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whumplovers-collaborate · 7 months

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Original Work List — Whumpy Works created for the Multimedia Summer Exchange in the Whumplovers Collaborate server

This list features Whumpy original writing and art of OCs

Writing

Life Excerpt #4 - Routine Cumbersome Visit by LizzyDizzyYo

Another illness. Another run to the hospital. Another moment James realizes he isn't ready to lose Als.

This is (or will be) a part of an extended universe revolving around the characters Als and James, and one among many fics in the non-linear series about these two. It can be read as a standalone, but will probably make more sense once this fic is connected to the rest of the series. You can read the other fics in the series later for background information.

Trials of Thanatos by shadowsofourdeepestmind

Thanatos Iuventus is focused on nothing more than getting home to his husband on a miserable rainy evening in February. Percival Capuano, a newly-fledged mafia boss, has other plans for the vampiric therapist. Thanatos just has to hold out until the Archfey can find him, or at least, that's what he tells himself. But every day is more difficult than the last and he is not known for his tenacity. Hopefully, when the Archfey arrives, he'll still be in enough pieces to put back together.

the best mage in the whole empire by Kanraxing

A young mage captain returns from the frontlines victorious, but finds himself thrown in a prison cell.

dinner party by Kanraxing

in a world where superheroes and villains are constantly at odds, a young villain ends up a renowned superhero's plus one to one of the biggest events of the year...

Out to Shore by fluffae

As much as Sea loved Archer, Sea knew Archer could never love him back.

my hands they drip tears, my eyes they weep blood by the_diving_fox

Cerberus is an aasimar rogue on the run after a brutal fight that he wasn't on the right side of. He's found bloody and beaten by kind strangers who do their best to nurse him back to health.

i am so terrible at titles *hands you some fae siblings* by beebeebees

Art

Treat for ritz by Anonymous

Tick. Tock. by kas_intheshadows

Crimson has gone without human interaction and food and water for nearly 2 days and he’s losing it. The clock on the wall hasn’t stopped, it’s all he’s heard and all he can think about. When Eugene finally shows up, he’s different to usual and the change is unnerving Crimson further. Through all of this, the clock keeps ticking and Crimson can’t shut it out of his mind.

I Know You're There, Maxie~ by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Kian, a troubled hearteater, has gone off the rails. Drunk on the scent of blood, she chases down her adversary, Maximiliano.

Midnight by emcSCARED @emcscared-whumps

(ARTWORK) Being a Midnight Child is an invisible curse whose only signs are the wounds and fear it leaves on its bearer...

What happened here? (pic) by winterseasons

Cutter is separated from his team when a ghost hunt goes wrong. He comes across a bloody scene and realizes the killer ghosts are still in the area.

WLC 2023 Multimedia Summer Exchange Gift by Alexander_Rietveld @tiny-feral-arachnid-man

Assorted drawings of Chordata7's ocs (Erin R. Watski, Asura Dara and Kurama).

The Bad things by BeneathAScorpionSky @beneathascorpionsky

Aaaaaaa giftart

Sacrifice by Anonymous

POV youre about to get sacrificed to Erducenzi by Axel Gawain Ozul and Ash Necronium Hler-Ozul.

Fever by John_in_Art

Marcus hoped he didn’t go too far. You can't get information from a dead captive. His skin was clammy under his fingers - he might be going into shock, Marcus thought - but he was breathing and his pulse was strong. He could take a little more.

Tears of Anguish by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy)

Maximiliano is having a hard time…

Treat for Aquamaris by the_actual_letter_n

Portrait of her OC Sorren!

Robot's Treat by Anonymous

Chordata's Treat by Anonymous

Bagelistrying's Treat by Anonymous

Art of Alexander_Rietveld’s OC by Quillwritesometimes @onlywhump

Ed is having a bad day

Hiding in the Shadows' Treat by Anonymous

Plague Doctor Simp's Treat by Anonymous

Sparrow's Treat by Anonymous

Arizzo's Treat by Anonymous

Writer of World's Treat by Anonymous

Tic Tac Murder Spaghetti's Treatby Anonymous

Open by the_actual_letter_n

Flaming Psycho's Treat by Anonymous

Bincaptain's Treat by Anonymous

Breaksbones's Treat by Anonymous

Truthfully a Fangirl's Treat by Anonymous

Just A Trick of the Light by Flat_San @willowtreewhump

“They’re not real,” he thought to himself, swallowing thickly around the cold lump of fear in his throat. “There’s nothing there. I’ll close my eyes… and everything will be fine.”

Hurt Pete :( by itstanzaniteuniverse

Bloody Flames by Sishal @sishal01

Diana had a real fun night.

Jack by Sishal @sishal01

Jack had a rough night.

Emc's treat by Anonymous

Kanra's treat by Anonymous

Strange Encounters by Steefwaterbutter

Formoso the mer meets Jiang the water dragon

Siegrrun's Gift by Anonymous

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#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #whumpy art #whump art #WLC #exchange #multimedia exchange #writing #original whump #original fiction #original art #original character #original writing #whump discord server

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otheliame · 1 year

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My curse of strahd game is so good I'm writing it into a book lovingly titled The Bane of Barovia

Ao3 user draculadoll is my DM and any changes to the module's origins, including turning Count Strahd von Zarovich into Countess Strahdanya von Zarovich, was done by her masterful hand; never have I ever played with a better DM than she, and without her none of this would have been possible.

Only the first two chapters are up rn, the first 3-5 chapters are going to be my character backstory before arriving to Barovia. It's been extremely fun and interesting to play as Darion, a half Fallen half Protector Aasimar Bloodhunter; I stuffed him full of religious trauma, fantasy racism and mixed race metaphors, and then dumped some questions of gender, generational trauma, and identity on top of it all because I live for whump and tragedy when it's convoluted and nuanced. His party members are so deeply fascinating and well made, discovering their pasts through Darion's POV in game has been so so so fun that I can't not share it with the world.

Art made by me, @mooreaux , me, and my fellow d&d player of Hexhell/Artem/the Didambiguation Changeling Rogue

#curse of strahd #dnd character #dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #d&d oc #d&d story #d&d character #curse of strahdanya

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k1ll3r-k4rg0 · 9 months

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About (18+ Blog)

she/he / he/she | unnamed | aromantic bigender transexual | dni if you support communism (or do. i cant stop you.) | dni if minor or no age / mention of 18+ listed.

NO MINORS. ageless or unmarked as 18+ blogs blocked

blogged. this blog is for my character thoughts and my art and my writing. if you want character related reblogs, art reblogs, and complaints go to @k4rg0-f1l3z

i post sexual shit, gore, and other r rated heavy topics. my stories and ocs are r rated. if you don't like heavy topics, dead dove do not eat, whump, gore, violence, suicide, stuff that deals with mental illness problems, don't follow.

if you don't like it, don't follow! i post for myself and my friends! i post what i want! my writing is an escape and a way for me to process my own shit in the world i live in as well as a way to cope. if you don't like it LEAVE

i do a LOT of art and a LOT of writing. however. i forget to post it. so this blog's kinda dead!!! if you want to see more shit from me or of a specific character, don't be afraid to ask and i'll gladly share

ask box always open

about me? im 23, prepping to apply for a phd program in school psychology with a bachelor's in fine arts in screenwriting. i write prose and draw pictures of my ocs with backgrounds coz i love drawing backgrounds

check out my bestie's blogs @yeenteefies for main and @honsebeasts for his really cool awesome neat ocs who i have many stories / ships with

i also play dnd! every week!!! with my super cool awesome dnd friends from college. i play a conquest paladin aasimar (that's warren). he's too much. the tag for stuff related to the party is just #yeehoes

i have bpd, autism, & adhd. if you don't like that, don't follow. i'm unmedicated, but i'm more under control these days.

I do not tag others art or the fandoms the art's from. I only tag for gore (#gore, #blood), flashing (#flashing), spiders/insects (#spiders, #insects, #bugs), or unreality (#unreality). If there's any you want me to add, lemme' know and I'll consider it (I'll probably say yes unless its SUPER specific coz i might forget).

OCS + favorite books, music, movie, etc under the cut.

Trivia: —half Romanian, half Texmex (czech/german + mexican) —fave movie is Fargo —my space sci-fi shit is largely inspired by the tv show The Expanse.

Fave Bands: —Muse (favorite songs are In Your World and Dead Star) —Linkin Park —Amigo the Devil —Nine Inch Nails —Calexico —Brown Bird —Rammstein —MCR occasionally

Fave Books: —American Gods by Neil Gaiman —We Need to Talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver —Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy —maybe Pet Sematary by Stephen King who is my favorite author

Main OCS:

Vini + Quinn (#vini.png, #quinn.net, #d3m0litionl0v3rs): besties who kill together. vini's quinn's guardian angel. quinn's vini's little death. they've died for each other countless times and their bond is unbreakable. not human anymore

Elliot (#elliot.png): shitfaced. hurt. fucked. broken. pissed off at the world for the shit it's put him through. wishing he could kill them all Derek (#derek.png): strange. alienated. scared. scared of everyone for treating him like another. wishing they'd see how above them he is. Elliot + Derek (#code voltage): besties. too much. freaks. human sometimes. there's an 80s au where they're monsters Derek + Jordan (#prince.png, @/honsebeast's) (#strange&unusual): what you get when a god finds another god when the first god thought he was the last of his kind. They click. They understand each other on a completely different level. Elliot + Kalani (#kalani.png, @/hurrl's) (#chocolatestrawberries): he'll die for her. she'll kill for him. she taught him a lesson and he learned better. now he's as obsessed with her as she is with him. She loves him so much, but it's okay because he needs her love to survive.

Mars (#mars.png): rocky younger years have lead to a chiller middle-aged life. trying to gather the pieces and learn to live again. how you kill the monster? love the monster. human Mars + Danny (@/honsebeast's) (#armada): i love you when no one else will. you love me despite all my flaws. you make me human again.

Warren + Jay (#warren.png, #jay.png, #4m3r1c4nm4n14cs): the fire the flame and the burning smoldering ember. a serial killer and his priest, a god and his follower. two of the same. die for each other to live again. human unless angel.

Cody (#cody.png): broken bruised forgotten sore, too fucked up to care anymore. that's what happens when you back a kid into a corner. he bites to kill.

Other OCs that aren't that important right now that you'll occasionally see tagged but that I won't link are as follows: Ryfraf (whore), Riymah (scary clown goth gf), Derwood (taxidermist), Blue (hacker), Pork/Porkrinds (the happiest merc you've ever seen, @/honsebeast's).

#promo post #pinned

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p0rchc0ll4ps3 · 9 months

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About (18+ Blog)

After the world, the pale; after the pale, the world again.

🇵🇸 he / she | shane mal doc tycho cargo kip dylan | aromantic asexual bigender transexual | fuck communism | dni if minor or no age / mention of 18+ listed. 🇺🇦

NO MINORS. ageless or unmarked as 18+ blogs blocked

We Disco Elysium Posting

character related reblogs, art reblogs, and complaints here. character thoughts & my art and writing at @k1ll3r-k4rg0

i post sexual shit, gore, and other r / x rated heavy topics. my stories and ocs are r / x rated. if you don't like super heavy topics, dead dove do not eat, whump, gore, violence, suicide, stuff that deals with mental illness problems, don't follow.

ask box always open, but please try to send OC asks to @k1ll3r-k4rg0

age 23, school psych major, bs in screenwriting.

friends's blog at @cunospig

unapologetically unmedicated for various mental illnesses

I only tag for gore (#gore, #blood), flashing (#flashing), spiders/insects (#spiders, #insects, #bugs), or unreality (#unreality).

Disco Elysium is tagged as: #disco elysium, #de, #disco elysium spoilers, #kk (for kim kitsuragi), #hdb (for harry du bois), and #jv (for jean vicquemare). other characters tagged with full names

other fandoms (fnaf ocassionally, btd as well) untagged

OCS + favorite books, music, movie, etc under the cut.

Trivia: —half Romanian, half Texmex (czech/german + mexican) —fave movies are Fargo, 28 Days Later, Apocalypse Now, The Sacrifice (Coen Brothers, Danny Boyle, Francis Ford Coppola, Andrei Tarkovsky, respectively)(also this is an abbreviated list. i love movies but i hate them) —my space sci-fi shit is largely inspired by the tv show The Expanse. watch that

Fave Bands: —Muse (favorite songs are In Your World and Dead Star) —Linkin Park —Amigo the Devil —Nine Inch Nails —Calexico —Brown Bird —Rammstein —MCR occasionally

Fave Books: —American Gods by Neil Gaiman —We Need to Talk about Kevin by Lionel Shriver —Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy —maybe Pet Sematary by Stephen King who is my favorite author

Main OCS:

Vini + Quinn (#vini.net, #quinn.net, #d3m0litionl0v3rs): besties who kill together. vini's quinn's guardian angel. quinn's vini's little death. they've died for each other countless times and their bond is unbreakable. not human anymore

Elliot (#elliot.net): shitfaced. hurt. fucked. broken. pissed off at the world for the shit it's put him through. wishing he could kill them all Derek (#derek.net): strange. alienated. scared. scared of everyone for treating him like another. wishing they'd see how above them he is. Elliot + Derek (#code voltage): besties. too much. freaks. human sometimes. there's an 80s au where they're monsters Derek + Jordan (#prince.net, @/honsebeast's) (#strange&unusual): what you get when a god finds another god when the first god thought he was the last of his kind. They click. They understand each other on a completely different level. Elliot + Kalani (#kalani.net, @/hurrl's) (#chocolatestrawberries): he'll die for her. she'll kill for him. she taught him a lesson and he learned better. now he's as obsessed with her as she is with him. She loves him so much, but it's okay because he needs her love to survive.

Mars (#mars.net): rocky younger years have lead to a chiller middle-aged life. trying to gather the pieces and learn to live again. how you kill the monster? love the monster. human Mars + Danny (@/honsebeast's) (#armada): i love you when no one else will. you love me despite all my flaws. you make me human again.

Warren + Jay (#warren.net, #jay.net, #4m3r1c4nm4n14cs): the fire the flame and the burning smoldering ember. a serial killer and his priest, a god and his follower. two of the same. die for each other to live again. human unless angel. Warren has a DnD version (conquest paladin aasimar). the tag for stuff related to the party is just #yeehoes

Cody (#cody.net): broken bruised forgotten sore, too fucked up to care anymore. that's what happens when you back a kid into a corner. he bites to kill.

also yeah i added a quote from my fanfic in my blinkies, what of it

#promo post #pinned #updated feb 28 2024

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 3 years

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Ido Ildai, 20 years old, they/them. Very long red hair and gold eyes. Idk if you play dnd or not but they're an aasimar, basically a half angel :) they're a loner and have been betrayed a lot in the past

Oooh they sound lovely~

Hmm..if they're a loner, no one is watching their back. So capturing them wouldn't be too hard. Maybe set traps. Or it could be a long game, earning their trust before then breaking it...

If they have wings of course those would be the first to deal with. I don't play dnd but I looked up aasimar and found this

"Many aasimar also had a light covering of feathers on their shoulders, where an angel's wings might sprout."

That sounds like a good place to start. Maybe tear those out~

"Many aasimar even suffered prejudice, something that deeply hurt the soul of the aasimar in question since most had an inherent bent towards empathy for others"

If this was the case, I'd definitely have the whumper talk down to them, treat them as nothing, remind them that they're a freak and half-breed.

#whump #oc whump #angel whump #asks #anon #aasimar

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extiinguishedsun · 4 years

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I'll protect you all, I promise

So Abdiel has a habit of making sure she's the only one who gets hit in a fight, and sometimes there are consequences

#my art #abdiel #whump #blood tw #gore tw #dungeons and dragons #protector aasimar

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whump-in-progress · 3 years

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klaus & the gang, pt 1

hi everyone! this is the first installment of my new whump series, set in a d&d-type, generic fantasy setting. the whumpee/main character, klaus, is a halfling artificer, and the comic relief of his team. he was kidnapped as a gift/toy for a stone giant. the plot focuses on his recovery, as well as the team's long trip back to their home. let me know if you want to be included in the tag list!

(for context, oura is a beartaur, which is how she carries two people on her back and manually opens a metal restraint. rory is an aasimar, which is why she has wings.)

cw: references to past physical whump (whipping, beating, non-fatal stoning) and mental whump (mockery, pain as entertainment, food denial), swearing

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klaus was exhausted.

he'd been locked up in the stone giant's underground stronghold for...

it must've been weeks, at this point.

chained to the wall, kneeling, like a piece of meat. he shivered.

his captor kept him there, in that stupid cell, only coming in to watch servants beat or whip him. once per day, the servants would also bring him food and water that he couldn't reach. he was sick of it.

klaus didn't know the giant's motivations, but he'd guessed that this torment was just for sadistic fun. he was a halfling, after all. the size difference must've been hilarious.

he slumped down as far as he could and let himself sag, that familiar pull appearing in his shoulders.

*jiggle*

that was the doorknob to his cell.

oh no. oh no, no, not again. he had just been there!

klaus tensed up. servants had already 'fed' him that day, and the giant had finished a session just a few hours ago, so it must be him again, with servants holding a bullwhip, or a barrage of small stones, or brass knuckles, something to make him hurt and bleed so he could laugh...

or, he'd come in and mock him. no weapons in hand. just another slew of insults, calling him feeble and harebrained, among other things. maybe the giant would nudge the plate of food ever closer to klaus with his toe and cackle when he couldn't take any.

he gritted his teeth, preparing himself for something worse.

*jiggle*

he heard... hurried discussions? that wasn't unusual in and of itself, but they were hushed and frantic. usually, his captors would boast and brag about the damage they were doing. also, some of the voices sounded female. that was odd. the stone giant didn't have any female servants.

what the hell is going on?

*thud*

*crash*

the heavy iron door to klaus' cell came crashing down, and his tormentors were nowhere to be seen.

instead...

what the hell?

his teammates flooded into the room. his friends. they were finally here! was he dreaming? before he could ponder whether or not this was a hallucination, his shoulders loosened involuntarily, perhaps out of sheer relief.

"oh my god, am i glad to see you guys!" klaus exclaimed.

"klaus! oh, thank god, you're okay!" xavier rushed into the room and flung his arms around klaus, clinging to him as if it was the end of the world. his tight embrace made klaus uncomfortably aware of his bruised ribs, but it was comforting nonetheless.

"hey, hey, it's okay xavier, i'm happy to see you too," he reassured him, with a slight wheeze.

"about fuckin' time, too!" rory grunted. she pulled a lockpick from her satchel and got to work on one of klaus' wrist restraints. the twitching of her wings betrayed her stress. "we've been combing this labyrinth for ages, looking for you. it's like a goddamn anthill!"

"i know, right?" klaus agreed. "i guess that's what i get for being kidnapped for a stone giant."

oura smashed the other cuff open with one of her paws, taking great care that she wouldn't hit klaus' wrist. "are you okay, man?" she piped up, voice gentle with concern. "you're covered head-to-toe in bruises, and your back looks like it's been through a cheese grater."

"trust me, oura, i've felt way worse." klaus replied with a slight chuckle.

she frowned at him.

the second wrist restraint came free, and just as klaus started to regain the feeling in his shoulder blades, oura scooped him up and placed him on her back.

rory began to bark orders at the team. "let's go, let's go, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"woah, woah, hang on! i can still walk!" klaus yelled, indignant, but he was ignored. xavier clambered onto oura's back behind him, and rory behind xavier in turn. oura broke into a sprint.

klaus clung to the thick fur on oura's back, trying to not fall off, as the team scrambled frantically to leave before they were met with trouble. xavier kept a tight hold on klaus' waist, now being careful to avoid touching wounds.

klaus wasn't dreaming. he was really safe.

he couldn't keep feigning energy anymore. he had spent this entire time as the giant's plaything on high alert. he had needed to. if he'd relaxed in front of his captors, he was sure they'd take it as a sign of defeat. he couldn't allow himself to submit like that.

so, he'd kept his wits about him.

but now his team is here, and he's nestled in oura's soft fur, safe, and leaving his prison.

for real.

the chaos around him seemed to subside as the exhaustion took over, and he let himself relax for the first time in ages.

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tag list: @whumpzone

#whump #team whump #fantasy whump #emotional whump #hurt/comfort #klaus & the gang #klaus #xavier #rory #oura #rescue #velvetspeaks #oc

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onlybloodandwhiskey · 3 years

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Mira - Plucking

TW: dissociation, self-harm as a coping mechanism, self-mutilation, trichotillomania, unhealthy coping mechanisms

So I meant to write more Shade but then my dnd character had a bad time so here we are lmao

The brain process of this was essentially 'huh birds pull out their feathers when they're stressed right? what if mira did that do her wings lol'

Tags: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi ((racoon i tag you in everything i write at this point please let me know if you want me to stop lol)

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Mira sat perched up on one of the artificial branches of the bunker, poised on the balls of her toes, wings wrapped around her shoulders. It was a position poised for takeoff, and Mira had relaxed comfortably into it as she idly watched the ground below. The others were trying to relax, make the best of their new environment, but she just couldn't settle.

It was why she'd simply abandoned her room last night, and taken off into the air. The ceiling wasn't really high enough to fly properly, but it'd only taken a few beats of their wings to get her up to a good perching spot.

She hadn't come down since. She couldn't think of any reason too. If she went down there, she'd have to talk to the others, and they'd all want to know how she was doing, how she was feeling, as though her world hadn't fallen apart around her.

She barely knew how to breathe right now, let alone figure out how to answer their questions.

Sighing, Mira let her legs slip, sitting properly on the branch, legs dangling down and wings wrapped tight around her body. Her wings were great big things, the feathers a sort of tawny-blonde that almost matched her hair. She didn't remember a time without her wings. Her dads didn't either, said she'd had them when they found her.

It was rare for aasimar to have permanent wings, but Mira had always been blessed. She'd taken her wings as a blessing from her god, and worn them with pride.

She didn't know what would happen now. Her god had just impaled her through the chest, and she'd seen her soul simply flow into him, merging into him.

Her god, her father, had killed her, and watched her die with a smile on his face like the one he used to tuck her in at night when she was little.

If it weren't for Erathis, she would be dead.

She didn't know how to even begin dealing with that.

It was as she thought about it all that it first happened. She thought of her dad's smile, warm and calming even as she died, and her hand twitched to her wing, a sharp jab of pain following.

When she looked down, she'd pulled one of her feathers out. It was only a small one, a downy little thing, one of the under-feathers. Pulling her wing around, wrapping it around her chest, she squinted at it, seeing if the feather she'd just pulled out made any effect.

It hadn't, but her wings were a state. She'd been slightly neglecting their grooming the last few days, considering that her world had turned upside down three times over.

Huffing, she gently started grooming her wings, straightening out feathers and combing through for dirt and debris.

It usually grounded her. Today, it did the opposite, as she groomed her wings, she slowly started to space out, mind replaying the days just gone past over and over as her hand moved on autopilot.

Nothing felt real, for a moment. She felt floaty, like she was drifting away from herself, untethered from her body.

She thought of the black void she'd been in for a moment, where all she'd known was cold and black and the horrible realisation that she was dead. That'd felt a bit like this.

She was vaguely aware that she was still grooming her wings, the feel of feathers faint on her hands if she tried to focus. It was difficult though, her head fuzzy and hazy as she tried to ground herself again.

Idly, she thought that this was something Aurora would probably have something to say about in therapy.

Mira couldn't tell you how much time had passed when she finally startled back to herself at the sound of someone dropping a glass below, just that her cheeks were wet, and her wings stung. Little pinpricks of pain were scattered across her wings, and when she looked down, there was a pile of feathers on the branch, the amount slightly worrying considering Mira couldn't remember doing it.

There was blood on her hands, and when she checked her wings, some of her feathers were stained with the stuff, sandy-blonde now dark and damp. She could tell where they'd gotten the feathers from, there were patches on either wing where the feather coverage was noticeably thinner than the rest.

She must've sat there and meticulously pulled out the feathers from those patches. She didn't even remember any pain as she'd drifted.

Luckily, it seemed she'd mostly stuck to the small downy feathers of the undercoat, leaving the top layer mostly intact. Shifting her feathers a little, the thinner patches were almost invisible, unless you knew what you were looking for.

She went to adjust the long feathers, and found herself wrapping her hand around one of them, gently rubbing down the vane, the feather soft under her hands. It was like a compulsion, irresistible as she jerked her hand away and tugged the feather out.

It was a sharp pain, worse than when she'd tugged out one of her softer down feathers. The tip of the shaft was bloody, and when she looked, there was a bead of blood welling up from where the feather had used to sit. It throbbed gently, the pinprick of pain adding with the rest, her wing aching.

She dropped the feather into the pile, and reached to touch the little bead of blood. It smudged easily, coating her fingertips, wet and vibrant against her tanned skin.

The red soaked into the pale vane of the next feather, as she methodically wrapped her hand around it and pulled it out, adding another pinprick of pain, another bead of blood to her connection.

Mira couldn't tell you why she was doing it, just that there was an edge to the pain that quieted the roar in her head, that calmed her down to the point that she could take a breath. It was relief, pure and simple, that made Mira pull out another chunk of feathers, this time grabbing a handful and yanking, the sudden pain of the feathers ripping out from their roots making her bite back a gasp.

She was wiping away the blood, seeing if the patch could be hidden when a voice called up from below.

"Mira?" Relix called, and peering down she could see him looking up at her. "Are you alright?"

She wiped the blood off of her wing with her sleeve, and hopped down, tucking her wings in the moment she hit the ground.

"I'm fine!" She chirped, smiling up at him. "How are you?"

He didn't need to know about this. None of them did.

Still smiling, she rolled up the blood-soaked sleeve, and followed after Relix as he walked back to the group.

#winged whumpee #whump writing #whumplr #whump #non human whumpee #mira #my writing

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whumptopia · 4 years

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The Angel Within

d&d oc ladywhump commissioned by @pixels-and-paperweights

content warnings: female whump, mentions of animal death (horses), graphic murder, blood, memory loss

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Morning breaks over the peaks of the mountains, and even after traveling all through the night, Fayde Rithindren and her companions still haven’t reached their destination. The mountain pass they’ve been tasked to clear is far from most towns, but the feral orcs occupying the passage are still a threat to the merchants, travelers, and hunters in the area. Fayde and several others have been tasked by the Emerald Enclave to deal with the orcs, a job that involves traveling on horseback for days, venturing past the safety of civilization into the mountainous wilderness.

Fayde enjoys missions like these, for the most part. She gets the chance to absorb the world around her, and the straightforwardness of the task grants her the control she so desperately craves. She was the one to suggest they power through the night in order to ensure they battle the orcs in the daylight as opposed to in the dark. The heightened visibility will give them an advantage in the coming fight. She’s proud of herself for her practicality, but some of the others in her group are not as pleased. Her girlfriend Seren has bags underneath her eyes, but she’s too polite to accuse Fayde of robbing her of precious sleep.

Maul, on the other hand, has no such qualms.

“By the Gods, what I wouldn’t do for a cup of coffee right now!” the human man announces loudly to the group. They packed limited provisions to keep their packs light, and coffee didn’t make it onto the list of essentials. They don’t have time right now to stop and brew a pot, anyway. Maul is just trying to entertain everyone with conversation.

“After we slay those goddamn orcs, I’m going to lie down right there in the road and sleep for an entire day,” he declares, twisting his torso around on his horse to look at Fayde, his amber eyes meeting her cerulean ones.

Seren rolls her eyes—brown orbs speckled with flecks of gold, ceaselessly enchanting—at his antics. “If you do that, we’ll have to leave you behind, and you’ll be eaten by wolves.”

Maul laughs boisterously instead of mustering up a false front of insult. Some of the other travellers look back at him inquisitively. Fayde doesn’t know any of them by name, content to stick to her small, tight-knit group of friends instead of familiarizing herself with the entirety of her local Enclave. Maul combs his hand through his short salt-and-pepper beard, a dangerously contemplative expression on his face.

“What now?” Fayde asks, even though she probably doesn’t even want to know. He grins.

“I was just thinking…” he begins, but Fayde isn’t listening. She recognizes the markers along the trail as the ones they were told to look out for. They must be close to the pass.

Fayde shares a look with Seren, and the half-elf woman nods. Fayde tugs on the reins, slowing her horse, and readies her weapon, grasping the staff of the halberd with both hands. She’s fought worse than feral orcs before, but she can’t help but remain prepared at all times. Maul teases her for being anxious, but she likes to think of herself as simply “reasonably cautious.”

The Enclave member at the head of the group lifts his arm, signaling for all of them to stop. The air is quiet except for the heavy panting of the horses in the heat and the whistling of the wind. The leader of the pack proceeds slowly, rounding the corner.

Fayde listens to the sound of hooves on packed dirt as he scouts ahead. She doesn’t expect much to come of it—the orcs aren’t likely to be standing around in the middle off the road, they’re feral after all—but she tightens her grip nonetheless. Seren shoots her a reassuring look. “We’ve faced worse before. This job will be easy,” her expression seems to communicate. Fayde nods and steadies her nerves with a deep breath.

Suddenly, a howl pierces the air, setting her nerves alight. A scream comes from around the corner, cut short too soon.

Fayde absorbs all this in the span of a second, charging forward with the flick of her wrist before she even realizes what she’s doing. Her entire group acts on instinct as well, their horses rushing around the bend, not stopping. They don’t stop, even as Fayde scans the path ahead and sees the slaughtered orcs. Over a dozen bodies, soaked in their own blood. A glowing, shrouded figure stands above one of the fallen, ringed by a pack of hellhounds. Fayde spots the scout and his horse, their corpses charred by the beasts’ flames.

Her mind works fast. The pass has already been cleared by a dangerous acolyte and their hellhounds. Whoever they are, they clearly intend to wipe out her and her companions. Fayde hardly has time for the realization to form before the monsters descend upon them. Armed riders collide with the pack in a thunderclap of violence. At the front, one mare bucks off her rider, sending the armored woman soaring into the air, but she raises her sword mid-flight, carving into a leaping beast as she lands. The mixed sounds of shouts, snarls, and clashing metal pollute the air. Fayde falls into the familiar motions of battle, her blood thumming with energy, her vision hyper-focused. She swings her halberd, and the double-edged axe at the end of her weapon swipes the side of the nearest hellhound, knocking him astray before he can pounce on the back of Maul’s mount. Fayde jumps off her own horse, knowing she can fight better on her feet than horseback, and the stallion breaks off in a sprint toward the woods. She barely spares it a sliver of a thought, stabbing the sharp point of her halberd into the hind leg of a hound that’s snapping at Seren. The fiend rounds on her with a ferocious growl, lunging at her. She sidesteps it, knocking it aside with a grunt.

A strange crackle in the air sends a chill up her spine. She locks eyes with Seren. Her girlfriend’s pupils snap wide open, terrified black spilling into her irises.

“Get down!” she screams over the roar of battle, and Fayde ducks just as one of the hounds releases a cone of flame from its gaping maw. Her auburn hair is singed by the heat, and she gasps in pain as the skin of her back is roasted hot, even through her armor. The shrieks of her ignited comrades and their burned horses ring in her ears, and she covers her head with her hands for protection, eyes shut tight as she’s blinded by the light.

When the inferno subsides, Fayde barely has a moment to rise before one of the creatures rushes at her. It successfully dodges her attack, and its claws manage to break through her armor. She hisses as talons slice her bicep, but the injury doesn’t slow her onslaught, and she strikes down the beast with a fierce cry. Her line of sight is splattered with red, crimson and fury flooding her vision.

Ruthless, she cuts into the hounds, aided by those who’ve not yet fallen. Seren and Maul find her side and stay there, the three of them taking brutal blows and dishing them out in kind. They’re seasoned warriors, but surviving an ambush of hellhounds is no easy feat. As their comrades gurgle and choke on their own blood, their throats torn out by sharp canines, tumbling to join the blackened corpses of their roasted fellows, an unfamiliar panic builds in Fayde’s chest. She’s much less confident right now than she’s comfortable with.

A hound tackles Seren to the ground, the monster snarling above her, snapping at her face, and Fayde throws herself atop the beast, raising her halberd above her head and bringing it down hard enough to stab through the creature’s skull. She rolls off, bringing the impaled, twitching body with her, and Seren crawls out from underneath.

“Fay—!” Seren yells, her voice cut off by Maul’s battle cry. Fayde spins around just as he bodily slams a hound that got too close to ambushing her from behind. His trademark jovial expression has been replaced by a more grave look, and Fayde’s heart drops to her stomach at the sight. Their comrades are dying all around them, and if something doesn’t change right now, Fayde and her friends will be next.

With a growl, she scans her surroundings, slicing at any creature that comes too close, and her eyes fall on the hooded figure standing away from the heart of the fight, their arms raised and illuminated by magic. They’re likely controlling the hounds. Maybe if she takes them out, the hellhounds will be less organized and easier to kill.

Determined, she cuts a path through the carnage. Maul covers her six without prompting. They’ve been fighting together for so long, they know each other’s moves well. As she engages with a monster that’s blocking her way, it bites her shoulder, sharp canines breaking through her armor. With a scream, she guts the hound and pries it off before its teeth can pierce too deep. Panting, she slouches over, one hand braced on her knee. Her nose is plagued by the scent of blood and smoke.

A shrill cry commands her attention, and Fayde straightens herself, spinning around to face the sound. Several feet away, Seren is wounded, blood gushing from her side, her face contorted in agony.

Fayde’s heart stops.

If you asked almost anyone, they’d tell you that Fayde Rithindren is human. “Of course she is,” they’d say, “She looks human. What else could she be?” But despite her best efforts to appear otherwise, Fayde isn’t entirely human. “Aasimar,” they’d say if they witnessed her wings and celestial powers. She’s embarrassed by her heritage, skeptical of godly beings and unwilling to associate herself with them, so she goes to great lengths to keep her identity a secret. Her girlfriend doesn’t even know who she truly is.

Seren has never screamed like that before, though, and it shocks something in Fayde’s system, something primal that responds violently to the massacre around her and the pain in her closest friends’ expressions. She’s dimly aware of the faint glow emanating from her, growing brighter and brighter until—

Her wings. She hasn’t felt them in so long, but they’re as familiar to her as the palm of her hand. They burst forth from her back, breaking apart her armor, black and skeletal and undoubtedly terrifying. Her eyes throb like she has a headache from staring directly into the sun, and she knows they’ve dissolved into pools of black. She’s unleashed her necrotic shroud. The air around her buzzes with her power, and the hellhounds in her vicinity freeze, visibly startled. She takes advantage of their fright and cuts them down, emboldened by her own celestial powers. They snap out of it quickly enough, but she’s undeterred, swinging her halberd indiscriminately. She’s lost all train of thought, her mind silenced in favor of immediate action. One hellhound opens its mouth, orange sparking behind its tongue, but she cuts off its head before it can douse her in flames. She marches ahead, straight toward the hooded figure. The acolyte stares right at her, taking a wary step backward… and then they aim their glowing hands in her direction.

Fayde’s dodge isn’t quick enough: her bitten shoulder is struck by magic. She screams as electricity laces through her wound, sending searing pain all the way down her arm. Gritting her teeth, she gathers herself before her enemy can summon another curse, dealing a fatal blow with a brutal slash of her weapon. The figure crumples with a cry, collapsing in the dirt in a bloody heap of robes.

Not stopping to revel in the glory of victory, Fayde turns and slays the remainder of the hounds, luring the beasts away from where Maul is crouched over Seren, pressing hard on her bloodied side. Distracted by the sight, Fayde takes a gash to the thigh, but she kills the creature before it can even think of finishing her first.

Limping, she makes her way over to where her friends are, surrounded by smoking corpses of people, horses, and hellhounds alike. She locks eyes with Seren, and even in her trance-like state, Fayde notices her girlfriend shiver when their gazes meet.

She lowers herself to the ground, drops her weapon, and reaches for Seren’s wound.

“Don’t,” Seren gasps, “You’re a mess, you need to stop before—!”

Ignoring her warnings, Fayde presses her healing hands on Seren’s injury. Her skin glows, the world around them glows, and everything fades to white until all Fayde can see is her own pulse behind her lids, and then—

Nothing.

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When Fayde wakes, she wakes slowly. As she rises out of unconsciousness, she notes the stiffness and heaviness of her body. She must’ve been out for a long time. She cracks her eyes open when she can muster the strength, her lids heavy. Her surroundings are blurry and bright, making her wince. A familiar voice says her name, but she can’t quite place the source. Blinking repeatedly to clear her vision, Fayde groans and tries to lift her arm.

She can’t lift her arm.

“What…?” she mumbles, her voice rough and dry. She glances down at her thoroughly bandaged right arm and shoulder, the entire length of the appendage wrapped in gauze. When did that happen?

“Finally!” another voice shouts, one she instantly recognizes. She looks up, squinting in the sunlight, and spots Maul standing at the foot of her bed. He looks a little worse for wear: there are heavy purple bags underneath his tired eyes, his left arm is in a sling, and cuts cover his cheeks.

“Maul?” she asks, trying to sit up in bed but discovering she can’t, pain surging through her at the slightest movement. Grimacing, she continues, “What happened? Where are we?”

“You passed out after healing Seren,” Maul starts, and the name fizzes in Fayde’s mind like something she should know. “We had to get you to down a health potion right then and there to keep you from dying. We rounded up some of the horses that had run off into the woods and headed straight back to town. The healers here have been helping us out, but you’ve been unconscious for the past…” He pauses, counting on his fingers, “Been almost a week now, I think.”

Fayde tries to absorb this new information—and it is new, all of it. None of his explanations sound familiar at all. The fabric of her bed rustles somewhere to her left, and Fayde realizes there’s a half-elf woman sitting beside her. She doesn’t look visibly injured, but she’s staring at Fayde with intensity, her striking brown eyes flecked with gold. Her dark brown skin, round cheeks, and dreadlocks are all so familiar but… there’s something missing. Fayde knows this woman, but, at the same time, she’s acutely aware she’s lost something.

“How are you feeling?” she inquires, voice soft and soothing. “Do you want me to go get the healer?”

“I’m…” Fayde searches through her memories frantically, finding giant empty holes where recent events should be. “You’re… Seren. We’re together.” She manages to remember bits and pieces of their relationship, but the woman is still whittled down almost nothing in her mind.

Seren’s brows reach for her hairline, her mouth falling open in surprise. “You don’t remember me?”

Fayde shakes her head, her head throbbing at the motion. “No, I do, I do… mostly. We haven’t been dating for that long, right?”

Seren grabs her left hand from where its resting limp on the bed and squeezes tight. “Nine months.”

Fayde frowns. “Oh.” That’s not right at all. “I don’t… what day is it?”

“This could pass,” Maul cuts in, striding across the room to place one hand on Seren’s tense shoulder. “There’s a lot going on in her system right now, and she might’ve hit her head. It’ll be alright.”

Seren is trembling. Fayde feels awful. Confusion, anxiety, and guilt fight for dominance as her mind whirls. She grabs Seren’s hand when she moves to pull away, intertwining their fingers.

“I’m hurting you. I’m sorry for hurting you,” she says softly. “I’m not sorry for healing you, though, if that’s what pushed me over the edge. I remember that I care about you, so...” Fayde trails off. Judging by the distraught expression on the woman’s face, her words aren’t helping at all.

Seren sucks in a breath. “You’re Aasimar. You had… wings. I think that’s what did it. You pushed yourself too far, Fayde.”

Fayde winces, glancing between the two of them awkwardly. They both seem to be struggling how to deal with the revelation.

“Things must’ve been pretty bad if I…” she swallows, “I don’t like to show that part of myself.”

Maul scoffs. “No kidding. I’ve known you for years, and you never told me anything.”

She can’t tell if he’s actually bitter or not. She’s too sore, aching, and out of it right now to pick up on subtle social cues. “I’m sorry. I… don’t like who I am, so I never share it.”

“It’s okay,” Seren reassures. “Let’s just focus on getting you better right now.”

“Okay,” Fayde agrees, eager for the conversation to move on. Seren moves away, and this time Fayde lets her go.

“I’m going to get the healer,” she announces, exiting the room before anyone has the chance to respond. Fayde sighs, her heart thumping loud beneath bruised ribs.

“It’ll be alright,” Maul promises, clapping a hand on her shoulder. She hisses in pain, and he pulls back with a chuckle. “Sorry! That’ll heal soon. And the rest…”

She looks up and meets his amber eyes. He gives her a smile. “Well, like I said. It’ll be alright.”

#my writing #whump #lady whump #dnd oc #oc whump #blood #pain #injury #unconscious #magical exhaustion #tw animal death #minor character death #not a prompt

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