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whump-cravings · 2 years

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ooh hello!! i love the little snippet you wrote to go along with the mermaid art you rb'd and i was wondering if you have any ideas for scenarios involving serpent-whumpees (i've seen this type of being go by different names, i think lamia is most common but not sure). and/or centaur-whumpees too. basically i like the idea of a supernatural creature whumpee with animal features but like one that naturally dwells on land like in the woods rather than needing a water habitat. ty have a nice day!!!

owo I love supernatural whump of any sort.

Centaurs, if they're anything like horses, are probably going to be more suited to grasslands where there's space to run and little rocky/rough ground.

Legs/feet are pretty prone to laming. A centaur going over uneven or rocky terrain could easily suffer from a misplaced hoof. (...especially if they’re blindfolded...) One generally has to put a horse down when they break a leg because horses are unlikely to sit still long enough for the break to heal, but a centaur wouldn’t have a problem with that (they just wouldn’t be able to go anywhere). (this is rife with opportunities for environmental whump hehe)

Speaking of hooves... Having their hooves shod, trimmed, or cleaned without permission would be pretty frustrating/humiliating (though not likely painful--only a very unskilled farrier might drive a nail into the wrong place instead of the keratin hoof, and idk about you but I do not want a horse holding a grudge against me, much less a centaur). Horses tend to enjoy having their hooves cleaned, so maybe centaurs do too?

The most efficient weapon a centaur can carry is a humanoid on their back. Being enslaved for combat purposes would be terrifying. Being ridden without permission would probably be aggravating at best. (Although I don’t know why you’d strap yourself to a 1-ton killing machine... instead of an additional kidnapee :3 )

Obviously: Branded like cattle/horses, other animalizing things related to horses like being used as beasts of burden, general dehumanization.

(Imagine being captured, branded, groomed from head to tail and hoof, shod, then forced out onto a battlefield :3)

They’d be very useful out in an orchard or something where they can harvest low-hanging fruit as well as carry lots of weight.

Maybe less obvious: centaurs in real-world mythology are rapists because they’re said to have the head of a man and instincts of a horse. This could be a regular perception of centaurs.

Stepping in a trap meant for animals

Having their flank mistaken for a deer?? (hunters can be stupid) and being shot

Being left behind somewhere because they’re unable to climb like humans/other species. Or being stuck in a pit until a friend can bring materials to lift them out.

Lamia / Nagas / snek people, if they're like snakes, are gonna be cold blooded. They'll most likely live in a warm environment with plenty of humidity and places to soak up the sun.

Snakes brumate, which is a reptilian equivalent of hibernation. They become very inactive (in an attempt to keep their body temperature from dropping too low) and lethargic. Before entering brumation, they’ll sense the temperature dropping and eat extra food to bulk up their body fat, then find a cozy nook to hide out until it gets warmer.

While brumating, trying to move is probably very difficult. Their body is slow and their mind is too. If they’re going hungry, they have to find somewhere warm or else any food they catch and eat won’t digest.

If they do eat something during this time, it will make them sick if they don’t purge it, as the food will sit in their belly and rot.

Some snakes live in warm enough climates that they never need to brumate. It’d be scary to experience it without having a clue what’s going on or why.

Some snakes don’t brumate, which makes the cold even more dangerous. If a snake is already unhealthy or sick, sustained cold temperatures will worsen their condition.

Snakes tend to be asocial, but may come together for brumating. For intelligent species that follows that trend, it could be annoying if you’re now dealing with someone you don’t like because y’all are trying to keep warm. (Of course, snake people with hands will be able to build fires and curl up beside/around those for warmth.)

Being hunted for their scales / being hunted because they’re a “monster.”

Breaking one or more of their inner ribs (which snakes use to propel themselves) would hurt like hell

hope these help!!

#non human whump #whump prompts #whump inspo #centaur whump #lamia whump #naga whump #supernatural whumpee #hopefully the original anon sees this #since it took so long for me to answer #😭😭😭

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re-whump · 3 months

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Glass Eden - Entertainment

your pet lady-snake can have a little borrower, as a treat contains: giant/tiny (size difference), non-human whumpee (borrower and lamia/naga, both tiny), captivity, pet trope, dehumanization, forced to fight, communication barrier note: this is the same the piece posted on my other blog as "Snake Tank", but I'm moving the story over to this blog so I don't have to worry about """crossing a line"""" or whatever taglist @whumpsday

Poe

I threw myself against the glass one last, futile time as I heard the door on the far side of the study creak open. My fingers nearly brushed the lip of the prison I’d been placed in, nearly caught onto that ledge that might let me pry open the lid and make an escape. I was still in the air when I felt his eyes land on me. My fur stiffened as his heavy footsteps approached. His towering form blocked out what sunlight had filtered through the closed window as he sat at his desk.

“You quit that, now. You know you aren’t getting out. Unless you’d like to try speaking with me again?”

I turned to face him rather than wait for him to spin the jar I was sitting in. I slunk to the floor, drawing up my knees as if they could shield me from his . He looked annoyed this time, rather than intrigued. I shook my head and stared at my hands. It wasn’t as if I would want him to dump me into his cold hands even if he wasn’t upset. I was bruised enough.

“I don’t have anything else to say. Sir,” I said.

He rolled his eyes.

“There's no one else!" I insisted. “It’s just me, the others ran away months ago, I’m the only one left.”

It wasn’t the truth, though by now it was close. The Copper family had moved out after Mellie reported that the master of the house was now collecting dangerous, exotic pets in his showroom. It was just the most stubborn of us left, or the most foolish.

“What to do with you, then?” the master of the house hummed.

He tapped a finger on the glass thoughtfully, right behind my head, in case I needed the reminder that my skull was no larger than the tip of his finger. I grimaced and looked back up at his face, where his wide lips twisted into a grotesque smirk. I closed my eyes as they curled back and revealed his teeth. My stomach twisted as he kept talking.

“My …friends tell me your kind is more trouble than you’re worth, more often than not. But perhaps I could get some entertainment out of you?”

“Let me go, please. I’ll leave. I won’t bother you again,” I begged.

“Oh, but I do believe you owe me, little thief. How long have you been squatting here, hm?”

I slumped and curled in on myself. I had thought maybe, just maybe, if this guy cared for a zoo of strange animals, he might have a thread of compassion hiding in his oversized heartstrings. I’d—god, I had bet my life on it, hadn’t I? And now I was going to pay up.

Entertainment.

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Hecate

A hand lifted away the log that I’d been curled up under.

I flinched awkwardly at the sudden light, then rolled to face the front of my enclosure. The man liked it when I “looked” at him. I couldn’t tell if he knew I was blind or not. All my eyes told me was that there was a large, blurry shadow standing over the tank. It could’ve been a tree, for all my eyes could understand.

I knew it was him though. I could sense his blazing warmth through other means. More importantly, I could smell him.

Then, the hands. The nice hands. The man. Hugh Morton.

I smelled something else, too, something new. Another person, maybe? I listened intently for another heartbeat, another guest. I didn’t want to be shown off right now. I wanted to go back to sleep.

His hand reached back down to ruffle my hair, then run a rough finger across my scales. He rumbled something about feeding and I slumped back down to crawl back to bed. I wasn't hungry enough to want to fight and for all the good these hands did, they never killed my meals for me like the last ones did.

"Don't be so fussy, Hecate, I’m giving you a treat,” he chided. The ground shook as he flicked a finger against the glass wall. “You must get bored lying around in there all night.”

I huffed and and backed into a better position, against the side of one of my ceramic caves. I was still nursing a bite on my flank from my last meal.

I licked the air and frowned as Hugh slid open one half of the wall. This prey was not a creature I knew. Hugh’s hands dangled a warm shadow by a long tail, then flicked it into the soil and the prey squeaked as it landed. It didn’t smell like a rat or any other rodent I’d encountered before.

It did smell afraid.

It already understood it was being hunted. I didn’t like that. Scared meals fought back. I had scars to prove it.

Hugh scoffed in annoyance as the creature scrambled towards the opening in the glass. He knocked it back into the enclosure several times while I waited for a chance to strike.

“Don't make me break your legs," Hugh sighed.

The creature stopped moving. Strange. Its little heart was hot and hammering. Was it trained? Why would anyone take the time to train food? Maybe it was simply afraid of Hugh’s voice.

I took advantage of its stillness and lunged. It turned to run in the split-second before we collided. It slammed into one of my open arms. I fumbled as it flailed, then got myself curled around it anyway.

It felt strange against my scales. Not furry. Not naked. Synthetic. Was it wrapped? Humans wrapped their food, but not mine. They used those crinkling papers. This was wrapped in something soft.

Was it clothed?

I hesitated in my confusion and the prey bit back. Something long and sharp stabbed in between two ventral scales. I flinched, hissing, and the prey slipped away. It left the sharp thing behind, but it didn’t bleed. I put a hand on the sharp thing and realized it wasn’t a tooth. It had some kind of handle. Plastic. The point was metal. Some kind of tiny knife? I swayed uncertainly and let the little creature run.

What was he feeding me?

Poe

It had never occurred to me that there might be peoples other than humans and my own kind living in this world. I wished I had the time to find out more about her.

The caged creature I had been placed with was, as most things were, comparatively massive. Its front was that of a vaguely humanoid woman, small, but still more than twice the size of my own top half. Her eyes were vacant and unfocussed. She was pale, fat, and lined with scars that told me she had much more experience than myself in fighting.

The bulk of her body was what truly scared me. She was a python that trailed lazily across the near half of the terrarium. She was coiled, so I could only guess at her true length, but her girth was easy to make out. I regularly crawled through tunnels narrower than this snake, making it all too easy to understand what would happen to me. That the master of the house had returned my thumbtack seemed like a joke. I had no prayer here. This would be a cruel combination of all the worst deaths I'd been taught to fear—caught, crushed, and consumed.

As entertainment!

I wanted to refuse him the satisfaction. I let myself lie down and cry as the master of the house threw me back into the dirt with an unambiguous threat. I might as well. No one else would know to mourn me for weeks, even months.

It would turn out that my inborn will to survive was stronger than my desire to spite the host I'd lived under for so many years. I rolled out of the way, only a split second two late, as the snake woman pounced. She caught me in the crook of her elbow then shoved me into a wall of scaled muscle. The python whipped around me before I could take a breath. I barely had the space to think, never mind resist. It was sheer luck that wedged my thumbtack between two plates of her underbelly.

And it was enough. She spasmed and let go of me.

I fell forward into the dirt, coughing to refill my aching lungs. I don’t think she had left any part of me unbruised, though didn’t waste time taking inventory of my injuries.

“Hey, don’t let it get away now, girl, get up!"

I scowled up at the master of the house as I pushed onto my feet. There was nowhere for me to get away to, not while he was leering over the open door.

I didn't understand him.

I didn't understand how a thinking creature such as himself, with all his power and all his resources, would resort to blood sport for entertainment. The study I'd spent my life beneath had a beautiful library. Page after page told of the world's endless mysteries, of beauty and majesty and life for him to go out and pursue. And he would choose to spend his time watching some monster eat me alive.

I saw the snake-woman moving out of the corner of my eye. My stomach twisted at the utter silence of her movement over the dirt even before she started sliding towards me, and then it was like a switch went off in my head. Gone was higher thought, blown away by the sheer force of the ancient instinct to run.

The terrarium was full and well-decorated, with plenty of greenery both faux and alive as well as several dark spaces to hide. I doubted any would shelter me, this place had been built for her.

I had nowhere to go and I ran and I ran and I hit the glass and I ran and there was a branch so I climbed it and I reached the ceiling and there was more glass and I turned around and there she was crawling after me and I jumped and her hand brushed my leg and I kicked and she fell around me like an avalanche and it was over.

Her long body surrounded me and as soon as I moved, she struck. Walls of scales encased me again and this time, no tack would save me. Everything went dark.

Several seconds passed. She loosed her grip. I heard the master’s muffled voice droning through her flank. I took a breath and shuddered. Long minutes of silence passed and the knot she’d wrapped me in fell away.

I admit I didn’t know much about snakes, but she didn’t seem to be very good at this.

I sprung to my feet, desperate to get at least a few inches between us again, but her hand wrapped around my face. She grabbed the back of my shirt’s neckline with her other hand and I thrashed as she pulled me off the ground.

Slowly, her palm pulled away from my face. She rubbed two fingers over my eyes, traced the curve of my nose, and drew a thumb across my lips. I bit down as hard as I could. She barely flinched, just wiped a little blood off on the side of my face.

“Beb?” she croaked.

Her blank eyes narrowed in concentration as her tongue flicked out of her mouth and brushed against my nose. Tasting me. Her lips twitched. I felt cold.

“No, please! Please, please, please, kill me first, please,” I cried.

She tilted her head to the side. Her tongue flickered twice more and both times I flinched. She babbled something in a tortured voice.

“Please,” I begged. “If you can even understand me, please, just kill me before you eat me. I don’t want to suffer.”

She frowned and hissed several times. My blood trembled through my veins. She slowly shaped her tongue around some word I did not know. She patted my head and sighed, then set me gently on the dirt beside her and slithered away.

Hecate

The prey had the face of a person.

The little thing was clever enough to talk, but not smart enough to understand me. They were small like a hatchling. They ran on legs like a bird.

They screamed and cried so once Hugh gave up on watching me eat, I let the little one have some space, whatever they were.

I hoped they would come back to me. They were very warm. Like the sun, but in a person. Like food. Like Hugh.

Like this lovely little cave in the back of the tank. I curled up and burrowed into myself for a cozy rest.

I hoped they wouldn’t try to kill me while I slept.

#are borrowers even prominent enough that a non gt audience knows what that means? I don't remember.#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #my writing #p: glass eden #oc: poe #g/t #g/t whump #tiny whump #oc: hecate #lamia #tiny whumpee #tiny #naga #this is probably a terrible time of day to post idc

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itty-bitty-mess · 9 months

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TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Pip was a little pygmy lamia and, like almost every individual of his breed, he was quite the ungrateful brat. He had been adopted from the bitty adoption center and then returned by his previous owner who had spoiled him rotten, making him believe he was the most important thing in the world and that everything had to revolve around him. His brattiness had gotten so bad, that his previous owner returned him without a second thought despite the little pygmy’s empty “apologies”, a futile attempt to not lose the luxurious and comfortable lifestyle he had been so accustomed to.

One day, a young woman entered the establishment in looks for a small companion who could add some sort of excitement into her life. Pip’s eyes landed on that woman and he immediately got to work to be as “cute” and “charming” as possible, playing up the “widdle baby” act as much as he could. Trying to charm his way into a new home and back into his beloved comfortable lifestyle. The woman wasn’t entirely convinced on Pip at first, but after a “cute” tantrum full of crying blue tears and puppy dog eyes, she ended up adopting him with a simple shrug.

Pip was over the moon once he arrived to his new home, slithering everywhere, exploring every corner of the small apartment, calling dibs on the places he would soon mark as his property. The woman or, as he began calling her, “Mommy” didnt really seem that bothered by Pip’s behavior. When night arrived, she prepared him a small makeshift bed with an empty shoebox and some tissue paper and socks. Pip straight up refused to sleep in the box, demanding Mommy to let him sleep on her bed instead.

“Eh, im not doing that but if you don’t want the bed then suit yourself” Mommy said with a shrug as she picked up the makeshift bed and put it on the closet. “But I gotta tell you the floor gets really cold at night and I tend to lock my door.” Pip was a little taken aback by her reaction. He had expected her to beg him to sleep on the box, or to comply and let him sleep on her bed. He tried throwing another tantrum, this time trying to be clear about what he wanted.

“WAAAAHH!! BUT MOMMY I DONT WANT A STINKY BOX, I WANNA SLEEP WITH YOU!!!! IM SCARED OF THE DARK!!!!” Pip cried, his fake little tears and screams falling on uncaring, deaf ears.

The woman just shrugged and responded with a “sucks to be you, buddy” and went to her room. Pip followed her and tried slithering as fast as he could to slip into the bedroom before she locked the door but all he managed to do was hit his face straight into the hard metal door. She had entered and immediately locked the door shut, and Pip was way too big to slip through the gap between the door and the floor.

But he wasn’t gonna give up so easily! He started banging on the door nonstop, his tiny gloved hands barely managing to make any noise against the metal door. He tried screaming, directly demanding Mommy to let him in immediately. But what Pip didn’t know was that she was wearing sound proof headphones, allowing her to have a good night’s sleep. He ended up sleeping on the cold, hard floor, trembling and shaking with tears of rage in his eyes. This wasn’t over yet, he was gonna make Mommy’s life a living nightmare and she would have no option but to treat him like the king he was.

From that day onwards, Pip tried almost every trick on the book to make Mommy do what he wanted. He started pissing and pooping on her clothes to “teach her a lesson”, but she simply shrugged and said “Cool, I was gonna throw those old rags away anyways”. Whenever she fed him “cheap and disgusting” Bitty Kibble, he would throw the little food bowl back at her but his aim was so pathetic that he barely managed to flip the bowl. He tried stealing her food which only caused him severe food poisoning because the idiot stole and ate a moldy piece of bread that was many years past its expiration date.

He demanded Mommy to buy him a control remote car and other expensive toys but she just threw a crumpled paper ball on his direction as said “There, play with that instead lol”. He threw constant tantrums but she completely ignored him or just didn’t seem to care enough. Even when he had planned on scratching or biting her, his pathetic and useless little fangs and his weak little “claws” did absolutely no damage

He even tried stealing Mommy’s phone and trying to break up with her boyfriend through text. However, the boyfriend could tell that wasn’t how his girlfriend texted, he could tell that it was Pip by the terrible grammar and childish word usage so he sent Pip graphic images of bitty gore which deeply traumatised him. He told Mommy about this, hoping that maybe she would craddle him on her arms to comfort him but all she did was laugh at him. Pip felt humiliated, he couldnt believe she didn’t even comfort him or tried to pamper him after such a horrible thing!

Tears welled up in his little eyes and he went to the corner to fake cry again, looking behind his back every few minutes hoping to see Mommy looking back at him with a guilty expression, but all he saw was she had left for work again. This wasn’t fair! How could Mommy not care about him! He was Pip, the great and magnificet pygmy! The most specialest lamia of all, who deserved all the love and attention in the world!

Pip suddenly got an idea, he was gonna go to Mommy’s workplace and demand her, in front of everyone, to give him what he wanted, like fancy human food, expensive toys, a shiny new bandana and to let him sleep on her bed! Mommy could sleep on the floor if she wanted! Perhaps he could even make up some lies about him being “abused” and “neglected” to ruin her reputation with her colleagues. Yes! That was a great idea! Mommy would surely listen to him if he isolated her from everyone! Pip was sooooo smart!

Pip spent the entire night planning how he would take his plan into action. The next day, when Mommy left for work once again, he swiftly slipped through the closing gap of the door, trying to no be seen by her. Then, he silently slipped into her car and hid there, standing as still and silent as possible while she drove. Then she finally arrived to her workplace and entered the huge, shiny office building. Oh, this was Pip’s chance! This was gonna be so good!

He got off the car and slithered around, following silently behind Mommy, he was waiting for the perfect oportunity to strike and humiliate her. However, as they entered the building, Pip was immediately greeted with a massive crowd of people walking in all directions like busy bees in a hive. It was overwhelming and loud for the little lamia and, in a moment of disorientation, he lost sight of Mommy!

He panicked and looked in all directions, slithering through the squeaky clean, polished floor and trying his best to dodge the passerby. He tried screaming and calling out to Mommy, surely she would hear him and go to his rescue! Mommy would never abandon such an important lamia like Pip! Surely Mommy would show up and sweep the little lamia in her arms and take him to a warm and cozy bed full of toys and yummy food like he deserved!

However, his squeaky little yells were drowned out by the constant noise of the office building. People calling out each other’s names, machines working and beeping nonstop, loud clicking of keyboards, etc. All louder than Pip’s weak little voice. Pip tried moving through the crowd, and soon he spotted a stranger who had stopped walking to watch their phone. He got an idea and tried making a “cute” teary eyed expression as he approached the stranger, knowing that his cuteness would be enough to capture the stranger’s attention and get them to help him.

“UM.. EXCUSE ME, IM WOST AND TOO WIDDLE TO MOVE THROUGH THIS CWOWD. CAN YOU HELP ME FIND MY MOMMY PWEASE?” Pip said, pouting and about to start fake crying again. But the stranger didnt seem to hear him. Instead, they started to walk back to their office.

“WH- UM, EXCUSE ME?? HELLO??? DID YOU EVEN HEAR ME???? IM A WIDDLE LAMIA AND I NEED HELP!!! ARE YOU DEAF?? HEWWO!!!” Pip yelled, the baby act completely dropped as he was ignored. He was extremely angry so he raised his voice, damaging his throat a little but continuing regardless. “I AM PIP, THE GREATEST AND MOST IMPORTANT PYGMY IN THE WORLD!! HOW CAN YOU NOT HEAR-“

And then another person immediately walked by and “unintentionally” kicked Pip on the rib, breaking it and sending him flying all the way across the lobby, making him hit his head against the marble floor. Pip laid there against the wall, in too much pain and complete shock, trying to process what had happened. Never in his life had Pip gotten harmed before, his previous owner was always so careful and caring, making sure he was always safe and protected. He had never known pain until that moment.

Little blue tears fell from Pip’s eyes, the difference this time was that they were genuine and not fake. He wanted to go back to his first home, where his owner gave him a whole human king-sized bed just for him. Where Pip could cheerfully slither across the long table full of all kinds of delicious food and pick what he wanted whenever he wanted. Where Pip had an entire miniature theme park just for him to play in. He regretted being so ungrateful, he regretted pissing and pooping everywhere to get his previous owner’s attention, he regretted rippin apart his previous owner’s nice chairs and couches whenever he threw a tantrum, he regretted interrupting others and yelling and manipulating his previous owner to get his way, he regretted insulting his previous owner multiple times and calling them horrible things.

Pip started crying, sobbing even. He regretted everything he did and how much of an unbearable brat he had been. He wanted his comfortable life back. He wanted to feel pampered and like the center of everything again. He tried screaming, calling out to Mommy again, he desperately needed her to hold him or at least pat his back or something. But nothing happened. So despite the pain of his now cracked skull and broken rib, Pip pushed himself up and tried slithering around again. Calling out to Mommy and crying non stop, not caring about the ammount of snot that now dripped from his nose cavity.

As he slithered around, Pip didn’t watch where he was going and another person walked by and harmed him. This time, they stepped on his tail, causing the internal tail bone to shatter and the ecto-flesh to rip open, beginning to bleed. Pip let out a loud, ear piercing scream, hugging his tail in pain as he curled up into a fetal position. Then another person walked by and kicked Pip once again, the force of the kick itself caused another couple of ribs to break. Pip could not stop screaming, the pain was too unbearable for him.

Even with his damaged tail, Pip tried dragging his body across the floor, trying to escape the crowd. But another pair of seemingly giant feet crushed his little arms. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”. He screeched, but the person responsible for it kept walking as if nothing had happened. He tried using his body and his tail to push himself forward but another couple of people walked by, kicking him around between them as if he was a pingpong ball. Every time he tried getting out of the crowd, people would suddenly walk by and either step on him or kick him back to the center of it all. Tears fell from his eyes as he recieved another kick, then another, and so on.

He cried, he screamed, he yelled as loud as he could. Maybe if he was loud enough, people would realize he was there and maybe even help him. But no, nobody cared and they continued on with their day. Now, compared to the treatment he was used to, Pip felt insignificant. He was no longer “The Great and Amazing Pip, The Specialest Pygmy Of The Entire World!”, he was just a worthless little thing, lost in an office building, getting kicked around as if he was nothing but trash.

Finally, Pip caught a glimpse of Mommy in the distance, she was talking with another woman as she held a cup of coffee and a clipboard. Tears of joy formed on Pip’s eyes. Maybe this nightmare would finally be over! Maybe if he screamed loud enough, Mommy would recognize his voice and immediately go to his rescue!

With anticipation and hope in his eyes, Pip took a huge chunk of air and prepared to let out the yell of his life. But life had other plans as a woman walked in. She was wearing tall heels, clicking and clacking against the floor. Without a care in the world, she walked by and interrupted Pip mid-yell as she stepped on his spine. Pip felt the sharpest and strongest pain of his life coursing through his entire body. He wanted to screech in pain but he couldn’t, he couldn’t talk, he couldn’t scream, he couldn’t move the lower half of his body…

Tears fell from his eyes, panic surged through his body as he saw Mommy about to ride the elevator. He used his broken arms and tried dragging himself in her direction with all the strength he had left despite the immense, agonizing pain he felt.

“MoMmy- Mo- ahk! moMmy! hElp mE! It hUrtS.. HURTS! HELP! MO-“ but Pip couldn’t even finish his sentence as a floor scrubber passed by. Polishing and sweeping the floor and picking up Pip along the way. The little pygmy was trapped alongside the dust and trash. Pip could feel everything despite being unable to move. He felt his tiny little body being ripped apart and crushed piece by piece. His arms were first, then his tail, then finally his torso and head detached and nothing but dusty, bloody remains mixed with garbage and dirt were left.

When Mommy returned home that afternoon, she didn’t seem surprised that Pip was nowhere to be found. Instead of panicking or worrying, Mommy just shrugged and started to put away the groceries. Maybe Pip had slipped out and died as he fell from the window, or a stray cat got inside and ripped him apart. Whatever had happened to Pip, Mommy didn’t really care, she had better things to do and she had already been considering returning Pip back to the adoption center anyways.

And so, with another bitty gone, life on the big city continued, for nobody would care about an insignificant and worthless little bitty.

The End.

#bitty abuse #bitty bullying #bitty torture #bitty whump #bittybones #baby blue #blueberry #pygmy lamia #lamiatale #blueberry sans #pygmy #OOF THIS ONES LONG

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ladyinsertnamehere · 2 years

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Charmed

An attempt to do at least ONE day of @whumptober

I’m a sucker for nonhuman/fantasy whump, so here’s a...snake-person...piece...(side note: IDK if I should call this character a lamia or a naga - lamia works more for the character, but naga fits well with the setting. I don’t use either term for the character. I may tag both.)

FAIR WARNING: this writing contains dehumanization, dehumanizing use of ‘it’, snake-related behaviors and references, as far as many things, probably, that I can probably tag if you ask.

Without further ado, the story.

"Hold it shut! Hold it shut!"

It took three men to hold down the woven wicker lid against the writhing and thrashing creature inside. The creature fought and pushed and hissed in anger until flick! a fourth man flicked the clasp shut. The other men let go as the bulbous basket rocked in place until their prize was secure.

"That's not going anywhere," one of the men said, patting the basket.

"Alright," another started, "load 'er into the ice box!"

They tipped the basket onto its side and rolled it out of the cage room, disorienting the captive inside. Its long body was coiled around itself, making it nigh impossible to move. The cramped space was difficult to breathe in, though larger than most baskets used for the same purpose. The creature's tail-end was held tightly in place by a band of metal at the bottom. It constricted the creature's girthy body, making it impossible to escape.

The basket rolled up the ramp into the "ice box" (a refrigerator truck) and tipped back upright with a thunderous clang! Footsteps against metal, ramp being lifted back into place, door being shut, silence. Silence marked by painful, aching cold. It chilled every scale on the captives body, and raised every hair on its skin. The creature began violently shivering as the truck rumbled and drove away.

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More clanking. The prisoner could see tiny pinpricks of light in the gaps of the woven wicker. The ramp was brought out again. The basket was scooted to a more suitable position, before being tipped over and rolled down the ramp. The creature inside, already woozy from the cold, became dizzy and disoriented once more. A few more yards of rolling, the men had taken the barrel into a canvas tent.

"Y'better have somethin' good," another voice half-joked-half-threatened, as he shook hands with one of the men.

"Oh, I've got an absolute PRIZE for you! Take a look." The man lifted the lid to reveal the still-unmoving curled form. Its top half was that of a beautiful young woman, but that was the extent of the creature's humanity. From its hips downward, a long powerful snake's body. Its black scales shone even in the muted light of the tent. If it weren't subdued by the cold, each man knew they'd be in incredible danger.

The second man clapped his hands, rubbing them together with eagerness, "You've got yourself a deal, my friend!" The first man smiled as he repositioned the lid. Clinking of coins, exchanging of goodbyes, then silence. Until the only man left spoke again. "Dahlia?" he called gently, "Do you mind making our new pet a bit more zhuzhy?"

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The creature didn't have enough energy to protest the lady pulling its hair. She gathered all she could, and then some, then wrapped the elastic around the clump a few times before ulling harder. The silky, dark hair was twirled around itself and then made into a bun, sealed with a twisted hair pin. More spiraled pins were dotted around the head, fascining rhinestones and pearls in place that would glimmer so beautifully in the sun!

The creature began to warm up, though not fully awake enough to stir more than turning its head to look up at whoever had a grip on its hair. Dahlia was an older woman, her curls the color of charcoal. Her spectacles were held in place by pudge and wrinkles and frustration from them falling so many times in the past. Her hands were soft and quick, but firm enough to let the captive know that lashing out was not the best course of action. It turned its face away from the woman as she continued her decorative handiwork.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Stuffed back into the barrel, the newly feisty creature was rolled into the middle of the street. More words were exchanged between Dahlia and the man, and the sounds of a crowd started growing. There were indistinct voices all around now, a cacophany of people waiting to see what the fuss was about. Sounds of shushing quieted the crowd down, and waved hands told them to step back a distance.

The lid was lifted, allowing the massive creature to unfurl its long, glistening body. It raised itself to high above the crowd, eliciting gasps in response to such a glorious, powerful form. It flicked its tongue. Sweat, fresh meat, spices. The man stepped in front of the creature with a long flute-like instrument and played a few notes. The creature shifted forward in warning. The crowd interpreted it as the man having locked the beast into his trance. More notes were played, the creature preparing to strike. It lunged, the crowd gasping in shock as the man barely dodged the creature's fangs. It felt a jolt in its spine, forcing it to jerk back. The tiny electric nodes stuck to the creature's back and along its sides were designed to make it move its hips and body, though were also useful as a punishment. Out of sight, Dahlia would radio-control signal the nodes to zap, not enough to harm the creature or do any permanent damage, just enough to be uncomfortable and make it "dance".

The creature flicked its tongue again. It expected to smell fear, to smell the regret of capturing a creature so strong, strong enough to kill. To smell respect for that creature's warning. What it smelled was...not that. It smelled awe, it tasted the excitement in the air. All these sitting ducks, instead of abandoning their nest and knowing they'll leave every feather intact - they were watching, astonished at the size of the creature and the skill of the man who they were convinced had it in a trance.

What kind of sick trick was this? Rolled into a middle of an all-you-can-eat buffet, just to entertain the food? This was bullshit! This couldn't stand!

The man continued playing, the jolts came in short sharp bursts, and the crowd was completely transfixed. This had to stop. The creature waited until the man tested his luck and came close enough...

To strike!

#whumptober #no.1 #unconventional restraints #original content #oc #fic #dehumanization #snakes #lamia #naga #different from my other naga whump piece #whumptober2022

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thesunshineriptide · 2 years

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Masterlist

Requests are open! (As of October 24th)

Schedule

Rules

Here’s your sexy, sexy list of twst writings I’ve done!

Note: Masterlist is undergoing restructuring at the moment. Thank you for your patience

Everyone:

💖 Government Assigned Sleepover

💖 college major headcanons

💖 stores I’m taking twst boys to

💖 neurospicy posing reactions

Heartslabyul

“Welcome to the wonderland, most everyone here is mad, now, how are you doing, Mx?”

Savanaclaw

“I’m asking nicely, give me what I want. I’ll ask politely, give me what I want.”

Octavinelle

“In terms of conditions, my friend, I’ve only got three…”

Scarabia

“Rose Colored Boy, yeah you’re making all that noise about the world you want to see.”

Pomefiore

“If I gave up on being pretty, I wouldn’t know how to be alive.”

Ignihyde

“I’d be the choice less hope in grief that drove him underground.”

Diasomnia

Malleus

💚 our world - beginnings

💚 our world - getting a job

💚 our world - realizations

💚 our world (alt timeline) - boys become animals

💚 tween!reader - I don’t wanna go!

💚 child!sally face!reader - face the music

Lilia

💚 our world - beginnings

💚 our world - getting a job

💚 our world - realizations

💚 our world - movie night pt 1

💚 our world (alt timeline) - boys become animals

💚 play fighting

💚 hurt/comfort - artist reader

Silver

💚 hurt/comfort - artist reader

Sebek

💚 lamia!reader head canons

💚 polycule first years - counting rams

💚 first date

Aus:

Our World

Synopsis: in which after a spell to send you home from twisted wonderland goes wrong, and not only you but the housewardens and vice housewardens (and some) are sent back with you and stripped of their magic, rendered completely human

Rating: PG

Tags: angst, mental illness, adjusting, fluff, hurt/comfort

TwistedVision

Synopsis: upon Yuu mysteriously disappearing, there’s a new show on, if you can find it.

Rating: PG-13

Tags: psychological distress, angst, fluff, acting out of character, manipulation, kidnapping, mind control

Howl’s Moving House

Synopsis: Au dedicated to my twisted wonderland character, Howl. Howl is a student of Octavinelle and general troublemaker extraordinaire.

rating: PG-13

Tags: fluff, slice of life, swearing, fighting, hurt/comfort, angst (potentially), ongoing

Right Click Inspect

Synopsis: Au in which the game is run by AI versions of the characters, convinced that their world is real and that something is interfering with their freedom

Rating: PG-13

Tags: sci-Fi, AI Twst, psychological thriller, manipulation, philosophical debates, distress, hurt/comfort, slice of life, fluff

Whumptober Collection

Synopsis: the complete collection of each whumptober entry for the year 2022 done by yours truly

Tags: Angst, torture, whump, psychological distress, violence, dark themes and topics, overblots galore

Rating: R for violence, torture, and the rest of the tags above

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adhd-merlin · 7 months

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16 and 17 for the Frankie ask game

"frankie ask game" lol. yes please! thank you 💗

16 - Least favourite episode(s)

Off the top of my head -- the troll episodes. Absolutely bizarre storyline. Why was it even a two-parter. (Although it does contain one of my favourite scenes, namely Merlin randomly popping out from under Arthur's bed). I don't like scatological humour so the farting jokes in the goblin episode were also painful for me to sit through. These episodes were mainly aimed at a younger audience so it makes sense that they were... the way they are, it's just a big tone shift.

The Lamia episode isn't that bad in comparison, and I actually don't mind the emotional whump, it just felt really really pointless, especially compared to the other episodes in the series.

A Herald of the New Age is actually a good episode but I think it's awfully placed within S4, to the point that I always forget it exists. It comes right after the whole Gwen & Lancelot drama, which gets picked up again in the following episode with Arthur's engagement to Mithian and it just... I don't know. I feel like it should have been put somewhere else. I don't dislike it but it's in the wrong place and it bothers me.

17 - Favourite character to write/draw

I've written almost exclusively Merwenthur, most of it from Gwen's POV (I think?) but Arthur's POV was the easiest out of the three, for some reason. Possibly because he loves Gwen and Merlin both, and so do I.

I've written a grand total of one (1) Merwaine fic but writing from Gwaine's POV was extremely fun. He's a fun character!

If it's favourite character to write about/describe, then probably Merlin. Especially when he's being shifty and/or weird. Which is probably why Arthur's POV works so well.

↳ ask me questions from the frankie ask game

#listen i get that in 4x10 people think elyan might want to kill arthur bc he banished gwen #and so it's kinda linked to ep 4x09 #but it stills feels misplaced to me idk #it's bradley james's favourite episode btw #i can see why. it's a nice arthur-centric episode and bradley is very good in it #i just keep forgetting about it #which is why i always tag mithian posts as “ep 4x10” because in my mind that ep follows ep 4x09. as it should have.#asks #ask games #*

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bittieswithbrokenbones · 8 months

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Ok so first off im extremely sorry if this ask ends up touching into sensitive topics and want to clarify that if you feel uncomfortable with this ask you can feel free to skip it!

Anyways i wanna ask, how do you feel about whump involving baby bitties (babybones)?

For example, putting a baby papy bitty in boiling water and forcing the sansy that was supposed to take care of him to watch? Or punishing a bitty by dusting its newly born babybones?

hmm… i don't feel too strongly about it either way? the fact that bitties are adults capable of cognitive thought and potentially complex reactions is one of the main draws for whump content in my opinion; the act of abusing bitty babybones on their own kind of seems senseless and even more unfair compared to a grown bitty, if that makes sense.

however, like you brought up, using them for punishments or as tools for abusing other bitties is compelling so i think its worth exploring more babybones and adjacent things! i'm specifically thinking about how theres currently some stuff out there about lamia egg-smashing but i'm also kindof curious how an abused or neglected babybones would grow and end up differently compared to others of their type...

i can see myself liking baby bitty whump a lot more down the line, i just haven't seen enough of it done well for me to have a strong opinion.

#i'm not pearl clutching but i'm also not vibrating with excitement yknow... just looking with intrigue i guess lmao #once again i hope this is worded in a way that makes sense i am still painkiller-ed atm #asks

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dollopheadedmerlin · 1 month

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16 & 25 for the ask game 😃❤️

#16 & #25

I have sooo many WIPs. Some of them I probably won't revisit but there are about three that I actively work on here and there. I've started very casually writing fics more recently, so I don't get too pressed if I never finish.

One of the ones I'm dabbling with at thw moment is a classic Lamia episode divergence for Merlin.

A fic that I wish gets more attention is actually probably The Art of Anatomy. I don't usually do short fics but the few that I did for Two Weeks of Whump turned out pretty well. It's always nice to have a prompt that makes you write something you didn't expect to.

I also really think Severed and Grown In turned out really well. My longer fics are actually some of my most read! Which is nice since I usually prefer to write those. But these are my most underrated short fics I suppose.

Some of my fics get lost in the sauce I think just because they aren't Merthur. But that's okay, my gen reading buddies will find their way to the fics haha

#mine #ask #asks

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wallisninety-six · 4 years

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little-ligi · 3 years

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Febuwhump - No. 1

No.1 - Mind Control Fandom - BBC Merlin Wordcount - 731 @febuwhump

“It’s definitely her,” Merlin whispered to Gwen, peering over her shoulder at Percival, who had Lamia cradled in his lap as he stroked her hair and murmured soft reassurances in her ear. “She’s definitely doing something to them.”

“But how? Magic?” Gwen whispered back, her eyes frightened as they darted to Elyan again, who was sharpening his sword with a scowl on his face.

“I think so. I think it’s some kind of mind control enchantment…”

“What does she want from them?”

“I don’t know.”

Continue reading on Ao3, FF.net or below! 👇

Merlin frowned, letting his eyes drift from Percival up to Leon and Gwaine. They were both tense, hands on their swords, practically circling each other and just waiting for a reason to fight again. Well, he wasn’t going to be stitching up any more wounds if they were stupid enough to try it.

He sighed, knowing that of course he would if they needed him to. They were still his friends, even if they seemed to have forgotten that. If only he could find a way to break her hold over them.

Lamia was whispering to Percival and suddenly his head snapped up, his eyes, which were filled with hatred, fixed on Merlin.

“I told you to stay away,” he growled.

“I am staying away,” Merlin cried, irritated, his hands involuntarily balling into fists.

“He hates me,” Lamia sobbed, burying her face into the crook of Percival’s neck. “He wants to hurt me!”

“He wouldn’t dare,” Leon snapped. He advanced on Merlin, who scrambled to his feet, stumbling backwards and catching himself on a tree.

“Leon!” Gwen shouted, jumping up and standing in front of Merlin, her arms spread to the sides. The scrape of whetstone on sword stopped and Elyan raised his blade.

“Stay out of it, Gwen,” he warned before getting up and pulling her away from Merlin. She grabbed his arm as he tried to lift his sword towards Merlin.

Percival shifted Lamia from his lap, gently settling her on the ground, wrapping his cloak around her. He kissed her on the temple then yanked his sword out from where he’d stabbed it into the ground.

Merlin’s eyes widened, his heart hammering in his chest as Percival stepped forwards.

“I don’t want to hurt her,” Merlin shouted. “She’s trying to hurt you. You’re enchanted!”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Percival growled, his sword rising to point at Merlin. Elyan began shouting at Merlin, pulling against Gwen’s restraining hands. Even Gwaine slid his dagger out of his belt, a look of anger and disdain on his face.

Leon grabbed the front of Merlin’s shirt, shaking him roughly.

“Don’t you dare speak that way.”

“We need to get back to Camelot!” Merlin cried, trying to prise Leon’s fingers from his shirt.

“Then go!” Gwaine yelled, brandishing his dagger wildly. “We don’t need you with us. We don’t want you.”

Leon shoved Merlin away, hard enough that he hit his back on a tree and his knees almost gave out. With a final sneer of contempt, Leon turned his back on Merlin and moved to kneel beside Lamia, stroking her hair gently.

“She’s going to hurt you,” Merlin tried one last time.

Percival laid his sword flat against Merlin’s chest, using it to press him back against the tree. He stepped right up close, his towering height intimidating Merlin. The muscles in his arms bunched and tensed. He growled.

“Say that again and I’ll hurt you.”

Merlin’s stomach dropped, fear chilling him as he saw the truth of the threat in Percival’s eyes. Percival held him trapped against the tree for a long moment then scowled and stalked back across the campsite to Lamia, sitting down and letting her climb back into his lap.

Merlin sagged to the floor, curling his knees up to his chest. Gwen was at his side instantly, her hands reassuringly on his arm.

“They don’t mean it, Merlin. You know Percival would never hurt you.”

“They all would if she told them to,” Merlin whispered, watching as Lamia nuzzled her nose into Percival’s neck, her hands clutching his broad chest. Leon continued to stroke her hair.

“So we need to find a way to break her hold over them then,” Gwen said determinedly, her jaw set as she watched Elyan and Gwaine shoving each other.

Merlin chewed his lip and nodded grimly; they’d find a way… they had to.

#febuwhump2021 #febuwhumpday1 #mind control #bbc merlin #fanfiction #missing scene #episode tag #4x08 lamia #knights of the round table #merlin whump #ligi writes

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whump-cravings · 2 years

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Prompts Masterlist

#whump prompts #writing prompts #prompts #whump inspo

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re-whump · 1 year

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Hey! I'm Alex, any pronouns are fine. I’m an adult. This is a whump sideblog for @reborrowing, which is a (much more active) giant/tiny blog.

18+ only. Boilerplate DNI terfs, racists, etc, etc,

I tend to keep to myself, but if you throw asks or tags or etc at me, I'll respond

I like content with female characters, and that definitely includes whump—in any role. If you don't want to see lady whump, you probably don't want to follow this blog, sorry!

I mostly like fantasy whump, especially giant/tiny or mermaids. (I mostly write gt lol.) Aliens and vampires are great. I also love unstable dynamics and role shifts.

I'm not really a fan of BBU settings, but occasionally I come across something with it I do love. Medical's also hit and miss because I'm squeamish about it lol

Cult and religion whump are probably the closest to a hard no for me, depending on if it's modeled after common tropes (fine) or reality (nope!). Also (non-pet) adoption I suppose but I’ve only seen that once, since there’s a general aversion to underage characters anyway.

I've got some character sets I'll post about here over time, writing or drawing, on entirely irregular intervals

masterposts to come with content, maybe, but

Glass Eden - magical creatures trapped and mistreated by a rich eccentric hobbyist

Poe Inktail (any) - a borrower caught in the wrong house Hecate - a python lamia who grew up in captivity Hugh - rich eccentric hobbyist

Stolen Light - fairies get pulled into the modern world by a witch who'd like them to face mortality

Iolanthe (she/her) - a fairy mercenary thoroughly out of her element Silas (he/him) - a fairy lordling, too curious for his own good Madeleine (she/her) - a witch from a cursed bloodline who wants revenge on the faery that wronged her ancestor. doesn't mind hurting a few extra fae in the process. Bastien (he/him) - a beastkin mercenary, Iolanthe's work partner

If I Could - vampire slayer gets overconfident, wakes up bloody, turned, and locked in a basement. unwritten sowwy

Harvey Daniels (he/him) - said vampire/slayer. Melvin Briggs, "Mel" (he/they) - vampire, errand boy for a local coven for the last 50 years or so Britt Huxley - (she/they) - vampire enthusiast. [needs a rename lol] (he/him) - vampire slayer who should've charged his phone :/

#I guess I should do a pinned post #hi.

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itty-bitty-mess · 9 months

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Thank you so much! I deeply enjoyed that papy bitty story. Would it be too much to ask for a papython abuse story next?

Hello! Firstly, I want to deeply apologize for the long wait, I got extremely busy with life and haven’t had much interest in writing for a long while. I know this story might not be perfect and is a little short but I hope its good enough. Thank you for your patience, hope you enjoy!

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

You were fully aware that lamias, just like bitties once did, were the next new big pet. However, unlike your lamia-obsessed rommate, you found the entire concept of lamias and bitties absolutely disturbing, if not a little enraging. You never found those pocket-sized neets cute at all, if anything you absolutely hated how the things were so quick to behave like spoiled children and brats despite being “mature adults” in bitty and lamia standards.

Their squeaky little voices were worse than listening to a crying baby through an entire flight, their constant demands of things being done for them when they were able to do it themselves was ridiculous, and the fact that some of them went into heat and even got creepy with their owners during it enraged you. But it wasn’t that big of a problem as you never had to deal with one in person, so even if you hated them they weren’t as much of a problem.

That is until your rommate adopted a “Papython”.

That was it. You deeply considered for weeks if you should move somewhere else by yourself, but you eventually decided against it since you didn’t have much money in the first place and your current apartment was probably the nearest place you could find that was close to your work. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t ten seconds away from actually packing your things and flipping your rommate off as you went through the door.

Regardless of your wishes, there was a gross little lamia in your appartment now and there wasn’t anything you could do about it other than aggressively demand your roommate to keep the little pest in her room away from your sight. However, you could still hear “Papy’s” annoying “NYEH HEH HEH, MOWE FOOD MOMMY!! THE GWEAT PAPY NEEDS MOWE FWOOD!! NOW NYEHHH!!!”

Wow. You wanted to shove an entire knife down the ungrateful fucker’s mouth just for daring to talk like a fucking toddler and calling his own owner “mommy”. This thing only proved your point even more. That Papython was a fully mature adult but acted like a needy and spoiled brat.

“NYEEHHH MOMMMYYYY PWAY WIF MEEEH!!”

“MWEEHH MOMMY I POOPY ON MY CAGE AGAIN!!! CWEAN NOW!!”

“MOOOMMMMMYYYY!!!! THE GWEAT PAPY NEEDS FOOD!!! NOWWWWW!!!! HUNGWY!!!!!”

“MOMMYYYYYYYY PAPY HAD NIGHTMWARE WAAAAAHHHH!!!”

Wow, oh my goodness. That was bad huh. Every time the little snake-skeleton-looking thing demanded more and more attention and food, all you could do was cover your ears and hope that your roommate would one day wake up and realize the little shit wasn’t worth it at all. But every time your roommate gleefully fed him and played with the thing, that possibility seemed less and less possible.

That is, until Papy’s heat arrived…

At first it wasn’t as bad, he was whiny and needy and started slipping out of his cage more often, paying you visits and demanding attention from you with his stupid “NYEH, NYEH, PWAY!!!”. Of course, your only response was to literally kick the fucker out of your room as hard as you could, making sure his shitty little bones cracked a little and calling him every insult you could imagine before slamming the door shut on his face. It was extremely enjoyable to see this thing cry and tear up, finally dropping the baby act for once.

But as the next couple of days arrived, Papy started behaving in quite disgusting ways. He started humping his cage, whining in suggestive manners and then slipping out of his cage even more often to “surprise” your roommate by wrapping himself around her waist and begging “mommy” for “help”. With this, you started to notice that your roommate seemed more and more uncomfortable with his actions.

Despite hating your roommate initially, you still couldn’t just stand there and see her endure such behaviour. At first, you suggested buying special bitty pills that could end his heat quicker, but she was quick to deny that idea since she didn’t want to mess up Papy’s biology with that. Then you suggested sterilizing him, but she thought that’d be too cruel for some reason (you personally didn’t think so and even considered it a well deserved punishment for the little shitstain). Finally, you suggested training him to control his behavior during his heats, which seemed to convince her enough.

The initial week, it seemed like the training was actually working and that maybe Papy could be changed to behave better in general, however as the second week arrived he ended up slipping back into his old demanding and innappropiate behavior. Your roommate decided to give up and decided she would endure the remaining of his heat as best as she could.

But then it happened…

It was nighttime and the place was awfully quiet, which you were glad about since you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since Papy arrived. Suddenly, the silence was broken by your roommate screaming bloody murder. You swifly got up and ran to the living room to find her stumbling out of her room with a pale face and teary eyes.

She immediately clung to you and told you to grab a bucket or box or anything at all and capture Papy. So you quickly grabbed an empty bucket, then saw Papy quickly slithering out of her room asking- no- DEMANDING “mommy” to “help him immediately with his heat”. You quickly trapped him in the bucket, placing it downwards against the floor and then sitting on top to keep him from escaping. He banged the plastic bucket with his tiny hands but a quick “SHUT THE FUCK UP” was enough to end it.

Once Papy was contained, you asked your roommate what happened and what she told you made you boil with rage. Papy had started slithering underneath her clothes and sneaking in VERY inappropiate places multiple times, even when she constantly told him to stop it. The scream had happened when he started humping her hand and whining with need as he slithered once more trying to slip under her pants.

Oh that was it. The little shitstain was done for. You told your roommate that Papy was sadly beyond repair and that most bitties and lamias were the same and that the only solution was to get rid of him and taking him back to the lamia shop. Your roommate shook her head and instead of trying to justify Papy, this time she said she didn’t want to return such a shitty thing for someone else to adopt, that the little fucker didn’t deserve a second chance and that he had to be eliminated for the good of everyone.

Part of you was oddly proud of her for finally realizing that lamias and bitties weren’t worth it. So both of you started to brainstorm how you would get rid of the worthless thing once and for all. You had hated Papy since the very beginning, so you gladly offered to take the matter into your own hands and your roommate gleefully agreed.

The next day, Papy was still trapped under the bucket. He still whined and begged for mommy to “help him” and so you quickly removed the bucket, letting him slither free. He slithered around surprisingly fast, looking for your roommate like a child searching for a lost toy but she was nowhere to be found, she had decided to stay at a nearby hotel for the day while you got rid of him.

When Papy was done searching, he looked up at you like a curious baby with his big empty eye sockets, probably trying to seem as “cute” as possible but only looking extremely gross. He then asked “MWEH!! HOOMAN WHERE DID MOMMY GO!!! THE GWEAT PAPY NEEDS LOVE AND ATTENTION FROM MOMMY NOW!!! NOWWWWW!!!”.

“Mommy doesn’t want a worthless little shit like you anymore, idiot. She hates you, she doesn’t love you anymore.” You spat with hatred in your words. Papy was immediately taken aback from the rude language and asked you what you meant.

“Oh, you know, no sane human wants a literal s*x freak in their home or as a pet! And you, my friend, just fucked up big time by touching your owner in inappropiate places and then demanding she “helps” you with your heat.” You said, you wanted the little fucker to know all of this was his fault, his death would be of his own doing.

“N-NYEH?!? B-But- BUT I DIDNT MEAN TO- NYEH!! I WAS JUST NEEDY!! BESIDES, SHES UH, SHES MY MOMMY!! SHE HAS TO HELP ME WHEN IM FEELING FUNNY DOWN THERE!! THE GWEAT PAPY NEEDS IT!!” He screeched as he started slithering in your direction

“I guess you’re just too much of an idiot to understand that *ssaulting your owner isn’t what a good grateful pet does.” You said as you stepped closer. “She doesn’t have to do jack shit for you, especially with how fucking needy and bratty you are, she doesn’t owe you any fucking help during your heats, asshole. She hates you, she doesn’t want you anymore, you’re shit, you’re nothing.”

“N-NO, NO NO!!! MOMMY LOVES ME VERY MUCH!! SHE SAID I WAS THE SPECIALEST PAPYTHON LAMIA EVER AND THAT SHE WOULD LOVE ME FOREVER AND EVER!!!”

“Oh, you’re not even worth a piece of used toilet paper. You should stop calling yourself “the great papy” because you really aren’t shit, asshole. You’re nothing.” And with that, Papy started crying and sniffling like a lost toddler.

“B-BUT IF MOMMY DOESNT WANT ME… WILL YOU BE MY NEW MOMMY/DADDY?????” He sniffled with ignorant excitement, opening up his arms, asking for you to carry him.

Instead, you ended the conversation and immediately got to work. You kicked him in the tiny gut, leaving him breathless and teary-eyed. He asked you, with the little breath he had regained, to stop but you just shut him up. You grabbed him by the tail and started swinging him around, hitting his head with every piece of furniture you could find, enjoying as his tiny skull ended up covered in cracks and orange bruises. Tears streamed down his little eye sockets and you just laughed at the fucker’s misery. He even threw up a little and you just kept swinging him around again and again until you got bored.

Then you went into your roommates room and spotted Papy’s cage. You smiled as you grabbed the cage and started emptying it of all of his possessions as he cried and begged you to stop. You stomped and crushed his stupid little furniture, ripped his clothes apart and flushed the remaining lamia kibble he had down the toilet as he screamed and begged you multiple times to stop.

You grabbed his racecar-shaped bed and snapped it in two pieces, then crushed the fragile plastic until it was only dust, causing Papy to cry even more as his beloved possessions got destroyed and then thrown in the trash. You then grabbed the broken remains of his bed and shoved some bits deep down his throat causing him to choke and tear up, struggling for air and eventually swallowing the sharp, painful plastic pieces, damaging his throat. You even grabbed the few CDs he kept near his cage as they were his favorite animated movies and snapped them in half.

“NOOOOOO PLEASE IM SORRY PLEASE STOP TELL MOMMY IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO I DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING IM SORRY PLEASE STOP PLEASE NOOOO IM SORRY DONT BREAK MY THINGS ILL BE A GOOD BITTY I PROMISE PLEASE” was all the little fucker could say. Finally, you grabbed his cage, stomped on it until it broke and threw it in the nearest garbage dump, getting rid of the last item related to Papy.

As you got back home, it was time to teach the bastard a lesson. You took him to the kitchen and taped him to the table face up, making sure to especially secure the tail, arms, head and torso. Then you grabbed the sharpest knife you found in the tiny apartment kitchen and warmed it up on the stove. Once the knife was a bright red color, you approached Papy, ready to teach this fucker about consequences.

Papy squirmed and screamed nonstop, begging mommy or anyone for help but it was no use as your apartment, small as it was, was nicely sound proof to the outside. You didn’t waste more time as you located Papy’s “entrance” and stabbed him there, causing the most blood curdling scream youve heard to come from Papy’s mouth. You made sure to cut all the right areas, drawing lood and cutting through the ecto flesh nice and sadistically slowly. You left him nicely sterilized albeit with deadly, serious wounds and painful open cuts. With the little strength he still had, he begged for mercy one more time, but you werent done just yet.

You dangled Papy from the tail again causing him pain, swinging him around. You also tried literally adding salt to his wounds making him screech, and forcing him to drink dish soap as he choked and begged for mommy to rescue him. It was hilarious how the soap started to pour out of his nose and eye sockets once he was full enough, it was like he was crying green dish soap, a fitting punishment for a worthless piece of shit.

You still has a couple of things planned before offing him once and for all, but before that you made sure to call your roommate. Once she picked up, Papy started screeching, apologizing and begging mommy to rescue him, but all she responded with was to shut him up and then said an extensive list of reasons why Papy was the worst pet she ever had, she called him names, berated him, listed every time Papy behaved like a brat and ended the call by saying she doesn’t fucking love him anymore and that she hoped he died slowly and painfully.

Once the call had ended, Papy was inconsolable and apologized nonstop, as if your roommate could still hear him or as if that would somehow make you feel empathy for the piece of shit. You shut his crying up by slapping him, spitting on his face and slamming his head against the hard furniture.

Bruised and bleeding, Papy could only cry and whine in pain. The thing was mangled beyond recongition and anyone who saw him would think he was some crumpled piece of paper or a failed paper mache project. You removed his scales one by one, slowly, painfully. He cried, he begged, he tried dragging himself away from you but you stomped on his tail, breaking his tiny tailbone and drawing another scream of agonizing pain.

You were getting tired of the asshole’s squeaky ass voice, so you grabbed some permanent glue from the kitchen cabinet and shoved the bottle in his mouth. You held him in place as you squeezed hard and filled his mouth his permanent glue, which not only dried quickly but also seemed to burn his “sensitive” bony mouth as you heard a pained muffled scream trying but failing to escape Papy’s mouth.

You then resumed slowly removing his ugly little scales one by one. Each time drawing a muffled scream of agony, forever trapped in the pest’s mouth. Once he was completely bare of scales, you wanted to be done with the fucker already, so you grabbed the knife you had sterilized him with and stabbed his disgusting little tail and torso nonstop.

You broke tiny bones, pierced sensitive ecto-skin, ripped his arms off, drew blood and chopped the tip of his tail into tiny little pieces. Papy was pretty much dying slowly at this point, crying silently as tears fell from his horrified eye sockets nonstop. Finally, you cleaned and disinfected the kitchen and threw the sterilizing knife away. Then you simply dropped Papy in the dumpster on the side of your house.

The worthless piece of shit was bleeding and dusting uncontrollably, and could not be helped, he would most likely die by tomorrow and the dying process would be slow and painful. You smiled and spat on his face one last time before closing the dumpster lid and going back home to inform your roommate of the good news.

Weeks later, you and your roommate ended up realizing you actually had many other interests in common and built a strong, unbreakable friendship after that, standing together and supporting each other through everything. As for Papy, he definitely died, and regretted his every action and word that led him to his painful death as he slowly and painfully rotted away in the dumpstes among the trash, where worthless things like him belong.

#bittybones #bitty whump #bitty abuse #bitty torture #bitty bullying

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Whumptober 2020, Day 1 -- Let’s Hang Out Sometime + Shackled

Fandom: Fandomless, original content Characters: Anthro OCs -- Talia the cobra, Runner the mongoose Trigger Warnings: Shackled, accused of murder, implied hanging Word Count: 611

She struggled against the iron shackles around her wrists. She must have been doing nothing but that for the past 6 hours or so, if the ringing of the town’s bell could be believed. Her coils sat uncomfortably draped over one another. She’d twisted them about every which way they could go, but she’d had no luck finding comfort. The shackles had long since begun digging into her scales, as they were far too tight for her to slip out of them. The guards had been quite a bit overzealous in finding her the smallest pair of shackles available that would still just barely fit her. This prison didn’t take chances with snakes, that much was certain.

She struggled once more, again to no avail. She hissed out of frustration. At last, the door squeaked open, and in stepped her mortal enemy. “Talia.” He addressed her calmly. His dark eyes shone in the moonlight. “I trust you’re not enjoying your new quarters.” His tail swished from side to side.

“What do you think?!” Talia hissed in reply. “You’ve taken me from my home and ensured that everyone in this miserable town thinks I’m a vicious murderer!” In her fury, her hood had begun to flare out.

“You’re certainly not helping your case.” The mongoose replied. “Right now you fit that description exactly. Why, your fangs alone would make the perfect murder weapon. Minimal damage, and maximum effect. Not to mention the victim was found dead of a snakebite, and well...you’re the only snake in town.�� He took a few steps closer to her, but wisely stood out of her reach. “Really, I can understand why you did it. Food’s been scarce around here lately, especially for us carnivores, and, well...a rabbit must be rather appetizing to a cobra, no?”

Talia hissed. “As if you wouldn’t eat a rabbit, given the chance! You’re no better than a snake, mongoose!” Yet, seeing the look in the mongoose’s eyes, Talia realized that as much as she despised him, he was right. She did look like a murderer. Resigned, she tried to calm herself, and forced her hood to lie flat against her neck. “Runner, please...you know I wouldn’t do this. April was my friend. I would never hurt a friend.”

Runner scoffed. “You expect everyone to believe that? Face it, Talia--you’re a dangerous creature. Even if you were innocent of this particular crime, you’d inevitably kill someone else! There’s just no place for venomous creatures in a civilization like this.”

“So what?! Your only piece of evidence is that I’m a snake?! You can’t hang someone based on nothing but what they are!” Talia couldn’t help herself, she had fallen back into a rage. “You can’t do this, Runner! You have to believe me! I didn’t kill April! I--I can look for who did! I’ll find the true culprit, I swear! Just let me go!”

“You know I can’t do that.” Runner dismissed her. “Really, I’ve had about enough of your insolence, and you’ve failed to provide any convincing evidence to support your innocence.” He had turned to the door and was nearly out of the room now. “But you have three more days to try. Good night, Talia.” And with that, the door was shut.

“Three days?!” Talia went limp in her chains as she fell into despair. “Oh...no...” Frankly, she would have suffered less had Runner simply hanged her right then and there. With the quite literal deadline of only three days to prove her innocence, Talia could practically feel the noose’s grip on her neck already. She wouldn’t find sleep that night...and it was quite possible that she never would again.

#whumptober2020 #no.1 #shackled #falsely accused #murder #hanging #fandomless ocs #anthro #nonhuman whump #lamia #this is the debut of both these ocs on this blog #funnily enough both are based on stuffed animals i own #i'm late to this one so it might not go on the official blog but oh well i want to be a completionist anyway

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