I’ve Been Thinking About It For A While, So, Uh, I Don’t Know If Anyone Have Told About It Before

196 archive: April 2nd 2022

how tf should I draw her if she’s looking like that bruh why she looks like Melon from Beastars 💀💀💀💀

i struggle drawing Skyfire so some stuff to familiarize myself with his design </3

Sorry for the spam WOjshaahjajs *flee away*

Captain, i frew up...

A gek @vcr-wolfe found that i love

War of Royalty

Yay! It’s done!

CW: Slavery, medieval whump, whipping and branding referenced, noncon stripping (again, nonsexual)  taken in by royalty, whumpee thinking fluff is punishment, intimate caretaker, forcefully carried, begging 

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The king held a golden goblet in the palm of his hand, occasionally glancing from the ambassador to the boy at his right hand. He was visibly trembling as all eyes at the banquet were glued on him, tracing his scars, staring at the healing whip marks curling over his shoulders. The king however, just kept looking longingly into his face. 

“Are you not hungry, Eden?” He asked, nodding towards his overfilled untouched plate. “No! It’s n-not that, your majesty, It’s just… sh-should I not be serving you? I should be refilling your wine, or washing plates.” Eden tucked his head waiting for the hand to dig in his hair or a strike to the back of the head… But alas, he just laughed.

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#imcrying

Humans being the first. Not the strongest or the smartest or the weirdest or the most violent. Just the first.

We called out into the dark over and over. We sent out messages in hopes. We searched every planet we could reach, in hopes of any sign of life. Any at all.

We thought, hoped we were the last, because we couldn’t bear the idea of being the one ones this awake and alive in a world as vast as this.

And we died alone.

When the others are born, many many years later, they find us, everything we left for them.

They recover The Golden Record and look at it a million times over, they dig up our fossils and put us in museums, they study us for years and years, loving us as we love our ancestors’ painted hands on cave walls.

In a lot of their languages, the word they use for us has the same root for “mother”.

bro why there’s so much events in this sinful world

You don't have to apologize, or perform authorial disgust, for dark, violent, sexual, cruel or problematic topics in the fiction you create.

Fiction does not exist to teach an audience a moral lesson. You as an author are not required to be your audience's moral teacher.

You can have bad things happen-- you can have a protagonist who is bad-- without having to explain to your audience that they are bad.

Stockholm Syndrome Prompts

All those little whumpees who slowly forget why they're fighting. Gradually learning to love their whumper.

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"You know I have to punish you for this, right? I'm sorry. I don't want to. I hate to see you cry...but it's the only way you'll learn."

Whumpee slowly gaining privileges the better they behave. It's easier if they just obey.

Nightmares. Whumpee dreaming of Whumper hurting them. They scream and thrash, waking up to Whumper holding them close. "Shh...it's okay. It was just a dream. I'm not going to hurt you..." Whumpee almost believes it.

Whumpee looks tense, so Whumper gives them a massage.

Whumpee's favorite foods. Always.

"Why are you still thinking about them? All you need is me."

Soft kisses and gentle touch.

"You are so amazing. No one ever appreciated you, did they? They didn't stop long enough to really look."

Constant bondage. Whumpee needs to rely on Whumper for every single thing. Every bite of food. Sip of water. Bathing. Everything they need only comes from Whumper's hands.

"What would you do without me? Really. Go back to them? Back to a life of stress an expectations? Isn't this better?"

New clothes. New hair. New everything. Whumpee starts to forget who they are.

"I told you you'd warm up to me."

That first time that Whumpee leans into Whumper's touch. Probably after a punishment. They're so tired. And Whumper is so warm and kind. They just...drift...

"Isn't this better?"

Whumper only un-gags Whumpee if they 'use their nice words'. Once Whumpee tries to snap at them, beg for Whumper to let them go, or say anything that suggests they don't want to be there, Whumper shoves the gag back in so they can 'think it over and try again later'.

"Can...can you stay with me? Just a little longer." "Of course, darling."

Whumper hand-feeding Whumpee. The intimacy and the trust they have to partake in if they want to eat.

"Tell me you love me. Say it."

Whumper who brands their Whumpee. Whumpee knows they'll never be the same again - they'll always be marked.

"There we go. Isn't 'please' so much nicer to say than 'no'?"

When they stop hesitating to say it.

"No...no please." "Shh...this will help you sleep. I won't leave you, I promise."

Whumper pulling Whumpee close, holding them tight as they try to struggle away. Gently petting their hair and humming until Whumpee's thrashing slows to a stop. They give into the embrace, sobbing into Whumper's shoulder.

"You don't need to think. I'll do that for you. You just rest."

Whumper breaks Whumpee's legs so Whumpee has to rely on them for everything. Thought of escape seem impossible.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice? You can't lie to me. I know everything about you."

Whumpee vaguely remembers that they used to fight. They used to kick and scream and spit. They just can't remember why.

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