#Hidhialial

[whumpsical]

What’s your controversial whump opinion?

😈 What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to an OC?

🍻 Which OC would you wanna grab a beer with?

🫀What work do you love the most?

🦷 Which OC is the most likely to bite? Who’s most likely to get bitten?

👑 Who’s your fave? Why?

LOVE your work by the way!

(From here!)

❌: GOTCHA

😈: Hehehe, in an au with @yet-another-heathen we put Morgo through a particularly traumatic time when an ifrit with a grudge locked Morgo in a room with Hidhialial while he was going through his heat cycle. Particularly traumatic since Hid and Morgo had become very close with one another, Hid being a strong parental figure to Morgo.

(We even decided to keep that event in a bubble universe separate from our "official" au, since Morgo kind of, just,,,, wouldn’t ever really come back from that.)

🍻: I'd sip a brewski with Chela. She's fun and funny and extroverted. She'd drag me out of my shell kicking and screaming, and force us to have a good time. Maybe we'll do musical theater karaoke.

🫀: My favorite writing piece so far is Quality Assurance. Dread and horror! Violent noncon! Defiant whumpee brutally and efficiently made to drop that defiance like a hot coal!

My favorite (posted, vaguely whump-specific) art so far is this drawing of Sage

🦷: Morgo is our resident biter! Crocodile man! One of the first things he does in that aforementioned au with @yet-another-heathen is chomp and tear right through Ifyaa's fingers

Richard is probably the most likely to get bitten. He's got good biteable bits! And he deserves it.

👑: Jian is my fave at the moment <3 my pretty princess whore boy, psychological problems galore boy <33

I just love getting into his head and seeing how his experiences influence his thoughts and actions. Sometimes i won't even see a connection until a scene is written and finished, but Jian's actions still make perfect sense when the context is applied. He's a paid actor.

[yet-another-heathen]

Unrest - VI

1,183 words. Original Work: The Jackal of An-Nadr.

For new readers, The Jackal is an ongoing whump series set in 1,200 BCE, where pre-Islamic fantasy meets the love of bloody sword fights, worlds that are as vivid and alive as the characters, and the agonizing loss being dragged away from home into a life you never asked for.

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Content Warning | epic worldbuilding, multi-character argument, discussion of murder, generational trauma, decision to enslave a captive, xenophobia (this is a very light one)

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“That isn’t what I would call ‘powerless’, Al-Mantaqi,” the Quartermaster interrupted, “Sick or no, hurt or no, there is no mistaking what the dirtblood’s voice means. I have already broken up two fights in the last hour, and tensions are only getting worse. It cannot stay here.”

Ifyaa shifted uncomfortably, irritation written all over his face, “Just what do you propose we do with it? Dump it back into the desert and leave it to die in the wastes?” His eyes narrowed. “Or would you rather an execution so the crew can watch? That would be sure to settle their nerves."

The tip of Adrsiae’s blade ground softly into the wooden table as the twisted the hilt the other direction, so deep in thought that she didn’t seem to realize the damage she was doing to her prized desk.

Hidhialial held Ifyaa’s gaze, and then sighed. He readjusted the swords at his belt and wiped a hand down his face. 

With a small gesture of soreness, he pulled out another chair and settled stiffly into it. For once, he looked tired enough to show his age. “You know that isn’t what I want.”

A long moment of unbroken silence passed around the table.

The Captain spoke for the first time since they had entered her cabin, “Keeping a Son of Solomon aboard ship paints a target on our back that our entire world will turn its eyes to." She looked up at Hidhialial. “Including some powers that we would rather not have looking.”

"It's too late to keep the news contained. Everyone aboard already knows what we've found." Ifyaa pinched the bridge of his nose. "I wish we'd learned about it before exposing the whole crew. All hope of keeping this quiet just died between our teeth."

"There's nothing to be done for it now," Hidhialial said quietly. "If news gets to the cities, we'll have sentinels breathing down our backs within a fortnight. And if news gets to other ships? Well. The Oryx is fast, but a sparrow can only outrun a hawk for so long."

Adrsiae's voice was hard, "Killing it may be our only real option."

Hid sighed, closing his eyes. "No. I don't think it is. Not unless we want to be drowning in worse nightmares in another few decades."

"What do you mean?"

A look passed behind Hid's eyes that was almost one of pain. He didn't want to speak of this, every one of them could see it on his face. "They're coming faster every century. A millennia ago there were none. Now? There have been three in my lifetime alone, and that's only counting the ones we know about." Quietly, "Kill one, and two more are born. We can't keep on like this. With every death, history grows closer to repeating itself."

For a long while, that suggestion sat heavy over the four of them. That was a silence that was hard to break.

“Then we take it to Bu Mahmata,” Yeezumon said. All eyes, even the Captain’s, turned to him. The marigold-yellow fabric of the human’s turban spun through his hands, idly brushing over the embroidery at the edges. “The nobles would pay half the city to get their hands on it, and from there we can take our leave of the matter.”

“The Holy City is more than five months’ sail from here. If the crew doesn’t turn itself inside out by then, certainly other ships would have their claws in us by the time we see the city walls.”

“Do you really think the crew would so readily betray us?”

For a long moment there was silence. 

Adrsiae closed her eyes. “As much as I see these people as family, fear has a terrible way of leaking through the cracks. We cannot go forward under the assumption that the discovery will stay quiet.”

“Then we’ll offer them a share,” said Yeezumon. 

Ifyaa looked toward his husband, alarmed. But Yeezumon placed a hand over his to quiet his protests, and then continued. 

“One part in sixty to each of the crew members. For a Son? That is the same as almost five year’s pay to each of them, and I think you will find even the more contemptuous a lot more likely to hold their tongue for that much gold.”

The room went quiet, considering their offer. All was still, and eventually Hidhialial looked toward his Captain.

“It could work,” he said softly. “It incentivizes each and every one of them to keep their tongues under lock and key, and may even be enough to quell some of the tension.”

“But what is to be done with the human in the meantime?” Ifyaa asked. “We can’t just lock it in the hold. If we do, it will be broken and insane by the time we make it to the Holy City. Even a Son can’t be sold in that kind of condition.”

“For now it is in no condition to go anywhere but the infirmary and our cabin," said Yeezumon. "It may not be possible to keep it entirely out of sight, but at the very least we can keep it contained."

“Do you think that will be enough to satisfy the crew?” the Captain asked Hidhialial.

He let out a soft grunt, settling back into his chair. And then he conceded, “There is only one way to find out.”

She gave him a small nod. Then she turned to Yeezumon. “You do realize that as soon as this is offered to the crew it would become blood-bound. Are you prepared to uphold that promise?”

Yeezumon looked toward Ifyaa. What seemed like worlds passed between them, before Ifyaa gave his hand a small squeeze. Then he let out a breath and turned back toward his Captain.

“I don't see any other way out of this. And if the crew is going to be risking their lives, they deserve a share. I'm sure.”

She held his gaze for another long moment, then gave a small nod.

“So be it. I will leave the negotiation of rules between the two of you. Bring them to me before you share them with the crew. Ifyaa, it will fall to you to keep it alive between here and Bu Mahatma. Whatever resources you need, take them."

He touched his fingers to his temple. "Yes, Captain."

"Good." Adrsiae sank back in her chair, finally pulling the dagger free of her table. "Now get out of here, the lot of you. I need time to think."

They obeyed. Just before Yeezumon followed the others out, the Captain called after him.

The weight of those words was not lost on him. He let out a slow breath and touched his fingers to his temple. "Yes, Captain."

"Yeezumon." She was watching him from her chair. There was an intensity to those copper-grey eyes that had never before been directed at him. “The crew will hold you to your promise. But remember, I will be holding you to it as well.”

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[yet-another-heathen]

Active Series Masterpost

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The Jackal of An-Nadr - [X]

Set in 1,200 BCE. The Jackal of An-Nadr follows the capture of Nadeem, a date-farmer turned thief who was abandoned in the wastes of the desert when he tried to steal from the wrong ship.

Stranded and alone, he is found and enslaved by a crew of ifrit—towering demons that roam An-Nadr in ships that can sail the sand. Will he become a plaything of the creatures from his nightmares? Or is there something more for him waiting in the hands of his would-be captors?

Content | epic worldbuilding, defiant whumpee, environmental whump, monsterfucking, slavery, desert pirates, pre-historic fiction, LGBTQ+ fiction. Adult themes, with occasional NSFW content [including dub-con and non-con]

Cast | Nadeem, Yeezumon, Ifyaa, Adrsiae, Hidhialial

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Liliholm and Page - [X]

This series follows Wesley Page, a daring vigilante best known by his alias, Deimos. When he steals and exposes a massive library of blackmail owned by one of the city's worst villains, their entire criminal world goes on a manhunt to track him down. Captured and alone, Deimos is subjected to the revenge and torture of not just the man he stole from, but every villain whose crimes he exposed.

Does he have it in him to withstand their torture long enough to escape? And if so, will he still have the strength afterward to heal?

Content | sci-fi, cyberpunk setting, superpower whump, kidnapping, very brutal torture, gore, repeated noncon // PTSD, an old friend (who just happens to be the city's most powerful villain and a renowned psych professor) turned caretaker. LGBTQ+ fiction. Frequent NSFW content, almost exclusively noncon.

Luca and Garcia

An offshoot of Liliholm and Page. A dynamic duo of bastards that you absolutely hate to love.

Content | EXTREME GORE, VIOLENCE, whumper POV, all hurt no comfort, character death, incredibly brutal whump, painful healing, immortal whumper-turned-whumpee, agender protagonist, villains that are so human you want to strangle them yourself. Aro/Ace friendly!

Cast | Wesley Page, Henry Liliholm, Yalom, Luca, Garcia

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Writing Prompts

All my writing prompts are free to use and can be found under the tag #words of a heathen.

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The Hare Trap Chronicles - [X]

This story is not one of mine, but one submitted to me in series by my beloved 🐇 Anon. Follow the story of Ignacy, a hedonistic young aristocrat-turned-vampire, and his many lifetimes of misadventure as he lives out his centuries as the 'black sheep' of his family's estate.

[yet-another-heathen]

✂️ Which of your ocs has the best hair?

🧻 Which of your ocs always changes the toilet paper roll?

🎤 Which of your ocs has the best singing voice?

- @whumpvp 💕💕

✂️ Which of your ocs has the best hair?

Ooh, you're giving me a hard choice. If we're talking amount of effort put into its styling, Yeezumon probably takes the cake. If we're talking best overall, that would be Silnorarn, the Oryx's blacksmith. She's had about seven centuries to perfect her haircare technique, and you can see the evidence of it clear as day.

🧻 Which of your ocs always changes the toilet paper roll?

Trish, Wes, and Gabriel. EVERYONE else is a culprit.

🎤 Which of your ocs has the best singing voice?

Shut up, Wes! It doesn't count if you're cheating. Best singing voice would be Hidhialial, followed by Iabwei and Henry.

[yet-another-heathen]

The Jackal of An-Nadr — Masterpost [OLD VERSION]

This is the retired version of the Jackal Masterpost, which contains the original drafts of Nadeem's chapters and all the beloved notes that have gone along with it. For the the most current version of the story, go HERE.

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Whump | hurt/comfort, defiant whumpee, multiple non-human whumper-caretakers, environmental whump, captivity whump, slavery, various injuries, language barrier, and the perfect image of lifting a pretty boy’s chin with the tip of your sword

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The Jackal of An-Nadr follows the capture of Nadeem, a date-farmer turned thief who was abandoned in the wastes of the desert when he tried to pick the wrong pocket. 

Stranded and alone, he is found and enslaved by a crew of ifrit—towering demons that now roam the An-Nadr in ships that can sail the sand. Will he become a plaything of the creatures from his nightmares? Or is there something more for him waiting in the hands of his would-be captors?

Chapters

I - Rising to the West

II - Under the Cover of Day

III - Under the Cover of Night

IV - Prying at Loose Fangs

V - Fire on the Mountain

VI - Unrest

» » » Beneath the Palms

VII - Steps

VIII - Consequences

IX - Cold, Cold, Cold

» » » [More to come.]

?? - The Pit Viper

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Art —

Nadeem: [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [X] [voice claim]

The Oryx [X]

Ifyaa: [X]

Moodboard: [X]

Command Prompts — [X] [X] [X]

Asks — [height differences] [ifrit body language] [a pet] [the crescent moon] [a mistake]

Fanart — [X]

Lore

The Song of the Prince and the Slave

Shallows

Content

This series plays with some very sensitive topics in the context of whump, all of which is told through a setting where slavery is an accepted practice that is not challenged throughout the story. Each chapter will be tagged above the cut with an individual content warning, but the following warnings apply to the entire series.

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Series Content Warning | Slavery, POV Stockholm's Syndrome, xenophobia, captor-bonding, adult themes, and NSFW 18+ content, including both dub-con and non-con scenes

All chapters that contain explicit NSFW 18+ content will be thoroughly tagged and marked. Minors, while you are free to interact with the remainder of the series to the extent of your comfort, please do not interact with any chapter labeled ‘Explicit NSFW’.

[yet-another-heathen]

Hidhialial? And Brody? :D

Hidhialial

A boulder-sized slab of slate, found somewhere in the foothills. The stillness of an empty room after the last person in the house goes to bed. The taste of metal silverware. Rolling over in your sleep. The sound of a rockslide, far enough away that you don't have to be afraid. The smell of cold sand. A single lantern, visible miles away across flats of salt, flickering but steady in the night.

Khef Suresi | Muhammad al Kurdi

Brody

Sunlight at the edge of a treeline, brighter right at the edges of the leaves' shadows, and always slightly shifting. The squeaking tire of a child's trike, the feeling of throwing a frisbee. The sad, sweet eyes of a begging golden retriever. Stacks of red solo cups forgotten across tables and cabinets in the silence of a morning after a party. The tile of a bathroom floor. The smell of fake strawberries and old beer.

Yellow Lines | Brendon James