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theneonflower · a day ago
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older gudas as they appear in my fate au, 5-10 years after lostbelts arc
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the-three-whumpeteers · 23 hours ago
The whumpee hates how they are now, they used to be happier and kinder, But torture had turned them into a scared, aggressive person. They can barely even look at themselves in the mirror since they just see the scars the whumper left behind, which act as a reminder of every single punishment the whumpee had received, every rule broken, and every failure.
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galaxygirl8880 · 2 days ago
My original draft:
'Cale notices scars that he had as Rok soo are popping up on his body and takes a potion to hide them every few weeks (months?) He forgets to refill his supply because of a battle, or someone removes the potion effects mid battle and he has to explain after. (He says it in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't like how he looks and then everyone feels bad and are like "you don't have to hide from us young master :(" and Cale's still iffy about it so he gets Ron to pick up his refill's anyways and Ron is like "you're making this old man sad" so Cale is like "... I won't take them as often anymore just give me them pls")'
And what I wrote ⇩⇩⇩
"..Young master?"
".... Please get out"
'This is an odd situation, I don't smell any blood...'
Right now, Ron is standing in Cale's room staring at the bundle of blankets where Cale would normally be sleeping. Instead the lights and curtains have been closed and turned off while Cale refuses to turn and look at him.
"What's wrong? Are you injured or not feeling well?"
'Even if he was sick, this is still very odd behavior..'
Ron took a light step forward and paused when a small whirlwind shot across the room and picked up a pen and sheet of paper.
When the paper got back to the shifting bundle of blankets, there was a soft sound of a pen writing on paper.
Ron walked forward until he was at the edge of the bed and sat down. The blanket pile flinched.
Cale shifted the blankets and shot out a hand towards Ron, holding a folded piece of paper in between two fingers. Ron didn't miss the three obvious scars on the small bit of Cale's exposed arm and quickly grabbed his wrist instead of the paper.
With a surprising amount of strength, Cale snatched his wrist back into the blanket and pulled them closer to his body.
"Get. Out."
"Young Master-"
Ron didn't get to finish his sentence because another, much larger, whirlwind picked him up and placed him down outside of the room.
Only when he heard the door slam behind him and a soft 'click', did he react. The slip of paper from before was in between his uniform jacket and shirt.
Ron didn't have time to be amused about how the puppy was getting confident because of the overwhelming worry that drowned it out.
'I've helped change and bathe him many times and I have never seen those before'
The scars looked old. That was an undeniable fact. But why cover his entire body?
He takes out the slip of paper, and begins to read it.
It was the name of a shop, the location, and an order number..
Ron huffs out a breath and begins to walk, intending on going to said shop.
If one looked closely enough, you would be able to notice worry in the usually neutral face of his.
(A/N: Haha, how am I doing so far :D?)
*Knock knock*
"Young Master, I have returned with your order"
Ron is once again standing in front of Cale's door, although this time he's there with the two cat tribe members that were adopted taken in by Cale.
"We tried getting in earlier but he told us to leave~"
"It was very weird of him" they both complained.
"Did you, per chance, see him at all?"
"No Nya"
Ron suddenly noticed some faint shuffling from the other side of the door. Then, a soft 'click' and the door opened.
"Hand it over please"
"Young Master, May I ask what you need potions for?"
There was a noticable pause before a sigh was heard and was accompanied by a low, defeated 'just get in.'
Ron quickly moved inside the room with the bag of potions and the kittens on his shoulders. When the three moved to look at Cale on the bed, they were shocked.
Cale, instead of his usual red locks, had streaks of black accompanying them on his head. That wasn't the most shocking part, what made the kittens gasp and Ron's eyes widen were the sheer amount of scars covering his body.
Cale, to his credit, didn't look as phased but Ron took note of how his pupils shook and his hands move to shift the blanket up to his shoulders.
The kittens wordlessly jumped off of Ron's shoulders and hopped up onto Cale's lap and shoulders and cuddled him. ( 'they're shaking, do I... look that bad?')
Ron gave him a look, which he responded with a flinch and slight nod. Cale gently nudged the kids off of him and stood up in front of Ron. Ron immediately began unbuttoning his white shirt and the air was.. tense.
When his shirt was off, on flinched and Hong gave a small whimper. To say they felt bad would be an understatement, they felt horrible. How had he gotten injured this much? There were... a lot.
"The potions.."
"I use them to hide.. this."
Ron skillfully buttoned his shirt back up and took the bag before Cale could get to it.
At his questioning glance, Ron went back to his usual self (his knuckles were white under his gloves).
"How often do you need to take them, Young Master?"
"Uh- Once a week. Its supposed to be every day but I take enough to last a week"
"..Right. I'll take these and start serving them around your afternoon tea time." Ron took a bottle with an orange liquid and placed it on his bedside table.
['Cale, why didn't... Why didn't you tell us..?'
'..I didn't want you to be afraid.'
They all slept closer together that night. (Raon was very confused because he spent the day with his mom)]
@neominthe I saw your post and had a similar idea so this was slightly inspired by your art :>
(Also I'm kind of proud! I probably could have ended it better but oh well- tag me if you write something to go along with this pls (◕ᴗ◕✿)
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okay616117 · 2 days ago
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whump-blog · 2 days ago
Hello everybody. If you follow me you have probably already seen this drawing in one of my posts.
If you liked it, this time you can vote for this drawing to become the cover art for a book @thewhumpyprintingpress is making with the participation of many other amazing writers and artists. Here is the link to vote.
Thank you all for this opportunity. I am very happy to be part of this community full of amazing people.
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katiebitches2 · a day ago
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Flexing my cute top and new tan 💅🏼💖
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chronicallylav3nd3r · 13 hours ago
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• this user is proud of their scars •
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guitarplayermrs · 13 hours ago
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flamingredanon · 2 days ago
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Henry and Right but older, retired from the clan, scars that still litter their bodies, but still as silly and in love with each other.
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lowlighter · a month ago
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It’s not much, but it’s rotten work
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yutaan · 13 days ago
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Lightning whip LIGHTNING WHIP!!!!
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whumpypepsigal · 19 days ago
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Purple Hearts (2022): “Getting in the shower means standing up for a long period of time, which means radiating pain.” [“Okay, then take a bath?…”] “Getting in the tub is also a nightmare.”
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sabertoothwalrus · 10 months ago
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I see lots of pretty art of transmascs highlighting their scars, but I often forget that even though I'm not transmasc, I have those scars too! I don't think I've ever seen art of someone with breast reduction scars?? so I took it upon myself to make something! :)
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talesfromtreatment · 4 days ago
Durian just got neutered! It's been exactly 3 weeks since he came into my care as a 95% dead kitten. He weighed 2.5 pounds on intake and he's 4.75 pounds today.
Having him under anesthesia also let us get a good look at his tongue, which is fully healed.
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Pretty good scar formation at the end there.
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goosetooths · 4 months ago
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somethin somethin about scars
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