196 Archive: April 2nd 2022

War of Royalty

Yay! It’s done!

CW: Slavery, medieval whump, whipping and branding referenced, noncon stripping (again, nonsexual)  taken in by royalty, whumpee thinking fluff is punishment, intimate caretaker, forcefully carried, begging 

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The king held a golden goblet in the palm of his hand, occasionally glancing from the ambassador to the boy at his right hand. He was visibly trembling as all eyes at the banquet were glued on him, tracing his scars, staring at the healing whip marks curling over his shoulders. The king however, just kept looking longingly into his face. 

“Are you not hungry, Eden?” He asked, nodding towards his overfilled untouched plate. “No! It’s n-not that, your majesty, It’s just… sh-should I not be serving you? I should be refilling your wine, or washing plates.” Eden tucked his head waiting for the hand to dig in his hair or a strike to the back of the head… But alas, he just laughed.

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“They don’t want you.” “It’s not safe out there.” “They don’t care about you.” Whumper had told them time and time again, but whumpee had never believed them. No. They knew that their team still wanted them; that caretaker was worried sick. They don’t fall victim to whumper’s mind games. They refused to.

That was, until, they escaped. The escape had been hard, far harder than whumpee had imagined, they’d left with more scars than they could count, broken bones and a broken mind. Their only hope was caretaker and their team.

So imagine whumpee’s face when they finally stagger in, leaning heavily against the door frame. “h-hey i-“ but the team never look their way. Their eyes seem to be glued on someone else, someone whumpee has never seen before, someone new. “G-guys..?” Once again, their hoarse voice is left unheard.

Whumper was right, weren’t they? They’ve already been replaced.

So, with that, whumpee turns around, and they go to the one place they promised themself they would never see again.

Their knock is weak, quiet, as if there’s still a part of them that knows this is a bad idea. But still, they can’t help but feel a small sense of relief when the door swings open, and whumper stands there, clad in a shirt that’s too big and sweatpants that are too loose. Whumpee can’t help but let out a sob.

“..whumpee..? what..”

“y-you were right.. they don’t w-want me anymore…” they avoid their eyes, shaking where they stand in the torn clothes they’ve worn for months.

“Oh, whumpee…”

“do whatever y-you want with me.. i don’t care anymore but- please… n-no chains..”

“Of course, little dove. I’m sorry.” Whumpee whimpers at the nickname, collapsing against whumper’s chest. Their knuckles turn white with the grip they have on their shirt, and their sobs only increase as whumper returns the hug. “I’m so sorry, Whumpee.” There’s no malice in their voice, no hint of joy or happiness, nothing but pure guilt. That night, Whumpee curls up in whumper’s clothes, they’re given their first proper meal in months; they sleep in a clean bed with bandaged wounds.

i struggle drawing Skyfire so some stuff to familiarize myself with his design </3

hey so how’s it been goi—

Country whumpers, anyone?

Idk I'm just guessing there has to be some farming and ranching whumpers out there. Have I seen any? No. Do I want to? Hell yes.

So here. Take these and run. I'm begging.

[Prompt Masterpost]

Strap whumpee to the tire of a tractor  - starfish style - and let them just hang out here and spinnn and spinnnn and spinnnnn while you’re doing chores in the morning. 

Tie whumpee to an electric Fence. The constant tick tick tick of pain won’t do much damage but will absolutely keep them from falling asleep. See how long it takes them to cry.

Barbed wire restraints.

Barbed wire stress positions.

Leave whumpee tied up outside. If it’s hot out, watch them dry up and blister and burn. If it’s winter, watch the heat leak from their body until they stop shivering. 

Using bits of whumpee’s flesh as fish bait. But hey, whumpee gets to eat fresh fish that night, so it’s a win win, right?

Soak a lariat in water and tie it around their neck - then to a tree branch, keeping them on their feet. As the rough fibers dry, they’ll constrict, strangling whumpee agonizingly slowly.

So many power tools, man. So many.

Make them square bale hay with you. That’s it. That’s the prompt. Basic farm work.

Ditch them miles from home and make them run/walk all the way back or there’ll be hell to pay.

Let whumpee help as target practice before hunting season. Hold still and you probably won’t get hurt~

Whumper practicing their skinning skills on whumpee.

Tie whumpee down a bit too close while welding something. Who cares if slag hits them? It’ll just melt into the skin and scar forever, it’s fineeeee.

Spritz random pesticides and chemicals on them to test if it’ll burn flesh or if you need to wear gloves. 

Make whumpee carry the wire across the creek when fixing creek gaps. Keep them bound, though. They don’t need hands for balance; it’s their own fault if the current sweeps them under. Tie the wire to them to drag them back out just in case. Tie it around their neck if they’ve been bad recently.

Cordless drill. Drill screws into the flesh.

Tie whumpee to the top of a cabless tractor while working to keep them in sight. They’ll burn terribly from the heat, but as long as they stay quiet and don’t distract you during chores, maybe you’ll be done before they cook like an egg up there.

Extra choke chain lying around. You know what to do.

Nail whumpee to the wall to keep them still while you work on a building project.

Toss whumpee into the [whatever you’re putting rocks into] while picking up rocks in the spring. Proceed to Not Care when every rock you toss thunks against whimpering flesh. The job’s done when they’re completely buried and you can go dump that load.

[Prompt Masterpost]

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The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

everybody’s happy about having an artist friend but nobody thinks about that artist friend wishing to have another artist friend to have a drawings of their own character but not characters of their friends

My grandparents dog was put at sleep today. He caught a rabies, we think it’s from a fox that was appearing at our territory.

Steve, please sorry for being an ass and petting you when you didn’t wanted. You were the coolest oldest doggy I’ve known.

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