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calico • 26 • she/her • whump prompts, comics, and art
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Could you please do cerus getting his hand squeezed and hurt by nisha?

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Even rendered unable to cast by his broken fingers and the runes engraved on the chair, Cerus's psyche seemed intact. The elder priest was visibly struggling to breach his mind, the light emanating from her eyes flickering with the effort.

Nisha elected to help her.

Nothing dramatic. They simply took hold of Cerus's hand and began to squeeze. Bones shifted and clicked in their grip, and Cerus screamed. They kept going. Tighter and tighter, until Nisha's own hand hurt from the pressure, and the noises pouring from Cerus's throat no longer sounded human.

(from Unbelief)

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Adoptable Comic!

A few years back I started a script for a whumpy superhero comic and forgot about it. While I still love the script and characters, I don't think it's something I'll ever be able to get around to finishing/drawing.

so, I'm taking a different approach, and essentially making what I wrote public domain. Anyone is welcome to complete the script and turn it into a comic of their own, use the characters or scenes as inspiration or framework for a story, or just take bits and pieces to draw or add to!

Summary: This unfinished script follows Jet, a young vigilante trying to save her partner, Ben, from a villain he has a dark history with.

Google docs link to the script and original sketches of the main characters will be under the cut!

As I said, anyone can use this for their creative projects. If you do, please tag me! I'd love to see what comes out of this :D

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I did a lot of fantasy-setting group roleplays back in high school, and somehow, every time, I would end up creating an angsty hot guy who would slowly become the only character I played.

I mostly did this out of a noticed deficit of angsty hot guys within the character pools. I'd create someone so tragic, so morally grey, and just let him walk around and be sad and angry and brooding.

Usually he'd start off as a villain, possibly being controlled either physically or through blackmail by a bigger, eviler villain (who I'd also RP as).

Nine times out of ten, he'd be tortured at some point, by well-meaning heroes trying to stop the villains' rise, or by his former boss after he finally tried to switch sides. (This of course, led to whatever love interest he'd picked up from among the other players to have an emotional rescue moment.)

And yeah, looking at where I am now, the past and present explain each other.

One of these angsty hot guys was named Greg.

I named him Greg because I initially intended for him to be an Actual Villain and at 15 I didn't like the name Greg.

Greg was a supervillain in a "vigilante superheroes" style roleplay. He worked for a mysterious man named Boss (yeah I know, super creative) and spent a big chunk of his time chasing the main characters around with his partner, Queen. Greg had super strength and endurance, and Queen had fire powers.

At one point, Greg gets a little too bantery with Bailey, one of the heroes, and starts to catch feelings. He denies these to the best of his abilities, and just keeps following orders, trying to hide the way he holds back around her. One day, Bailey is caught in the crossfire of a pretty major fight, and ends up unconscious and nearly killed by a collapsing building. Greg goes after her, managing to pull her out and taking her to the hospital, then vanishing before she even wakes up, telling himself he'll just check on her later.

But! Queen followed him, and thinks he's been a traitor all along. As he's leaving the hospital, she drugs him and drags him off to an abandoned building, then tortures him for days, trying to get him to own up to being a double agent, which he isn't. To Greg's credit, he also now knows Bailey's secret identity, and doesn't let that slip when Queen presses for it.

All this time, Bailey is completely unaware that Greg is the one who saved her. She gets a vague description from a nurse, and she's confused because it sounds like him, but there's no way, right?

She's discharged after a few days, and on her way to meet with her vigilante team, she hears a scream, and being a vigilante, goes to investigate. She sees Queen torturing Greg, and immediately hides because she's not in any shape to fight, but as soon as Queen leaves, she breaks him out. Not willing to leave him on the street for Queen to potentially just recapture him, she reluctantly brings him back to the vigilante's base.

^^this is everything I strive for in my fics. Everything.

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Imagine a spoiled royal, heir to the throne, part of a powerful bloodline that gives them "divine right to rule". They're raised to be cruel, and told their heritage puts them above everyone else.

And then one day, it's revealed before the entire court that it's all a lie. The royal was switched at birth with the child of a servant. The real heir has been serving in the palace all this time, unaware of their birthright. Maybe they're even someone the faux-royal had been particularly cruel to all their lives.

The ruling family is quick to push out the false heir---blood is more important to them than any illusion of family---and welcome the servant with open arms.

Maybe the false heir is banished from the kingdom they were raised to rule. Maybe they're imprisoned so the truth can never come out. Maybe they're made a servant, now at the beck and call of someone they'd thought beneath them.

Does the true heir take pity on them, or do they seek vengeance from years of abuse? Does the royal family have any regrets, or have they always been cold, only concerned with holding power? What do the servants and commoners do, now that the arrogant "heir" has lost all power and protection?

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Anonymous asked:

i dare you to write a drabble or something based off of that dream

Dare accepted. (the aforementioned dream)

cw: beating, broken bones, mean friends (lol)

"Why can't I go with you?" Even as the question passed his lips, Romulus knew how stupid it was to ask.

He wasn't the newest member of the Order of Ruin, and he sure as hell wasn't the weakest. He'd even wager he was the Order's best mage; at the very least their best evocationalist. But none of that changed the fact that he was the grandson of a lord. Even disinherited, his education had been the best money could buy, and his surname granted him a facade of respect in most cities, at least until people figured out who he was working with these days.

"Six people's already pushing it. Seven would be damn near impossible," the leader of their little group, Meryn, said in reply, not even glancing back at him. She was sat on a fallen log, shaping a wrist-thick oak branch with a dagger. "Besides, I have a job for you."

"Oh?" Rom cocked his head, feigning interest, though he was already wary. Only the gods could've counted the number of pointless details he'd been sent on, seemingly for no other reason but to temporarily get rid of him. "What kind of job?"

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I very much want to take a Company Golden Boy who's ultra-powerful, nigh-invincible, has never lost a fight, popular, and generally has everything going for him and just brutalize him

he loses his first fight and is captured and broken. If he has any powers, they're gone. Anything he's good at is corrupted forever.

And then! Put him back with his original team! Now that he's "damaged" and a "failure" and "useless"

What does he do?

What does his team do?

I need to see it

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Penumbra: Undue

cw: whipping, blood n stuff, implied death wish

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Everything seemed so far away. The sharp briny smell of the sea, the shouts above him, the cold air that wrapped around his bare flesh, squeezing out the heat of his core. The distance was almost a comfort; a barrier between him and the pain of awareness.

Cerus knew what was waiting for him when the men came to drag him and his unlikely defender away.

Tansy, their name was Tansy. 

He didn't doubt the old man's words for an instant, by now accepting any punishment as an inevitability, and thought surely this would be the end. This would be his final torture, his final misery made worse by the soldier who'd suffer it beside him.

And aside from that small detail, aside from the guilt that would now weigh upon him along with everything else, Cerus had made peace with the finality.

He let himself be taken away, his consciousness hovering between sleeping and waking in a peaceful gray blur. It was only waiting now, wondering how many lashes he'd be dealt before the darkness pulled him under. This was a small village; the people didn't have the means or magic to save him, not this time. 

In the square, surrounded by the villagers, calloused hands kept him on his knees, thick fingers digging into bony shoulders. Cerus kept his head down even as the sound around him shifted, murmurs quieting as the ringleader of these people began to speak words Cerus didn't bother to comprehend. He already knew how it ended.

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Okay, have some written Uriah whump at last, co-written by @turn-the-tables-on-them and featuring her whumper, Janice

cw: uhh whip. blood. associated misery

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"I have something fun planned for today," Janice sang as she entered the warehouse. "Well, not fun for you."

Uriah leaned heavily on the chains that held him up, trying not to let anticipative fear weigh too heavy on him at her words. It wouldn't save him. All he could do was... Was try not to make things worse.

"You're a pretty hated man, Fox," Janice continued. He could see in his peripheral that she was holding something, and he was sure he didn't want to know what that something was.

"No one is coming to save you." 

Looking up at her was a mistake; his eyes immediately went to the whip in her hand, giving him an idea of what was to come. Obviously he didn't know what it felt like to be whipped, but he knew it wouldn't be a vacation.

It has to be better than anything else so far, he told himself stubbornly, ducking his head and trying to breathe deeply as she moved into position behind him.

She gave a warmup crack, and Uriah tensed at the sound, his muscles clenching as a second crack cut the air, this one meeting his back with a force that stole his breath. The leather slashed across his back, right over his kidneys.

Again, and again, and again.

The impact left him unable to even scream for a moment, a line of fire crashing over his lower back. Another barrage followed the first, and a scream was ripped from him as the shock gave way to pain, the sound growing longer until he was completely breathless.

"Oh poor Fox."

The blows stopped, and Uriah slumped forward, panting. Was she done? She had to be done, right? This was so much worse than he'd pictured and---

"It only gets worse from here."

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Vigilante is delighted to find their rival, a small-time villain, trapped somewhere: a pit, a well, an animal trap, whatever.

They should alert the authorities, but they don't, electing instead to taunt their prideful nemesis.

Of course, they bring blankets and food, and provide conversation. Every day, they find the rivalry, the animosity, a little shakier as the two begin to approach something almost like friendship.

One day, Vigilante finally decides to release Villain. Maybe let them crash at their place for a bit. But when they arrive, their former enemy is nowhere to be found.

And when they get home, the headline hits like a bullet:

Villain caught, in custody of Heroes.

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Prompt 47

Ever since Villain's capture, he's been passed around between different hero teams. Some wanted to interrogate him, others take revenge, and a few just treated him like a servant.

Now, Villain finds himself with a new group of heroes, but they don't seem interested in him at all. He just sits in his assigned room, waiting for a hero to come in and either punish him for his crimes or find some use for him.

But as days go by without anything bad happening, Villain decides to take matters into his own hands. He steps out of his room and starts doing chores like cleaning, cooking, and whatever else he can to keep the heroes happy. Maybe if he proves useful, they'll take pity on him and let him stay a bit longer before passing him to the next team.

The heroes are surprised and concerned by Villain's behavior. He's constantly trying to please them and working hard for no apparent reason. Upon investigating, the team discovers the scars that cover Villain's body, revealing the abuses been going through.

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