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@whumpflash

friendly local whumperfly dealer (aka befuddled-calico-whump. this is just how I organize ;-;)

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Status: Dormant

The Khanh sisters hunt monsters. When they capture a polymorphed dragon, one of the rarest and most dangerous creatures out there, they decide to learn all they can about the elusive species.

tw: violence, guns, torture in the name of science

Status: Complete

Rena never expected to see Caleon again, a bully of a prince who terrorized her when they were children. But when she crosses paths with him while visiting another city, she hardly recognizes the broken man he's become.

tw: slavery, violence, beatings, brief references to noncon, brief references to whump of a minor

Status: Complete

A different take on Captain Hook, how he lost his hand, and his history with Peter.

tw: torture, drugging, some graphic descriptions

Status: In-Progress

The Shadow King has fallen... Now what should be done with him?

tw: torture; mentions of war, death, and violence

Status: In-Progress

A single mistake can ruin your life.

tw: slavery, alcohol/fantasy drugs, adult language, violence

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castys being eaten alive by a bunch of animals

OKAY sorry for the long wait please enjoy <33

Ingredients: gore, animal attacks, eye whump

People didn't really think about how evil trees could be until they decided to be evil and, today, Castys was people.

He had just been minding his goddamn business in the woods during a storm, trying to leave, actually, abandoning his fishing rod and everything, but, no, not allowed to leave, get pinned under a fallen tree, idiot.

….pst hey, hey you. I-I asked around and heard you were a dealer. Listen man I got some compliments, only two because I’m strapped for cash, but I was wondering if you…got the goods if you know what I mean/s

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(skdjdjkeke)

I may have a few things up your alley, we got classics like...

- wrong-place-wrong-time post-apocalyptic pet whump

- cringefail evil overlord falls into the hands of his subjects

- sad babyboy ex-prince doesn't remember who he is

- pirate captain loses more than he thought he would

and

- we promise this dragon torture is for the greater good

...other daily specials can be made available on request :)

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In League – Chase (Hugh pt 2)

Just a little more backstory to this tiny side arc. Immediately follows this. Late-19th century whump. Dubious caretaker stalking whumpee who doesn't want to be helped.

Hugh’s mouth waters as he unwraps the damned parcel.

For all he knows, it may well be a rock. But it’s not, it’s a pasty. Edges neatly crimped, not a single seam run over by the filling escaping. He can’t remember the last time he tasted meat. His stomach, reawakened by the close promise of food, aches for the first bite. He lifts it to his mouth but the image of the older boy, smirking as he forced Hugh’s hand, flashes through his mind and fills him with bitter shame. 

Stupid. So stupid. For unwrapping it and for taking it at all. Should have let the dog have it. Left it like the milk and the last pie. 

He knows better. 

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lay with me//out on the prairie: prelude

1,207 Words | AO3

The Butcher grew up in a house of violence. He’s used to the sound of hog screams, rattling chains, and sobs against his ear—hidden behind bedroom doors. The smell of iron, chemicals, and death seemed permanently seared in his nostrils. 

By the age of ten, he already knew how to hang said hogs and bleed them dry. He would learn to gut one at the age of thirteen. Clean hand. Dirty hand. The knives used to bite at his fingers, leaving behind thin, little scars. 

He did not have his father's tongue. In speech or in taste. The man was charming, with an appetite for meat. He could talk himself in and out of any situation. Often flirting with the waitress right in front of his mousy wife. “You got your queerness from your mother—” he had said once, a cigar pinched between his teeth. His father cackled, a meaty hand slapping at the butcher’s shoulder blades. 

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Never, Never Cover Reveal

Never, Never by Callie Taylor (aka @befuddled-calico-whump aka @whumpflash) releases on April 1!

James has lost his ship and crew to Peter, his first mate. Now he’s forced to play Peter’s games. And Peter’s games are bloody. This retelling of Peter Pan flips the classic story on its head and asks the question: what if Peter Pan was the bad guy? This is the fourth book in the 12 Months of Whump series. Each month in 2025, look out for a new standalone whumpy book!

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hold on Nisha is the one who tortured Cerus but seemed to understand Tansy's "the monster wasn't there only a wounded man" view, are they faking support to get Tansy's trust and get Cerus back or do they like agree to disagree

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Nisha tortured Cerus out of a sense of duty, (though even they wouldn't deny they got some enjoyment out of it)
Their views on Cerus, at least during his reign and directly after his fall, were not very hopeful:
Their goal in tormenting him was to find out if the rumors of his blood seals (magic that would either resurrect Cerus or harm the kingdom) were true. (They weren't)
Once Cerus was tried and sentenced, they washed their hands of him. Whatever the people wanted to do was their right, considering how much the kingdom had lost to Cerus:
Yet despite not finding the people wrong for seeking retribution, even they can see it's gone too far. Cerus is no longer a threat, and they have a begrudging admiration for the way Tansy stood up for him:
So all that being said, it isn't that they're faking their support, it's that they can clearly see that Cerus will have a hard time harming anyone ever again, and that he's suffered plenty over the course of nearly a year. They still don't like or trust him, but their mind is able to be changed towards granting mercy now
Anonymous asked:

tansy is TWENTY???? they should be at the club… 😔

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they should 😭😭

They really are just a baby lol, they were still a teenager when they started fighting with the rebels

Under a more peaceful reign they'd probably be going to festivals with friends. I could easily see them being ye olde music hipster, learning to play Mandolin and performing at town events

but alas

Oooh also I feel like Nisha would do the whole grudging admiration thing so well. Like you’ve established that they appreciate loyalty, bravery, justice etc and I can just imagine them with some enemy soldier being like …I like this one. Gimme. They don’t deserve you

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YEAH

I could see them having a rivalry with an enemy general they hold a lot of respect for. Not admitting that they enjoy their run-ins, one of them stopping in to gloat and banter if the other is captured... Very cute of them

Would Nisha ever date someone, and if so who? Becuase I have some ocs that I think would fit really well with them

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I think they would! I definitely hadn't broadened into "non aro/ace relationships" back when I first wrote them, so I'd still put them on that spectrum, but I could see them in an affectionate QPR, or even just aromantic/grey-aro

They'd thrive with someone who understood their point of view and had an appreciation for justice, but still able to pull them in if they're going too far. Or alternatively, someone on the more chaotic side who voices and acts on the feelings they keep under wraps, perhaps in a more negative way...

I'm curious to know who you had in mind!

Would Nisha stop someone if they were going to rape Cerus?

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They would, at least in most cases. It seems unnecessary and vile to them, but if the offender directly asked for it they may relent

Not in a "come on, general, let us have fun" way, but a "he killed my family and this is how I want him to suffer" way

They still don't approve, but understand seeking vengeance. They would absolutely not allow it for any of their soldiers though, since it's "conduct unbecoming of a warrior"

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A Charlatan

Till Death

Warnings: An angry mob, beating and manhandling, unkind knife usage, emeto, mentioned death of side chars, edit: oh right, drugs

The first chapter of a very very whumpy novel I released a bit over a year ago. Finnian is a healer who can't heal, and his luck is about to run out.

Finnian hated dealing with sick people.

Considering the fact that he earned his money with healing, that was rather unfortunate. If he didn’t want to starve to death, he had to grit his teeth and ignore the stench of sweat and blood while tending to scrapes, coughs, aches, and fevers.

Sometimes, he wished he had learned something else after it had become clear that this wasn’t the right profession for him. Then he wouldn’t be sitting here, explaining to a grown-ass woman that when he had told her to keep the wound clean, that included keeping the bandages away from dirty water. And that yes, it fucking hurt, because now it was infected, and if she didn’t plan on losing a finger or two, she’d better keep her hand clean and dry this time. And that perhaps, just perhaps, that was a bit more important than scrubbing the kitchen.

Acacia Aneura: Fighter

cw: violence, slavery, eye injury (non explicit), implied fear of noncon, crude language

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The arena was a mockery of the wastes.

Sure, the city-dwellers probably didn't see it that way, but as soon as Judd's eyes landed on the cracked orange dirt that made up the floor, it was all he could see. Wastedirt, spectators all seated in shining viewer boxes, high above where the dust would cloud and the blood would spray. Watching and laughing from above like they always did.

A snarl pulled on Judd's mouth as he took in the crowd. Dressed up and clean, laughing and drinking with their eyes on the dirt below. Some looking bored as they waited for the fun to start. The sight of wine in a few of their glasses turned his stomach, nausea competing with nerves and anger for his attention.

Judd was the first event of the night by the looks of it, the heavy hand of Burke's guard shoving him forward so that he was walking alongside the barbed-wire fence that walled off the pit. The crowd erupted into cheers when they caught sight of him, the sound hitting him like hot oil on a sunburn.

Fuckers. He hated the thought of doing anything that excited the citydwellers, but right now he had no choice. If he did good now, maybe Burke would keep him in the pits, and if Skye was right, that meant more freedom. Training to get stronger, proper rations, no Compliance. It was his best chance for escape, a chance he refused to lose.

DILF in Distress

My submission for the @zineofgid 2023 edition, in which Fetch gets his ass handed to him by Jonas.

3.1k words CW: alcohol abuse | intubation | forcefeeding | jennings gag | strappado | open ending | older victim

There was a chill in the air. A thrill of excitement ran down his spine as he walked the length of the long, dark and dank corridor. He pulled a hand through his hair,  straightened his tie, tightened his leather gloves around his wrists, and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it over his arm as he stopped outside the door at the end of the corridor. He tilted his head left and right, the vertebrae in his neck popping softly, before grabbing the door handle and stepping inside.

The smell of blood and sweat lingered in the room. Heavy, muted breathing the only sound, until he flicked a switch. The fluorescent lights buzzed infuriatingly loud, but it was meant to add to the…experience. He smirked as he closed the door behind him with a firm bang, slowly walking towards a wall lined with various tools hanging from hooks and pegs — each more sinister than the last. Among them, a simple clothes hanger, which he hung his jacket on. He put the hanger back, turning around to face his captive as he undid the buttons on his sleeves.

“How’d you sleep…Fetcher?”

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