselves in a bad deal, commissions for the most interesting ones....

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 17

Path of Comfort + Whumperless Whump Prompt; "Snuggling" + "Throwing up" Part 2

Day 17 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters;

- POV/Caretaker: Gawain - The Green Knight

- Whumpee: Lancelot - The Weeping Monk

(Character Masterlist)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 699

TWs; emeto, vomiting, pain, broken ribs, vomiting up blood, internal injuries, comforting a (kind of) enemy, reluctant caretaker

Direct continuation of Day 15, Alt. POV.

Gawain wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting when he'd followed Lancelot into the trees, but finding his once-sworn enemy curled up on the forest floor vomiting blood and crying in pain certainly wasn't it.

"You're injured."

Lancelot's lack of response was beyond predictable, at this point.

"Your ribs, are they--"

"Broken?..." Lancelot rasped. He raised his head in what looked like a show of defiance were it not for the fact he then winced, nodding his head slowly.

Gawain was deeply concerned. The state of Lancelot right now could indicate something much more serious...

Lancelot seemed to notice the look on Gawain's face.

"It's... fine... they haven't pierced me..." Lancelot trailed off with a pained grimace, clutching at his side and retching again. He moaned, burying his forehead into the knarled root he leaned on, bloodstained teeth bared.

How can he possibly know if his organs have been pierced or not... Given the wheezing, paleness, refusal to eat and the vomiting blood, surely these broken ribs had damaged him inside.

A pang of sympathy bolted through Gawain's chest, he should be taking pleasure in this.

Is not this pain exactly what the bastard deserves...?

And yet Gawain could not quell the pity, the empathy, nor the desire to help this traitorous Fey.

The only way to know how severe the injuries were was for Lancelot to actually allow him to see to them, but first they'd need to return to camp. A task easier said than done when he himself could barely walk without limping for the pain in his spine and the less said of the Fey collapsed on the floor the better...

"Let me help you back to camp." Gawain said, leaning down next to him.

Despite how much he was clearly suffering Lancelot still dragged himself away, trembling body tensed as if ready to fight, a near frenzied snarl on his face.

"Leave me... the fuck alone!..."

"You're in no fit state to argue, Lancelot."

Lancelot for his part was unable to reply even if he'd been likely to, coiled up and vomiting again, facing away, unable to fight this battle on both fronts. Gawain was close enough to him now that when he collapsed back down the warrior ended up leaning against him, panting in evident exhaustion, a decidedly unhealthy wheeze punctuating his breaths.

Lancelot whimpered, grabbing at his injured side again, moaning something like a "no..."

And Gawain found himself wrapping his arms around the wounded warrior before he could quite think about what he was doing. He held his breath, preparing to have to fight to help him...

Yet like a breaking dam the fight seemed to drain out of Lancelot completely, and to Gawain's utter suprise, he leaned into the somewhat accidental embrace. Gawain froze as Lancelot turned to bury himself into Gawain's chest, trembling hands fisting into his clothes like his very life depended on it. It took Gawain a solid moment to realise Lancelot was crying quietly, sucking in quick, sharp, painful breaths, a sniffle like he was trying to hide it but failing miserably.

And Gawain now had no fucking clue how to react.

"I know it hurts..." he found himself mumbling, holding Lancelot to him now, that instinct to offer his own fucking enemy comfort in just the same way he'd felt compelled to back in the torture tent too powerful to ignore.

The shaking only increased, until Lancelot was openly sobbing into Gawain's chest, broken noises escaping him, all the while his arm clamped over his ribs. These were the heartbroken cries of a man utterly destroyed, Gawain did not think this was purely from pain anymore but more words of comfort were impossible to find. And what could he say, truly? I'm sorry you got hurt? I'm sorry you betrayed your Church to save us?

No. All Gawain could do was hold him until he recovered.

"Come on, Ashman..."

An incoherent sob was his only reply. Gawain spied Lancelot's cloak on the ground, just about in arms reach and he shifted to grab it, wrapping it around the trembling man like a blanket as he sunk into his hold even further.

What a fucking day...

Some alt prompts and an alternative POV for a previous day today! Thanks for reading as always, onto the next...

[frantic-fuck]

Snakelet - Chapter 7

@augusnippets Day 10 - Begging for Mercy @augustofwhump Day 12 - Anger

Word count: 500

Masterpost

Content: Nonhuman/vampire whumpee, implied lab whump + murder, implied torture, reluctant whumper stops being reluctant

~

"O-oh, geez."

Nerium flies into Ziri's field of view, and even as muddled as his mind is, he can tell they look nauseated at the sight of him.

"That— that should be enough. Let him down."

Whoever's been whipping him — he stopped keeping track — sighs and severs the ropes suspending him from the ceiling. He doesn't bother getting up after he collapses.

"I really am regretful that you got caught up in this, Ziri. I just have one question, and then you'll be left alone until we return you, alright?"

Mustering all his strength, he rasps, "Mhm."

"Do you know anything about Rosemary?"

"...who?"

"My sister. Rosemary. Janessa's stupid Izzet League took her a few years ago. I'm hoping saving her will be easier if I know what happened afterwards."

As hard as he tries to scour his brain, he may as well be trying to read a blank piece of paper. He shrugs apologetically.

"Please. Come on." They fly right in front of his face. "She looks like me, except older, and her hair's a little darker, and..."

They continue describing her, and slowly but surely... a memory flickers. The last time he saw a pixie. It might've been her.

"...Mhm."

"YES! Good! Where did you see her? What was happening to her?"

He painstakingly tries to fan the flickering flame of a thought.

It's not filtered through blue. He saw her in person.

She was much smaller than him. He wasn't a snake.

He thinks... he remembers her voice. Talking to him. He was talking back. When would Janessa have allowed that?

...Oh.

Fuck.

As more memories of Janessa's "extreme size lessons" trickle in, how difficult it was to operate on her tiny body, to drain her blood, to not break down when she cried over the sibling she missed so dearly... Nerium's expression darkens.

And Ziri finally remembers something else.

Some pixies can read minds.

FUCK.

"F— forgive me. Please, f—"

"Release me from the promise."

He trembles as they stare him down, any trace of sympathy replaced with absolute fury.

"I-I can't—"

"It is not FAIR to force me to return you to your sibling when YOU KILLED MINE. RELEASE ME!"

It's not fair. None of this is fair. To him, or Nerium, or anyone. But fair or not, he just... can't. He can't lose his only guarantee that this hell will end.

"You know what? Fine!" Nerium sneers. "If you think you're above acting fey, why don't we see if your body agrees, hm? Iron is no longer prohibited."

His most recent assailant gasps in excitement, in stark contrast to his own overwhelming dread.

Here he was thinking it couldn't get any worse.

"Believe me, snake, it can." They turn to the assailant coldly. "I think it'll take a lot more to get through to her, actually. Don't bother holding back."

"Pl— please. Please, mercy. Please." Ziri desperately reaches towards them as they start flying away.

"If you want mercy, you know what to do."

[shshshquietnow]

alright, here’s three words :D

Glass, Metal, Honey

Teehee :)

Contents: creepy whumper, intimate whumper, monster whumper, human whumpee, fantasy whump, threats of being eaten (don't know if there's a more concise way to out that), non con touching

...

Stupid stupid STUPID. Cane was stupid, thats all there was to it. He'd been lost for days in the middle of nowhere in the woods, so shut the first sign of civilization he saw was going to be shifty.

"You shouldn't have entered, little morsel. You're in my house, I can sense wherever you go."

He clutched his silver dagger like a life line. Vampires, werewolves, demons, fey- no, fey were iron. Ghosts if he somehow managed to catch the thing's reflection to trap it. Those were all what silver was good against, this thing was none of those.

It was dark- the middle of the night, clearly when the thing was most powerful, as it hadn't made itself known until the sunset, when Cane had already beet here for a few hours. But it was dark now, Cane couldn't see where he was or remember where he had been...

But the thing... it was fast, it was cunning and tricky and it was very good at making Cane very very scared. It had chased him out to some sort of art room, if Cane remembered right. It was made of shadows, slinking in and out of them to scare the boy as well. Two forms too, right as the darkness came Can had seen a man like figure atop the stairs,but once the sun was completely gone it turned into a great wolf like- with its laughter, HYENA like- moster.

It wanted to eat Cane... he wasn't sure if it meant literally though, he'd heard of some monsters that feed off of terror, or instead of flesh will eat souls.

But no, whatever it will eat... the shadow thing was clearly playing with its food. Cane couldn't tell if he should be glad or not. On one hand it was giving him time to think, to plan his escape... on the other, there was no way Cane stood a CHANCE once it decided it was more hungry than it was bored.

His breath caught as he bumped into something, making a noise. That was bad enough, but a second later something glass- probably some sculpture in this art room- screamed, crashing and shattering. Cane's high nerves caused him to yelp, and all at once Cane felt eyes on him.

Then a hand, pressing onto his stomach, pushing him backwards into... another body. Human feeling, like a large lean man.

Cane couldn't breathe, Cane couldn't BREATHE as he felt a chin rest on his shoulder, the shadow thing hugging him from behind. It hummed, that sort of hum like he'd just eaten a perfectly cooked steak.

"My, you're breathing really fast," the thing chuckled, nuzzling into Cane's neck. "You weren't trying yo get away from me, were you? Your fear is just... inTOXICATING, I must say..."

The thing moved its hand off of Cane's stomach and up to his chest, clawed fingers and palm over his rapidly beating heart.

"Oh yes... that's what I like to feel..." the thing smiled- it must be smiling. It sighed. "I'm going to keep you around a long while, little morsel. I can just TASTE how sweet you'll be..."

All at once Cane was filled with terror- of course he was already scared out of his mind wandering the manor in the dark running from some shadow thing, but this fear wasn't his- it was overwhelming, taking him over, making him freeze up, it had been put into him. It was too much and the hands on him... Cane passed out.

He was vaguely aware- he felt the shadow thing lift him from behind his knees into a bridal carry. "Delicious..."

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

Poisoned/Drugged - Whump Lists

A list of whump lists I have made where the whumpee is poisoned or drugged.

POISONED

🇰🇷Korea

My Love From The Star >>> {x}

Love In The Moonlight >>> {x}

Sweet Home Season 2 >>> {x}

🇨🇳China

The Lost Tomb >> {x}

The Lost Tomb 2 >> {x}

Reunion: The Sound of The Providence >> {x}

Reunion: Sound of The Providence Season 2 >> {x}

Prodigy Healer >>> {x}

Ultimate Note >>> {x}

Sand Sea >>> {x}

Eternal Love Rain >>> {x}

🇯🇵Japan

Fuujinshi >>> {x}

Virtual Detective Tabito

Higurashi >>> {x}

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DRUGGED

🇰🇷Korea

Duel >> {x}

My Love From The Star >>> {x}

W: Two Worlds >>> {x}

Healer >>> {x}

Blood >>> {x}

Flower of Evil >>> {x}

Royal Secret Agent >>> {x}

The Fair >>> {x}

Mirror of the Witch >>> {x}

Bad Guys >>> {x}

Big Mouth >>> {x}

Black Knight >>> {x}

The Good Bad Mother >>> {x}

Seobok >>> {x}

Abyss >>> {x}

Sweet Home Season 2 >>> {x}

Vigilante >>> {x}

🇨🇳China

The Lost Tomb 2 >> {x}

Reunion: The Sound of The Providence >> {x}

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[songbird-in-hell]

Have you ever wanted to hurt an angel?

Well… please don’t. I’m trying to get away from all that. I’ve had enough of demons wanting a taste of me, fey doing experiments, and humans wanting a power source.

No… I can’t take it anymore.

[ooc- this blog is run by me, Clove. Serenadiel is a whumpee character for roleplays.]

Former warrior, Serenadiel has been held captive by whumper after whumper. Play your cards right and you may get to be his next owner!

His only defense anymore is his voice. Even without his angelic command power he’s an excellent mimic.

Minors can follow but I ask that you please not roleplay with me! I do not consent to minors sending me roleplay asks

My trope ratings are here if you’d like a detailed list, but overall-

Favourites- intimate whumpers, teasing, cold whump, non con touch and kissing, being overpowered, drug whump, gore, multiple whumpers, put on display, ropes

Ask first: head trauma, whipping

Please don’t: broken noses, fingore, forced eye contact, extreme degradation, self depreciation, self effacing dialogue

Will get you blocked: detrans, racism, homophobia, transphobia, abelism, sanism, acephobia

If you want to rp anything involving themes opf noncon or other nsfwhump, I have a post linking to my nsft blog here.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Inspired by my wip - a human whumpee who is abducted by the fey for his looks. The longer a person stays in the fairie world, the more they change, becoming inhuman. As a punishment for attempting to escape for the nth time, whumpee is sent to do menial jobs in a realm that slowly changes him - grows horns, etc. Whumper comes back to collect him after several years, finds the changes mar his looks and puts him up for sale in fairie market for a strange new owner. - forthetaintedsorrow-whump

;A; I have nothing to add to this, it's tragic and perfect <3

[softsweetsuffering]

Haiiii and I wish to reassure that you can take all the time you need I'm just really happy there's gonna be more content for the box boy whumpee EEEEEEEEEEEE AND HOLY SMOKES YOU PLAY DND ?! THAT'S AWESOME

-hai anon

I appreciate the assurance, its nice to know its desired tho!!

I have to work out his Whumper (Apparently those are not my strong suite. I make too many average/lil guys aha) But I do wish to get at least something out for how nice you've been <3

I don't actually play it! (Sadly I don't have any mates close who want to/people to host it) So instead what I did do is I made my own Party out of OCS and have been slowly working on developing a story about them doing their campaign. Basically I'm taking a bunch of DND stuff, like Races, classes ect. and using that as a base for a fictional world.

I have purposefully made my Race/Class mismatch for alot of them, so we have a Deaf Bard, A Barbarian Fey-Eldarin, and even a half-orc Monk who is a himbo, affectionately called Eggnog.

[simply-whump]

The Double (墨雨云间) - Whump List

Whumpee : Xiao Heng played by Wang Xing Yue

Synopsis : It tells the story of Xue Fang Fei, the daughter of a well-off county magistrate who lost everything after a major upheaval. On the path for revenge, she returns to the capital after taking the identity of Jiang Li, the daughter of the Secretariat Director. With the help of Duke Xiao Heng and others, she overcomes numerous hardships. (MDL)

Genres : Historical, Romance, Revenge

Note : Not much real whump unfortunately but a very nice Drama nonetheless

Warning! Possible spoilers below!

Xiao Heng

Ep 1-8 : None

Ep 9 : (15:10) Thinking about the past, crying — (44:55) Bitten by a poisonous spider, spits blood (Not real, vision of what might happen)

Ep 10 : None 

Ep 11 : (06:45) Bitten

Ep 12-16 : None 

Ep 17 : (17:30) Cut in the back by a blade while fighting too many people at once — (39:45) Bandaging his wound

Ep 18-19 : None 

Ep 20 : (21:10) Cut on his arm by a blade while fighting, concern for him — (22:50) Wound bandaged 

Ep 21-29 : None 

Ep 30 : (10:55) (Flashback) Poisoned and injured, helped to walk, weak, passes out

Ep 31-34 : None 

Ep 35 : (02:45) Falls to the ground (comedic) — (19:25) Shot at, arm hurt by an arrow — (23:12) Given medicine, slight concern for him

Ep 36 : None 

Ep 37 : (30:00) Teary-eyed, crying

Ep 38 : None 

Ep 39 : (29:45) Difficult fight, cut multiple times — (42:10) Shot at, chased, surrounded, fighting, hit and cut, surrounded by archers

Ep 40 : (43:00) Fighting on the battlefield, watches his two closest friends die, more fighting, hit, grabs a blade with his bare hand, in a desperate situation

>> More Whump List

[staydandy]

The Golden Eyes (2019) - 黄金瞳 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : A simple pawn shop worker, Zhuang Rui, had his own eyes mutated after an accident during a robbery attempt of an ancient Jade carving. His mutated eyes subsequently brought many changes to his life in many unexpected ways he could ever imagined. (MDL)

Whumpees : Zhuang Rui played by Lay Zhang (center) • Peng Fei played by Meng A Sai (2 eps) (far right)

Country : 🇨🇳 China Genres : Adventure, Martial Arts, Fantasy, Tomb Raider

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • This is the a revision of my Partial List, which only had 4 episodes on it! It really deserved better than that. • My favorite episodes are pink : 00

Related List : The Golden Eyes (2019) - partial list

Episodes on List : 37 Total Episodes : 56

*Spoilers below*

01 : Glass gets into Zhuang Rui's eyes, knocked out … hospitalized, eyes bandaged … blurry vision, overwhelmed by new eyesight … unsteady, rubbing eyes

02 : Headache

04 : Attacked, hooded

05 : Handcuffed … falls through a trapdoor

06 : Protects someone from an explosion, knocked out … protects someone from a 2nd explosion, knocked out

09 : Rubbing his eyes

10 : (near end) Attacked, fight

11 : Shaking head in slight pain

13 : Fight, knocked out … dizzy, eye/head pain.. unsteady

14 : Car crash, knocked out … treated in hospital

17 : Drunk, unsteady, helped to walk

18 : Shaking head, pain.. unsteady, passes out, caught … nauseous … locked in a wine cellar

19 : … continued from previous ep. ... Locked in wine cellar, shivering

22 : While driving, shaking head, pain … revealed he's been shot in the leg, bleeding, limping … temporary amnesia, migraine, collapses.. leg infected, fever

23 : … continued from previous ep. ... Limping, exhausted, eye pain.. blurry vision, collapses, passes out … headache

24 : … continued from previous ep. ... Passes out, hospitalized

25 : Chased, rolls down a hill, migraine, unsteady, blurry vision, temporarily blind … blurry vision

26 : … continued from previous ep. ... Still partially blind … vision slowly returning, blurry … steps on a landmine

27 : Peng Fei is captured, tied up, whipped

28 : … continued from previous ep. ... Attempts escape, tied up again … Zhuang Rui is captured, tied up … Zhuang Rui & Peng Fei are knocked out with smoke bomb … Zhuang Rui nightmare.. headache, ear ringing

29 : Not feeling well, not eating, depressed

30 : Wrestling match, sore after … lightheaded

31 : Lightheaded … out of it, collapses against a pillar, barely conscious, helped to walk … blurry vision, migraine, helped to walk, saying he can't see or hear, writhing in pain, given a shot to sleep

32 : Unsteady, starts to collapses, supported … slightly unresponsive … headache … nightmare

33 : Hit with a shovel

35 : (near end) [flashbacks to eps 22, 25, 31] migraine, amnesia, blind, migraine, writhing … [present] drunk

36 : Admitting he's lost his sense of taste … eye strain, headache, exhausted … (@ 13:16 Huang Fu Yun looks so much better without the birdshit highlight in his hair) … drunk

37 : … continued from previous ep. ... Drunk … captured, hands tied

38 : Shock, dizzy, migraine, collapses, caught … briefly knocked out from explosion

42 : Eye strain … captured, hands tied.. hit with bats in a fight

43 : Drugged … tied up

44 : MIgraine

45 : Dizzy, collapses, migraine.. unsteady … starts to collapse, supported

50 : (at end) Tied up

53 : Attacked, knocked out … migraine … captured

55 : Headache, backhanded, falls & hits head on a pipe, barely conscious.. carried … unconscious … hospitalized

56 : … continued from previous ep. ... Hospitalized, drugged asleep … hospitalized for brain surgery.. seizure during surgery

More Whump Lists for this show: love-me-a-lotta-whump whumpetywhump

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 10

Path of Hurt Prompt: "execution" + "whipping"

Day 10 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters:

- POV/Whumpee: Lancelot - The Weeping Monk

- Whumpers: Unnamed Feykind

(Character Masterlist)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 492

TWs; Whipping, punishment, (public) torture, corporal punishment, execution, pain, mention of previous self-flagellation/self harm, shock, blood, near death, referenced punctured lung/coughing up blood.

"The Weeping Monk... We have made our decision. You have scourged our lands, and our people. So we will do the same to you; you shall be scourged as you have done so to us, one lashing for every Fey life you have taken."

The Fey Elder spoke, voice ringing our across the eerily silent clearing where the Fey had gathered, watching the judgement call.

"What say you?"

Such a punishment meant certain death, and all knew it. Lancelot raised his head, met the Elder's eye.

"I accept."

"Then kneel."

Without a word, Lancelot obeyed...

---

...Pain lanced across Lancelot's bare shoulders, his ashen blood dripping from the knotted whip that had struck him. Again, his assailant struck, again, he grit his teeth against the agony that rent his flesh, biting along the still healing scars from his self-flagellation. Again he choked back a scream.

One lashing for every Fey he had killed, they said, and with each and every strike they spoke a name. The Weeping Monk- Lancelot- vowed to himself to remember them all, but his hearing had already faded to the pounding of his erratic heart, his vision already blackening at its edges. The number was now far beyond what he could ever do to himself, but scarcely a dent into what was owed; How many hundreds of Fey had died by his hand? How many thousands?

Another lashing and he swore under his breath, closing his eyes and trying to breathe through it, counting in and out, in and out.

His back was burning fiercely, a hot raw agony that had his heart beating erraticically and his breathing coming in gasps no matter how he fought to steady it. Bile rose in his throat but he swallowed it down with effort, just in time for another name, another blow.

This lashing was deep with an unexpected level of force, at a different angle than the rest it danced over his lower ribs. Lancelot couldn't stop the choked cry that escaped his lips. The pain of it was so sharp it drove the very breath from his lungs, sending stars dancing across his vision. He felt hot blood begin to flow down his side, pooling in the waistband of his trousers, soaking into them.

Name after name, lash after bloody lash, on and on, until neither time nor words had meaning to him anymore.

He felt... cold. Distant. His ears rung louder than the sounds around him, which had grown oddly muted, his heart stuttered in his chest and thrummed through his head, irregular drums that promised to beat out his last song. His lungs burned for air he couldn't get to them, he couldn't feel his arms, his face tingling, the static before a storm. He was vaguely aware of his own screams dripping from his lips, mingling with the hot blood that poured from his throat and back to splatter across the ground.

Too much, it's too much...

[friendlyforestbeast]

Part 5: Only a single page this update since I’ve been busy :<

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[dhiabori]

WHUMPMAS IN JULY DAY THREE ― prompt: love

@whumpmasinjuly here’s a short ficlet of elsie before he was elsie -- when he was saker, a hunting fey snatched from his coastal home and caged at a London penthouse.

CONTENT WARNINGS ― creepily intimate whumper, broken bones, pet whump, elsie’s screwy headspace

TAGGING ― @doveotions and @wildfaewhump ― if you don’t want to be tagged, please let me know! or alternatively, if you do want to be tagged...

“Come here. Come here, my little love --” Mistress’ voice cuts into Saker’s fitful sleep, pulling him back to reality. Back to his cage, the bars biting awkwardly into the space between his wings.

She’s not going to ask twice; a second time is all but a promise of punishment, a warning crackling through the cold, morning air. She’s not going to ask twice, just call him bad, and he doesn’t want to be bad. He wants to be good -- it’s all he has left, the only success he can cling to.

He wants to be good, but he’s so tired, the rain soaking through his feathers and dribbling over his skin, tearing exhausted shivers from him. Shuffling from his corner to the door takes all of his strength. Even more with his broken, useless legs; each movement sends a jolt of agony through them, no matter how much of the weight he takes by dragging himself along with his hands.

Pathetic. Back home, he should be dead; the sea doesn’t tolerate weakness, and neither does the sky, or his roost-mates. He doesn’t even remember their names: the realisation is numb, a dull grief nestled beneath his sternum. As much as he misses them, he knows they’d be disgusted with him now -- disgust, he likes that word, the word for bitter, bird-eye black berries -- a fey reduced to begging from a human.

They’d probably kill him, call it a mercy. For him, or for them --  he isn’t worthy of being a fey, isn’t worthy to share the same blood as those wild, snaggle-toothed falcons. Full-bloods, not dirty stains on the lineage like him. And if he isn’t worthy of being a fey, what is he worthy of? Not this, certainly. He should be grateful to Mistress; if she wanted a hunter, she could’ve taken one of his roost-mates, stronger and fiercer, but she chose him. Broken, pathetic little Saker, who has to right to the cliff he nests on, no right to the sea he skims over, no right to the sky he keens to. She gave him an opportunity to be good, to be better.

He’ll always be thanking her for that.

At last, Saker reaches the door, slumping against it. Panting from even that short journey; he knows she needs him for another hunt, but his exhaustion is bone-deep, almost rivalling his desire to be good.

“That’s it, little love,” murmurs Mistress, reaching through the bars to run her fingers through his hair. He keens softly, nuzzling into the touch. She’s so very good to him, far better than a scraped-out excuse for a falcon deserves: her fingers dip down, scraping along the nape of his neck, finding the spot, the place that fills his body with fluttery warmth as she scratches. “Good boy.”

Saker tilts his head a little, giving her a better angle. The sensation makes him coo, a bubbling, throaty sound marred only by how painfully raw his throat feels. Whatever a boy is, he doesn’t understand -- it’s not something Mistress thinks he needs to know, so he’s happy being ignorant. Happy knowing she only says it when he’s being good.

Little love: there’s another word he doesn’t quite understand. Separately, yes, they make sense -- little means winkles and cockles, handful after handful like jewels. Love means sharing a nest, pluck pluck plucking as you groom someone’s wings. But together? How can something as big as love, as expansive as the star-spangled night sky, be folded and fitted into something so small as a winkle? How can it refer to him?

He feels her hand move, drawing away from his special spot, and knows better than to whine. The first time Mistress found it, all he wanted was for her to keep going -- but Mistress gets tired, the storm of her anger rolling in, her lightning-stick crackling. There’s still a patch of raw skin there, taking the edge off the special spot’s euphoria. Reminding him that any comfort is more than he deserves.

What comes next is familiar: the rustle of fabric, the hood slipping over Saker’s head. Familiar, but he still tenses, a shudder twisting down his spine. Afraid -- in his tongue, it means staring at death. Now it’s just staring at darkness.

“Right, out you come” The door opens, a clank that rings through his ears, making him shudder and hiss as he shuffles blindly towards the sound of Mistress’ voice. “Time for a hunt, my little love.”

Somehow, he manages to find the strength to follow her voice, slumping a little as she attaches his jesses. The thought of the hunt is overwhelming, a wave about to crash and drag him under -- but he wants to please her, so desperately. He wants to be her little love.