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the tragedy of neil enduring evermore thinking that he’s keeping andrew safe while andrew is there thinking his family is safe just to get to the realization they both failed in the end

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nice pair of characters who trust each other more than anyone else in the whole entire world it would sure be a shame if one of them betrayed that trust for the sake of trying to keep the other alive. it would sure be a shame to love someone so much you destroy them

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love that xie lian canonically gets jealous like he was so sullen and gloomy every time hua cheng brought up his special someone and he literally threw himself in front of hua cheng’s sweaty shirtless torso cause the idea of someone else seeing even an inch of his man half-naked had him stressed as hell ... i truly feel that xie lian is the possessive one cause while we all know hua cheng is protective and will hold a centuries-long grudge, i feel like he would never dare to lay claim to xl whereas xl is like mine mine mine, this ghost is mine!!! and if someone else touches him i'll throw up and dig a hole to die in!!

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WHAT IT’S ABOUT

From V. E. Schwab, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue: a new genre-defying novel about immortality and hunger.

Santo Domingo de la Calzada, 1532.

London, 1827.

Boston, 2019.

Three young women, their bodies planted in the same soil, their stories tangling like roots. One grows high, and one grows deep, and one grows wild. And all of them grow teeth.

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Did a reread of A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by @fozmeadows and just had to make myself a custom dust jacket? Yes!

Like can’t recommend the book enough! I could read a million books about these two and never get tired! Arranged marriage and falling in love with your husband and dealing with trauma!

The inks for those who is interested in my process!

Does this count for my missing days inktober? Cuz this was what I was working on lol

My pencils were looser this time around but I was impatient to get to the inking.

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Quote Prompt

“I’m not happy about the idea of you sleeping with my younger brother, but there’s so many things wrong with that guy that I’m certain it couldn’t hurt.”

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I love when a Whumpee is kidnapped, and a ransom photo is sent to their loved ones. digital, cheap paper copy, somewhat less cheap gloss print, Polaroid, doesn't matter. what matters is the subject.

are they unharmed in the photo? are they even looking at the camera? are they the only subject photographed, or is their kidnapper somewhere in the frame? how long after the initial kidnapping does the photo arrive? hours? days? weeks?

how does the receiver react to the photo? anger? fear? indifference? agony? did they even know that Whumpee was missing?

currently rotating on the mind: a traditionally stoic Whumpee, face bruised and bleeding, trying their best to look away from the camera, but Whumper's hand is on their chin, forcing them to look directly at it, forcing the fear in their eyes to be put on display.

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whumpee being chained to the wall, their restraints keeping them from caretaker, who’s just inches from them. 

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Slimy whumpers

Content: gaslighting, noncon sexual touch, noncon kissing, serious shaming pls be careful

"I'm sorry for doing this, but you broke the rules..."

Hand slipping into victim's pants in a public place

Forced kissing--victim tries to pull away and whumper grabs them by the back of their hair. Victim wincing throughout the kiss.

Ashamedly turning away to hide their disgust afterward, not daring to wipe their mouth until whumper leaves.

"come here. On my lap."

Forcing victim to sit on erection

Forcing victim to have an erection, and then, "shame on you. You're being punished, you're not supposed to like this."

"don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Punishing whumpee for protesting even in body language and then saying "see? You like it."

"you must like pain--look at you, asking for more."

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The whumpee had been a kind of “inheritance” for a long time now, with their magic helping the whumper’s family reach new heights, maintaining power for generations. The whumper was a particularly cruel one, needlessly hurting the whumpee whenever they needed something from their beloved heirloom. The whumpee can only do what they always have- close their eyes, and hope the next heir is kinder.

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I think I saw that one of your fav authors is VE Schwab. I actually found your blog while I'm waiting for one of her books at the library. I love how you both do power dynamics and flow! I 💕 your blog!!!

I would love to see a possessive king who has to keep recovering a prince that's betrothed to him but keeps running.

Thanks for giving me my fix while I try to last the months long wait at the library! 😂

"You're clever enough to keep escaping despite all odds," the king murmured. "Why aren't you clever enough to realise that will never end where you want it to?"

The prince glared at him.

The king helped himself to another sip of tea, before he finally deigned to glance up from his breakfast table. Implacable. So seemingly genteel among the fine trays and silver, as if he were not a thing of avarice and dominion made flesh.

"Even should you make it all the way back to your kingdom," the king said, "they'll send you straight back. They gave you to me, remember? You are my betrothed by right."

"They don't know you. If they'd known who was truly asking-" The prince bit himself off, his fists curling.

The king hummed.

"And you think telling them of my true nature will spare you it. That they'd fight for you?"

"Of course they would."

"And would they fight for you like I would?"

The prince stared.

The king smiled, pleasantly, and slid a plate of hot bread rolls across the table towards him. An indication to sit.

The prince did not, though his legs felt jellied with the exhaustion of running. He said nothing.

"I'd fight for you like a holy war," the king said, voice too soft for such dark eyes. "Like laying siege to paradise. I'd fight for you in a thousand year campaign. I'd reduce your kingdom to a citadel of bones and ash before I let them keep you from me. I'd begrudge you no amount of bloodshed, no horror, because you are mine." His head tilted. "How would your former people fight for you?"

"Honourably," the prince snapped, mouth dry. "Kindly. I am their prince!"

"Perhaps." The king shrugged. "Or perhaps they'd begrudge. Resent the ordinary lives wasted and the livelihoods ruined by their pretty little princeling who thought he had the right to marry for love. As if he were just a man."

Bile burned up the prince's throat, at that.

"Merely something to think about," the king said.

"Maybe I won't go home then! But even five minutes away from this place, away from you, is a blessing."

The king did not seem offended or bothered by that, any more than he had the prince's glare or numerous defiances. It made the prince want to shake him until his teeth rattled.

"Do you not care that I do not love you?" the prince demanded. "That I do not wish to be yours?"

The pleasant smile flickered off the king's face for the very first time and what was left was terrible.

The prince took an automatic step back, though he did not consider himself a coward.

The king rose from his chair, rounding the table. The prince looked around at the guards but they were the king's guards, no matter their official job title, and they only stared ahead unmoving. No doubt, they would stare even if he started screaming. Crying. Pleading.

The prince backed up another step before forcing himself to hold his ground. His shoulders squared as the king came to a stop in front of him. He braced for - he wasn't sure what.

"I will say this once, and only once, my clever prince." The king stroked the backs of his knuckles gently down along the prince's jaw, nudging his gaze back when it tried to slide away. The prince's breath hitched. "If I did not care, I could keep you with broken legs in a straight jacket, blind and dumb and mute until I felt you'd learned your proper place here. I could marry you tomorrow without care for your own customs, rituals or comfort. Do you understand?"

The prince felt a little dizzy.

"There a worse fates in the world than being mine," the king said. "The sooner you understand that, the sooner you might make a home in this place that you are not so eager to run from."

"So I should thank you?" It came out hoarse.

"I do not expect you to thank me. I know who and what I asked for when I asked for you."

The king's hand dropped and, for the first time, the prince felt strangely bereft of its heat. Its grounding presence. He swallowed.

"Get some rest," the king said, his pleasant smile back, "if you will not join me for breakfast. You have had a difficult night, from what I've heard, and I'm sure your next attempt to flee this place will be no less gruelling. You'll need your strength, love."

The prince let himself be led back to his chambers in a daze.

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Writing Masterlist

Villain cursed as their knees hit the floor, almost toppling over without their arms to balance them, relying on strong hands that gripped their bound arms. Light blurred their vision as the black hood was yanked away.

"Well well, if it isn't Villain in the flesh." Supervillain was sat facing them, leaning back as they took a drawl of their cigarette, smirking.

"Let me go Supervillain. I don't work for you anymore." Villain twisted their shoulders, trying to get out of the henchmen's grips.

"Yes, I know. You're a 'good guy' now or something, right? Going after thieves and petty criminals. Don't you miss having a challenge?"

"Do I miss getting the shit beat out of my every week by hero league? Funnily enough, no."

Supervillain tutted. "Language, Villain. I taught you better than that."

Villain couldn't help but laugh. Kidnapping civilians was fine, blowing up buildings was fine, but cursing? No, that was too far for the greatest villain in the city.

A punch to the face had Villain's eyes and nose watering. Or was it blood making their upper lip damp? One of the henchmen stepped back, fists ready to make another move should they act out of line.

"Let's cut to the chase, Villain." Supervillain stood up, sucking slowly on their cigarette, almost completely burnt away by this point. "You know why you're here."

"I haven't told hero league anything-"

"Shhh..." Supervillain was right in front of them now, one hand cupping their cheek. "I know you haven't. Because you know what I'd do to you if you did. No, no, no. The question I have for you is how much pain will it take before you agree to work for me again?"

Villain just shook their head, fear settling into their bones. They had never meant to become a villain. They had just wanted revenge against Hero. Supervillain had helped them with that but now they wanted their life back, they didn't enjoy it the way villains had to.

"Such a pity." Supervillain tugged open their shirt and put their cigarette out on Villain's collarbone. "But I can't-" they continued over Villain's sobs, "-have my employees defecting. It's bad for moral."

"Please..."

"Hush now, Villain. We'll have plenty of time to talk down in the cells." Supervillain said, raising Villains head to theirs with a single finger. "When you've had time to evaluate your choices."

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Caretakers who are treating their Whumpee's wounds without any anesthetic. Whumpee is screaming, writhing under their hands. But Caretaker can't stop. They have to do this. They start begging, pleading with their Whumpee, "Just pass out, please just pass out."

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TW noncon kissing under cut

Whumpee and Caretaker are lovers. Whumpee gets kidnapped and Caretaker goes to rescue them. They find Whumpee and Whumper, with Whumper holding Whumpee at gun/knifepoint.

Whumper, to taunt and anger Caretaker, kissed Whumpee, knowing that Caretaker and Whumpee were lovers.

That pissed Caretaker off and a fight ensued.

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Don't you just love it when the team get captured and it's revealed that Whumpee has met Whumper before.

The twisted delight in Whumper's voice when they say "Oh, has Whumpee never mentioned me?"

The shame burning in Whumpee's face as Whumper recounts the fun they used to have together.

The confusion, disbelief, and horror on the teams' faces as the truth unfolds.

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If you’re still doing NSFW asks (and totally fine if not), what about whumpee rediscovering their agency and pleasure by indulging in consensual kinks with their partner? Maybe even healing and processing things that happened during the whumping™️ through kink?

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Hm I have never thought about that! Fyi I don't do caretaking very well but here are my ideas...

Whumpee discovering their agency after nsfwhump

Whumpee puts on a long coat and high-heeled boots and walks into the bedroom. "You don't have to like it." Whumpee says whumper's line. "You just have to submit."

Whumpee taking control mid act to aggressively rail their partner. "Got triggered?" Their partner asks. "I'm in charge now." Whumpee pants. "Yes sir whumpee." Their partner smiles.

"they did what to you?" "Never mind." "No, wait, you don't have to tell me, just show me what you want me to do."

Whumpee shivers as their safe partner runs their fingers along the knife scars they got from whumper

Whumpee saying the safe word every 5 seconds just to make sure it really works

"Whumpee, we don't have to..."

Whumpee having a hard time asking for what they want because their partner will immediately connect the dots and fill in what happened to them

Tears run down whumpee's face when they get triggered, they pull away, shivering. "I'm--I'm sorry... I'm too ugly." "you're beautiful." Their partner says softly. "This is beautiful. And this is beautiful. I love every part of you."

Recurrent issues like "I'm ugly" or "I'm worthless" coming up every time and their partner had to pretend

"Say I'm a good pet." "But whumpee, wasn't that what whumper called--" whumpee gets down on their hands and knees, getting red up to the ears. "Please, just say it."