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blackrosesandwhump · 2 years

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Uncommon Whump Tropes

I compiled the answers to my recent uncommon whump trope question into a list for everyone's reference. Enjoy!

CW: very brief mentions of teeth whump, minor whump, female whumpees, noncon body modification

Feral hissy kitten whumpees, the bitey scratchy ones who scream incoherently at their rescuer/caretaker rather than use their talking words. The ones who can’t be made to understand they’re not going to be hurt anymore

Medieval fantasy dungeon/torture chambers

Female whumpee and platonic male caretaker

When person 1 passes something to person 2, via kiss or other pda, to help P2 escape somewhere, especially if there had been some kind of prior misunderstanding between them

Good old-fashioned chloroforming

Mind control and mind control-adjacent tropes like hypnosis

Whumpers who are subtlety scary

Childhood trauma/minor whump

Whipping

Teeth whump

Older whumpees

Whumpees who aren't conventionally attractive

Non-“innocent sweetie” whumpees: bastards, confused himbos, feral ladies, baffled aristocrats, tormented monsters, traumatized immortals, frightened Everyday Gals who react by throwing things and yelling, questionable antiheroes

Whumpees who turn bitter. Whumpees who are angry and complicated. Recoveries that are tough. Caretakers that don’t know what to do because a little nice touch and sweet words aren’t enough

Captive whumpees that slowly manipulate the situation they're in, gaining enough favor and trust with the whumper till it's the right moment for the tables to be turned and whumpee can get their revenge

Snakes used on the whumpee

Female whumpees

Small whumpers

Whumpers that aren't the physically stronger ones

Whumpees who aren't honorable, who lie and scheme and cheat their way out of their bad situation

Whumpees who aren't defiant, because they're smart enough to know all that defiance will get them is more pain. They aren't stoic because they know the whumper wants to hear them begging and crying

Manipulative whumpees. They bend, pretending to break, until their whumper gives them an opening

Villain whumpers who aren’t interested in captivity. They just love to antagonize the hero, do they care about stealing or blowing up the city, no not that much. But they love getting on hero’s nerves and beating them and mentally dragging them down until they can hardly do it anymore, and then just moving onto a new hero when it gets to boring for them

Androids, or human whumpees inside mech suits that get ripped to shreds during a fight so that the circuitry is exposed

Average whumpees, whumpees who aren’t super muscular and have more realistic proportions, whether they are large, medium, or small

Caretaker with some sort of trauma already in their past, and they’re desperate to protect whumpee, who’s probably someone older. The caretaker— having been scarred and trying to grasp at any bonds they have made as comfort— takes care of the person who should probably be taking care of them, and then, when the whumper comes in and does what they know best, the caretaker goes ballistic. They do unexpected, dangerous things to themselves behind whumpee’s back. They get themselves so deep in their deals with whumper just to be able to get whumpee out, because caretaker would inflict pain on an entire continent before letting whumpee go. And when the whumpee’s out, caretaker is too far in to turn back now… maybe they’ll force the whumpee back, they’ll be safer with them anyways…

Monster whump. More claws, wings, fur, long ears, tails

More queerplatonic Whumpee/Caretaker relationships

Female whump (that isn't non-con). Ladies can break their arms and get kicked in the gut too

Being conditioned into submission and having trouble shaking it, i.e. even days after the shock collar has been removed they still almost never speak unless spoken to

Human experimentation

Unique stress positions, especially ones where the pain builds up over time

Noncon body modification, but more extreme than piercings & tattoos, e.g. wings/ears/tails/etc, or cybernetic things

Sci-fi themed whump that's not about androids

Whump involving timelines, time loops, alternate universes and other stuff like that

Physical signs of whump for supernatural whump that aren’t scars or lost body parts, like changed eye colors or new appendages or like marks on your soul

Forced mind control self-whump while the caretaker watches but doesn't know they're under mind control, or even a non-consensual situation because it's just barely mild-looking enough until the caretaker leaves because they really thought they were doing the right thing by trying to step in but they were told they were just interrupting and now they feel bad. And the whumpee has no idea what’s going on but when they come to and are being weakly willful to the whumper but they are informed that the caretaker saw and didn’t care, breaking the last part of the whumpee’s will that was barely holding out

More accidental trauma reveal

Lab whump

Lady whump (and lab lady whump)

Feral whumpees

Spitting blood

That trope where the group has to explore their loved one’s mindscape to save them and secret trauma is revealed in their memories

Being presented with a fear that is wholly mind numbing and the annoying character not poking fun at the one that's scare

“Phantom pain” but not in the traditional amputee sense, e.g. whumpee’s arm gets cut off in a corrupted video game and he still feels the pain of it IRL despite his real-life arm being intact…or alternative forms perhaps being: sharing a soul with someone and feeling the pain that they feel, characters with past lives feeling old injuries from their predecessors, or a mecha story where damage done to the mech is felt by its pilot

The plot allowing enough time for a newly disfigured character to process and grieve over their new appearance, e.g. Spiderman 3; the worst/best part is Peter did this to him, which adds that best-friends-do-permanent-damage-to-each-other-but-they-remain-good-friends layer. They could overcome that sense of betrayal, even if Harry ended up dying

Character getting kidnapped while sick

Teams saving someone from hypothermia

Colleagues as caretakers

Seizure aftercare

Dehydration after a long spell somewhere hot, like working hard outside, and whumpee doesn’t feel the heat exhaustion and dehydration creep up on them, which can lead to a fever

General extremes of heat, when someone pushes their own body to the limit and doesn’t realize until it’s too late, and their coworkers and friends have to pick up the pieces, leading to some pretty difficult conversations about looking after yourself and listening to your own needs

Whumpee leaves or disappears and after some time is found again with a big injury by caretaker with no context

Brainwashed Whumpee randomly switching between their brainwashed personality and their original one. Top tier: the original is stoic and grouchy but the brainwashed is either really goofy or lovey-dovey - and their loved ones go from finding this funny, to finding it unsettling because the original personality is reacting to it with terror

Shapeshifting whumpers. Whumpers that can effortlessly infiltrate and adapt to whumpees' friend circle even before (or after) whump. Whumpers that shapeshift into whumpee's loved ones during whump. Whumpers that basically catfish whumpee by turning into multiple different people and all "befriending" Whumpee, just to see the look on whumpee's face after the "I have friends who will find me" moment

Older pet whumpees, e.g. pets on the verge of being put down or past their prime time of use being berated for being so slow and weak and useless. Pets knowing they’re on borrowed time and knowing that their master is so merciful as to keep their worthless ass alive

Impalement through the neck/strung up by the neck

Being forced to apologize to everyone for making them worry while you were being tortured/otherwise suffering

Whumpees who aren't male and white

Redeemed villains that are too scared to ask for help and they end up hiding all their injuries from the hero(es)

TW: noncon/abuse/nsfw

Tickling, either consensually dubcon or against whumpee's will

More nsfw/dubcon (basically noncon but the whumpee doesn't really have a choice to resist)

Noncon touching (SEXUAL)

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aresenics · 11 months

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☼ ☾ ( angelina jolie , fifty - five , she / they , demiwoman , markov 2 ) - have you seen OKSANA MARKOV ? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re COGENT but also RECALCITRANT. when you think of them , you think of a teardrop falling from the eyes of graveyard angels ; unsure if tis the rain or if they've come alive, branches creaking and scratching against palace windows, and watching a lone coyote pass by on the road.

DOWAGER DUCHESS OF MOSCOW ( RUSSIA ) .

mentions cw: witchcraft , domestic violence , child abuse , death , dementia .

*̲ ⋅ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔 :

FULL NAME: oksana dimitria markov .

NICKNAME(S): oksa .

AGE: fifty - five .

GENDER IDENTITY: demiwoman .

PRONOUNS: she / her & they / them .

ORIENTATION: demi - bisexual & biromantic — strong preference for women .

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: russian ( primary ) , english ( secondary ) .

ACCENT: russian , giving v much yelena belova . she’s gotten a lot better at not slurring her words but it’s still extremely present .

PARALLEL(S): maleficent ( maleficent ) , natasha romanoff ( marvel ) , michonne ( the walking dead ) , polly shelby ( peaky blinders ) , sae - byok ( squid game ) , & fox ( wanted ) .

*̲ ⋅ 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 :

BIRTH PARENTS: status — deceased , fyodor & dimitria pacheco .

SIBLINGS: none ( can be changed , idk ) .

DISTANT RELATIVES: unknown , if any ( tba ) .

HUSBAND: status — deceased . duke ivan markov .

CHILDREN: status — alive , three children : duke nikolai, lord aleksei & lord viktor .

*̲ ⋅ 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆 :

FACE CLAIM: angelina jolie .

HAIR COLOUR: impossibly straight with smooth bangs , onyx .

EYE COLOUR: a striking blue accentuated by the dark of her hair .

BODY MODIFICATIONS: a deep scar across her throat , swirls of red ink around her fingertips & along her shoulder blades .

REFINERY: usually seen with her locks tucked up into an ushkana, a fur shawl with black dressage underneath & the click of leather heeled boots seen here .

*̲ ⋅ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 :

the joan of arc : a heroine chosen by fate. she hears a higher power one day, out of the blue, calling on her. she never doubts this voice or her own sanity, she leads many to victory, often against odds and did not fear death in battle. one day, she might be the death of her.

*̲ ⋅ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕 :

oksana was born to fyodor and dimitria pacheco, a soldier for the royal guard and a woman who’s strength rivaled a thousand men. her mother, bathed in moonlight and black curls hidden from view by the pull of her cloak, would often taken oksana into the woods, showing her the “truth” of what a “higher power” could gift you. fyodor was always very against this, but loved his wife with a passion that dismissed the idea of her committing any wrongdoing. elixirs of love, brittle rabbit bones in a bottle, and spellbound books were the catalyst of oksana’s childhood.

however, it became apparent that she was not inept in communicating with her mothers spirits. rather, took after her father. gone were the gauntlets of oozing green concoctions, replaced by the clasp of a tiny poison tipped blade. by day and by night, she’d sneak off into the village where the older children would fight, rolling around in the mud and scraping knees against the rough cobblestone. she’d grin and pile on, quieting the murmur of brutely boys who should’ve overpowered her greatly but were quickly flipped onto their backs in disbelief. her father quickly caught on to her whereabouts, seeing the skills she possessed and set her up to become the family keeper. you will need to take my place when i’m gone . . . . for her.

from then on, oksana was trained in a variety of fighting forms. from judo to fencing, archery and javelin throwing. adoring her mother most of all, her dauntlessness carried weight in her punches. the force of her throws. her father would soon pass as she entered in her twenties and left her to step into his shoes. despite the moments dimitria looked at her with forlorn eyes . . . confused, all a blur. suddenly forgetting who her daughter was. did she really have one ? where was she ? who was she ? unsure of everything one moment and reaching out for oksana’s the next, memory flooding back like a broken damn. oksana knew her time was nearing, and had to settle on a path.

and so it occurred. dimitria pacheco, bathed in admiration and clutched in oksana’s arms as she ventured to the other side, was buried in her home village. oksana moved from her childhood home, and would soon climb up ranks to become a royal soldier, skilled in grappling against the biggest of men with ambidextrous prowess; slaying many and loving very few. by the time she hit her thirties, she had become a personal guard to the duchess of years past, and that is where she met ivan; a match of cursed breaths and firm hands. it should've been a marker, a telling sign of what was to come.

ivan was never faithful, solely using her to give him a heir or two, then a third, scurrying off into the night with a woman who could not produce any. time and time again he'd tell her if it weren't for that 'simple inconvenience' she would never see to becoming duchess. each of her children . . . cubs born to a burly bear of a woman, clawing at their father and giving as good as she got. trying her best to inflict the damage threatened upon her children. she's suffered many injuries, but the most significant has left her voice coarse & choked; a scar living across her throat from one of the late duke’s unsheathed daggers.

she loathes the idea of being touched by any man and only allows it from her own sons. she is not as guarded toward feminine presenting individuals and is actually far more comfortable in their presence. most who know of the markov's are aware of her preference and keep a respectable distance from her. she hates with every fiber of her being . . . that she still thinks about her late husband. she does not grieve him so much as she grieves the idea of what could've been and what will never become.

she is the very makings of a conjurer in witchcraft, creating herbs that take days worth of focus & believes that there are higher powers out there that aid in her healing and help her understand why such such a life was allowed. oksana is mostly seen within the confines of her home or in the dark of night, taking solace in quiet despite what has happened and what might become of her country. she's very precise in her verbiage, a would - be advisor to her children & lords alike, keeping pawns & shadowing any rooks. a scorned woman ? no. a phoenix risen from the ashes.

*̲ ⋅ 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 :

to be announced . <3

#francehq.intro #domestic violence tw #death tw #dementia tw #she's coming .

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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 2 years

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Masterlist Thing For My Major WIPs

I figured doing this would make everybody’s life easier. XD I also don’t have good enough summaries for my WIPs (in my opinion) to make WIP intros. I’ll update chapter links and stuff as I go along and will maybe probably make a taglist for my stuff (if I don’t forget).

WIP Info

Space Don’t Dictate Fate (HIATUS)

Summary (That I’m willing to give up): A story about gays in space. They all want something that'll be a hella pricey. Do they stick with what'll be good for themselves or fail? Or will they find out there's another way to accomplish some of their goals.

Mostly post snippets. Will answer worldbuilding or oc asks for this one. It was a gift for someone but now it is the most complex child I have created. This story is still very unfinished.

Trailer here!

Main characters: Arc (they/them), Tharion (he/him), Cosma(she/her), and Greeter(she/they)

Face claim/picrew for characters here!

Robots and Gardens (still in the drafting process)

Summary: Imagine how the now present world was imagined and awed upon by previous generations mixed with how it actually is in the present world. Industrialization, overworked employees, coorporate slaves, so many robots, cool technology, hope for a better world. Until it all decides to collapse in a way no one saw coming. Who are we going to take down to stop everything from crumbling.

You can ask me all kinds of questions about this one. XD It’s no where neardone though. I post actual chapters of this... sometimes. XD I’m trying my best. I have a couple chapters out so far which you can read here. Chapters 1/2/3/

Main characters: Digits (she/her), Green (she/her), Peace (she/her), Donnie (he/they), Hollis (she/her)

Face claim/picrew for main characters here.

Fucked at Five (my newest wip!) (may or may not change the title)

Summary (that I have so far): Morphers. An extreme genetic modification that has been gifted by the impatience of the world and the power of science. Morphers have the ability to morph their form into a more animalistic form. All of these forms vary in composition and severity. Morphers are monsters to human kind. Human kind are monsters to morphers. Morphers might just be the new superior, humans are just far too arrogant to see it.

You can ask me all kinds of questions about this one as well. XD I’m still figuring stuff out though.

Main characters: Elliot (he/him), Saz (she/her), Julie (she/her), Ian (he/it)

Face claim/picrew for characters right here.

Character Inspired Playlists here

Character info (General)

Voiceclaims sorta here

Awesome piccrews most of my ocs here

Digits Prosthetic Schematics here

Some art I drew of Digit's prosthetics. A little messy but very detailed descriptions.

Ramblings about fighting styles (Fucked at Five) here

Random Writes!

This is stuff that aren’t any of my major wips. This will be stuff like random prompts or random scenes that can or won’t be related to my main three WIPs. More often not related. This is a lot of the stuff I write, especially when I head back to campus. It can be a mixture of study’s (where I’m practicing a specific thing like action scenes, kiss scenes, grief, etc.), poetry, story’s that drop in at random ass points. Half of the time they won't have titles XD and the characters won't have names.

Cravings (the only finished one for real XD)

Can read that here! cw: blood, gore, cannibalism, sex mention.

I feel like I won’t shut up about this one. XD I’m sorry. I’m really proud of this one.

Melancholic Alcoholic (Poem from awhile ago)

Can read that here!

Cute tag game I did with Green and Peace

Here

Untitled quick write story here

CW: Suicide, Suicidal ideation, suicide attempt mention, and gore.

Dero Was Here (story here)

CW: Violence, death, gods, fantasy religion

An Unwelcomed Gift here

CW: Violence, gods, fantasy religion, body horror (sort of), death, blood (a little), gore (eh a little not really)

Random Fucked at Five Stuff here! and here!

Crushing on the Mortuary Man here!

CW: Gore, necrophilia, cannibalism mention, body horror, vomit.

My Characters as excerpts from poems I've written here

Give it some love. I think this is a good insight on some of my characters! And it's a quick glimpse at some of my poetry that I rarely post.

Appetite here!

No content warnings I think. Just a short kinda violent little story. 👍🏾

Song based blurb here!

Cw: suggestive content, alcohol

Untitled Poem here!

Daughter here!

Another poem I wrote for creative writing class.

Weird Little Story here!

CW: Unsettling, vomit

Somethin' About Me here!

Cw: suicide mention.

A little poem I found in my notes app.

Soft Moment Between Friends here!

A little Robots & Gardens scene.

Random Robots & Gardens Thing here!

Just a random little thought that came to mind XD. Green fucked up.

Green and her knife here!

A couple random robots & gardens blurbs revolving around Green and her weapon.

Clothes Swap here!

Cw: nsfw

Peace borrows clothes from Green and other stuff ensues.

The Arrangement here!

Cw: nsfw

Saz and Julie have an agreement and they enjoy themselves.

Green and Digits Character Study here!

Green and Digits from Robots & Gardens first meeting each other. Gay bonding and acquaintanceship ensues

Saz's Fear here!

A quick little blurb about a goofy fear Saz has.

Dark's Love is Bright here!

A cool concept of Dark versus Light.

Halloween WBW Snippet here!

Kid Peace and Green show you a glimpse of what their Halloween's were like.

Saz and Elliot Big Post here!

Saz and Elliot start talking about morphing and training. Doodles attached.

Julie and Saz Mush here!

Julie and Saz being cute. Julie calls Saz pretty after a long day of getting insulted by the elder morphers. Saz's day brightens.

Julie Kicks Saz's Ass here!

Julie and Saz have a training match. And as the title says Saz get's fucking ruined.

A Morning Away here!

Peace and Green have a morning to themselves and decide to use it.

Cw: nsfw

The Worker And The Protestor here!

A dive into Digits at work and the protestor (Peace) that brightens her day.

Smut Scene Prompt Response here and here!

Saz and Julie's safeword sorta/Julie's shy under Saz's affection

Cw: nsfw

Green and Peace Prompt Responses 1 & 2

Green and Peace get busy at church/Peace gets sick and Green takes care of her.

Cw: nsfw

Unrequited here!

A quick poem I wrote while hella in my feelings

Cw: suggestive

Fighting it Out here!

A very brief fight scene between Ian and Elliot

Mighty Morphing People Eaters + here!

Something where I dive into the fact that most morphers have eaten people before.

Cw: body horror (kinda), human consumption

Leftovers here!

Very quick Saz and Julie thing where Julie both encourages Saz and brings her down

Cw: human consumption (mentioned), blood

Hollis the Multifaceted here!

Hollis character study

#writeblr #wips #wip intros kinda

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 2 years

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Dark Descent

by Avacabolt

I feel like there's a sore lacking of winged dick grayson content and I aim to fix that. It's a shame since there's so much potential but ah well. More opportunities, I suppose. Before we begin, I'd like to mention a few things

-This fic is extremely gritty and is not for the faint of heart. Not that batman-related stuff isn't that already, but if you came here to read pure fluff or a little hurt/comfort, then you'll be in for a long wait, as the fluffy parts of this fic after the prologue won't be coming in until much later

-I was thinking about putting chapter warnings for each one based on their tws and cws. However, each chapter is going to be hitting with some sort of dark element and misery. I've decided not to do that, so just know that the vast majority of these chapters will deal with heavy concepts including but not limited to, torture, body horror, body modification, brutal murder, human experimentation, cannibalism, and extreme dehumanization.

Words: 1417, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent, Barry Allen, Diana (Wonder Woman), Oswald Cobblepot

Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Oswald Cobblepot & Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Hurt No Comfort, Winged Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Kidnapping, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Cannibalism, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Human Experimentation, Dehumanization, Psychological Torture, Conditioning, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Dick Grayson is Not Okay, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Animal Instincts, Jason Todd is Not Okay, Familial Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40726083

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed

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probablyevilrpgideas · 3 years

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The Vasharan- cartoonish villains, made better

"Vasharans as written suck. But they co-

*drop kicks Maxwell Lord*

"SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Anyway.

So, in the 3e Book of Vile Darkness, the Vasharan were introduced as an example of an evil race of humans (well, culture. But they say race, because... *sigh* D&D), akin to how the drow are evil elves, derro are evil dwarves, and so on. And they have a compelling concept-

But it turns into a really shitty, cartoonish idea of "vile evil" really quickly. Which honestly is a constant problem with this book and what keeps me from actually loving it. There's some cool stuff in the Book of Vile Darkness, but then almost everything becomes this really weird, immature depiction of evil that you would see in, like, if Frank Miller tried to write "heinous despicable fantasy evil."

Basically, the vasharan as depicted in the book as "born out of rape, anger and pain" and "(loving) to kill and maim." It says they don't understand "concepts such as mercy, kindness, or love--not even towards each other." It says these concepts are completely alien to them they rarely think to use them as leverage with others. And then throws in some stuff about them not having typical societal taboos-- they don't have any taboos against incest or rape, no aversion to filth or gore, and "have no distaste for creatures such as insects, serpents and worms."

Which... as I write this, I'm just thinking about an internet friendly acquaintance of mine who keeps leeches as pets. And like, not to mention that people keeping snakes and insects as pets is a thing. Pet snakes are just, like, a thing. You can get them at Petsmart. Pet hissing cockroaches are unusual, but not unheard of, and even people that think keeping a six inch long "beetle that shares a name with that thing we see in kitchens and associate with filth" is weird will often see keeping mantises as pets to be unusual but innocuous.

And I'm just realizing a whole new level of this book's, like, cultural egocentrism?

Anyway, they're humans, and the book ....gets points? For not portraying them as a single specific skin tone. They live on a particular remote, isolationist plateau which, like Thymiscera in DC, has an array of skin tones among their one race. Which always confuses me with Thymiscera, but I approve even if it makes the science side of my brain say "wait, what?" I guess in the vasharans' case that tone diversity probably comes from them capturing and keeping slaves and... being what the book has already said that I don't want to repeat.

Although I do want to point out one thing in Vasharan lands that I'll just quote-

"A council of elders elected through democratic means rules Vashar--the Vasharans would never abide a despot and would all die before submitting to tyranny."

But they keep slaves.

I guess they still have cognitive dissonance.

Anyway.

So, what's the point of all this? They seem like a pretty shitty write culture, right?

Well... Ok, I'm a Satanist. You drop something about fantasy adventurers killing gods in my lap, and I'm already breathing heavy. Add in that they lack common societal taboos, and I'm nearly there.

I find something promising in the concept behind the Vasharans. I prefer to leave the whole R-thing on the table, because... there's evil, because you deal with demons and create undead, and want to kill Pelor for not doing things right, there's being a bit too willing to kill to get things done (hi, virtually all D&D adventurers!) and then there's malevolence and violation of one's person. My evil characters might shoot an NPC in the head because they're in the way and I'm having a bad day. They might torture an enemy as a way to punish someone truly reprehensible. But my evil characters respect consent. Weird line to draw, but I do.

Re-writing the Vasharans

So what do we do with the Vasharans? Oh, an aside--I don't quite have a good handle on how Vashar, Vasharan and Vasharans gets used. Generally, I see Vashar as the name of the culture, and it looks like WotC uses it as the name of their home plateau, vasharan as the word for an individual of it, and then vasharans as the plural of that. Like Germany/German/Germans. But I know I don't always get this right in my own writing. So bare with me if you get confused, because, honestly, I'm a bit confused.

So what do we do with the Vasharans?

Well, I think the whole "wanting to kill the gods" thing is the big hook you want to hold onto, but it can be done better, and it has. On a forum I post on, a fellow poster responded to my question about how to do the vasharans and evil cultures better with... a lot of stuff, but he really improved on the origin myth-

The First Man If he had a name, it was Man. He needed no other because there were no others of his kind. The gods made him to serve them and he did so without question for thirty times three-hundred years. He loved his creators. He toiled at their command. He venerated them every waking moment. He even worshiped them in his dreams. Their whims were the beginning and end of his world and he was happy, at first. Over time the First Man grew lonely. The gods had each other for companionship. The animals had companions. Even the demons in the Abyss had companions. Yet he was all alone. And so it came to pass in the First Man asked the gods to give him a companion. The Wise One heard his plea said that the gods should create a Woman in the image of the goddesses. But the other gods were filled with rage and would not hear him. "Are we not good enough for you?" they asked their Man. "Don't you love us?" "Is our infinite grace insufficient for you?" Cowed, the First Man fell to his knees and professed his love to his creators. "You are more than enough" he said. "You're are all I'll ever need." In his heart he felt sadness. He didn't understand the emotion then, for he had never felt it before, but it would grow. For thirty times three-hundred years he toiled for the gods. He venerated them. He worshipped them. But every day the sadness grew in his heart. Vasha One day, while tending the fields of ambrosia that stretched from shore-to-shore in the before-age as was his duty, the Man found a woman. By the standard of Second Men, she was ugly beyond imagining. To simply look upon the Obyrith would shatter the soul of a lesser being, but the First Man was more perfect than the imitations that came after him. Rather than being repulsed by the demon as an inferior man would be, he felt compassion. "I am Vasha," she said. "I have been overthrown by my evil slaves and cast up into the harsh light of the gods. Now I shall surely die." Her wounds were great and her poison life-blood spilled out into the ground. It withered the divine crops and created a dead-zone where nothing would ever grow again. The Man knew that she would die if he did not save her. He also knew that the gods would want her to die. Her very existence was anathema to them and she undid their works simply be being.He knew this, and he acted. For the first time in his long life he called upon the gods power to serve his will alone and her wounds were healed. The gods knew immediately. "Slay her," they commanded him. "She is evil. She will bring ruin to all of our works." He refused. They raged. "Slay her." "No." "Slay her." "No." "Slay her." "Never." The gods tried to smite the First Man, but Vasha hid him in the dark places where they cannot see. As the gods rage above them, they grew to love each other. For three years the gods unleashed their fury upon the Earth and for three years the two loved each other in their hiding place. The Wise One intervened and calmed his siblings and they returned to Heaven unsatisfied. The First Man remained in hiding for another three years and when he came out he carried three horns. " I repent! he cried. I have slain Vashar and brought her horns as tribute. Please forgive me." "See," the Wise One said to his brothers. "I told you that he'd come back." The gods accepted the demon's horns and forgave their wayward creation, but they made him suffer a terrible penance. The gods agonized him for three years and three years more before they allowed him to return to his duties. He served the gods faithfully for another thirty-three years and then disappeared. "Where did he go?" the gods asked. "Where is our Man?" "Demons are vile things," The Wise One said, "but they understand revenge. One of her kin must have unmade him in anger." The other gods saw the wisdom in his words and agreed. Then The Wise One went to stoke the Divine Fire, lest his siblings see that an Ember was missing, while the other gods went back to their bickering. Eventually the gods forgot about the Man, all but The Wise One who saw the Man

steal the Ember but was wise enough to keep his mouth shut. The City That Was The First Man used the stolen Ember to burn an layer of the Abyss. In the blink of an eye, the Divine Fire reduced infinity to ash. From that ash the First Man and his mutilated demon bride constructed the City That Was. For three-hundred times three-hundred years it was a paradise where no one suffered and all were happy. It couldn't last. The gods discovered their creation's treachery and he could not hide from them. His soul was destroyed and so was his wife. The City was returned to ash. Some of the First Children escaped the destruction and hid, Vasha taught them about the secret places where the gods cannot see. Then the gods decreed that all created things shall die in time and the First Children began to wither in their hiding places.

(--Written by Hyzmarca, the gaming den)

Personally, I prefer to make the first human ...the best term I'm aware of is intersex, but I always feel weird about using it this way, but, yeah. I prefer to say the First Human was not a man. Or a woman. They are were a "whole human." Possessing both male and female characteristics. But otherwise, I use this write up as is. It gives the First Human a reason to turn on the gods, and it gives their children, the Vashar, a reason to carry that hatred onwards.

He goes on to sketch a culture with a philosophy that.. has a slightly "Dark Buddhism" cast to it, they believe that to exist is to suffer, because the gods are dicks. But where Buddhism seeks to end suffering by ending desire, what they see as the cause of suffering, vasharans embrace suffering as a part of the condition of existence (though they still seek to end what they see as the cause of suffering). Their culture practices a huge variety of scarification rituals as a sort of... testament to this idea that existence means suffering and their willingness to embrace that. They believe that through suffering, we are made strong-

(sorry, I had to)

-and that the defining trait of their culture is to endure unjust suffering.

Being that they see suffering as... not necessarily a good thing, but a positive one, at least, they don't practice torture of their enemies, captives, criminals, etc. In fact, someone in Vasharan captivity will be giving every comfort possible, and executions are quick and clean, and as painless as possible, because they see suffering as a privilege.

The one ritual that Hyzmarca elaborated on in his posts is The Scarifice of Vasha, whereby vasharan women gain the distinctive red markings on their scalps they are known for-

(WARNING. THIS SECTION DESCRIBES RITUALISTIC MUTILATION, DONE TO CHILDREN. IT'S NOT MALEVOLENT, BUT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SKIP AHEAD TO THE NEXT ALL CAPS LINE)

Vasharan girls are secured into elaborate frames which hold them immobile, so that an ur priest (vasharan clerics who steal magic from the gods rather than praying for it) can peel back her scalp, and carve delicate, incredibly small passages from a series of epic poems of the vasharans into the bone. This can go for several days, during which the child is cared for to ensure she is not permanently harmed, but is left to feel the intense pain. Because suffering makes one strong. Once the inscription is complete, molten gold will be used to fill the carvings and allowed to cool and harden, then the skin is replaced, and a dark red paste which promotes highly visible scars is applied.

(YOU'RE ALL GOOD. DESCRIPTION OF RITUALISTIC SCARIFICATION IS DONE.)

Which seems very extreme, even compared to the various tribal rites of passage we see in the real world that are often used as some kind of colonial shock porn. But, mind you, in D&D, magical healing exists. Hell, magic that tracks a person's vitals and allows people to survive extreme bodily harm exists. So you can go way harder than "woven palm gloves full of bullet ants." And unlike certain real world practices that even people from the regions that practice them are trying to end (which I won't name, but will use the initialism of, FGM), this causes no lasting harm. Admittedly, Because Magic, but it's fantasy, so I think that's fair, whereas even if it were in a fantasy setting the practice I'm not going to name has "permanent lasting harm" as its entire point.

Though the Vashar hate the gods, they are not areligious, instead practicing, essentially, ancestor worship, though I imagine they would balk at the terminology (and come to think of, I would think real people who practice "ancestor worship" would also balk at the term, but I don't know). Vasharan temples are mostly store fronts, selling "ghost goods" which might be anything from symbolic representations of money, to clothes, tools, even sex toys, which are burned in temple fires to transfer a spiritual copy of the item to a vasharan's ancestor inside the Ilkanac, a soul gem which contains vasharan souls keeping them safe from the punishments of the gods. These same fires also allow vasharans to communicate with their ancestors. This communication is charged for, as the ghost goods are sold at cost.

So, that's mostly just stuff I'm sharing, rather than my particular take on Vashar. I did however add some of my own things for the Greyhawk game I'm working on and hope to be running soon (just as soon as my players get their damned characters done... I kid. I don't have an adventure ready yet, so they're good).

Being a queer satanist, I added the idea that, due to being the descendants of the first human (who was created "before the sexes were split) and demons, I decided that vasharans exhibited pretty much every configuration of sexual characteristics, from none at all to all of them, and that gender is nearly a foreign concept to them. They have no gender roles, they treat masculinity and femininity as just aesthetics, and fluidity between them is completely unremarkable. Some vasharans present a solely masculine or feminine aesthetic their whole life, while others might change at some point, or use whichever aesthetic they feel like on a given day or for a given task. And whichever aesthetic they adopt has nothing to do whatever configuration of sexual characteristics they have.

Not only that, but the Vasharan language has absolutely no gendered pronouns. They have terms, honorifics, and pronouns that denote relative statuses- dominant, submissive, subjugated, or equal, and whether the subject is divine, profane, or mortal, and whether the speaker favors, despises or has no particular feeling about the subject, but they have no gendered based pronouns.

Finally, on the subject of sex, gender and sexuality, there is no real "norm" in vasharan sexuality, or perhaps their norm is pansexuality, but only by slight plurality, and their marriages can have any number of participants (even one, though in this case it's mostly a legal artifice).

In the BoVD, it says vasharans absolutely cannot be divine spellcasters, but I don't like that, since there are so many ways to be a divine spellcaster without worshipping a god in D&D. I say they can easily be druids, rangers and shamans, and they can also be cause clerics, championing an idea rather than being devoted to a god. I also want to write up a paladin equivalent for them, but that's for later.

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D&D has a serious, ongoing problem with portraying real world cultural practices which happen to fall outside of white, christian societal norms (or even just Western norms) as somehow inherently evil, and that's basically all over Book of Vile Darkness and Book of Exalted Deeds in 3e. In fact, BoED even goes further to indulge in some serious moral relativism by saying it's evil to use poisons and diseases, but then details special magical ones which only work on evil characters and actually basically work by literally torturing their victims for their evil, and one spell that imprisons the souls of evil targets (soul trapping is also generally considered evil in D&D, so another case of "EXCEPT WHEN WE DO IT"), and then torments the soul for a year before forcible converting their alignment to Good.

Book of Vile Darkness might have a serious problem with saying that being fat, ugly, heavily pierced or tattooed, or even just being into sadomasochism is evil, but at least it doesn't play the moral relativism of BoED.

But ultimately, I consider these books to be better as prompts, giving you some ideas to run off and do your own thing with, and some cool mechanics (like the Sacrifice rules in BoVD). I'm hard pressed to think of such a mechanic in BoED that I like as is, but I suppose there is one spell in it that I do like, if only for the imagery. Both books have their own special category of aligned spells that can be used by any spell caster of the appropriate alignment, Corrupt and Sanctified spells. Both categories require you to pay a cost to use them, which is usually some ability damage. Book of Exalted Deeds has a Sanctified spell called Exalted Fury, which has the Sacrifice cost of "you die." The effect of the spell is that you explode in a 40-foot radius burst of holy power that deals damage to evil creatures in the area (in 3e, literally any creature of evil alignment) equal to your current hp+50. I really want to play an epic level paladin with this spell at the ready some day (paladin for the d10 hit die, and it would have to be epic level because it's a 9th level spell, and a paladin would need to take the epic feat Increased Spell Capacity five times to get 9th level spells).

#Dungeons and Dragons #Book of Vile Darkness #Vasharan #Taking WotC's ideas and doing my own thing with them to make them better #CW: mention of rape #CW: mention of extreme body modification

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yoshkeii · 3 years

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“𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍?”

࿐ character(s): Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya

࿐ genre: sfw

࿐ type: hcs + oneshots

࿐ requested by: @/han-the-fanboy

⌦ gn!reader (they/them)

⌦ cw/tw: reader has nomu alterations/modifications, mentions of scars, fighting, blood, burns, fire

⌦ somewhat a continuation/relation to "𝙰𝚋𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕"

⌦ ‘May I request Shoto, Deku, and Bakugo meeting a reader who had escaped from the LOV and had some Nomu alterations, but could still speak somewhat as well as read and write- the reader kind of just ends up following them everywhere and being extremely protective... and maybe the bois running into the LOV and the reader getting severely injured protecting them, but is just happy that the boi is okay- ’

A/N: i believe this is actually my first(?) bnha request i’ve written so thank you for sending one, i greatly appreciate it !!

𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞:

→ he genuinely adores and trusts you-

→ like yeah you were an nomu, experimented upon for AFO and LOV’s sake but he knew there was humanity within you still.

→ easily noticing how you could still use your voice to make sound out words into broken sentences to communicate with him and the others. the way you still looked more human than those- nomus he’s seen in person and documented.

→ most likely takes care of you the most within the commons due to the fact you are always around him.

→ at one point you tried to leave the commons by yourself to follow Midoriya somewhere else but was stopped by a few students and soon Aizawa himself.

→ you just wanted to be near your favorite person :((

→ though, whenever he is in the commons he lets you in his dorm room. just seeing you laying on his bed while he’s at his desk or you actually laying on the floor aside of him like some pet.

→ Midoriya lets you cuddle him a lot, loving how you feel trusted to sleep around him was something he would never let go. hence you never done that in the living area of the commons itself- well you were often alert and a light sleeper when it came to it.

→ he helps you learn how to speak and even write !! he noticed how you can do a little bit of writing even if the words are spelled incorrectly n such, but at least you know the alphabet.

→ he helps you treat the scars and still healing wounds on your body, since you did have modifications on your body there were several odd things about your physical body. many experiments had left scarring and some stitches were visible.

→ though, there was one recent injury that made his mind blank. replaying the events like it was just the day before.

Midoriya didn’t know how he got here. Dodging the slashes from Toga who desperately wanted to get a scratch, Shigaraki getting to close to home with his skin. How’d they catch him this off guard? How unfortunate. Though it was fortunate Todoroki and Bakugou had the other members occupied somewhere else, not too much of an unfair battle. Wincing as Toga did land a hit against his bicep, a deep cut being formed from that sharp blade of hers. Stumbling back as he lost balance finding himself pinned in a tight spot, only kneeling he stared at the blonde girl ahead of him. Who was about to attack, until you came into view. Or rather came into crossfire. The tossed blades seen hitting you directly on your chest. Midoriya didn’t know what happened next really as the next moments flew by. But a ton of blood was shed. A lot of it was as you tried to protect him, running away with you in your large arms. The feeling of the warm blood from the large incision across your chest, the gash in your head made more blood drip down your face. Though you didn’t care. Adrenaline and pure instinct driving you to endure it till he was safe.

He regretted just freezing on the spot. But seeing you take the hits continently to keep him more unscathed, froze him to the core.

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚘:

→ honestly talks to you like you are a regular human, or in this case, a student. having that same aloof voice of his but still a calming tone to it all.

→ probably teaches you some silly things he’s learned from his classmates, which often involves into dumb antics with each other-

→ Todoroki finds these the moments the most fun with you.

→ though, he does have those intimate moments with you, a lot actually.

→ most likely posts random photos of you on his social media whenever you are in his dorm room, which commonly is just you passed the fuck out. looking oddly cute snuggled up into a ball.

→ lowkey feel like you would growl at Endeavor when he’s around or even shown a picture of- since Todoroki practically told you he was a bad person to him. so protective mood go grrr.

→ he commonly shows you his quirk due to your curiosity- speaking broken sentences to explain what you wanted him to show you, which was, his quirk.

→ seeing your reaction whenever he made a little ice figure to show you, that genuine fascination on your face was something he’s never experienced with someone. so he soaks in the moment.

→ but the first time he used his fire side is another story. seeing your body stiffen, muscles tensed as the ember flickered on his palm. only quickly extinguishing it with a shut of his hand, reassuring you it was okay- that he was okay. that you were gonna be okay.

→ Todoroki rarely uses his fire side around you now, but he knows you enjoy the warmth he gives off on that end whenever you both are cuddled together.

→ and speaking of cuddles, he probably asks Momo to make matching sweaters and even turtlenecks for you if possible- or to go shop for clothing so you have more comfy clothes to wear.

Fire roaring, ablaze and growing intense every second. The blue flames were an obvious sign that the LOV was here, remembering that same hue of flames at the summer camp he attended long ago. Finding himself standing outside a little ring of flames, with you and Dabi in it. Seeing him stomp his shoes on you mercilessly without hesitation made him call out to you. Lifting up your head slowly from your fallen position, a weak smile across your face before another stomp landed on your head. Earning a quick yelp from you and just a husky laughter from the villain. As Todoroki tried to find his way to you, he was almost too late as he rushed past the searing fire seeing you just about to pass Kurogiri’s portal. Saving you with a lick of time with his quirk, catching your body within a chunk of ice and using his own flames to make the villains flee for the meantime. No longer seeing them in sight, he easily thawed you before grasping you close.

Your unconscious body limp against his. His eyes observing the new burn scars that would linger on your body in the future, the new scars that saved him from similar injuries.

𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒:

→ he didn’t trust you at first. giving you the cold shoulder and not really acknowledging you there.

→ though, you persisted on your own terms. following behind him like a lost puppy. being allured to this hothead of a blonde.

→ Bakugou was the main one who needed time to open up to you. which surprisingly took just a few days- not that much than you would’ve think.

→ he lets you in his dorm the most compared to the other two, he doesn’t like the fact that his classmates would see him treat you more kind and gentle. which he won’t admit at all-

→ but sometimes the words do accidently slip from his mouth, making him sigh in relief that you don’t fully understand what he means. however the thought of you not knowing affection or any of the sorts makes him feel... sad about it.

→ him imagining what it likes pains him just a tad the more he thinks about it. the more he thinks about what you could’ve been through.

→ yet, Bakugou knows your tough. he’ll fucking admit that- you escaping from LOV? AFO? damn, you would also be smart as a mf compared to the nomus who are brainwashed and follow orders like no brains.

→ since he also cusses a lot- i have no doubt you’ll start swearing too because of him,, making him be proud of himself whenever he hears it from you but also tells you not to say it bc it,, just doesn’t seem right coming from you.

→ he’s protective of you, like you are of him. just in a uh- more aggressively affectionate way...

→ makes sure his classmates like Denki, Kiri, and Sero (& maybe Mina) don’t drag your ass into dumb shenanigans. if it does happen he won’t hesitate to blow someone up.

→ cuddles are very rare. but there was a time you had fallen asleep on his lap,, there is actually proof of it on his phone.

→ teaches you that the scars you have aren’t always bad. he explains them that they mean you survived, that you are strong, and tough.

Bakugou cursed at you, noticing how your body was looming over his to protect him from... the fallen debris that would’ve struck him if you didn’t get in the way. Feeling the warmth of blood drip down onto him a little. His heart beginning to beat faster feeling the different temperature in this cold weather. He had quickly told you to move slowly so he could help you shove the debris off of you, and just as it fell off to the side he had no hesitation to check you for any injuries. Hoping that what he felt wasn’t anything like blood. But the few obvious pieces of metal wire impaled you in a few spots on your body, looking painful. Bakugou cursed at you again- or well he has been. Saying you shouldn’t have done something so rash and dangerous, claiming he would’ve been fine.

Leaning your body against his, he softly complained on how heavy you were, but didn’t push you off. Instead he held you closer. Holding in the emotions as the realizations started to pour in. “..yo-you better not le..leave m-me here nomu idiot..”

#folder 📁;- 𝙱𝚘𝚔𝚞 𝙽𝚘 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 #at-dusk;- 🌆#midoriya x male reader #todoroki x male reader #bakugou x male reader #midoriya x gender neutral reader #todoroki x gender neutral reader #bakugou x gender neutral reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #mha x male reader #mha x gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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corysmiles · 3 years

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I freaking love the Little Streamer Au, and I have 2 ideas that won’t leave my head.

1. Tommy hanging out with 2 of his friends and them getting into an argument, a bad one. Tommy gets scared but neither of them seem to notice until too late.

2. Tommy going over to a friends house for a few days. The house doesn’t have any Tiny modifications so it’s really difficult for him to get around, but he doesn’t want to admit it to the friend (either because of shame or wanting to spare their feelings or whatever)

Anyway, sorry for wasting your time just wanted to share my ideas -💜

It’s not a waste of time I love hearing other people’s ideas!! And these are both very very fun so have two little drabbles, my friend :] 💙💙💙💙

(I’m so sorry these are unedited I’m tired but I really wanted to write for these)

cw//language, alcohol mentions (just for the first drabble)

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Tommy wasn’t even sure what they were fighting about anymore. Wilbur and Jack were both drunk, definitely, and the yelling that started as playful bickering had quickly become an aggressive shouting match. The two yelled back and forth over the table Tommy sat on, shaking the whole thing every time they moved.

Tommy logically knew they weren’t mad at him and that even if they were, they would never hurt him...but every time a hand slammed down or their voices raised too high he felt himself shrink away. His whole body was shaking and he wondered if they’d even notice if he curled up.

He just couldn’t watch it anymore. When Wilbur’s hand slammed down just a couple inches away from where he sat Tommy shouted and fell back. Hot tears pricked at his eyes while he pulled his head into his legs.

Maybe if he could just fall asleep it would be over when he woke up.

Surprisingly he was only met by silence. The fight seemed to be abandoned, although Tommy didn’t know why.

“Tommy, Toms? Fuck are you alright?” Wilbur’s voice cooed.

Tommy backed away, his mind replaying Wilbur’s hand coming down over and over again.

He felt as a hand pressed up against his back, “Fuck Tommy we’re sorry dude.”

Jack gently pressed his finger to the center of Tommy’s back to ground him while Wilbur whispered to him. It took a few minutes but finally Tommy was able to breath again.

His eyes opened to meet Wilbur’s, extremely close and full of concern.

“We got a little bit out of hand yeah?” Wilbur laughed nervously.

Tommy frowned and nodded at his older brother. A sad smile barely reached Wilbur’s lips.

Slowly, Wilbur reached his hand out and let Tommy crawl in. Jack’s fingertip only left his back once he was settled in his brother’s palm.

“I’m sorry Toms,” Wilbur whispered.

Tommy laughed softly and jokingly punched Wilbur’s thumb.

“It’s okay, I forgive you dickheads.”

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Tommy didn’t think it would be that bad getting around George’s apartment. They were staying there for a couple days so that Tommy could record for his vlog channel which would have been great...Except for the fact that George’s apartment was impossible for him to get around in.

Everything was so spread out; no matter how hard he tried it was impossible for him to get from place to place. That gave him the options of waiting for Wilbur to help him...or walking on the floor which was never a good idea. He knew he could tell George, but he knew he was already lucky to be able to stay there at all.

He didn’t really want to push his luck.

So he sat on George’s desk, waiting for Wilbur to get back to the apartment to help him. He was starving and he really needed to get clean for the day, but he couldn’t even get down from the desk. It was too high up and the legs were too thin for him to climb down. (He knew because the first night when he tried he almost broke something by falling to the floor)

It wasn’t until George walked back in that he felt any spurt of hope.

“Uh aren’t you going to get ready? We’re going out soon,” George asked slowly.

“Uh yeah...big man.”

George frowned at the tiny’s words and knelt down next to the desk, “Uhhh, are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be,” Tommy quipped back.

George pulled away for a moment with his face scrunched up in thought. After a few seconds his face lit up.

“You can’t get down, can you?”

Immediately Tommy sputtered, trying to come up with a response before settling with a weak nod. He hated feeling helpless, but it was better than just sitting around.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me!” George frowned, “You’ve been here for two days, I would’ve helped you.”

“Wilbur’s been helping...” Tommy mumbled as George’s hand reached down to pick him up.

He carefully crawled onto George’s palm and felt himself get pulled up off of the desk.

“I’m youre friend too though...I can help you Tommy,” George sighed, “Even if you are fucking annoying.”

Tommy scoffed and flipped off George with a wide grin. The human’s fingers squeezed a bit tighter in revenge for just a second.

When Tommy was finally placed back down on the kitchen counter he let himself relax. He smiled as George brought him a small piece of bread and ham to eat.

“Thanks George.”

“Of course, please tell me if you need help again okay?”

Tommy’s eyes met George’s and he found that no humor laced through his expression. The usually joking man, seemed almost...upset.

“I will, I will. Thank you,” Tommy said earnestly.

“Of course Tommy.”

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#corydrabbles #THIS IS UNEDITED IM SORRY #little streamer au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #corywrites #fluff #hurt/comfort #g!george #g!jack #g!wilbur #t!tommy

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valhallanrose · 3 years

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Monster Miriyam Headcanons

So, to preface, Miriyam is still technically human - her monster form comes about as a contract with her patron, the King of Swords, and manifests this way because she is halfway to becoming a member of his court. She’s essentially got one foot in the realms of the arcane, the other in her/the normal world - changing or transforming means pulling magic from the realm of the Suit of Swords and rather than expressing that through spells, does so through self modification. Hence the monster form, which was inspired off the Nyx Hydra design for the King of Swords in the Arcana tarot deck. She’s met with Arcana a few times now and while some very perceptive humans read her more as Arcana-adjacent than anything else, the Arcana very much believe that she’s human regardless of what form she takes.

Size-wise, she’s about 7’2”, not including horns (horns make it a good 7’10”). Very muscular and definitely as strong, if not stronger than you think she is based on appearance alone. Prehensile tail.

Miriyam doesn’t break this form out without a long conversation as to what she is (only held with potential long term partners, really, casual hookups don’t usually get to a personal enough point to warrant that)

Transforming is kind of gross, honestly? Like this is some very audible crunching/popping, like when you crack your knuckles but way louder, but it’s also a very fast paced change so you don’t hear it for every long

She’s got some habits from the monster side that have quickly become noticeable when she’s wandering about as a human.

This includes enhanced sense of smell, hearing, and sight.

Smell and hearing are particularly intense, though, to where she can pick up on a mouse running on the palace marble or tell you exactly what spices someone mixed into a dish as soon as she stepped into the kitchens.

Sight is trickier to quantify, but the average human with 20/20 vision can see the furthest edge at 3 miles away. Miriyam’s would be somewhere in the 4-5 mile range, while night vision is about 3-4 miles (assuming clear skies and no obstacles)

Very catlike? Loves to sun herself if she can find a private spot in the daytime, will purr if you scratch behind her ears, also easily tempted by shiny things (particularly gold shiny things, her eyes get bigger than her brain at the idea of Expanding the Instinctual Hoard)

Extremely embarrassed to admit she has a not insignificant collection of gold coins and trinkets she’s collected over the years based purely on instinct - she has no idea where half of it came from

Has gone and still goes on long flights, usually to get out when her nightmares get bad. While her secondary form isn’t necessarily a secret - she used it in the Coliseum during her brief time as a gladiator, and most of the guard is aware simply for the sake of ease - she still waits until nightfall for some sense of privacy.

Her favorite place she’s ever gone was to the Scourgelands, where she flew through the southern lights, and she’s hoping to bring a partner there one day if they’d be alright taking the fast route.

When it comes to fighting prowess, she’s absolutely a predator - armored scales, claws, fangs, speed, strength...fuck around and you will find out and yes I do mean that double entendre

There’s some art refs under the cut from @anonbunnyart and @lajadelmira so you get an idea of what she looks like, and then we’re going to dive into the thirst.

In case it isn’t clear: NSFW AHEAD, MINORS DNI, also obvious monsterfucking cw

by anonbunnyart

by lajadelmira

Still cis, still a lesbian, so she’s still attracted exclusively to women and femme-presenting nonbinary people, the pool is only narrowed based on if her partner would ride the dragon.

Yes I’ve made that joke many times, no I’m not going to stop making it. If I don’t, just assume I’m dead

Absolutely a top and a dominant top at that, convincing her to bottom when she’s in monster form is very, very difficult and usually only comes about in niche circumstances. More on that later.

Addendum: She’s slightly more willing to bend if you want to use your hands/mouth, but straps are damn near impossible for her to get into when she has all of you right there to pay attention to. She’s not opposed to being touched, but she’d really just rather pay attention to her partner like this.

Personal pleasure is very much just an afterthought, and honestly, she’s okay with that

Has several ‘weak spots’ on her body that will definitely turn her to putty, no matter how tough she acts. Done in sort of a sensitivity scale from least to most.

Horns:

It’s not that they’re sensitive, but if you grab her by the horns and tell her exactly what you want to do her/her to do to you, she’ll find it very hard to tell you no.

Loves it and will take it as encouragement if she’s going down on her partner and they grab her by the horns when she does something they like.

Tail:

Her tail is prehensile, and she will use that to her advantage, including fucking her partner with the tip of it (which is nice if her partner likes penetration, because finding a strap to fit her in draconic form is A Whole Nightmare)

However, she will go a little apeshit if you play with the tip otherwise - particularly if you suck on it - and honestly you’ll probably get pounced

Wings:

Quick note - Miriyam usually keeps her wings tucked fairly close to her back as a sort of protective measure, and she doesn’t usually like being on her back because she doesn’t like them being pinned, but can ease into it with a partner

Loves, loves, loves it if you touch her wings - the membranes are sensitive and just running your fingers across them makes her want to purr like a kitten

Fun fact, stimulating the right spot on her wings will actually make her orgasm. (That spot is on the wing membranes closest to her back, about halfway down, and no, that’s not something Miriyam will realize until she has a partner that wants to explore her physically like that)

Territorial. Absolutely a territorial bastard. She tries to tamp it down, she really does, but some days it’s harder than others. Particularly when she can pick up the scents of other people on her partner, that really kicks up the ‘mine’ instinct even if she logically knows nothing happened and trusts her partner fully

She really likes scent marking because of this - no, she won’t piss on you, that’s just the best term I can come up with - but she has a few approaches if she’s feeling like she needs to ‘stake her claim’

Lots of roaming hands and definitely letting her mouth wander, but if not directed to a specific spot she will absolutely go for a full bite on your pulse point to really just layer the scent in there

Tucks shed scales into the pockets of her partner’s clothing (jackets, shirts, pants, etc)

Or, a good old fashioned absolute obliteration - by which I mean she’ll fuck her partner until they’re an overstimulated puddle in her lap plus an orgasm for good measure - and then taking care of them afterward

That being said, this definitely goes both ways, she will be raring to go if you just murmur a ‘mine’ in her ear - she’ll be eager to prove that yes, she is yours, and she’s not going anywhere

When it comes to actually doing the deed...

Favorite positions (in no particular order)

Partner pinned to the wall, any position, just. Pinned to the wall

One hand around both her partner’s wrists, legs spread out over her thighs, the other hand between their thighs or otherwise roaming

I feel like I should mention here that monster Miri has a habit of filing down at least the first two claws on each hand (middle and index) if she knows sex is on the table, she’s not out here to hurt her partner like that

Seated on the edge of the bed, ideally facing a mirror, with her partner in her lap. One hand/her tail tip between their thighs, and arm around their waist, chin on their shoulder watching them in the mirror

Yeah this is definitely a favorite of monster Miri’s

A handful of things she enjoys (all with prior consent)

Primal (predator), some painplay (ft. claws, teeth, and a very strong grip), sensation play, overstimulation

Some turn-ons

Lingerie, but the shinier the better

Gold accents in particular will really make her go AWOOGA, she jokes it’s because of the gold dragon hoard but it’s actually not far off

Dirty talk/dirty...actions?

Just manhandle her she’ll think it’s hot

Any and all of the brat fighting words

“What are you going to do about it?”, “Make me.”, etc

Honestly the more I think about it I’m not sure there’s an off switch so much as each side of the switch being fight or fuck. Like. Miriyam is always horny like this. She can chill but why would she in the privacy of her home/when she’s with her partner

This might be. TMI. But the scale plating over the fun parts is….retractable I guess? I don’t know what word I want but they’re not always out because that feels like a hazard. And unfortunately no nips like this because those are also a hazard, but her neck, ears, lower belly, and the previously mentioned areas are all very sensitive and prime for the touching.

#miriyam von helvig #monster miriyam #lemon juice #my thirst knows no bounds #and i will not apologize

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toasterabyte · 3 years

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Below the cut: My sleep-deprived thoughts about the genre of Cyberpunk 2077. CW: discussion of racism/ableism, capitalist dystopias

This isn’t a post about whether I think Cyberpunk 2077 is a good game by any metric. This is a post about whether I think it is cyberpunk, for better or for worse, because I’ve seen some debate on the subject and I have Opinions. So, first off, some things about cyberpunk, the genre, not the game:

Cyberpunk is a genre that, at least in American works, tended to be enamored with the stereotypical aesthetics of East Asian cultures while frequently framing Asian companies or people as the villains.

Cyberpunk is built on the tropes and themes of the noir genre, complete with morally-gray-to-outright-shitty main characters, femme fatales, and cities filled with corruption and betrayal.

Cyberpunk is a dystopian genre, a warning about uncontrolled capitalism, the commodification of everything in our lives, the destruction of the environment, and more. The transhumanist elements in cyberpunk aren’t usually there to be aspirational. They’re there to either further demonstrate the commodification of people’s bodies, or to show the dangers of unregulated technological advancement.

Cyberpunk is a genre that started in the 80s, and became imbued with the fears and predictions of that decade.

When you think about the above, Cyberpunk 2077 is a pretty typical work in the genre. Night City Police? Portrayed as basically just another corpo, full of corruption and happy to contract out “neutralizing” the people they deem criminals. Johnny and (depending how you play them) V? Classic cyberpunk anti-heroes. Commodification of literally everything, forcing marginalized people further into the margins? Yep. Environment fucked? Extremely. Aesthetics-level obsession with Chinese and Japanese cultures while also making a Japanese corporation the big bad? Unfortunately, yes. A world that feels like the 80s vision of the dystopian future, rather than what 57 years from now will look like? Definitely. Transhumanist developments like body modifications or personality uploads turned to the profit of the corporations? I think that V and Johnny Silverhand would certainly say so.

Is following so loyally in the footsteps of 80s American cyberpunk a good thing? No, probably not! The techno-orientalism is shitty. Framing cybernetic implants as something that reduces your humanity is ableist as hell. The message that improving tech doesn’t necessarily improve marginalized people’s lives is an important one, but communicating that message properly requires more empathy and understanding of those marginalized folks than most cyberpunk works have (including this one). Not to mention the various crummy stereotypes of noir and 80s action/sci-fi that came along for the cyberpunk ride.

Cyberpunk 2077 is problematic as hell and its world is depressingly dystopian, but that’s in large part because of its genre. The problem isn’t that the game isn’t cyberpunk. It’s that it is, without any critical examination or subversion of the genre.

#cyberpunk 2077

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sincardinality · 5 years

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Take A Look It's In A Book

I was talking to one of my favorite friends on here (yes, you’re one of my favorites too, but right now I’m talking about this friend) and decided I should write up a list of some of my favorite works or authors of fiction besides the obvious choices like Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein, Larry Niven, Ursula K. LeGuin, and so on.

Nota Bene: The absence of a content warning does not indicate the absence of problematic content, read at your own risk.

Brandon Sanderson: Anything of his is beautifully written and has massive amounts of internal consistency. General genre is fantasy, with science fictional elements. I’d recommend starting with Mistborn. (DtDD)

Iain M. Banks: Massively detailed, well-written cast of distinct characters. Gets a little heavy with the trope of a science-fictional future society being full of sexual libertines, but not so much that I turn away. On the upside, The Culture also features nearly unlimited painless body modification. CWs: sexual assault, extreme violence. No DtDD page that I know of.

N. K. Jemisin: One of the best authors I have read in the last 15 years. Painfully realistic depictions of life and society in the fantasy worlds she creates. Recommend starting with The Broken Earth. CWs: Oh my gods. An excruciatingly rendered depiction of a population being intentionally and cruelly subjugated for thousands of years due to a genetic difference. Physical and emotional abuse, including of minors. Sexual assault. (DtDD)

Robert Jordan: Good writing ... mostly. He tended to get hung up on certain tropes and beat them into the ground, but the story itself usually makes up for it. Recommend starting with The Wall of Text. CWs: sexual assault, other violations of agency, one scene of spanking without explicit consent.

Jean Johnson: I’ve only read her Theirs Not To Reason Why series, but it’s one of my repeat reads. A fascinating story of someone who can see all of time, including an invasion by all-consuming monstrosities (like the Borg or Tyranids) 400 years in the future. The story details all the things this person does to minimize the damage from that invasion and save as many sentients as possible. I can’t recall any content that I thought was particularly problematic, but that doesn’t mean ‘tain’t there.

David Weber: I’ve enjoyed everything I’ve read by him, but the first thing I discovered was his Honor Harrington series. It’s basically Horatio Hornblower IN SPACE. All of his other works are just as fun to read. CWs: sexual assault, violence against animals, oppression of women.

Daniel José Older: I’ve only read one of his books so far, Shadowshaper, but good gods what a fun novel. The premise is that a young lady discovers that she can perform magic with her artwork, a talent she inherited from her grandfather. Set in modern-day New York City.

Stephen Baxter: Some of the hardest science fiction I’ve read, which makes sense, considering his degrees in math and engineering. His Xeelee Sequence spans all of time and space, with a great number of very distinct species represented. Contains at least violence and humanity being enslaved at some point.

Jim Butcher: Everybody knows The Dresden Files, that delightfully gritty, noiry detective epic about Harry Dresden, Professional Wizard. His Codex Alera is also quite fun, ostensibly a combination of two bad ideas: Legio IX Hispana and pokemon. He pulls it off quite nicely.

Simon R. Green: Take The Dresden Files and have H. P. Lovecraft and August Derleth rewrite them. Darker, grittier, edgier, basically Dresden Files in the Warhammer 40,000 universe. That is the Nightside. Contains a shitload of violence, definitely mentions necrophilia, sexual assault is mentioned repeatedly but not in excruciating detail. It’s also not played for laughs.

#books #reading #fiction #science fiction #fantasy #speculative fiction

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