#whumping your ocs

[creation-help]

Torturing your ocs ask game :)

(Delightful, I know. But we all do it sometimes)

1. Which of your ocs do you most often imagine sick? In what ways?

2. Which of them do you most imagine injured in other ways?

3. Who do you put through the most emotional turmoil?

4. Which oc has been tortured? Through what means?

5. Which of them has the worst luck?

6. Who goes through the most relationship conflicts? (applies to any relationships)

7. Who do you put most into stressful situations or other drama?

8. Who ends up in survival situations the most? How do they fair in them?

9. Has any of them had to be saved from the brink of death? Were there any consequences after?

10. Has any of them had to be revived / brought back to life? How did this affect them?

11. Who is afraid the most? How does this effect them?

12. What kind of health repercussions has your oc experienced through intense stress? How do they manage them?

13. Who cries the most often? What are the usual causes?

14. How does your oc cope?

15. To cap off what kind of hurt/comfort scenarios do you put your oc in?

This can be about canon story events or simply rotating scenarios for fun!

[cyberwhumper]

Reblog for a whump-themed Christmas Card in your inbox

Hello friends!

It's that time of the year again! I have once again made a whumpy christmas card for my friends and am extending the offer here too <3

On the 25th everyone who reblogs will receive a whumpmas card in their inbox (please have askbox open and allow asks/submissions with media!!!).

Happy holidays everyone!!!

[pvtashby]

Reblog/reply with your reason! I'd be super interested to see what others do it for!

[eman-cosplay]

HERE IS FUL FULL HICCUP COSPLAY OUT OF GREAT PHTOTO SESION

[bilightningwriter-writing]

PSA for "Prompt" tags

*Only tagging every prompt tag I can think of because there's a common issue that's getting worse in all of the ones I follow*

Many new writers here seem to not understand what "prompt" or "inspiration" or even "list" tags are for. I've seen many who just seem to go, "Oh, this says otp/fluff/angst in it, I should put that on my post!" Which, no, that's not how it works.

What "prompt" (and similar) tags are for:

- generic inspiration

- ex: character A and character B go on their first date, what happens?

- list of words/things meant to *prompt* ideas

What "prompt" (and similar) tags are NOT for:

- answered asks from prompt lists (just say "prompt fill" or something)

- original writing/fic writing posts

- something that's more of a writing update than an actual prompt

Like, maybe it's just me because I don't see anyone really addressing it. I also tend to just block repeat offenders (aka those who do this often), so others who are also bothered most likely do the same. But it's been a growing issue, especially in niche prompt tags that already don't get enough activity with people making those prompts.

I get it, you're excited and want others to see what you've written. Which is understandable! But putting red balls in a "Green Balls Only" bin is just going to get people annoyed at you and your blog blocked. Technically, yes, things are related, but that doesn't mean it should be in there.

Categories are made for a reason. Please be aware of others, and if you're unsure what goes in a tag, look at the popular section of that tag. Granted, that's not always perfect (as I see a lot of Stranger Things or MCU fic posts get enough notes that they clog even that section), but it's a start.

I'm going to let this circulate for a while before I start blocking people again. Because, good news! You can remove tags from existing posts, and then your post will stop showing up in that tag. And I really don't want to inadvertently block someone I might enjoy reading. Just, you know, with the proper tags.

[o-wise-corvid]

I never do this but.

Wounded and weak Caretaker finally being able to lie down to recover. They’re in so much pain, enough to overwhelm their usual stoicism.

Whumpee doesn’t know what to do. Caretaker is their rock, their safe place. And their blood is everywhere, and they’re wrestling with pain that makes them grit their teeth and even cry out.

They feel so useless. They couldn’t dream of protecting their Caretaker, when it seems as if their Caretaker does everything for them. They chance a glance at them. They’ve never noticed how exhausted Caretaker looks all the time. How hollow and lonely their eyes are.

And it breaks their heart.

Caretaker is so good to them, so protective and loving… what good is Whumpee to them?

But then Caretaker looks over at them, reaching out a trembling hand. “Please stay,” they ask in a brittle, pleasing voice. It’s like they’re expecting to be told no.

Whumpee bursts into tears and does what they can to be close to Caretaker, holding their hand, or helping them lay their head in Whumpee’s lap. And the way they relax into Whumpee’s closeness, it’s obvious to see how deeply they care for Whumpee. Why they do what they do.

“It’s alright… just need a little rest… you’re alright,” they whisper, fading quickly.

Whumpee just holds them tightly as they rest, shivering but slowly sharpening. Caretaker is their’s. They won’t lose them. Not after all this. Not after everything they’ve been through. They haven’t even told Caretaker how much they love them yet…

[starflungwaddledee]

she's uploading his most embarrassing baby pics on wanyagram as we speak

little fanart for @chibifox2002's incredible Mama D, who starstruck was lucky enough to go up against in round four of the @kirbyoctournament!!

[noisyghost]

something something dark and stormy night

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Idea: rather than project all his childhood insecurities on his children, Hiccup holds Zephyr (or Tiny 👀) for the first time and he cries for himself as well because he holds this newborn, his first, and he can't ever imagine casting this child out like he was once casted out for so long that acceptance from the enemy was enough for him.

[enemieswbenefits]

The little lace wing left dangling after a royal fuck up

[whumpologyy]

[some context for this excerpt - Caregiver has their hands cuffed behind them and a collar around their neck that is chained to the wall. Whumper is taking Whumpee away for some (more?) torture. all the good stuff]

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“The collar stays on….it suits you,” Whumper smirked. “But I’m assuming you’d like the cuffs off? Can’t imagine what it’d do to your hands to be in that position all night.”

Caretaker nodded jerkily, and Whumper gave a condescending tsk.

“Now, ask nicely. Come on.”

Caretaker said nothing, absolute hate bubbling inside them.

“You want them off, you’re gonna beg for it. I know you know how to beg, Caretaker.”

“Fuck off!” Caretaker snapped, and was rewarded with Whumper planting their foot in the middle of their chest and shoving them down. Unable to catch their fall, Caretaker head bounced off the hard floor painfully.

“Well then, I hope you have a nice night. I know I will.”

And Whumper left Caretaker bound and collared on the floor, closing the door behind them and Whumpee.

[oros-ash3s]

─ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ CHARACTER BIO ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ─

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Prophet girl / chosen by the sun / do you hear the gods whispering those silent stardust words?

Cursed daughter / uttering insanities no one believes / do you regret taking the vow?

ೀ Author Unknown (via Pinterest)

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🌸 𐙚₊˚⊹ BASICS ⊹꒦₊˚ɞ🌷

Name || Yara Aeronwyn Coeman Reyes

⁀➴༯ Name meaning || Yara is a girl’s name of Arabic and Brazilian origin, and is defined as “small butterfly”, or in some cases, “water lady”. In Persian, it holds the meaning of “friend” or “strong”.

Nicknames || Pipsqueak (Aster), That Girl (Ryuji), Mousy (Kageko)

Age || 17-years-old

Birthdate || May 16th (Taurus)

Gender and Pronouns || Cisgender (she/her)

Sexuality || Aromantic, Heterosexual

Ethnicity || Spanish, Dutch

Classification || Unknown, assumed to be human

Occupation || None

Role || Protagonist

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🌸 𐙚₊˚⊹ PERSONALITY ⊹꒦₊˚ɞ🌷

Yara is driven by her fear.

She has grown up in an environment that hasn’t allowed for her to be in touch with other people, that has left her mostly on her own. She, like many others in Seras, has been force to grow up too early, her childhood dedicated to living and surviving instead of growing and learning. She has no real friends or companions, none except for her trusty pet raven Mavros.

This has stunted her in a way. She’s naive and doesn’t pick up well on social cues, or understand most things that kids her age like or are interested in. She trusts too easily despite her caution, and has little to no knowledge of the outside world, having been stuck inside the borders of her childhood home for so long. The only thing she has to protect her is this ever-growing fear. It’s the one thing that has left her safe, alive. She’s determined to hold onto it until the day she dies.

But despite all this, Yara truly is, at her core, a kind and friendly person. Although she does have walls up at the start, with some genuine acts of care, she is very easily won over. It doesn’t take her long to warm up to people, and from then on she will be an absolute nuisance. She loves to chatter away, taking about anything and everything, and even with her fear of the unknown, she still has many skills and positive traits to offer.

She is a girl who has been subjected to loss at a young age, yet who is just hoping, secretly, for someone to pull her out of this loop of lonely nothingness and be apart of something grand.

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Currently Yara is set to venture out of the oh-so familiar boundary of her home and follow Aster, a strange boy who has introduced himself as one of the Immortai, the selected few who make it out of Noroi attacks alive. Yara isn’t too sure about him, but any place that will keep her safe from the Noroi is a place she is willing to head towards.

Currently the duo are headed towards the Seventh Sector, Aster’s home. He promises that the leader there will have the answers that she seeks, and help her figure out the curse that the Noroi apparently bestowed upon her. Neither of them have been able to figure out what the curse is get, despite the haunting visions that stir her awake continuously.

Yara isn’t quite sure if she even is an Immortai after all. It almost feels like as if she is something entirely different altogether….

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Traits || Lonely, resourceful, independent, creative, loyal, shy, really talkative once you get to know her

Alignment || Lawful good

Likes || The outdoors, sweets, travelling, sunny weather, trying new things, exploring, food, doing her 70 million hobbies, animals, birds, meeting new people, mythology

Dislikes || Noroi, small and cramped spaces, being alone, the dark, nighttime

Hobbies || Reading, crocheting, gardening, sketching, baking, writing, journaling, cleaning, printmaking, poetry, cooking, and so many more (a girl’s gotta do something while locked away)

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🌸 𐙚₊˚⊹ APPEARANCE ⊹꒦₊˚ɞ🌷

She looks like what you’d expect from a farmer girl. She has long, tangled honey-blonde hair she always pulls into four loose bubble braids. Her bangs are swept to the side, with thick strands framing her face. She has a round face shape and peachy skin, a faint dusting of freckles splashing across her cheeks. Her eyes are big and wide, a gentle mint-green that appears to be faintly blue while in the sunlight.

She has a very small, petite frame, which earns her the nickname of “pipsqueak” by Aster. Despite being quite short, she’s pretty curvy and on the chubbier side, with a pear-shaped figure, and wide hips.

Small scars, pale and faded, can be found along her hands and arms, though they’re barely noticeable anymore.

Height || 5’6”

Aesthetic || Yara has a sort of twee vibe to her. She loves long, flowy dresses, a mismatch of fabrics, and clothes that are easy to move in while still comfortable. She also can be seen wearing a lot of jewelry, mainly bead necklaces and bracelets that she has made herself.

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🌸 𐙚₊˚⊹ ORIGINS ⊹꒦₊˚ɞ🌷

Yara comes from the fifth region inside Seras, Dara, which was known for its long, winding Rockies, stunning mountainscapes, and beautiful greenery. Now, due to the rise of Noroi and fall of civilization as humans had known it, the Rockies are dangerous and tumultuous terrain, the sparkling shades of green that had once covered the mountains now shades of unforgiving gray and black.

Yara’s family comes from a long line of lumberjacks and hunters. Despite the forests being corrupted by the onslaught of the apocalypse, the wood is still harvestable. In recent years, there has been an increase of fruits that have begun to grow without the help of chemicals and factories, allowing for the poorer citizens to taste fresh vegetables again. Their family had even begun their own little garden, something Yara and her siblings were ecstatic about.

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Yara had a fairly normal life as a child. She was one of the older children in the family, raised by more traditional parents who held their values of family and responsibility close to their chests. As a young girl, she was instilled with the beliefs of independence and resourcefulness, always helping out around the house with chores, errands, and babysitting.

Her family lived up in a more secluded part in the mountain, with their only contact to their nearest town being through long day trips for work, meaning that the children were all homeschooled. It left Yara with only her family to keep her company, but Yara didn’t care. Her family was a close and tight-knit one, all the siblings close friends despite all their disagreements, and Yara couldn’t have loved them more. They were all she ever needed in the world, even if the ideas of adventure frequently called to her.

It was only on the eve of her twelfth birthday when her entire reality changed, leaving Yara’s peaceful life on the mountain disrupted forever……

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𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 / 𝙏𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 / 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙝 / 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝—

“Sweet Hibiscus Tea” by Penelope Scott

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🌸 𐙚₊˚⊹ RELATIONSHIPS ⊹꒦₊˚ɞ🌷

Oscar Alonso Reyes, father

Evy Coeman Reyes, mother

Kaia Coeman Reyes, eldest daughter

Yara Coeman Reyes, herself

Flora Coeman Reyes, middle daughter

Annika Coeman Reyes, second-middle daughter

Noa Coeman Reyes, youngest daughter

Beau Coeman Reyes, youngest son

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Yara comes from quite a large family. Second eldest to a group of six, she had a lot of responsibility from a young age to take care of the younger ones. Despite this burden, she was extremely close with all of her siblings, and had a good relationship with both of her parents, who she truly loves.

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Apart from her family, she has built quite a life for herself at the Seventh Sector. Despite not being liked by all, she does have two close friends, Aster and Anya.

Aster was her first friend, and is still her best. He found her and rescued her from Noroi, and is a person that Yara found herself instantly attached to. He’s loud and rambunctious where she is quiet and reserved, and the two click like a puzzle piece. She doesn’t trust someone more in the world than him.

Anya was someone Yara met her first day at the Seventh Sector. A younger recruit, she’s bubbly and talkative, but shy at first, just as Yara herself is. Where Aster and Yara contrast each other nicely, Yara and Anya couldn’t be more similar. It’s a match made in heaven.

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🌸 𐙚₊˚⊹ EXTRA TIDBITS ⊹꒦₊˚ɞ🌷

Yara has a pet raven named Pluto! He randomly passed through the barrier one day after her twelfth birthday, and has not left her side since. She adores him to death.

She’s read all the books in her house so much that she’s memorized all of them. Aster can hold the book up and she can recite them word-for-word.

She was closest to her mother.

She hadn’t ever had sugar before she met Aster. He brought her to a candy shoppe and she went NUTS.

Despite encountering Noroi on a day-to-day basis, she cannot fight to save her life. Aster is always swooping in and saving her (with much dramatics might I add).

She scares REALLY easily. Something which Aster takes full advantage of.

She has a beautiful singing voice. Her mother did too, and it brings Yara a strange sense of belonging to sing. (Pluto even joins in sometimes.)

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|| MOODBOARD

|| PLAYLIST

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TAGLIST \\ @ohagiwrites @bloodinkandashes @corinneglass @icantthinkofablognameatm @vesanal @inky-anathemata @bioniclechronicles @seastarblue @gr3yhellh0und @aalinaaaaaa @shadow-of-tea-and-tea @robinshandhurts @ieppiq @sugaredparchment @lunaeuphternal @the-ellia-west @ifmasonbasonwasawriter @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @blackboxwarrior-mkultra @lancedoncrimsonwings @sharkblizzardblogs @cepheusgalaxy @theink-stainedfolk

[cepheusgalaxy]

[ID. A boy with red hair and teary violet eyes carrying a massive sphere over his shoulders as he kneels down. His haircut is a mullet, whose tips are black, and he has many tattoos, a few silver piercings and wears a basic tank top and black pants. The sphere displays many bright green stars, including the Taurus constellation, with the star Atlas being highlighted in it. /end ID.]

"Endure"

fanart for @oros-ash3s 's atlas :) || his and @/ohagi-writes' story The Chrysalis is so so so so cool, you can check it out at @chrysalis-thestateofchange !!!

OKAY SO MY THOUGHTS AB IT GOING UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I WENT BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR MAKING THIS clears throat

first of all atlas is so COOL. There is this one quote on his character intro (lift your knees atlas/the heavens are a burden but in the starlit ink of constellations/you have written/endure) that made something to my brain and. well i had to do this.

searching for a reference of "atlas" the greek myth was quite easy, tbh. pinterest was filled with them. so i just picked one i liked and went to work! in the og composition, actually, the "world"/"sky" he lifts is entirely inside the canvas but i ended up cutting a bit of it out to frame atlas a bit better. it was absolute HELL to figure out his hair but once i did i wouldn't stop staring at ittt. its so pretty. he is so pretty.

speaking of which, i took extra care when drawing his face. ash describes atlas as having the build of a soldier (oops, might have slacked off on that but alas i still like it) which contrasts with his pretty, delicate face. he even has lashes ^^ i also colored his eyes with a glint of both marine blue and magenta, to make the violet color pop out a bit more. that's i trick i picked when drawing my own violet-eyed pretty boy, petrichor, lmao.

finding a reference for atlas zielínski himself was also quite satisfying :) ash has a bunch of super duper incredibly cool art of him so i had a pretty solid base for it. i also went into atlas's pinterest board and took a while taking some inspo for what clothes i was gonna draw him in, although i did end up with this basic thing he has been drawn once in one of ash's drawings (the one with a guitar, if i recall well). having a reference for the tattoos was also VERY helpful im not used to drawing them lmao. And!!! you see his lil necklace. i stole it from the pinterest board to give him some decor :)

i also spent an embarassing amount of time trying to decide a gradient and a color and a level of darkness for this background. i went with green at first, because eden's color seems to be green, to imply how it's eden's influence that weights on him something something but Then i thought it was a bit too colorful so i put an overlay purple over it to correct the colors, and it was looking good until i finished coloring, in when i decided to adjust it, and it only went downhill from there.

i also had fun making his pose!!! i tried a new method for making the anatomy look a little better, and i'm glad of how it turned out. his face was also trying to resist looking cool for a while and i had to lasso tool my way into adjusting it quite a few times lmaoo. i flipped the canvas like almost solely to fix his face on this piece. it was Essential that it looked good.

AND

THE STARS

it was quite a big brain move of me, if i do say so myself. in the myth, atlas holds quite literally the sky, although it's often, like in the rendition i picked as a reference, represented as being the globe of Earth. so i thought, well, why not sprinkle some stars on it? his weight is the sky, after all. and then i remembered that time ash mentioned atlas's favorite constellation was the one that gave him his name, so i decided to google it and try to draw, but then i realized i was recalling it wrong and it wasn't a constellation, but a single star. Atlas belongs to the Taurus constellation in fact, and is also known as tauri-27. it was pretty nice to draw it if im being honest :) i had, of course, to highlight the tauri-27, although it ended up a bit subtle, but i don't mind. i also didn't linger on the color a lot, because the whole background was already green so i just leaned a bit towards jade/cyan/teal to make them pop.

also im pretty proud of how the shadows came out it was really really handy to have a reference!

art taglist || @for-the-love-of-angst @seastarblue

[serickswrites]

For Good

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, medication, unconsciousness, passing out, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery

"Whumpee, Whumpee, let me help you," Caretaker said as they hurried to Whumpee's bedside. Whumpee had been ordered by the doctor to stay in bed so that they could recover from everything Whumper had done to them. Caretaker still hadn't been able to ask Whumpee about everything. Hadn't been able to hear and hadn't wanted to trigger Whumpee.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," Whumpee said gruffly. "I should be able to go to the bathroom to wash my face by myself."

"Whumpee, you're really hurt. Please, let me help you."

Whumpee hissed with pain as they tried to sit up further. "I don't need help! Damn it!"

Caretaker tried not to take Whumpee's anger personally. They were in pain. They had endured so many unspeakable things. They were angry. But they needed help. "Are you in pain?"

"What do you think?" Whumpee said angrily. "Of course I'm in pain."

"Then please take your medicine, Whumpee. It's there to help you."

Whumpee frowned. "I won't."

"It's for your own good, Whumpee," Caretaker said exasperatedly. "Please, just take it. Let yourself sleep. Let yourself heal."

"You're always trying to drug me. Always trying to get me to just lay here. You're no better than them," Whumpee sneered.

Caretaker flinched. They were sure they knew who Whumpee meant. But they had to confirm. "Who, Whumpee?"

"Whumper."

The silence was thick and painful. Caretaker swallowed as they tried to gather themself. Whumpee had been so angry since they had gotten back. But to compare them to Whumper? That wasn't fair at all. "That's not true, Whumpee. Look," Caretaker said as Whumpe opened their mouth to protest, "you are in pain. This is pain medicine. Take it. Go to sleep. You'll feel better. It's that easy."

Whumpee held out their hand for the pill, glaring at Caretaker the entire time. They took the pill from Caretaker's hand and dry swallowed the pill. "I'm sure you just want me to pass out so you can do whatever you want to me."

Caretaker kept their expression blank. Kept Whumpee from seeing how much their words hurt Caretaker. "I want you to feel better, Whumpee."

"Yeah, right," Whumpee mumbled angrily as they blinked heavily. Fortunately the medication worked quickly--Whumpee was so weak from their ordeal. "That's what they said, too," they muttered as sleep sucked them under.

It was only after Caretaker was sure Whumpee was deeply unconscious that they allowed their mask to crumble. That they allowed themself to breakdown. They cried for themself. They cried for the situation. And most of all, they cried for Whumpee and everything that had happened to Whumpee.

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[oddsconvert]

I LOVE Henley's "broken" fic!!

Now all I can think about is Henley having a little existential crisis. He realizes that he's completely alone in the world. Izaak tried to get rid of him, Ronan is bored with him, no one ever came to rescue him. He starts spiraling and eventually convinces himself that there is no one left that really cares about him😭

I live for Henley whump😈

THANK YOU, THANK YOUUU - IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED!!! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) I had so much fun writing it!

(and also, this ask 🤌🤌🤌 you've inspired me AGAIN, SO TA-DA, MORE HENLEY WHUMP! 🙌)

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cw:// pet whump, dehumanisation, broken/submissive whumpee, noncon drugging, whumper turned whumpee, physical & emotional abuse, power imbalance, whumpee desperate for Whumpee's affection (lemme know if I missed any!)

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Henley sat curled up in his corner of the basement, arms hugging his knees tight to his pounding chest. Green-eyed jealousy burned behind his eyes as he watched Ronan cradle Izaak in his lap like an innocent newborn - brushing a tender hand over his flushed cheek, cooing down at him.

Even when drugged to the edge of oblivion just to keep him docile, Izaak still got to be adored, whilst Henley was left ignored.

It’s not fair.

Henley bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted copper, his fingernails already chewed down to the quick. Izaak didn’t even have to try. Henley had to grovel for scraps, beg for mercy, claw for the smallest hint of affection. Even when Izaak screamed and misbehaved, when he spat and bit back - he was still wanted.

No matter how hard Henley tried to be good. Tried to be quiet - made himself so small, seen and not heard, playing by every rule in Ronan’s book.

All he’d become was invisible. Was there any space left for him at all? Did the world even want him anymore?

Izaak had tried to get rid of him - tossed him aside like rotting fruit, too bruised to be worth keeping. And now Ronan had grown bored too. These days, he barely spared Henley a glance, unless it was to snap an order or kick him out of the way.

Desperate, needing something - anything - Henley crawled forward on shaking limbs and tried to nestle into Ronan’s leg, trying to feel the warmth of a touch that wasn’t cruel.

But before he could settle, Ronan snapped, smacking Henley down to the floor.

“Down! Bad boy, Henley!” Ronan roared with a sharpness that struck deeper than any whip. Henley cowered into himself, a whimper escaping his lips.

He dropped where he was, spine bowed, hands splayed against the cold stone floor. He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Awaited further instruction…or reprimand.

“You wait your turn! Naughty mutt,” Ronan spat, returning his attention to his prized possession, stroking the hair away from Izaak's vacant face.

Henley froze where he was, shame curdling in his chest, and for a moment he swore he could feel the world collapsing in on him.

If he didn't have Ronan…he truly had no-one. Nothing. Nowhere. No name that meant anything to anyone. No face anyone’s missing. No place he could crawl back to, even if he were to crawl out of this hell.

Ronan was his last thread, and now that thread was fraying.

Henley wasn’t strong enough to fight. Not clever enough to escape. Not sweet enough to be loved anymore. He wasn’t Izaak, with his fire and his pretty little bruises that Ronan still cared to kiss.

If Ronan had left Henley to starve, fine. If he'd snapped his neck like a twig, fine. But this? Not even second-best, but just a fallback? A reserve? A hindrance? This slow unravelling; knowing he's unwanted and still being forced to stay - was somehow worse.

Henley didn’t belong anywhere. No-one wanted him. Not a soul cared about him. And if that’s the case… What's the point in surviving at all?