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For the Fae { 2 }

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Talan was curious. Very, very curious. A human man, in his forest? With a master? Quite unusual, if he did say so himself. He thought only animals could have those. In human societies, anyhow. The man was curious himself. His eyes were as he'd never seen on any human. And he felt pure. Nervous, but pure. He hadn't sensed any bad intentions since he had come here. Which was shocking... usually humans wanted to cut down his trees or kill him for power. They wouldn't get any, but they try. Quite persistent creatures.

The man's name was Marc, so he said. He could've used that. Could've ordered him around, even made him leave. But something about the man was different... special. He wanted him. Wanted to keep him. Talan felt a sort of protectiveness over the skittish, flinching human. A terror flooded off the man in waves, obviously jumping at every move Tal made. He wondered why. It was actually slightly disconcerting, he worried for the poor thing.

Finally, they made it home. A giant tree, with a door. The man stared at it in confusion. " Well. Newcomers first, dear. " Tal bowed slightly, arms outstretched towards the door. Marc, with shaky hands, opened it and stepped inside. Talan followed and gently closed it behind them. " Much more spacious inside. Welcome to my home, human guest! I hope you enjoy your stay. " Marc looked down before speaking. " Thank you, sir... but... I'm- I'm not a human, sir. I'm lower. " He blinked, staring at Marc. " A what, dear? ". " Lower- I'm not as good as a human, sir. I'm simply under them as a life form. I'm just a slave. " Talan's eyes widened and his pupils became more slits. " A. What. " The man flinched. " Sorry- Sorry, didn't mean to make you angry. Sorry. " Tal sighed. " Not angry. At you, at least. Sit down. The sofa is over there. " Marc walked over and uncomfortably sat on the lounge, squirming a bit.

Talan sat on the ground, crossing one leg on top of the other. A sad look to him, he stared at Marc once more. " You're a slave? ". Marc nodded. " Did you run away? Is that why you're here? " He asked inquisitively. Marc looked horrified. " No! No sir! I'm good, I promise! I didn't- I didn't run! They sent me for tribute... sir. " Now it was Tal's turn for shock. " Tribute?! Like a sacrifice, for oak's sake?? Gods, humans are dumb. "

Marc shook a bit at Talan's raised voice. He made sure to lower it the next time he spoke. " Apologies for my anger. I'm simply... aggravated. Not at you, but at the situation. I never expected this, what did I even do? " Marc spoke again in an almost whisper. " Th-The crops, sir. And the weather. Did-Did you not send that? " Talan groaned. " Of course, they thought that. No, I didn't send the weather. Or mess with the crops. I just have this forest. That's it. Nothing else! I can't deal with anything else but things in this forest. I'm a forest dryad! " Marc looked down. Tal only had one thought in his mind. What in the world do I do now?

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Notes + Taglist- Grammarly said I sounded assertive. That's fun. Also, I hate when people make stuttering or stammering like "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I d-d-d-d-d-didn't kn-kn-kn-know!" like damn you malfunctioning or something. I stutter and it does not sound like that. Anyway @cupcakes-and-pain for the taglist. Also thanks for replying to my stuff, motivated me to write the second part! hope you have a great day/night!

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OH MY GOD CUPCAKES AND PAIN LOOKED AT MY THING OMG OMG OMG OMG YES I'LL TAG YOU GOD I LOVE YOUR STUFF SO MUCH

@cupcakes-and-pain youre the first person on my taglist for the new series!!!

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For The Fae { 1 }

( Finally starting a series! This is a whumpee/caretaker fic. The scene is set in an AU, for them the year 4516. Humans live in 14-1500s reminiscence with appliances. Some humans are born with a certain type of blood and eyes, the blood being a pinkish color and their eyes having a pinkish tint to them as well. No health issues or abilities come with this, and they make up about 1/3 of the population. The "normal" people believe them to be of the devil or witchcraft, so they turned them to slaves. Because of this, slavery is commonplace, though is treated like "saving" lower beings. Slaves are the children of other slaves and are not from free people except in rare occasions as punishment for crime. Cottagecore vibes with housing. Our scene is set with Marc, our slave whumpee, and Talan, our fae caretaker. Really short but just trying this one out. We begin! )

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His breath had caught when he overheard his master speaking with the mayor. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, really he hadn't, he was just cleaning. But they were loud, and he was there. He should've cleaned somewhere else, the mansion was huge after all. But he heard them. He heard his master offering him for the worst thing he could be. The sacrifice. The fae had been angry this year, sending bad weather and plaguing the crops with death, so the town decided to send a sacrifice. A person (wrong, he is not a person) goes into the forest with a basket of gold and goods for the fae creatures to appease them.

He tried to be better, to be good, to avoid his fate, but it did not change. That's how he came to today. Holding a heavy basket of gold jewelry and sweets in front of a forest. His eyes watered as an order was barked for him to enter the forest. His collar felt as if it was choking him. No one cried for his leave as he stepped into the forest and disappeared between the trees. In fact, they cheered for the idea of success and appeasement of the fae.

He stepped through the forest tentatively, terror flooding his mind whenever he heard a noise. I'm going to die here, he thought over and over, I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die yet. A shadow flew across his vision. He froze. " Hello? Is-Is someone there...? ". No response. A bird, or a squirrel perhaps.

Until a voice rang out. " WHO ARE YOU IN MY TERRITORY, FOR HE WHO SHALL TRESPASS SHALL SURELY NEVER LEAVE. " Pure fear shot through his body as he dropped the basket in front of him and fell to his knees, head bowed. " Sorry-Sorry, my name is Mar-Marc, I'm sorry, please don't kill me please, my master had me come here, please I beg you do not kill me ". He begged and cried, hoping for mercy from whatever creature was soon to emerge from the shadows as he saw a shadow step on the ground before him.

The creature picked up the basket and inspected it, before placing it down. " Marc. Your... what, made you come here? ". " My Master ", he stammered, " My master did. " Whoever was before him went silent, before a hand reached down. A human-looking hand. His head was tilted up to see the person, because now he could see it was a person. He thought. A man, with warm tawny skin and bright yellow eyes. His ears were pointed, and his face was angular but somehow welcoming. He looked young, maybe in his 20s, but seemed sad or shocked. " You. ", the man spoke, " have a master? ". " Yes sir I, I do. Master Callow, sir. " He tried not to make eye contact with the new man.

" Hm. Curious... ". The person grabbed Marc's hand. " Follow me. I will take you to my dwelling. For now, if you must have one, I decree I am your master. " He was shocked, but stood. " Yes sir, master- sorry- I'll follow you now, master. " He took a breath, forced back his tears, and followed the man deeper into the trees. Where no one could hear him scream.

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SO MANY PORN BOTS ARE FOLLOWING ME WTF

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hey-

im gonna be in an inpatient hospital for a while-so uh- yeah. see ya when i get back

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Here's a lil' picrew of some whump characters I thought of. Left is whumpee, right is caretaker. It's whumpee's first time in the snow!

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Hear me out. Feet, but not in a gross or kinky way. Whumpee having to wrap torn clothes around their feet to avoid the bottoms getting shredded by a sharp floor/rocks. Whumper stepping on Whumpee's foot to stop them from scrambling away. A whumpee that was "trained" to crawl or kneel by hurting the bottoms of their feet. Whumpee getting their foot hurt, but Caretaker just meticuloudly bandaging and helping them heal. Helping an injured Whumpee clean their feet in the bath. Whumpee running through the streets or tiptoeing through Caretaker or Whumper's house without shoes on to be quieter. Whumpee going out in the cold barefoot and either Caretaker checks for frostbite, or Whumper throws them back out. Yeah.

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just got a fucking message from kokobot already wow