#naga whump

[ofthebeasts]

The defiant naga part three

Grenade catches the tone of sheer disdain when the monster says "dear"— mocking? He calls most if not all of the creatures by dear, and despite the pain, there's a certain sense of pride that Grenade was able to chip at his patience enough to make him hate him to the point that he's the sole exception to the condescending call, and when he isn't, it's said like a slur, with more venom than any naga carries.

CW: Hitting, whipping, violence (physical, and emotional to a certain degree)

"I would've sold this beast already if it wasn't for the beauty of the sheds."

Grenade manages to get close enough without the monster noticing, close enough to bite, so he sinks his teeth into his bandaged ankle. But— not enough to break skin, and he swears under his breath.

The reaction from the monster is steadfast, but he almost sees it in slow motion. The way he firstly tenses up, the sound of his knees popping as he crouches down and backhands him across the face. It's strong enough that it sends Grenade rolling a few meters away, and when the monster approaches again, he can't help the fear seizing his guts at the sheer savagery of his eyes.

He lifts up his head by the hair, the grip so strong it makes his scalp feel numb. Tears prickle at his eyes— pain, rage, frustration, Grenade doesn't know anymore. He does know, though, that the failed attemp will have very dire consequences.

"Consider yourself lucky that I am not wearing any rings."

He will not. Grenade spits blood at the monster's face, blood that he can only hope originates from biting his tongue or his cheeks too hard. There is a beat of silence, from the monster, from him, and from the crowd too. For a brief moment, Grenade is invaded by a sick satisfaction that he managed to leave these people speechless.

And the the monster stands up, dropping his head suddently enough that he doesn't have time to react and hold it up. His jaw hits the ground and leaves a sharp ache.

And then, as his vision swims while he tries to reach out to grab at the monster's ankle, he is hit with the belt again. Even though he is prepared, he screams this time again too, because the strike was with the buckled part, and it bites into his skin like a knife. A knife would be better.

But Grenade knows the monster would not inflict torture so blatantly.

He does not manage to move again when the monster is done beating him. That is just sheer humiliation— it was, what? Five strikes?

"This naga has time and time again refused to behave. I don't typically deal out punishment so crassly, but there are creatures that just have to be beaten into submission, if not obedience."

The crowd cheers with sanguinary glee, and Grenade does manage to summon the strenght to curl up. And that way he stays, until the monster crouches down by him again, just for a moment, and whispers, low enough that he isn't heard,

"Guess who will suffer the consequences?"

A wave of panic overtakes him, and he stifles sobs.

"My dear patrons, I apologise for your lack of input so far! Areli does not do well without pre planned scripts, and this beast is impossible to tame. Perhaps, the next show may have more influence of you! So tell me,"

[hannahbarberra162]

Heat Transfer, Ch. 1

On Ao3

Summary: You're a half blood Sea Naga, happily living by yourself. Until a group of humans mistake you for a baby and kidnap you, taking you back to their ship. You're kept like a pet, but you need out of your gilded cage, and fast.

A special thank you to a wonderful Nonnie who not only inspired this work but is also beta-ing it.

I know X reader is a stretch since the reader is so specific. It's basically an OC written from second person.

Warnings: Soft / normal yandere, pet-ification, some whump, eventual romance.

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The first thing that alerted you to their presence was the smell of a fire on your island. You’d been swimming earlier that day and had smelled a ship coming close, the distinct scent of old, well cared for timber carried by the currents, but that wasn’t anything new. Ships sailed near your isolated little sanctuary sometimes, but very rarely docked there. It was small and uninhabited, with few natural resources that sailors would want. It didn’t hurt that there were rumors that Sea Naga lived nearby, ones with a particular thirst for human flesh.

You lived on a normally pleasant summer island, but it was winter at the moment. It had been a particularly harsh winter, you’d had a hard time hunting and finding anything worthwhile lately. But it was almost over, spring would be coming soon and the fishing would get better. You were the thinnest you’d been in a long while, but you weren’t worried, you knew you’d make it through. You’d been doing it your whole life. You returned your gaze towards the direction of the fire, trying to smell how many humans had come. But following the scent of smoke came the most delicious, mouth watering, succulent smell you’d ever sniffed. It smelled like meat but better . You’d eaten meat cooked over the fire before, it was tasty. Your sisters preferred raw meat and fish but you tried to cook it if you could get enough brush for a decent fire. But nothing you’d made had ever smelled like this. 

Maybe if you ate enough of what they had you’d be able to gain weight before one of your sisters came to visit. They always brought you some kind of animal to feast on, but that was part of the problem. Your three older sisters were full blooded Sea Naga, they were large and strong and vicious and everything you wished you were. You, however, were only a half blood, half Sea Naga, half human. Your mother had abandoned you after your birth and Maela, Typha, and Tsuna took it upon themselves to raise you. They’d handpicked your island and brought you there when you were a baby. They taught you everything you knew, how to survive, how to hunt, how to strike at enemies. They even taught you some of the human words they knew, including your nickname “Baby.” You knew they loved you very dearly, as you did them. 

But you weren’t a baby anymore. You were a full grown adult, albeit a very tiny one in terms of Sea Naga. You felt stifled by them sometimes, but there wasn’t anything to do. You couldn’t leave the island, you’d be vulnerable to the cold and to other predators. You didn’t have a spear forged from an underwater volcano like they did, and you could barely control the waves. You had potent venom and agility in the water, but that wasn’t enough to make it on your own. So you stayed on the island, happy and lonely in equal parts. The smell wafted past you once more and you became more determined than before to put your hands on that meat. You needed to show your sisters that you could make it on your own, you didn’t need them coddling you anymore.

You surveyed the sky - it was going to be nightfall very soon. Since you were cold blooded, the night was a hard time for you. If you were caught out in the cold for a prolonged period, you’d lose your strength and fall asleep, freezing to death. Your sisters had always warned you about this time of day, about how tempting it was to leave the cave. They warned you it wasn’t worth it, that the risk was greater than the reward. But the smell was so alluring, it was calling to you like a siren song. Decision made, you wrapped yourself in your warmest furs and slithered to the entrance of your cave. Your cave was strategically chosen - the land path to get to it extremely narrow and water on both sides. Aquatic creatures wouldn’t be able to traverse the land and it was too narrow for most walking creatures to cross without falling into the water. Luckily for you, you could do both with ease.

Tongue flicking out, you found the trail and set off. You wanted whatever meat they had, and you were going to get it. Luckily, you had years of stalking animals under your belt, you knew you could watch the humans undetected.

Ace POV

“Someone’s watching us,” Ace said, mouth full of food. A group of Commanders were sitting near him on logs, enjoying a peaceful meal by the fire.

���Yeah, we know,” replied Thatch, not taking his eyes off the meat he was rotating over the fire.

“Well, don’t you want to see who it is?” Ace put his meat down for just a moment, trying to determine exactly where the other person was using his haki.

“No, yoi. There’s only one person and they’re not attacking. It doesn’t matter.” Marco said, indifferent to the situation. But Ace’s curiosity was piqued, he didn’t like unanswered questions.

“But there’s no one else on the island. No houses, no nothing. So who is it?” Ace continued.

“We don’t care,” replied Izou offhandedly, already drinking sake.

“I’m gonna go find out.” Ace declared, grabbing another skewer of meat.

“This is how those people die in the snail films we watch,” Thatch commented. “Someone thinks they hear something and go off into the woods and bam! They’ve been eaten by a Kraken.”

“Or a Sea King.” Added Vista.

“Or a Humandrill,” Izo chimed in. The Moby needed some variety in the snail films they watched, Ace thought to himself. Regardless, he started off to find whoever (or whatever) was watching, bringing his meat along for the ride. He didn’t want to search on an empty stomach, after all. It was a colder night, but Ace didn’t mind. He was literally made of fire, the chilly air wouldn’t bother him in the slightest. Tromping through the brush, he saw a worn path that someone had obviously used many times. Following it, he came to an open field edged by dense underbrush. He felt the gaze coming from behind the shrubs, but they weren’t quite big enough to conceal a person. 

He came closer to the shrubs and heard a soft hiss. Interesting, he thought. Normal snakes, no matter the size, weren’t enough to set off his observation haki. He’d heard there were Sea Naga in the area, which were definitely capable of setting off his haki. But Sea Naga were large, nearly as large as Sea Kings, and wouldn’t be able to hide in such surroundings. Intrigued, he put down one of his skewers near the brush and backed off. If nothing happened, he’d push forward. But he had a feeling that whoever was watching was more interested in his food than him. Not a sure bet, just a hunch. 

Ace backed off and concealed himself behind a dead tree. He watched and waited, used to this type of sting from his days with Luffy. The sky was completely dark, just the moon and stars providing light. Something darted out, grabbed the meat and quickly retreated. Ace pursued, curiosity still unsatisfied. What on the seas could it be? Ace ran but was a step behind whoever it was.

“Wait, who are you?” Ace asked while running. “I don’t want to hurt you!” Ace yelled, cupping his hand over his mouth. Marco was right, whoever it was wasn’t attacking, maybe they were just hungry. He could give them more food dammit, they just had to stop running. Er, slithering? As Ace started to gain on the other being, he realized it wasn’t exactly a human. The top half was, he could see the hunk of meat gripped in humanoid arms. But below the torso was the winding body of a Sea Naga. But Sea Naga were enormous, and he’d never heard of a pygmy Sea Naga before. Maybe it was a baby, trying to forage for food in the winter. Ace felt sympathy, he knew what it was like to struggle for food in the harsher months of the year. He ran faster, trying to catch up to the baby, not focusing on where he was going. The baby slithered towards a cave and in the dark of the night, Ace slipped on mud, falling into the cold water to his right.

Your POV

The human chasing you had fallen into the water. You leaned over the pool, watching bubbles rise. He’d chased you for the entire way back to your cave to your annoyance. You were hoping you’d be able to get the food and run, to see if you liked it and would survey for more later. But no, this human decided to chase you, maybe to hunt you. If one of your sisters were here, they’d have told you to fight him in the clearing, not to lead him back to your dwelling. But it was getting colder by the moment and your time was dwindling. You needed to be back in your cave under your furs or risk being frozen to death. You didn’t have the time to fight this human, and quite frankly, weren’t sure you’d win. He looked strong and seemed confident in his abilities. So you took your chances and slithered back to your cave, hoping the human would cease to follow. Which he did now that he’d fallen into the water. 

You thought humans could swim, you’d seen some of them doing it before. Maybe this one just didn’t know how, he was sinking down quickly and not even fighting it. Watching him drown, you bit into the meat in your hand. And, oh stars, you’d never had anything like it. It tasted like the stars above were being born in your mouth, like heaven was showing you its celestial favor. It was juicy, tender, succulent, and from an animal you couldn’t place. You unhinged your jaw and swallowed the rest whole, not wanting another second between you and the immaculate meat in your hand. You licked your fingers with your forked tongue, savoring every droplet of residual flavor before slinking into the pool to get the human. If you saved his life, he would want to get you more meat. Or you’d make him. Anything to get that taste again. 

You easily caught up to his sinking form, you were much faster in the water than on land. His limbs and hair were flowing freely in the water as the last few bubbles escaped his lips. Curling your tail around his midsection, you swam up back to the top, bringing him with you. Breaching the top of the water, you pulled the two of you into your cave. Your cave was small but homey, you’d been working on it for years. Obviously, it had no windows, but you’d smoothed the floor with stones to give a pleasant cool feeling on your scales. You had a few baskets you’d made, furs from animals you or your sisters had hunted, your knife, and various bones your sisters had given you as gifts. You even kept a small remnant from your first molting. You tried to keep your cave somewhere you enjoyed being, since you had to spend so much time in it during the winter.

There were small hydrothermal vents in the water near your cave, meaning the water was warm in some spots. Now that you were out of the water though, you were freezing. You left the human on the ground, you knew they were warm blooded and you’d have more time to help him undrown or whatever they called it. You quickly threw off the now drenched fur you’d been wearing, and gathered every warm skin you had in the cave. Wrapping yourself up, you heard the human coughing up water. Looking at your fully covered form and his naked torso, you sighed, knowing you’d have to give up at least one fur for the human to survive. You slithered over to him, unwrapping the bottom most fur around the paddled tip of your tail. 

You had excellent night vision, you didn’t need the sun to see what he looked like. If you stretched out, you were nearly as long as the human. You hadn’t seen a human up close before, you’d only seen sailors from afar. You’d never actually seen any male up close either, now that you thought about it. Male Sea Naga were half the size of female Naga and rather timid. Your sisters would never allow a male near your island and would kill any who tried. You were pretty sure it was a man, it didn’t have breasts like you and your sisters. You took your time inspecting him. He had markings on his face, chest and upper arms, little dots that reminded you of the sea shore. He had short black hair unlike your own longer blonde locks. His arm had some kind of writing, but your sisters never taught you human letters, only Naga. On his back there were some bones crossed over a face, it looked like some of the flags on the ships. His ears were little and not very sensitive, you decided after putting a claw carefully in one. Overall, he was acceptably good looking. Different and a little alien, but alright. He was breathing evenly, you saw no need to wake him. 

As you covered him in the fur, you made an incredible discovery. This human was hot . Not warm, not toasty, but hot. Your sisters always told you humans were a little above room temperature when eaten, but not this warm. He was already dry, having burned off the moisture from his body heat. You were pretty sure this wasn’t normal for humans, but you weren’t going to look a Sea King in the mouth. Practically wriggling in excitement, you wrapped yourself around him trying to maximize the amount of your surface area touching him. You wanted to absorb as much of his body heat as you could so you took off all your furs. You didn’t need them being this close to the fire man. Being near this human felt like basking on the most blistering part of a black rock on a scorching day in the middle of summer. You wound yourself around him carefully, making sure not to constrict his breathing. Between the blaze of a man you were wrapped around, the delicious meal you’d had, and your long day, you were practically a puddle. You felt your eyelids drift close, and you snuggled your arms tighter around the human. He smelled very pleasant too, like a fire made from driftwood. You’d decide what to do with him when you woke up. You could always bite and asphyxiate him later if you needed to. 

Ace POV

Blinking his eyes, Ace determined he hadn’t died, which was always positive. The last thing he remembered was the creature watching him drown with a neutral expression. Obviously, the creature had brought him back to the surface and to its cave. He studied the creature now wound around him a little closer.

He had been right, it was a baby Sea Naga. It was extremely thin, skin stretched tight over its ribs. It looked emaciated, like it wouldn’t survive through the winter. It was tenderly wound all the way around his body, probably relishing in his body heat since it was cold blooded. It wasn’t constricting him, it was softly snoring in his arms contentedly. Its little forked tongue was flicking out every so often, and a long ear would twitch when his arm brushed against it. It was…cute. Its top half was humanoid, looking like a sad lost child with long tangled blonde hair. The bottom half was consistent for Sea Naga, a muscled black and white striped tail ending in a paddle-like tip. It was fast on land, but underwater it would be like lightning. It gripped him tighter in the throes of whatever dream it was having. 

Ace felt pity for the creature. It was obviously starving and wasn’t going to survive without intervention. And it had saved his life, for no obvious reason. Ace wanted to find the rest of the crew and see what they thought about adopting the little Naga. He could probably convince them that they could tame it and keep it. Though rare, Sea Naga were extremely powerful and were known to be highly intelligent. Once grown, they could control the waves and were fierce warriors. If they treated it right, it would fight for them in the water once it grew. Decision made, Ace carefully sat up, holding onto the baby with his arms. He rested its head on his shoulder, almost like when he would carry Luffy when he was a kid. It didn’t stir, so Ace picked up the loops of its tail and stood up. Ace frowned at the weight of the creature. The baby was very light, it needed to be fed a nutrient rich diet if they wanted it to live. 

Ace walked to the entrance of the cave and looked around. He couldn’t see the fire anymore, he’d run after the baby for quite a bit. Instead, he chose to use his haki to assist in locating his siblings. Finding where he needed to go, he began the trek back to his brothers, to show them his incredible find and convince them they needed to keep it. 

Your POV

You were on the move. Well, you weren’t, but the human now holding you was. Groggily waking up from one of the best rests you’d ever had, you reared back, preparing to bite the human. But he just patted your head gently and said something in human language to you with a smile. Taken aback by his demeanor, you looked at him quizzically while he continued to talk to you, like you understood him. You didn’t know human, only a few words your sisters had taught you, so you weren’t sure what he was telling you. Looking around, you realized several things very quickly. It was the middle of the night, you were far from your cave, it was cold outside, and you didn’t have your furs. Like it or not, the only way you’d survive the night was if you continued to be held by the fireman. He was still producing heat, enough to make you comfortable in the cold night. You would never ever admit it to your sisters, but you were scared. You had never been at the mercy of someone else before and it wasn’t a feeling that you liked. The man was taking you back to where the other humans were and you weren’t sure you could get away from them all. You tried to think about what your sisters would do, but they would probably laugh and swallow the men whole without a second thought. 

The fireman was talking to you incessantly and rubbing your back. Maybe it was a human thing, but it felt alright. Your sisters weren’t often physically affectionate with you, but that was their way. He carried you towards the men, who perked up at his arrival. They were animatedly talking amongst themselves, probably about you.  You so desperately wanted to leave, to never see these humans again, but if the fireman put you down you wouldn’t be able to get back to your cave before dying. You were stuck. You’d have to wait until daytime when it would be warm enough to escape. You just had to outlast them for the night, that was all. 

One of the men in particular was activating your fight or flight. There wasn’t anything abnormal about him, he looked like the rest of them. But something about him reminded you of a bird of prey, like the stories of harpies your sisters had told you during your childhood. They hadn’t wanted you leaving the island or wandering too far from your cave, so they told you stories of harpies, half human half birds, who preyed on Sea Naga foolish enough to ignore the warnings of their sisters. You believed them when you were a kid, but not anymore. He looked at you and you reared back, hissing. He raised an eyebrow and spoke to the fireman, who held you even tighter when responding.

One of the men came towards you with a curious but open expression on his face and something in his closed hand. He smelled the best out of all of them, like the meat you had in your belly. He opened his hand to reveal more of the meat and held it out to you expectantly. You waited a moment to see what was going to happen, but he didn’t move. You tentatively reached out to take it, and he cooed at you to continue. You swiped the meat quickly and shoved it all in your mouth, swallowing it whole. You flicked your tongue to his outstretched hand, trying to find more, but you’d eaten it all. Fireman patted your head, which was getting irritating. Your sisters had done that a few times when you were young, but not constantly. The meatman reached for you again, but this time without food. You weren’t expecting it, and instinct kicked in. You bit him.

Ace POV

“Ow! Goddammit!” Thatch yelled, yanking his hand back. He was shaking it as blood trickled out of two puncture wounds. 

“It’s not her fault, you startled her!” Ace yelled back, gripping the baby tighter. He was pretty sure Baby was a girl but it was hard to tell. Most Sea Naga were female, but not much was known about them. Not many people encountered them and lived to tell the tale. 

“I’m not saying it's her fault, I’m just saying it hurt. Actually, it doesn’t anymore. My hand is completely numb. And it's spreading.” Thatch was pinching his forearm with his other hand, trying to determine where the sensation ended. Marco leaned forward, now interested. The first Commander had been the biggest opponent to bringing her on the ship. Marco said that it was a bad idea, that pets were a lot of work, that Ace was already busy, and lots of other things Ace didn’t really listen to him. Ace knew in his heart he needed to save Baby and he was going to do it. 

“Really, that quickly yoi?” Marco asked, moving towards Thatch. The baby curled tighter around Ace, hiding her face in Ace’s neck. Ace cradled her head with a hand, soothing her.

“Yeah, check it out, almost my whole arm is numb now.” Without warning, Marco used a talon to slice open Thatch’s arm, blood pouring out of the wound. Before Thatch reacted, Marco healed it just as quickly. 

“Oi! What if I wasn’t numb? Coulda used a heads up,” grumbled Thatch. The little baby was shaking, wound so tight she was almost cutting off Ace’s circulation. Poor thing.

“Can you feel your arm now yoi? Now that I’ve healed you?” Marco asked, still prodding Thatch’s arm. He ignored Thatch’s question completely. 

“Nope, still numb, and I can’t move it.” Thatch said, swinging his numb arm.

Marco whistled.  “I’ve changed my mind yoi. Bring her on the ship. I want to extract some of that venom. It’s a powerful anesthetic.” 

Ace grinned. “See? She’s already useful. And this is only her baby form, imagine how powerful her venom will be when she gets older. Besides, we can’t leave her, right Thatch? Look how hungry she is, she’s practically bones. She’s gonna need someone to feed her back to health.” Ace knew he was manipulating the chef, but Thatch didn’t need much convincing. 

“How could we leave this tiny little baby behind? To starve and freeze to death on this wasteland of an island? Of course she’s coming with us,” said Thatch, almost offended at the thought of leaving her. Ace smiled and rubbed his face on the top of the baby’s head.

“Alright, I’ll take her back to the Moby now. She’s coldblooded and it’s cold yoi,” said Marco, turning to Ace.

Baby POV

You regretted ever ignoring your sisters. You regretted every time you told them they were overprotective, that they were overbearing, that you were independent. You wished you had listened to their advice and had stayed in your cave during the evening. Because they were right. Harpies were real. 

The man who set your fangs on edge transformed into a Harpy straight from your nightmares as a child. Now you understood why the fireman brought you back. This was all a trap and you were too stupid to see it. They were going to feed you to the Harpy. Small Sea Naga were a favored treat for Harpies, according to your sisters. Even though it meant your death, you quickly unfurled from the fireman and tried to slither away as fast as you could. Which unfortunately wasn’t very fast due to the cold. But you weren’t going to stay and become Harpy food and meet a humiliating death. You tried to run but the Fireman caught you by the end of your tail. He was talking to you, looking confused as you thrashed, trying to get away. You tried constricting as well but it was to no avail. The more you fought, the more tired you became until you barely had any fight left in you. The fireman frowned at you and patted your head once more. You would have bit him if you could have mustered the energy. 

The Harpy transformed into its full bird form, frightening you into a final burst of energy to make an escape. Unfortunately it caught you in a talon immediately, gripping you by the end of your tail, leaving you to dangle pathetically as it took flight. The fireman was in the other talon, watching you with interest. You had to hand it to them, they got you. You just hoped your sisters found them and killed them, their crew, and sunk their ship in your honor. 

The Harpy climbed higher into the sky and it was too cold for you to bear. You’d never been this frozen in your life. The air itself was chilled but you were now being whipped by winds as you were flown to the Harpy’s nest. You knew you’d pass out soon, you weren’t meant for these temperatures. You let out one loud sad hiss as you lost consciousness. At least they’d given you a tasty last meal.

Aces POV

Ace felt bad as he watched the baby pass out. He knew she was confused and scared, unsure why they were taking her. The lack of heat was probably uncomfortable for her but Marco assured Ace she’d be OK. Marco was giving them a lift back to the ship, which was better than the long walk and ride on the dinghy they would have had to take. The baby did not like Marco specifically - Ace wasn’t sure why. She’d gone wild when Marco transformed, and even worse when they’d taken flight. Ace was going to make sure she was comfortable in the crate they would set up for her. Lots of blankets, pillows, heating pads, anything he could find to make her feel warm. He would have slept next to her again but he had a feeling she wouldn’t be happy when she woke up and he didn’t want to be bitten. She would get used to them, to being on the ship. She’d come to love them, he thought, and they’d love her too.

[freshpoof03]

Love me a naga mannn 🤸🏽‍♀️

[absent-enigma]

Just posted the first chapter of the Dust naga fic over on Ao3. It's called:

Forced Proximity to the Naga (because I unironically read those sci fi alien romances for the plot, even though the stories are usually packed with a lot of smut most of the time). The situations these characters get into tends to crack me up and those stories are what inspired this fic, along with bingo prompts.

I don't think I can link the fic here, since the rating is going to eventually go up from M to E.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1318

Anon asked:

Perhaps you have any ideas for Naga whumpee? You know, half man, half snake?

I have a couple:

The first thing that comes to mind is the naga shedding skin - perhaps if they're completely scaled, some of the scales get stuck around their eyes, causing infection/temporary blindness. Maybe they have some other complications where skin gets stuck/some patches are very sore etc, or maybe it's just uncomfortable and they feel self-conscious about it.

Maybe it's very easy to miss injuries, so they're prone to infections/scars.

Perhaps they're hunted for their scales - at some point, a bounty hunter succeeds and they lose a section of their scales before they're able to escape.

I like the idea where they don't have to feed often, like real snakes, but an event causes them to miss a feeding so they become increasingly sick.

[re-whump]

Glass Eden - Entertainment

your pet lady-snake can have a little borrower, as a treat contains: giant/tiny (size difference), non-human whumpee (borrower and lamia/naga, both tiny), captivity, pet trope, dehumanization, forced to fight, communication barrier note: this is the same the piece posted on my other blog as "Snake Tank", but I'm moving the story over to this blog so I don't have to worry about """crossing a line"""" or whatever taglist @whumpsday

Poe

I threw myself against the glass one last, futile time as I heard the door on the far side of the study creak open. My fingers nearly brushed the lip of the prison I’d been placed in, nearly caught onto that ledge that might let me pry open the lid and make an escape. I was still in the air when I felt his eyes land on me. My fur stiffened as his heavy footsteps approached. His towering form blocked out what sunlight had filtered through the closed window as he sat at his desk.

“You quit that, now. You know you aren’t getting out. Unless you’d like to try speaking with me again?”

I turned to face him rather than wait for him to spin the jar I was sitting in. I slunk to the floor, drawing up my knees as if they could shield me from his . He looked annoyed this time, rather than intrigued. I shook my head and stared at my hands. It wasn’t as if I would want him to dump me into his cold hands even if he wasn’t upset. I was bruised enough.

“I don’t have anything else to say. Sir,” I said.

He rolled his eyes.

“There's no one else!" I insisted. “It’s just me, the others ran away months ago, I’m the only one left.”

It wasn’t the truth, though by now it was close. The Copper family had moved out after Mellie reported that the master of the house was now collecting dangerous, exotic pets in his showroom. It was just the most stubborn of us left, or the most foolish.

“What to do with you, then?” the master of the house hummed.

He tapped a finger on the glass thoughtfully, right behind my head, in case I needed the reminder that my skull was no larger than the tip of his finger. I grimaced and looked back up at his face, where his wide lips twisted into a grotesque smirk. I closed my eyes as they curled back and revealed his teeth. My stomach twisted as he kept talking.

“My …friends tell me your kind is more trouble than you’re worth, more often than not. But perhaps I could get some entertainment out of you?”

“Let me go, please. I’ll leave. I won’t bother you again,” I begged.

“Oh, but I do believe you owe me, little thief. How long have you been squatting here, hm?”

I slumped and curled in on myself. I had thought maybe, just maybe, if this guy cared for a zoo of strange animals, he might have a thread of compassion hiding in his oversized heartstrings. I’d—god, I had bet my life on it, hadn’t I? And now I was going to pay up.

Entertainment.

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Hecate

A hand lifted away the log that I’d been curled up under.

I flinched awkwardly at the sudden light, then rolled to face the front of my enclosure. The man liked it when I “looked” at him. I couldn’t tell if he knew I was blind or not. All my eyes told me was that there was a large, blurry shadow standing over the tank. It could’ve been a tree, for all my eyes could understand.

I knew it was him though. I could sense his blazing warmth through other means. More importantly, I could smell him.

Then, the hands. The nice hands. The man. Hugh Morton.

I smelled something else, too, something new. Another person, maybe? I listened intently for another heartbeat, another guest. I didn’t want to be shown off right now. I wanted to go back to sleep.

His hand reached back down to ruffle my hair, then run a rough finger across my scales. He rumbled something about feeding and I slumped back down to crawl back to bed. I wasn't hungry enough to want to fight and for all the good these hands did, they never killed my meals for me like the last ones did.

"Don't be so fussy, Hecate, I’m giving you a treat,” he chided. The ground shook as he flicked a finger against the glass wall. “You must get bored lying around in there all night.”

I huffed and and backed into a better position, against the side of one of my ceramic caves. I was still nursing a bite on my flank from my last meal. 

I licked the air and frowned as Hugh slid open one half of the wall. This prey was not a creature I knew. Hugh’s hands dangled a warm shadow by a long tail, then flicked it into the soil and the prey squeaked as it landed. It didn’t smell like a rat or any other rodent I’d encountered before.

It did smell afraid.

It already understood it was being hunted. I didn’t like that. Scared meals fought back. I had scars to prove it.

Hugh scoffed in annoyance as the creature scrambled towards the opening in the glass. He knocked it back into the enclosure several times while I waited for a chance to strike.

“Don't make me break your legs," Hugh sighed.

The creature stopped moving. Strange. Its little heart was hot and hammering. Was it trained? Why would anyone take the time to train food? Maybe it was simply afraid of Hugh’s voice. 

I took advantage of its stillness and lunged. It turned to run in the split-second before we collided. It slammed into one of my open arms. I fumbled as it flailed, then got myself curled around it anyway.

It felt strange against my scales. Not furry. Not naked. Synthetic. Was it wrapped? Humans wrapped their food, but not mine. They used those crinkling papers. This was wrapped in something soft.

Was it clothed?

I hesitated in my confusion and the prey bit back. Something long and sharp stabbed in between two ventral scales. I flinched, hissing, and the prey slipped away. It left the sharp thing behind, but it didn’t bleed. I put a hand on the sharp thing and realized it wasn’t a tooth. It had some kind of handle. Plastic. The point was metal. Some kind of tiny knife? I swayed uncertainly and let the little creature run.

What was he feeding me?

~

Poe

It had never occurred to me that there might be peoples other than humans and my own kind living in this world. I wished I had the time to find out more about her.

The caged creature I had been placed with was, as most things were, comparatively massive. Its front was that of a vaguely humanoid woman, small, but still more than twice the size of my own top half. Her eyes were vacant and unfocussed. She was pale, fat, and lined with scars that told me she had much more experience than myself in fighting. 

The bulk of her body was what truly scared me. She was a python that trailed lazily across the near half of the terrarium. She was coiled, so I could only guess at her true length, but her girth was easy to make out. I regularly crawled through tunnels narrower than this snake, making it all too easy to understand what would happen to me. That the master of the house had returned my thumbtack seemed like a joke. I had no prayer here. This would be a cruel combination of all the worst deaths I'd been taught to fear—caught, crushed, and consumed.

As entertainment!

I wanted to refuse him the satisfaction. I let myself lie down and cry as the master of the house threw me back into the dirt with an unambiguous threat. I might as well. No one else would know to mourn me for weeks, even months.

It would turn out that my inborn will to survive was stronger than my desire to spite the host I'd lived under for so many years. I rolled out of the way, only a split second two late, as the snake woman pounced. She caught me in the crook of her elbow then shoved me into a wall of scaled muscle. The python whipped around me before I could take a breath. I barely had the space to think, never mind resist. It was sheer luck that wedged my thumbtack between two plates of her underbelly.

And it was enough. She spasmed and let go of me.

I fell forward into the dirt, coughing to refill my aching lungs. I don’t think she had left any part of me unbruised, though didn’t waste time taking inventory of my injuries.

“Hey, don’t let it get away now, girl, get up!"

I scowled up at the master of the house as I pushed onto my feet. There was nowhere for me to get away to, not while he was leering over the open door.

I didn't understand him.

I didn't understand how a thinking creature such as himself, with all his power and all his resources, would resort to blood sport for entertainment. The study I'd spent my life beneath had a beautiful library. Page after page told of the world's endless mysteries, of beauty and majesty and life for him to go out and pursue. And he would choose to spend his time watching some monster eat me alive.

I saw the snake-woman moving out of the corner of my eye. My stomach twisted at the utter silence of her movement over the dirt even before she started sliding towards me, and then it was like a switch went off in my head. Gone was higher thought, blown away by the sheer force of the ancient instinct to run.

The terrarium was full and well-decorated, with plenty of greenery both faux and alive as well as several dark spaces to hide. I doubted any would shelter me, this place had been built for her. 

I had nowhere to go and I ran and I ran and I hit the glass and I ran and there was a branch so I climbed it and I reached the ceiling and there was more glass and I turned around and there she was crawling after me and I jumped and her hand brushed my leg and I kicked and she fell  around me like an avalanche and it was over.

Her long body surrounded me and as soon as I moved, she struck. Walls of scales encased me again and this time, no tack would save me. Everything went dark.

Several seconds passed. She loosed her grip. I heard the master’s muffled voice droning through her flank. I took a breath and shuddered. Long minutes of silence passed and the knot she’d wrapped me in fell away. 

I admit I didn’t know much about snakes, but she didn’t seem to be very good at this.

I sprung to my feet, desperate to get at least a few inches between us again, but her hand wrapped around my face. She grabbed the back of my shirt’s neckline with her other hand and I thrashed as she pulled me off the ground.

Slowly, her palm pulled away from my face. She rubbed two fingers over my eyes, traced the curve of my nose, and drew a thumb across my lips. I bit down as hard as I could. She barely flinched, just wiped a little blood off on the side of my face.

“Beb?” she croaked.

Her blank eyes narrowed in concentration as her tongue flicked out of her mouth and brushed against my nose. Tasting me. Her lips twitched. I felt cold.

“No, please! Please, please, please, kill me first, please,” I cried.

She tilted her head to the side. Her tongue flickered twice more and both times I flinched. She babbled something in a tortured voice. 

“Please,” I begged. “If you can even understand me, please, just kill me before you eat me. I don’t want to suffer.” 

She frowned and hissed several times. My blood trembled through my veins. She slowly shaped her tongue around some word I did not know. She patted my head and sighed, then set me gently on the dirt beside her and slithered away.

~

Hecate

The prey had the face of a person.

The little thing was clever enough to talk, but not smart enough to understand me. They were small like a hatchling. They ran on legs like a bird. 

They screamed and cried so once Hugh gave up on watching me eat, I let the little one have some space, whatever they were.

I hoped they would come back to me. They were very warm. Like the sun, but in a person. Like food. Like Hugh.

Like this lovely little cave in the back of the tank. I curled up and burrowed into myself for a cozy rest.

I hoped they wouldn’t try to kill me while I slept.

[bandits-whump-collection]

A snake about to shed goes through “blue” where the scales on their eyes and body start to detach. Unfortunately, while this happens, a snake cannot see well, if at all. Imagine a snake or naga whumpee going through blue unable to see and scared of everything. (Many bites happen during blue for real snakes because of the loss of sight and increased vulnerability). Or perhaps the whumpee was improperly cared for and had poor/no heating and is lethargic and cannot move around much. Or, you know, be a really bad person and decide to “check” on your whumpee during blue in the poorly insulated basement.

That... is an excellent prompt! Ohoho, I don't even think I have anything to add, that's perfect.

[ilikeyoualive]

Now... I don't know about you guys, but I'm a sucker for Soap whump. I feel like this shows quite a bit in my writing because I just can't help myself, I crave violence toward the sunshine bean. Plus injured or hurt Soap is usually followed up with some delicious protective Ghost/Protective 141 and I sure as hell ain't complaining. Lol. And for those of you who are interested in reading more content for this AU, here's a link to my Main Masterlist!

Warnings: Blood and Injury (Soap gets his throat cut), Canon-Typical Violence, Mission Gone Wrong

Word Count: N/A

Rule #15: Don't Hurt Said Emotional Support Human. You Will Fucking Die.

Starts off with the 141 sparring together, but then Price shows up and summons them to the conference room for a briefing about a new mission that just came in via Laswell.

They’re tasked with dismantling a crime syndicate that deals in supplying terrorists with all kinds of weaponry, having gotten solid intel about where their base of operations is located. They split into two teams: Ghost, Roach, and Soap as the infiltration team with Price and Gaz as the support team.

It goes smoothly at first, but once in the base, they’re separated when several booby-traps are activated.

Ghost falls through a trapdoor in the floor, leaving Roach with Soap as multiple hostiles converge on them. They fight their way through the first wave and then make their way to what looks to be a cafeteria, where they are surrounded when hostiles flood in through the four entryways. Roach and Soap are driven apart in the scuffle, which results in Soap getting momentarily distracted and catching a knife to the throat.

Blood spills onto the ground and Roach makes a wrecked sound and immediately shouts into his radio that Soap is down.

Roach shifts into his naga form and coils around Soap, putting pressure on his throat with his freed hands to staunch the bleeding while bullets ping off his scales as the men start firing wildly while screaming in confusion because Roach had shifted to his full form.

Roach is yelling into his radio that they need a way out now and that Soap’s neck had been cut and he was bleeding and he didn’t know how bad it was and just generally panicking and yelling that they needed Ghost to get the fuck up here because he was closer than Alpha team (who had called in a medevac for Soap).

Ghost comes up through the fucking floor in a grotesque half-shifted form and proceeds to tear through the men, thinning them out until the last man falls with a choked gurgle.

Then the floor fucking undulates like it’s alive. What comes out is half Ghost and half something else entirely.

Then Ghost rushes over to Roach, who hesitantly uncoils to pass Soap off to Ghost because he was the fastest out of all of them and he could get Soap to the medevac fastest, Soap drifts as Ghost situates Soap in his arms, tucked against his side with one of Ghost’s black hands clamped around his throat to keep pressure.

He tells Soap to close his eyes before just fucking taking off, Soap losing time because suddenly their are voices speaking urgently and hands touching him, taking him from Ghost, who is clearly agitated if the consistent growling is anything to go by.

The last thing Soap hears is Ghost threatening the medical personnel that they will suffer a horrific death if Soap dies before he blacks out.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

:') Ever Growing List of Things I Want to Write But Haven’t and Maybe If I Post About Them I'll Feel Better

Continuing Emmeline and Liv's story where it left off

Myla's recapture arc

Uhhh I had this idea of a lonely OC who kisses the cheek of a Very Old Statue and brings it back to life. Turns out it was an angel/demon/god/monster of some sort who was trapped there as punishment and their physical state right before it happened wasn’t good (they’d just lost a battle maybe) and so as soon as they return to life they’re weak and ill and injured and disoriented, very much need of care. Not to mention their mental state after that much time wouldn't be great.

A third part to that time I turned Shae into a candle

Blue in a lab

Emmeline being mauled by a wild animal while in an evening gown because idk, beautiful blood soaked lady in tattered silk?

TINY MER

Naga character?

follow-up to this Arinn piece

follow-up to this Erystos mind control piece

follow-up to this Shae washed ashore piece

A mermaid being tortured because her tears become pearls

More of my Octo-maid

Mermaid whump piece based on this art

Seraphina getting a brutal beatdown from a big stronk demon lady

Whump via sauna. Not sure which OC.

Arinn torture based on this (nsfw)

A whumpee restrained outside during dangerous weather (a bad thunderstorm, tornado, hurricane)

Seraphina shot down and banged up, based on this art

Arinn tied up in the rain based on this art

Some crossovers between OCs

There are definitely more I'm not remembering or couldn't find. Too many ideas, so little time/motivation. :') Btw if any of these inspire you for your own OCs go for it!

[themonstrousmenagerie]

Welcome, welcome! to the Monstrous Menagerie

This show is all about the monsters! The winged, the swimming, giants, and critters. No matter what they are, I, Monarch, will tame them, and make them perform for your joy and amusement. Now, what would you like to see?

*✧.MAIN STORY*✧. Introduction 1. The Sea Show poster / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / sold 2. The Starwalker of the Steppes preview / poster / 1 / 2 / 3

*✧.Asks*✧.

How do you acquire your creatures?

How to tame a cambion?

How to catch a naga?

Does Monarch like dogs? What are their pronounce?

What species is Monarch?

Does Monarch have a favourite creature?

What creature would Monarch suggest?

How to deal with a Pixie?

How to train an angel?

Does Monarch have any draconics?

How to take the shed from a naga?

Had Monarch ever trained a creature bigger than a house?

How to help a weak weredog?

How does one deal with a fallen angel?

How to make a siren behave?

Has Monarch ever been tasked with capturing another elf? Or had been a target of this?

Can we have a look at Monarch's crew?

*✧.Artworks*✧. Manticora Centaur Pixie Khajiit 1. 2. Fire demon plant spirit Siren Harpy Selkie Mountain troll Unifawn Kitsune

*✧.Collabs/fanart*✧.

@blood-and-regrets OC and Monarch

Welcome to my monster whump blog! Where we hurt, torture, and torment all kinds of creatures! Feel free to ask question, roleplay, submit characters or collab!

[rollerskatinglizard]

20 questions for fan creators

Thanks for tagging me, @rhea314!

How many works do you have on ao3? 112 fics!

What’s your total Ao3 word count? 1,360,000, holy smokes.

What fandoms do you create for? Motorcity and Homestuck!

Top 5 Works by Kudos: Top fic is Diamonds for Princes, then comes Heredity and Blackmail (even though I didn't finish it), What it takes to satisfy a Turk, shadows spreading where you stand, and Chilton 2.0.

Do you respond to comments? All except for cowritten fics sometimes! All the rest, I may answer two years late but I WILL RESPOND!!

What is the work you’ve made with the angstiest ending? Probably the first of my whump shortfics! Here's to major character death, babyyyy

What’s the work you’ve made with the happiest ending? I try to write most of my fics with happy endings, but honestly I have no idea which one is the happy-EST. Maybe Shadows spreading where you stand? Or In the Lost Age Where the Jewels Hide!

Do you get hate on your works? Nope!

Do you create smut? Hell yes I do! Happy pornographer here.

Craziest crossover? I'm pretty sure the only crossover that might be termed "crazy" is Taking the Helm, with Motorcity characters in a Homestuck setting (as trolls).

Have you ever had a work stolen? Not that I'm aware of, fortunately.

Have you ever had a work inspired by your works? Yes!! A number of awesome people have drawn art from my fics or made podfics of them, and there've been one or two inspired fics. <3

Have you co-recorded/co-written/co-vidded before? I have three wonderful cowriters who I click very well with! Cowriting is a very different process from writing alone, and I enjoy it a lot.

All time favorite ship? Right now, Mike Chilton/Chuck.

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Honestly I'm beset with doubt about many of my wips at all times... ToT Maybe my (non)soulmates fic.

What are your podficcing/writing/vidding strengths? I'm getting better at humor! My action scenes are fairly gripping, when I bother to write one, and my porn is hot or cute or both.

What are your podficcing/writing/vidding weaknesses? I almost never describe settings, I don't vary my sentence structure or paragraph beginnings enough, my fics tend to be light on plot, and my writing is neither lyrical nor vivid and visceral. It's, like... workmanlike. It gets the job done, that's it.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? Depends! If it's just a brief bit in a fic, totally, go for it, but if there are long chunks written in a different language (one I undoubtedly don't speak), that irritates me for multiple reasons. (I found Lolita's narrator incredibly irritating and full of himself for his habit of constantly dropping in long quotes in other languages.) If you're doing it because that's the language they'd be speaking, but your POV character doesn't understand, you can convey the annoyance of that just as well with skillful writing, and if the POV does understand... just translate.

First fandom you podficced/wrote in/vidded? Oh man, an age ago I started and didn't finish a number of Slayers fics, and then Gundam Wing.

Favorite work you’ve made? I... I can't pick just one! I still adore my naga fic hold you down until you're amazed, and Ace Up the Sleeve, and my (second) werewolf gangbang fic A Gregarious Species, and then there's my king/knight fic All Manner of Indignities...

No, wait. My fav fic of all is the short one where the Burners end up messing with the Duke: Spite, that great motivator. XD Even now, it makes me giggle.

Uhhh I tag @aishitara and @aspenonthecoast, and anyone else if you're around and feel like it!

[ofthebeasts]

The defiant naga part two

Grenade struggles, he does, but the monster's grip on the chain is much too short and too strong, keeping him down.

CW: Whipping (with a belt), choking, kicking the naga

"You asked for a defiant beast, and here I deliver!" With his free hand, Amaranthine gestures at himself. His clothes are simple— high waisted cotton trousers, not very tight, with his long black hair tied into a high ponytail. A short sleeved shirt with what seems similiar to an archer's chestguard, and bandages wrapped around his wrists and ankles. "You must excuse my clothing, of course. It's much too impractical to wear lavish robes, dealing with such an unpredictable little beast."

Grenade lunges at the monster, looking to bite his leg. Maybe, if he can poison him, if he can see his veins turn black as his body falls apart from the inside out, maybe—

Maybe if he can show that to Zephyr, maybe, his dearest will wake up, maybe he'll be able to speak again, maybe his eyes will regain the ferocity that they used to carry, maybe his body will have time to heal and everything will be okay again.

Instead, the monster dodges to the side. And then, the belt strikes down on Grenade's back, and though he usually keeps quiet when he's whipped, he wasn't ready now— this isn't a deliberate beating, something aimed to break, but a punishment. Retaliation. He screams.

Grenade feels the blood roll down his back, the warmth that incenses his hatred for the monster, and he tries to wrap his tail around his legs to make him fall, but before his can, the monster chides "Areli, up!"

And the angel comes out of nowhere and gracefully picks up the monster, putting him down on a plataform, and flying up again. Grenade mouths to it, "Traitor". He doesn't watch it for long, sickened that Areli could just stay there sitting on the perch out of sight of the audience, like a stupid little bird, at the monster's beck and call.

"See? This is what I mean."

Amaranthine looks down at the naga, smiling condescendingly at it. Then stands up on the plataform, and jumps down. Before Grenade can do anything, Amaranthine kicks it down, plants a foot on its back, and tugs on the chain, forcing its head up to looks at the audience.

Grenade does try to get his hands on the collar, though the monster is not tugging hard enough to completely choke him. It makes it difficult to breath.

"This naga is one of my oldest beasts, and yet, it still refuses to break. It's rather annoying." Clamor arises, and Amaranthine laughs along with the crowd. "Yes, my dear patrons, I hear you. I could sell or trade it for an easier dear, couldn't I? And leave this one in more experienced hands."

The monster drops the chain, and despite himself, Grenade lets his head fall onto the floor, heaving for breath.

"I have given up on taming this beast, and there is only one reason I keep it around." Amaranthine steps away from the naga. "And it's because of its sheds."

He smiles, raising his arms up as the crowd goes quiet. Grenade tries to get up and attack once again, but Amaranthine kicks its side with force, and it's just left writhing on the floor in pain.

"My usual robes— the black part, is decorated with this dear's sheds. It is, of course, a precious material." Amaranthine spins once to look at the whole crowd. "I have entertained the thought of going hunting for another black naga, but I have better things to do."

Taglist: @enigmawriteswhump

[hannahbarberra162]

I discovered your Ao3 works a little while ago and let me tell your I’ve combed through most of your fics already and i LOVED every single one of them mwah mwah they’re amazing.

I’m a fan of the softer ish (if you can call them that) whumps of the WB pirates like A Negative Outcome and Heat Transfer and have So Many Thoughts on both of them…

For one I’ve been seeing the Marco redemption arc going around by other fellow readers and it’s such a fun idea. The potential angst like the conflict of beginning to view him in a good light is some I can see being a problem. Plus Marco feeling Like Shit bc off everything he did like yes drag that man through the mud i wanna see him being a pathetic wet rag of a man (joking).

And then for Heat Transfer I’ve been seeing Marco over there being pretty rough & blasé about poor Baby I wonder if there’s anything that’ll get him to treat her a but nicer (maybe she saves one of the crew from something? idk) but I’m loving how everything is unfolding so far.

Your works are so so good it makes me tempted to write for the WB pirates even tho i don’t watch one piece LMAO

Thank you so much!!!

I love soft whump too, where (typically) the WBP think they're doing The Right Thing. it's hard to let go of hatred and anger even when they're deserved. We'll see how Reader does, especially given that she's interested in one of Marco's closest brothers...

Marco doesn't dislike Baby per se, but he's ultimately responsible for the safety of the crew and an unattended Sea Naga who they can't talk to isn't good for anyone. He could've picked a better time to get her venom (or figured out a way to communicate with her what he wanted) but Marco's been a Commander a long time. He's used to doing what needs to get done as he sees fit. And his DF is making him a little testy towards her despite his efforts to rein it in.

Write the WBP!! They're super fun silly murderous pirates!

[rainysflowers]

(Mostly) Whump Events; Update 01/13/24 + Masterpost

Hello Whump Community!! I have returned to say that I

HAVE UPDATED THE MASTER LISTS ONCE AGAIN.

I had been ignoring them for a little while due to a few different things, but I decided I should probably, you know, stop doing that, so here we are. Some new entries to the lists include!!

Species Whump Week 2023 & 2024 ; I have added the Naga Week to the 2023 list, and the Ghost Week to the 2024 list respectively. They are now on a new schedule where they post the prompts ONE WEEK EARLY, so that you have time to plan and prepare ^^

Whumper's Monthly's Monthly Prompt 2024 ; The prompt for January 2024 is "Shot with an Arrow", and has been added to my 2024 prompt list.

Febuwhump 2024 ; Febuwhump 2024 just recently dropped their newest prompt list, and is very excited about their prompt number nine (9) which is "Bees"!! Give it a try and write something whumpy with bees, I'm sure that the folks in the staff would love it <3

The Whumps of March 2024 ; {NEW EVENT!!} A Shakespeare inspired event is going to be happening in March, along with a few others ^^ It's got very interesting prompts, I especially like the quotes, so go and check them out!!

Wollemi Whump Event 2024 ; {NEW EVENT!!} Another March event, this one has fifteen (15) prompts, as opposed to the usual month count of thirty one (31), making it perfect for those new to the community, or busy with other works and life, or anyone else ^^ Please stop by and see for yourself!!

Mazoku Whump Week 2024 ; I'm not gonna add a lot to this, given that it's my incredibly unplanned prompt list and less of an event. but I did post a few prompts for the Slayers fantastical race of the Mazoku. If you like Slayers or even just like demon whump, feel free to look ^^

If any of these events you, please go check it out, and make sure to support the creator!!

My event masterposts will be under the cut, they have a lot of event prompt lists and links :)) Sorry for the long post. I don't know if this is anything but an annoyance to others, but I think that it helps, so I'll keep trying ^^

Have a lovely day, night, or anything beyond!!

My 2018 - 2023 Whump Prompt Master Doc!! (Slow to load, plz be patient)!!

My 2024 Whump Prompt Master Doc!!

[an-theduckin]

What if I kill Naga and have Korra get depressed over it in the rewrite/Au-thingy

What if I write Bolin whump and just completely break my comfort character and destroy him mentally (and also physically to some extent, it won't be as bad as Mako almost dying)

What if-

What is wrong with you why would you do that where can I read the fic

[darkdoverpseeker]

🕊 Hi! I'm a 28+ NB looking for partners who are 25+ to write potentially dead dove m/m omegaverse and merfolk themed scenarios. Ideally we'd be using original fandomless characters, but I'm fine with people who'd prefer to transplant a fandom character if we vibe well enough.

My writing style falls under adv lit and mostly write 1 to 3 paragraphs per reply depending on how busy I am. Potential partners should be interested in developing some form of friendship or at least mutual interest in discussion of topics and world building. I'm the type of person who enjoys discussing a ton of what if scenarios without actually having to write them out, so if you're also like that it's definitely a plus. I won't be around to directly write ic all the time, but I am probably down to talk ooc often due to the nature of my irl situation. I can offer writing samples to interested parties.

Explicit smut is not a requirement of any partner, as I'm comfortable doing fade to black with scenes and instead discussing what happens ooc. I mainly write switches and am comfortable writing both alphas and omegas, but for certain scenarios I prefer the bottom-leaning role. TBH I love writing pretty, delicate omegas who are unexpectedly dominate opposite of alphas who aren't expecting it, among other things to shake the typical omegaverse stereotypes. I'm open to doubling up on pairs just so long as one isn't given more attention than the other.

Some other tropes I'd like to explore:

soulmates, reincarnation, royalty, mythological themes, arranged marriage, forbidden love, sketchy manipulation / possessive stuff, vampires, werewolves, harpies, nagas, celestials, demons, animal features, slice of life, domesticity, whump topics, way more with discussion

Kinks I'm down for:

hand-holding 💕, omegaverse typical kinks, pregnancy, eggpreg, medical play, asphyxiation, dubious consent, cnc, somnophilia, body worship, more with discussion

Hard Nos:

body-waste related kinks, minor characters, large age / maturity gaps between characters

interact if interested!