#shape shifter Whumper

[shshshquietnow]

(Contents: shape-shifting whumpee (bird), shape-shifting whumper (any), pet, pet names, objectification, cage. Tell me if I need more!)

(Also note: these characters are named for convenience. They are not ocs, not really.)

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Shit shit shit SHIT!

Arden darted through the trees, in the form of a sparrow, fleeing from the hunter down below on the ground. Why would anyone want to hunt a dumb sparrow?! Arden had always been thankful for the ability to turn into such an unasuming bird, not enough to take note of but always quick enough to get away.

But the hunter was SURPRISINGLY fast in the forest, whistling as they went along, which peeved Arden off. THEY weren't the one with their life of the line, they could at least have the courtesy to not make it all feel like an afternoon PASTIME.

"Heeeeeeeere birdie birdie birdie..."

Nope nope nopety nope nope nope. Arden beat their wings furiously... but while a sparrow was meant to fly fast, it was not meant to fly long. Arden could feel their small bird heart pounding, their wings stinging with pain and they could still hear the hunter behind them...

They were a hunter, going after some song bird. Surely if they shifted to a human- even just a moment, to catch their breath- then the hunter wouldn't care anymore. They were hunting a bird, not some scrawny human. Besides, they had their act down now, they were just like any normal human, no one would tell the difference.

Arden landed down on a branch and shifted back- even as a human the thin branch still supported them, they were quite small- and they swung down to sit at the trunk of the tree. Their heart still skipped a beat once they heard the hunter's slow calculated footsteps, but they won't be interested in-

"Tired already?"

Arden looked up to the hunter, who for some reason had given up chase on the "sparrow". This was fine, this was... their head hurt. "I- I'm sorry?"

The hunter scoffed, smirking and raising their eyebrows. "I'm a shifter too, you know."

"Then why are you chasing me?" Arden cringed not but a moment later, realizing they not only confirmed the fact they're a shifter, but also that they're the sparrow they had been tracking.

The hunter laughed, which made Arden shrink into their shoulders. "I can smell the shifting magic on you, do you not know what that means? How long have you lived here in this forest."

"All my life... not many people come-... you can SMELL the shifting magic on me?" Arden puzzled, only momentarily distracted by the hunter's question. Why did they answer that? Why weren't they running?!

... why did they WANT to run? The hunter had Arden right where they wanted them, tired and on the ground, defenseless, slow as a human, but made no moves. That... was almost scarier. Arden couldn't quite put their finger on it.

"Means I'm an ALL shifter," the hunter finally took a step closer. Arden's breath hitched, they pressed themselves against the tree trunk, trying to get farther from them. "I'm not confined to two forms like YOU are."

Arden didn't know what to expect- certainly not a sudden kick to the stomach. They curled forwards as the hunter bent down. "Means I'm better than you."

They lifted Arden up by the clasp on their cloak to look them in the eyes, they were frighteningly strong. There was a glint- a sparkle... some WANT in their eyes as they looked down on Arden.

"All shifters are far more powerful than you could ever wish to be," the hunter tilted their head down at Arden. "Means we can do what we want to pretty little birds like you."

Both or Arden's wrists fit in ine of the hunter's hands as they began to tie their wrists together. "Hey- please, hunter, I promise I meant you no trouble, whatever I did-"

"They'll be plenty of time for singing later, pretty bird," the hunter finished up the wrists. With one hand they reached into their cloak, and with the other they stroked a lock of messy hair from Arden's face. It was surprisingly gentle... the touch tingled under Arden's skin... so gentle... but they weren't an idiot. They stayed alert of the predator in front of them. "So while I'll be wishing to see you squirm more later on, hold still for me, pet?"

Pet?! No, no even if they're tired they needed to get away right NOW. Even though they were tired, they shifted as fast as they could to fly away, they lifted off, flapping their wings once and twice-

They ran into lines- bars, cold and metal. The hunter locked the opening to the cage behind them, only a chirp of fright escaped.

The hunter lifted the cage to eye level, their massive face peering at their latest catch. "Thought you might try that, but I come prepared. But I didn't get a good look at you much earlier..."

They tilted the cage, making Arden struggle to balance as they inspected them. The hunter clicked their tongue. "You're even CUTER up close, must I say, pretty bird. I really did get quite the catch~"

Arden's feathers involuntarily ruffled. They didn't know the rules, why is this happening?! What did the hunter even want from them, what exactly does being a "pet" mean?!

"Oh you're absolutely precious all scared like that..." the hunter reached a finger through the bars to scritch the sparrows head, earning a giggle when Arden tried to bite them. "Fiesty too... I like it."

They set the cage on the ground, crounching down next to it so they were looming over Arden. "I cannot believe I was so lucky to catch you, can't wait to hear you sing, pretty bird~"

The hunter shifted to a bird as well, a large falcon. They grabbed the cage with their talons and lifted off into the air, taking Arden from the forest they know and love. Taking them so very very high above the trees.

How on earth are they getting out... no, no no, that's a stupid question.

How on earth are they surviving any time with the HUNTER?

#whump #pet whump #shape shifter whumper #shape shifter whumpee #fantasy whump #hey little pretty bird :) #ask to tag #whump community #nonhuman whumpee #nonhuman whumper

[pyrepostings]

I just started watching Supernatural because why not and

The shape shifter episode?

The shape shifter episode.

The entire episode was giving me whumpflies. The premise is a shapeshifter turns into the husbands and boyfriends of the women he tortures and kills and the real guys take the fall for it. And I just

The situation from the women's prospective. The "please don't hurt me any more" to the real husband.

Imagining a whumper who tortures like this but doesn't kill. The victims testimony means the real guy goes to jail for sure even when no cameras. How does he convince her it wasn't really him? Even if it ends with a reveal and exoneration like the episode, how can she trust him? How does he grapple with the fact she believes, with good reason if emotion driven, that he's capable of that?

I just

Oooooh I see why people like this show.

#Pyre.txt #I also see the shipping #And to that I say Stop It They're Brothers Stop It #Whatever #I promise I'm going to try not to be annoying about it #But I'm watching it now and you can't stop me #supernatural #Whump prompt #Does this count as a pyreprompt? #PyrePrompts #Yeah #I knew there was going to be some going in but oh ho the whump is thick in this one

[whumpinthepot]

🎭🔨🥇🔪🧿 for hamster interactive story!

Mill this is like a goody bag at the end of a kids party look at all those, thank you <3 - From this ask game

🎭 Can you envision your OC in an alternate universe? What au would you choose and what role would they be in that world?

I could easily picture an AU where they’re all human models that go on the runway with fancy high fashioned clothing and they have work space drama behind the scenes.

🔨 Are there any whump tropes that you'd love to see your OC's reactions to even though you couldn't or wouldn't put it into your actual story for whatever reason?

Mhh… Theres a lot of scenes and tropes I would love to have that just don’t work out for the characters or the style of story it is!! Like, its meant to be on the “lighter” side of whump since its more G/t focused, so theres no heavy torture or nsfw elements even if I like imagining darker content. So many times my friends have suggested killing a character off for a poll option but its just not that kind of story. All the characters should be relatively safe, if not a bit scared or injured. So theres limitations for sure!!

🥇 Pick one aspect of your story that you are particularly fond of. Anything at all.

I really love how well it works as a CYOA story since I never really knew what format would fit best for the characters before. Im pleased with how its turned out so far and how it’s been perceived by readers. I also really like how the art itself tells the story more of less, because I can show my non reader fans the art and they are still totally into it without having to read through the chapters. I actually post the art on a different website without any context and some people have been following along just from that.

🔪 Are there any other writer's whumper/whumpee OCs you think would be particularly interesting for your OC to engage with?

Its hard to think of any since I haven’t done RP in a long long time and I feel kind of awkward tagging anyone that I can think of from tumblr haha but I had one rp a long time ago with a shape shifter who adopted Hamster and it was so cute because the shape shifter could shift into creatures that were Hamsters size and play with her (like a bee or a mouse)

🧿 Whether you actually get there or not, what are your hopes for your OC's future?

God what was it I was asking for us to collectively work towards for an ending again? 🤣

The ideal ending for this would be for Soap Scrub to escape and get Hamster to run away with him but I truly don’t see that happening, at least not for a while of built mutual trust between the two and Hamster to actually *want* to leave Ashley.

But you never know!! I never know whats going to happen with how these poll options go, maybe we’ll work towards that together and make it happen <3

#breezys post #hamster interactive story #ask #breezy answers #ask game #whump ask

[emcscared-whumps]

WiJ 2022 - 14: What are Your Favourite Whump Character Dynamics?

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Whumpee

Littol creachurs, lil bbies, I adore them.

My preference in whumpee is soff, pathetic, and sweet. A limp noodle of a boi, all wibbly and cute. You can poke him, and he will whimper but remember his shape.

I love nonhuman whumpees most of all ehehe, shifters and vampires and mer and demons are always fun :3 cute widdle ears and teefs and tails and--

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Caretaker

Anyone that is capable of speaking softly and wrapping up the whumpee like a littol, crying sushi roll <3<3<3 a good amount of fire is fun too.

BUT

I also love any flavour of bad caretaker :) whether incompetent, ignorant/unwitting, or willfully malicious. Very fun, mess with whumpee's head a little and make them terrified of everyone, including any RealTM caretakers that come around and genuinely mean well and want to help :))))

Bottom line, I'm not picky

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Whumper

Not even necessary all of the time.

Anyone can be a whumper in my works, whether intentional or unintentional. A lot of the time, circumstance or environment makes (people into the whumper of my poor widdle noodle (see Ewrancore fashioning Kate into a bitch, and slamming Pete with anti-belunae imagery and ideology on the daily :3 and threatening his life with it).

There is usually a main whumper, the one who dishes out the most consciously, but tbh I don't actually care for those characters, sorry Johnstone ^-^'

They are little more than tools to me ahaha... but I will still try to develop their characters.

Just no whumper blorbos unless they suddenly become lil squeeshy whumpees >:3c

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Inter-character Dynamics

Whumpee/Caretaker: I love it when a Whumpee is totally reliant on a Caretaker :3 it's both very cute to watch them snuggle and depend on each other, but it's perfect for taking Caretaker away and watch them both struggle without each other :DDD always fun to watch the spiral. I'm gonna do it in the Hunter!AU :3c (which I don't think I ever explicitly announced lmfao)

Whumper/Whumpee: I love it when Whumper dehumanises Whumpee, drags them down, deletes their self-worth, renders them immobile with injuries that will end up permanent because Whumpee is unable to get help, even after they escape Whumper's Cruel ClutchesTM.

Circumstance: Then I just love the happy little accidents OvO Whumpee trying to hide their nonhuman status that would see them hunted and killed (or worse) if caught out, having a little accident that reveals them. Both the accident is whumpy, the fear and angst of trying to hide it to get somewhere safe is whumpy, and also if anyone sees and tries to... do something about it ;)) hint hint, nudge nudge. I use this all the time :D

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So there you have it folks!

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@whumpmasinjuly

#wij #wij day 14 #wij 2022 #whumpmas in july #whumpmas in july 2022 #whump community #whump #whump roles #whumper #whumpee #caretaker #wij22day14 #whumpmasinjuly2022

[wattzgoingdark]

Shapeshifter Whumper who turns into Caretaker and pretends they’re there to help before breaking Whumpee even more. They do this again and again and again. Eventually, when the real Caretaker shows up to save Whumpee, Whumpee is absolutely terrified of them.

#shape shifter Whumper #monster whumper #psychological whump #betrayal (sort of) #emotional whump #captive whumpee #captivity whump #tw conditioning #whump scenario #injury whump #whump inspo #whump ideas #whump community #whumpblr #whumblr #whumplr #whump prompts #whumpee and caretaker #whump prompt #whump blog

[straight-to-the-pain]

Ribbon

The prisoner kneels in the centre of the ornate room, arms tied behind them. The silk red ribbon that intertwines their fingers and loops around their neck feels deceptively gentle on their bare skin.

Their captor holds the bindings in their hand, enjoying the authority they hold over someone who was once so powerful. Their fingers tighten around the strings, and their captive's arms are forced backwards, until they can no longer contain the pained groan that builds inside them.

They try to keep their breathing even, posture proud and upright, but as the ribbon is drawn taut, bright pain flares up along their arms, and breathing becomes an ever growing challenge. They know they won't be able to keep their composure for much longer.

#whump #whump prompts #restrained #stress positions #torture #sort of? #idk it's hard to explain #i was going for a very specific aesthetic #my stuff #this was actually inspired by a dream i had #i was watching it as if it were a film #the whumpee was tied up with red ribbons #interlacing fingers and weaving around their arms and body #and every time the whumper's grip would tighten it would pull their body further out of place #until eventually they couldn't hold back groans and muffled cries #the agony growing too great #it was strangely beautiful #and a part of me wished that it were me instead #i thank my brain for this subconcious contribution #oh i should add the whumpee in my dream was a shape shifter #they could turn into a panther #and uh... their lover was a mouse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #and they had this forbidden love and that's why they were captured #and their lover had to run away so it was sort of self sacrifice

[trope-appreciation-tuesdays]

One of my favorite tropes that I've almost never seen is a shape shifter whumper. There's so much potential! Whumper asserting themselves in Whumpees life without them even knowing, or maybe a recapture of whumpee where whumper is constantly looking like caretaker so even if whumpee is rescued they can never feel safe around caretaker, or if whumpee isn't aware that whumper can shapeshift so they just think caretaker got tired of helping them. The possibilities are endless! - thebluejayswhump

They certainly are!

#under appreciated tropes #this is so under utilized its a crime #shape shifting whumpers

[blackberry-bloody]

An underused whump trope that I absolutely adore, for your consideration:

Shape shifter whumper.

Personally my favorite version of this trope is "caretaker/partner/best friend and whumpee have a huge fight right before Whumper takes whumpee. And uses their shape shifting abilities to absolutely shatter whumpee even faster.

And whumpee can't put it together that whumper isn't caretaker... Maybe... Maybe whumpee just finally pushed the wrong button."

But I also think pretty much all varieties are good.

Enemy whumper infiltrating team in order to get back to whumpee? ✅

Whumpee knows that it's whumper, and tries to keep reminding themself that it's just to mess with them. And unfortunately when they're rescued... They hate that they flinch away? ✅

Whumpee *doesn't* know and ends up flinching away/is terrified when rescued. And is just so utterly confused? ✅

Whumper spying on whumpee beforehand. Making themself a part of whumpee's life in so many different forms and friends. Building up Whumpee's confidence. Only to later laugh and watch whumpee shatter after the inevitable "Someone will come for me! Friends will look!"... And Whumper just shifts into each friend they had paraded around as. "Oh, you mean this one? Oooooor, this one? Or did you mean this one?-" etc. ? ✅

#jay jabbers #whump prompts #shapeshift whump #there's so much potential #and i rarely ever see it #if someone knows anyone who wrote something like this #please send them my way

[albino-whumpee]

The hatchling

@brutal-nemesis  Welp, here you have the super late little drabble for Plant day. Somehow could finish it today :)

It´s actually part of my larger, older project Power Doesn´t Make You Immortal (renamed Tears of Ash from now on! :3) and it´s actual lore. There´s an illustration at the end too! ^^

CW// body horror, scifi whump, loss of autonomy, mind control, alien, nonhuman whumper and whumpee, whumping of a minor, death, used as a nutrient, horror, alien whump. honestly idk how to tag this alksjdflkj

They hadn’t known the rift surrounding Zone 0, the closest to the meteor crater, had changed its flora and fauna that drastically.

The little one who had slipped through the contention center’s bars and ran all the way to Zone 0 with the stolen food in their arms had sighed in relief when the soldiers stopped behind the wire fence. Not willing to adventure further than that to chase them.

They had thought themself lucky. They would run back home later, right after they discovered what type of plant walked on its vines over the water.

After the crash, everything stopped. So of course, schools had stopped teaching, there were many like them that only knew to follow orders someone who could read would yell for the general population. They didn’t know the signs at the fence stated very clearly why the soldiers had walked away. Why the place was filled with plants that didn’t belong to this world. Yet, for a kid that had never known outside, it was just the same level of unknown.

They didn’t know how wrong it was to follow the bioluminescence on the ground, lighting up each of their steps as they jumped, it was too much fun, and they felt so light suddenly.

They spinned and fell made a giggling mess right next to the walking vine.

Both stopped moving, staring at each other. It was then, the boy noticed the vine had eyes.

They wanted to run away when the vine changed their course and began inching their green roots towards them. In vain, they tried to lift themself up. How could they know Zone 0´s air was composed almost entirely of carbon dioxide?

Their limbs failed to lift them to safety and they could only take shallow breaths as the vine´s eyes drilled them to the ground in fear.

Looking closely, the vine didn´t look like it was a plant at all, its eyes didn´t look like actual eyes either. They were more like a net of threads that moved like a hyperfast congested highway. It was only when the vine lifted one of it´s leafed threads to their forehead, that the little boy knew its touch burnt.

The sudden freezing numbness was quickly replaced with the agony of being burnt. The boy began crying, but the scream trapped on his chest wouldn´t come out.

He was completely silent when the vine forced them to stand on stiff, shaky legs that made his tears roll down even harder despite their ten thousand yards stare.

At each step, blisters popped up on the boy´s forehead and the blood went down in rivulets, tainting red the glowing flora that lit up below their feet. Lighting the way down a cave.

The boy´s mind was beyond the pain now, completely entranced in the agony of the sensation of fire running through their veins. With their mind and senses gone, they couldn´t see the chamber filled with hardened cocoons. Couldn´t hear the steps of something crawling near by, watching the vine walk the unfortunate boy to an empty cocoon, opening it´s fleshy threads as if arms opened for a hug.

As they stepped forward, all veins in their body popped out and chocking in their own drool, the cocoon enclosed them, fine wires wrapped their body as they stood inside the sealing cocoon and when they tigtened, all their bones crushed.

The light of their eyes vanished as the cocoon began to fill with a thick liquid. From outside, the remaining air and poisoned gas was exhaled from the orifice in the top, where the vine had climbed to and then dropped into the pool of goo with the boy before a large tube connected the cocoon to another, sealing it away.

The chamber was silent once again. The fumes dissipating into the air the creature repting swooshed with their tail. It would take days, a few weeks, before it fed completely the third chamber, a one similar to the one they had been born from.

But it wouldn´t worry about their loneliness. Not yet. Its sprouts walked the entirety of the Zone 0´s 8 kilometers, waiting for another pair of biped creature to wander inside their territory.

A few weeks later, when the two coccons had lost all color and some recovering ones laid open and wethered, steam was expulsed ferociously. The vines threading the cocoon began to untie themselves to slowly reveal the creature waking to existance.

It´s yellow eyes with black scleras opened to an unknown world with a gasp for air. Sensation began to flood into them. Breathing was suffocating, painful and they couldn´t manage to keep it inside with their frenetic gaping. Noise drilled into their pointy ears which quickly glued to their skull in an effort to muffle it, they pressed the heels of their hands to their eyes splashing everywhere with the burning black goo.

In the desperation to run from the overwhelming sensations of the new world, they stepped outside their cocoon and fell into soft arms. They struggled for a second, but a pressure going up and down their back soothed them into the crook of their neck, long matted hair hid their eyes from the annoying buzzying light as the instinct to curl and hide away made their tail coil around the being rubbing their back.

They didn´t know how to speak. They didn´t have vocal cords either, as they didn´t need them.

They could hear the soothing voice of the sibling that held them in their arms inside their head, silencing the terrifying world that expanded beyond their comprehension.

After they had calmed down, the other exorted them to open their eyes, to look up at them.

With a low whine, they obeyed and lifted their face to look with wide doe eyes at the hairy creature that wasn´t bothered by the goo dripping on their skin. A set of yellow eyes locked with the wide of almost orange ones as they bared their teeth.

They tried to paddle away, but their sibling held them tight, preventing them from escaping.

“That´s called a smile. Humans don´t consider a threat” they told them as they slowly untightened their jaw.

A low rumble from their lower abdomen, made another smile appear on their pale face.

“Right, you must be so, so hungry” They lifted them up in their arms with ease, despite their size being barely half of that of the hatchling. “Usually, we just eat whatever we come across at first” they explained them as they took them to another part of the chamber, away of the cocoons. They walked for a while, leaving a track of blue lights on their wake.

That was until slowly and carefully, the other let down the hatchling. Who clinged an arm to the soft fabric that covered their body from the sudden freezing temperature.

Their tail straightened up as they threw a low snarl and began rubbing their clawed hands against their arms. Their sibling let out a short wheeze. It amused the hatchling that such a sound could be so beautiful. Nothing like the buzzying that surrounded them still.

The hatchling threw their gaze over the scattered  lumps on the ground. They didn´t have much time to wonder what was below them as their sibling uncovored it to find a variety of faces. The creatures looked similar to how their sibling looked like and some were sprinkled with blood, or what they assumed was that red goo

“But in this planet, there´s plenty to take from” they said as they invited them to get closer on shaking legs “Go ahead and choose”

The hatchling took a long look at the variety of options, unable to decide until their eyes trained on a little freckled boy with half lidded black eyes. They reached towards their face and their claws with only five fingers, spreaded naturally to double the number. They gripped their jaw and turned it as gently as they new born status allowed them to.

Their sibling watched from afar and didn´t even twitch when the recipient´s neck cracked with the force and they told the hatchling to be gentler.

“Stop rubbing it all over, there´s still many that may choose them”

“I want them” they replied, remembering the words and threading them as their brain learnt how to from the previous conversations.

The other hummed suprised and simply waved their hand and walked away.

“Walk outside when you´re finished. We have a mission to fulfill”

As their steps melted into the silence, the hatchling towered above the human boy´s stiff body. They looked at the boy´s face as their claws uncovered them fully.

The creature tilted their head in surprised amusement at not finding the corners that marked their mouth on the boy´s chest. As they opened their real mouth, the one that ran down their torso and opened up like a flower to a multitude of teeth, they concluded this so called “humans” had an strange way of feeding if they only had their fake mouths on their faces.

Once they swallowed the boy´s body, they would learn how they feeded themselves.

But for starters, the creature wailed as their tail retracted back into their spine and they began to burn their spotty skin to become the pale smooth type humans had. They stumbled and fell on their side with a cry as their horns fell off, burnt into nothing but a fume and replaced for the same shade of black the boy´s hair was.

With a pained crack, the shifter took the shape of the boy and fell dryly on the ground.

After a while, they stood up on their two legs. Their head bobbed to a side before they settled their small hands on either side of their head and cracked the bones on their neck back on place with a cry.

With only a few minutes from birth, the creature that took the boy´s body, walked outside to fulfill the mission they had been born for.

#whump #brutal nemesis #writing #illustration #drawing #doodle #sketch #scifi whump #loss of autonomy tw #mind control #alien whumper #human whumpee #alien whump #whumping of a minor #tw death #plant day #the hatchling #misc #my writing #horror #body horror

[whumperfest]

Shapeshifting

Okay, but concept: shapeshifting is painful, but retaining a shape when focus is lost is damn near impossible. Even their own normal shape that they were born with.

So this character, this shapeshifting being, is being tortured, and every time there's just enough pain, something about them shifts and it's pure agony for like a solid 20 seconds as their body finally stabilizes and figures itself out.

The whumper catches on and decides to discover just what causes the shifting and what's not enough.

Now imagine what electrical currents could do if we assume shapeshifting is controlled similar to how a muscle is. Great spasms that just continuously warp what they look like and just fry their mental state with constant shifts.

That's not even bringing in the status of their bone structure if they were capable of changing the length of their limbs to accommodate for height. Is there a limit to that? Does shifting those cause a painful new bone growth? Or a painful break as their bones collapse to accommodate a smaller frame? If they shift their bones too much, do they just stay broken until healed? Or do they heal quickly, but it's still exceptionally painful? Do their captors even allow their bones to heal at all?

Then there's the muscles having to reform and tear constantly. Imagine all the pain even moving an inch would cause.

Would shifting be exhausting? I imagine it could potentially cause dehydration or starvation.

Then the continuous shifts would probably break something down in their mind. Would the shifter even remember themself at the end?

#whump #torture #shapeshifter #broken bones #torn muscles #mind break #exhaustion #dehydration #starvation #I'm just throwing out ideas because I'm sick again and bored as heck staying in bed

[shshshquietnow]

Shapeshifting whumpees are so good you don't even know. Prey animal instincts. Cornered animals. Lone wolves, social creatures, they have it all.

But imagine whumpee hearing someone in the forest and panicking, turning into a cat or rabbit or some other small animal.

And then whumper comes through and decides they like the cute little animal and take it home- horrible to the freedom whumpee previously had and also terrible in that how are they going to unshift, will whumper freak out, try to kill them...

So whumpee unshifts but no. Whumper said they wanted a cute little animal, and whumpee is even more cute and more scared like this!

#whump #quiet whispering #whumper #fantasy whump #whumpee #magic whumpee #possessive whumper #nonhuman whumpee #shape shifter whumpee

[shshshquietnow]

Hehe

I like villainous whumpers that are just terrible to everyone. Like whumpee has a special place in their heart, but they take the time to make sure allllll of whumpee's friends feel the love.

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Torrents Under the Skin III

Contents: nightmare torture, claustrophobia (tight spaces, woo!) Panic attacks, derealization (not sure if that's the right one but like... not thinking you're awake?) Paranoia, and I'm sure you'll notice lots more swearing.

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Shit! Fucking hell, she... GRH!

Amaya dashed through the forest, finding the camp she and Ryn had been at before she was fucking kidnapped by the evil sorceress that killed her family.

That now has Ryn, her best friend.

She unshifted, hot angry tears stinging at her eyes as she packed up camp. They had ambushed Invidia on one of her pillagings of a town, Amaya didn't even know where to BEGIN looking for where her lair could be, assuming that's even where she was taking Ryn...

"Amaya," Leruna, Ryn's mentor pulled the shapeshifter aside. Amaya had been an adventurer for some time before the runesmith decided to tag along, a few years of experience, and a few years over Ryn. "You're aware my apprentice has resolved to go adventuring with you, correct?"

Amaya nodded. Even before the apprentice had asked if she could come, she could just SEE the wonder in her eyes at the prospect of traveling the earth, using her magic to aid those in need, learning new magic on the field... hm. Amaya sucked up, hoping she was doing her formalities right. "I am much aware, Madam Leruna. With your permission I was thinking of letting her follow me."

Leruna was silent for a moment, taking off her spectacles to clean them with a cloth. She didn't look back at Amaya when she spoke again. "... she may go, but you better promise to take damn good care of my apprentice. I used to be an adventurer as well you meet all sorts of people... make sure she's out of the way of the bad ones."

The shapeshifter nodded, bowing to the older mage. Ryn had the most joyful look on her face when she broke the news...

And Amaya broke her promise.

She put all the stuff from the camp in her backpack, turning into a horse to race to the next town. Usually looking through libraries and researching and shit was Ryn's job, but that wasn't exactly an option. And according to what the runesmith had been going off about before the two had had their last night of travel together, Bell Haven had the largest magical library in the west.

Amaya shifted back to her human form as she approached the library, a large building with gilded marble and white columns. She tried the door, but it was locked.

She gritted her teeth and slammed her fists against the cold smooth stone. She didn't care if anyone answered- she didn't care if anyone SAW her, just... how could she ever let this happen.

She ran. She ran. Ryn told her to run and instead of insisting on fighting she ran like a coward and Ryn was going to die-

Tears blurred in her eyes... she couldn't bear the idea of getting a room at an inn in this state. She shifted into a wolf, curling up on the steps to the library. As soon as it opened she'd hear.

She'd hear...

"Amaya, was it love?"

The shapeshifter's eyes shot open, sitting upright and snarling at the figure in front of her. Invidia stood tall and sharp, long dark hair flowing around her. She looked like a prim and proper noble, rather than a dark sorceress.

But... they weren't outside the library. Amaya's heart lurched when she didn't feel the ground under her, floating about to be dropped into the abyss.

Normally Amaya would chalk this up as a dream... but she could feel her pounding heart. She was still a wolf as well, which when she was dreaming she was usually human, if not a bird (she's been studying their anatomy for quite some time now, she was getting close she just KNEW it). She could feel her ears flatten, and every piece of fur on her body stand on end as she growled.

"Oh, enough of that." Invidia tsked, snapping her fingers.

All at once Amaya felt her body shifting, the fur retreating to her skin. It was a painful process that had gotten dull over the years, but once it was over and she was human again, her skin crawled.

There wasn't a powerful enough sorcerer in the WORLD to force a shifter out of their form directly. Maybe with mind control, maybe with a pain spell, but to be able to completely work against the natural magic inside of someone when it was so intertwined...

"That's better," Invidia smiled. Amaya would have clawed her to death if her nails were sharp enough, and if she could find the courage to move while in the vast dark emptiness of wherever Invidia took her. "Now we can talk like adults. You're trying to find my doll, aren't you?"

"She's not a doll-" Amaya hissed, bristling. She was terrified out of her wits, but she couldn't STAND to hear Invidia call her that. She hesitated as the sorceress raised an eyebrow, DARING Amaya to keep talking back. "... where am I."

All of a sudden the darkness was blinding, enough so Amaya had to shield her eyes. When it died down, she was... home. Where her family lived. It was exactly like it was the last time she was there... before Invidia ravaged it. "Wherever I want us to be, love. I knew Ryn was more or less the brains of you two, but did you really not realize you were dreaming?"

"If you wanted to torment me, you should have kept me when you had the chance." Amaya said flatly, trying to keep her voice even.

Invidia had the audacity to laugh. "Love, pain is not the only thing I need from your friend. I just know that you will get in my way every chance you get. And I needed a way to... dissuade you."

"The only thing you..." Amaya focused on the floor, she couldn't see her home like this, not only a few months after her family was slaughtered. She sucked in a breath, puffing her chest to intimidate the larger predator, and stared Invidia dead in the eyes. "What do you want from Ryn."

Invidia looked down at the shifter, an unimpressed look. "Every great mage should feel the power of having someone under their complete control, in my opinion. Your Ryn will make a lovely pet."

Amaya felt the hot anger well up in her chest. "That's not what you meant and you know it! What do you need Ryn for, surely- she's a skilled runesmith, you... you need a spell only a runesmith could do or SOMETHING-"

All at once the world shifted again, Invidia disappearing and the four walls of her home closing in around her, until her arms were trapped all scrunched up, the floor rising so she had to bend her knees and tilt her neck at an angle that would hurt to hold.

Amaya did her best to pound on the wooden wall, anger quickly dissolving to panic as her breath grew quick. She was trapped she was trapped and she couldn't move she couldn't shift it was dark and she was trapped-

"No need for that, love," a hand was placed on the ceiling, Invidia must be standing over her, still there. "I already said this was a dream, but I'm glad the message us received."

Invidia's nails ran up and down the wood on top of her. She could barely breath.

"Should you find me," Invidia continued, not paying mind to the shifter's terror. "I have a chest just like this in my cellar. Don't get in my way, and don't look for your friend."

There was no noise, but Amaya could tell the sorceress was no longer there. Tears ran down her face as she struggled to move, her breathing ragged and her throat raw from screaming for what felt like hours.

"Girl? Girlie! Get off the doorstep, people want to get in!"

Amaya jumped up, paws landing on the ground, ears alert. She was getting a disapproving look from an old wizard, whom had nudged her awake with a broom.

The wolf whined, sprinting back to the forest. She couldn't go back in that chest, she couldn't risk invoking Invidua's wrath and endangering Ryn she couldn't do ANYTHING!

Leaves crunched under her legs, before they were pulled out from under her. Hunting trap. Dangling her in a net off the ground. Amaya quickly unshifted and twisted, writhing in the rope, only getting herself more tangled and only making her freak out all the more. She couldn't be trapped not again...

Boots stomped behind her head, a gruff voice sighed. "Hold still for me, I'll cut you out..."

She couldn't see who it was... the one who set the trap certainly. Amaya struggled even harder. Whoever this hunter was, she could cut the net which means she had a weapon. She couldn't tell at first last time, what if this was another dream?! And Invidia was keeping her asleep forever and ever to influence her nightmares and to laugh at her fear-

"You aren't making this very easy, miss." The hunter huffed. "Hold still-... screw it."

Amaya could hear a swiping sound through the air before something hit her, a blunt pain on the side of her head. She doesn't remember anything after, other than the sensation of being cut free.

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