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shshshquietnow · 6 months

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I'm a big fan of angels and demons in whump, especially angel whumpees with demon whumpers. A demon obsessed with getting this divine perfection to break, and an angel having to stare in the face of something they've been told horror stories of since childhood.

But something I don't see used a lot is FALLEN angel whumpees, which I think have a lot to use. No one's coming for them, maybe they're weaker than before, they've been forsaken, they're maybe a bit spunkier, maybe already a little broken... they're great material to mold and mesh.

Or even fallen angel WHUMPERS, ones with nothing to lose, bitter and hurt... fallen angels walk around, showing the world with just their wings they've done something to piss off the heavens. Who WOULDNT be scared being taken caprice by one?!

#whump #quiet whispering #fantasy whump #whumper #whumpee #magic whumpee #magic whumper #angel whumpee #demon whumper #fallen angel whumpee #fallen angel whumper

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whumpstuff1 · 1 year

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Magic whumper who brands their whumpee with a mark that never stops burning.

Or

A mark that the whumper can control to hurt the whumpee as punishment.

#whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whumper #magic whump #sadistic whumper #whump prompt #whump branding #magic whumper #whump punishment

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cryptidwritings · 2 months

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There was something about magic that made Caretaker sick. It lingered in the air like an odorous spray, assaulting their nose and making their eyes sting.

They had asked Whumpee to refrain from using magic inside their house, choosing to take them at their word while removing the warding sigils from above the door and windows. So when they approached and the smell hit their nostrils, they realized that something must have been wrong. Very wrong.

Caretaker clamored through the front door. An invasive fog took over, with speckles of Whumpee's magic that looked like the rippling of a snakes skin, mixed with something else. One that Caretaker had never seen before; the visage of feathers dipped in blood.

They continued, checking each room carefully until they got to the last one. Their own.

The door was slightly open. A light stuttered through the crack. Caretaker took careful steps, reaching into their pouch, touching along the surface of the stones inside it for a particular pattern.

It was too quiet, or maybe their panic had cut out unnecessary information as their eyes dilated in the dimming darkness of the magic mixture.

They touched the door. Heat hit their arm and crawled up their neck, freeing their ears to small whimpers behind it; ones they recognized.

Whumpee.

Caretaker shoved the door open and ran inside. Whumpee was sitting at the foot of the bed, their knees up to their chest. Their tear-filled eyes stared straight ahead.

Caretaker followed their gaze and gasped. Whumper sat opposite them, staring at Whumpee, red-faced, as a large boa constricted around their torso and neck.

"H-lp!" They croaked.

Caretaker looked down at Whumpee. Their feathery scars protruded from the back of their shirt. They felt the rune in their pouch, one they had to use once before, but that was when Whumpee had lost control.

Despite their crying, they looked completely in control now.

And that bastard wasn't worth the effort, anyway.

#magic whumper #magic whump #magic whumpee #non magic caretaker #whumpee kills whumper #whumper turned whumpee #whump #whump community #whump writing #whumpblr #whump drabble #whump scenario

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blackrosesandwhump · 24 days

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Whumpril Day 4: Swaying

CW: 2nd pov, magic whump, creepy whumper

The moment whumper’s spell hits you, you know you’ve made a terrible mistake, even without the burning pain that instantly radiates from your chest. Your vision fizzles out into darkness, and you sway on your feet, blind, breathless from pressure and agony. You don’t know what kind of spell it is, but that doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, it feels like it’s destroying you from the inside out.

Your side and temple hit the ground as you collapse, gasping. Darkness, and muffled sounds, and pain. That’s all you know, all you feel. That, and someone’s hand brushing against your cheek.

“Effective, isn’t it?” says a voice close to your ear. “I invented that spell. Though I have to admit, I’ve never seen someone collapse as beautifully as you just did.”

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday4 #swaying #magic whump #magical torture #2nd pov #2nd person pov #creepy whumper #collapse #unconsciousness #blackroseswrites #pain #magical whump #magic whumper #breathless #whump prompt #whump challenge #whump drabble #whump snippet

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redd956 · 1 year

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Whump Ideas: Potions

I love whump ideas that use potions

Potion activates a painful transformation that leaves whumpee still weak and vulnerable far after it wears off.

Potion effects that get the job done, but hurt more than some may argue us with it

Whumpee going through extreme dysphoria caused by a botched brewing in the past (or by whumper's experiments). Caretaker shows up with the cure.

A failed potion that whumpee has downed has poisoned them. The sick whumpee has no clue if it's fatal or not as they lay being unable to move.

Whumper needs someone to test their potions on. They even test multiple at once to make sure certain ones can coincide. Permanent effects, janky potions, and drastic changes leave whumpee unidentifiable as a human.

A potion that's only job is to cause pain. Nothing fancy that's just it.

Whumper takes a shapeshifting potion, and shapes into their captive whumpee. As they leave whumpee, they promise to take good care of Caretaker.

Whumper pouring out an important potion or antidote in front of whumpee who desperately needs it.

Whumper turns themselves into a tiny whumpee, and now the consequences of their own actions are bigger than they've ever been.

Whumper throwing potion bottles at whumpee out of rage. They don't care what's in them or what it does if it hits whumpee.

Whumpee and their very angry evil pet cat have always confused caretaker. It wasn't until caretaker discovered the potion ingredients for a cat potion that questions rise.

#whump #whumperee #tiny whump #potion whump #whump potions #magic whump #magic whumper #nonhuman whumpee #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump prompt #whumper #whump stuff #caretaker #shapeshifting whump

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egg-writes-whump · 2 years

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why is there little to no enchanted sleep whump

like maybe there’s a time limit.

If Whumpee’s team can’t wake up Whumpee within 48 hours, Whumpee dies.

Or you can go down the classic route, get some caretaker (or whumper. I don’t judge) x whumpee in there with the classic true love’s kiss

Lock Whumpee in a castle whilst you’re at it

Maybe they aren’t able to be woken up for hundreds of years (we’ll assume the enchanted sleep spell stops the subject from aging whilst they’re under the effects of it) and when Whumpee finally wakes up, everyone they’ve ever cared for is dead.

#Egg writes whump #fantasy whump #magic whump #enchanted sleep whump #tw death mention #magic whumper #caretaker x whumpee #whumper x whumpee

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auroragehenna · 7 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 14 Bleeding through bandages, Field Medicine, No anesthesia

TW/CW: Blood, cold family, hiding injury, slash on arm from sword, forced to mask Word count: 946

“Argh! Shit!”, Harmonia yelled. Beads of blood started to quell out of a long slash on her arm.

The magic possessing the sword that cut her went out and sent the weapon clattering to the ground.

Harmonia clutched her hand over the cut, but blood was already squeezing out between her fingers. She tried her healing magic, but the bleeding didn’t stop. “Shit, shit, shit. Did you go for a cursed strike?!”, she asked the magic. Of course she didn’t get an answer. She had already pulled it back. “Just peachy!”, she spit out.

“Harmonia? Are you on there?”, a female voice called from outside.

Harmonia’s head jerked up at the voice. “Oh, come on, how much misfortune can one celestial have in day?”, she groaned quietly. Pressing her teeth together in pain.

“Let me rephrase maybe. I know that you’re in there. I want to see you in the foyer presentable in no less than five minutes.”

“I will be there mother.”

“Good.”, the female voice replied coldly.

Harmonia pushed herself to walk over to the wall where there was a little box on the cupboard. She opened the door and rummaged through the bottles and patches until she found what she wanted. Blood absorbing bandages. As quickly and as professionally as she could she wrapped her bleeding arm and cleaned the blood of the floor with a simple wave of her hand. Then she flew to her room. Fortunately her maids had already laid out clothes for her and now helped her get changed in lightspeed.

After six minutes and 17 seconds she was standing presentably dressed in the foyer next to the other oldest sisters and brothers. Their parents had important guests over so naturally they had to pull up the entire stupid theatre. Right now, she was smiling and greeting the guests. It cost her the upmost of self-discipline to smile and act through the pain in her arm. They moved to the fancier dining room, which Harmonia did not fail to notice, had been freshly cleaned and decorated. After a bit more of friendly chattery the maids got everyone seated and the first round of food was served swiftly. Apparently they wanted to keep them mouth-dead Harmonia figured.

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Most of the meal didn't stick with Harmonia, she was too focused on looking like she was enjoying herself, with looking noble and like she wasn't in pain. It was also getting gradually more difficult to even hear the conversation. Well, to understand the words. To be fair her parents and the oldest sister made sure to bind her into the talking as little as possible. Harmonia couldn’t judge them for it. Her skills in that department still needed a lot of honing as is and now while she was feeling so bad she had no doubt it would be much worse.

The sister sitting next to Harmonia discretely touched her arm and searched her gaze. When her little sister was finally looking at her she saw barely hidden pain in them and she quickly let go of her arm. The pain faded a little bit.

Harmonia knew her sister was trying to warn her. To keep up appearances but it was so hard. When she had touched her arm Harmonia could have fainted from the pain. But she clenched her fist under the table and stepped her game up again. She didn’t want to ruin this for her family. And who knows how they would react if she did. If only this headache wouldn’t be. She reached out for the seasoning in front of her to spice up the meat on her plate. Maybe that would bring her senses back a bit. Harmonia noticed that she had to tense her whole arm to keep it from shaking. As she closed her hand around the spice bottle her sleeve slipped up and revealed the start of the bandage. It was tainted red. Harmonia’s breath caught. She checked her clothing when nobody was looking but there was no blood on the. This magic was doing its job. Harmonia urged and begged her brain to work so she could think of some way to get out of here and care for her wounds. But she couldn’t think of anything. Her brain was muffled sirup. Only vaguely she now noticed that her heartbeat was kind of skittish. Just hold out. Just hold out. After nearly collapsing multiple times the meeting was blessedly, finally coming to an end. They said goodbye to their guests and the maids guided them outside.

“Mother, father, I would like to burrow Harmonia to show her the new tools in terms of etiquette I have learned yesterday. May I?”, Older sister asked.

Harmonia was barely conscious at this point but her parents must have agreed because now her sister had grabbed her left arm and was pulling her up from the chair. They made it outside of the room and into one of the lesser visited side rooms before Harmonia fainted.

Her older sister just looked at her for a moment before sighing and starting to take off some layers of fancy clothing. As she uncovered her right arm she sucked in a breath. “I have to get Akisa.”, she decided before getting up and leaving the room. Her medic skilled sibling could surely tend to the wound, it wouldn’t be much more than a simple spell for her, besides she couldn’t create drama by getting a doctor. She locked the door behind her, both to protect Harmonia from getting seen by others and to protect her from herself. And her reckless stubbornness. Then she flew up and searched the mansion.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt, @ailesswhumptober

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obsessedwithegos · 1 year

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Whumper with healing magic breaking one of Whumpee's bones or even removing a part of them just to reinforce that they're only whole because Whumper allows them to be.

Maybe they should behave a little better if they don't want to lose Whumper's good graces.

general: @emmettnet @thebluejayswhump

#whump #whump tag #whump prompt #inspired by Tael's devil Barbwire breaking his horn <3 #tael tag #barbwire tag #magic whumper

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ohwrite · 3 months

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Magic Whumper who’s presence causes paralysis to those around them, and slowly begins killing those affected

#may or may not be inspired by slay the princess #magic whump #magical Whumper #magic Whumper #whump #whump idea

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badluck990 · 2 years

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NEW OC TIME

Candace sought out to make the most of her plant magic even with it being considered 'basic' like the other main elements. Through intensive training she figured out how to summon vines that could extend far without her loosing the feeling of them allowing her to create snare traps.

When a group of bounty hunters got word of this they hired her with the promise she could take one of their captives for her own uses every now and again.

Over time she's found it quite fun to toy with folk who have magic considered 'above' her. (Which is most magic)

#whumper oc #magic whumper #lady whumper

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abhainnwhump · 2 months

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Whumpee is fighting Whumper with a group of their friends. Whumpee and Whumper fight one on one and Whumper pins Whumpee down. They don't understand what is happening at first, but then Whumper pushes their palm against Whumpee's head. It starts with burning, then screaming, then the world goes dark. Whumper removes their hand and Whumpee has a mind control rune on their forehead.

"Stand up." Whumpee obeys Whumper's command. With a snap of their fingers, Whumper points to Whumpee's friends. "Kill them."

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #whump tropes #noncon body modification #mind control whump #whumpee turned whumper #multiple whumpees #hero whumpee #villain whumper #magic whump #fantasy whump

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shshshquietnow · 10 months

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Hello! I'm Quiet and have been shadowing the whump scene for some time now, so I figure I'd try my hand at it! I'm a big fan of fantasy setting whump but I noticed a SURPRISING lack of it, and I intend to fix that >:) Especially right now as interested as I am in dnd, ha.

"Quiet whispering" will be my tag for original posts methinks. I'll tag all the stuff I like if you want to send writing requests about any of that.

#quiet whispering #whump #tiny whumpee #human whumpee #fantasy whump #magic whumper #monster whumper #monster whumpee #demon whumper #sadistic whumper #possessive whumper #intimate whumper #whump community

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 8 months

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It's Magic

This snippet is for @creweemmaeec11!

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Villain pressed the knife deeper into Hero's side, the blade glowing with harmful magic.

"Pathetic little thing," Villain laughed, yanking the blade out.

Hero gasped, lurching forward. They crashed down in the alleyway.

"Lesser beings like you should learn to stay out of my way," Villain said, "maybe your corpse will serve as an example."

Villain cast a spell, causing little cuts to open all over Hero's body. Hero whimpered in pain. They looked up with blurry vision as Villain strode away. Was this really how it was going to end? Killed by a magic user? Hero didn't have the energy to worry about it; they started to drift off, their head light and their limbs heavy.

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Hero stirred to the feeling of a gentle rocking sensation.

"Mm..." they mumbled.

"Shhh," a voice soothed.

The rocking sensation stopped suddenly as Hero was laid down on a soft surface. They forced their eyes to open. They tried to sit up, but a hand gently pushed them back down.

"Don't-" the voice said softly, "don't get up. You're hurt."

Hero stared up at their rescuer. Their vision cleared, and their face went pale. Hero scuttled back on the couch.

"S-Supervillain," Hero breathed.

Hero's breaths quickened, coming out in short little gasps. Their heart felt like it was going to beat out of their chest. Supervillain held their hands up in a placating gesture.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," they said, "I promise."

Supervillain took a step closer, and Hero flinched hard, screwing their eyes shut. Instead of a harsh strike or a dark spell, Hero felt the gentle pressure of a hand on their forehead. They cracked an eye open and looked at Supervillain.

"No fever, that's good," Supervillain said.

Soft green light emanated from Supervillain's hands. Hero's breathing became deep of its own accord. Hero blinked in confusion.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Hero asked.

"It's a calming spell," Supervillain explained, "I don't want you to panic."

Supervillain gestured to Hero's shirt.

"May I?" they asked.

Hero felt themselves nodding, a forced calm settling over them. Supervillain thanked them and lifted their shirt.

"It seems to be healing well," Supervillain said, "my magic made short work of your cuts, but this stab wound was pretty bad."

"Magic?"

"Yes, my healing magic. You're lucky to be alive, if I hadn't found you... well, it doesn't matter now."

Normally the mention of magic would have Hero hyperventilating, but the calming spell was weaving its way through their mind and body, keeping them pacified.

"Let me work on your wound some more, you don't deserve a scar."

Magenta light flowed from Supervillain's hands into Hero's healing wound. The area began to feel warm and fuzzy. Hero watched as the wound faded away completely, leaving nothing but smooth, undamaged skin.

"Can I get you anything?" Supervillain asked.

"I, um..."

"How about something to eat and drink?" Supervillain offered.

Hero quickly shook their head. What if they poisoned it? Then again, Supervillain probably wouldn't go through the trouble to save them just to poison them... on the other hand, though, this was Supervillain they were talking about, and-

A floating tray of food interrupted Hero's thoughts. On the tray was a bowl of chili and a cup of water. Supervillain ushered the tray over with a finger. It settled a few inches over Hero.

"It's, uh, it's waiting for you to sit up," Supervillain said.

Hero sat up cautiously. The tray, satisfied, landed gently on Hero's lap. The spoon flew into Hero's hand. Hero yelped in surprise.

"Yes, that particular spoon is rather forward," Supervillain said apologetically, "you'll get used to it."

Hero gulped. What would happen if they didn't eat? Would Supervillain kill them in a harsher way? The spoon, growing impatient, zipped out of Hero's hand, filled itself with a helping of chili, and forced its way into their mouth.

"Mm!"

Flavors danced on Hero's tongue; the chili was absolutely delicious. The spoon left Hero's mouth and grabbed another helping of chili. It waited for Hero to swallow.

"I wouldn't poison you, if that's what you're worried about," Supervillain said, "I went through a bit of trouble to save you."

Hero swallowed hesitantly. The spoon eagerly shoved the next bite of chili into their mouth. Hero grabbed the spoon and started to feed themselves. Supervillain smiled.

"Why... why did you save me?" Hero asked.

Supervillain's smile faltered, replaced with a concerned expression.

"I couldn't just leave you there," Supervillain said.

"Yes you could've! You're Supervillain! You're the most powerful mage in the city, and I'm..."

"Yes?" Supervillain prompted.

"I fight mages! I'm your enemy!" Hero blurted.

Supervillain sighed. They waved a hand and an armchair tottered forward. Supervillain sat down, snapping their fingers. A cup of tea materialized out of thin air. Supervillain took a sip of it, then set it on the saucer, which was still floating nearby.

"Why do you fight mages?" Supervillain asked, as though Hero had come in for a therapy session.

"Because they use magic! And magic is- well, it's evil isn't it?"

"Look around you," Supervillain gestured to the room, "I've been using magic nonstop since I brought you here. Have I been using it for evil?"

Hero didn't respond.

"I've done nothing but heal you and tend to you with my powers," Supervillain continued, "what I want is for magic users and non-magic users to get along and enjoy each other's gifts. Of course, not everyone shares my sentiment, such as the mage who attacked you."

Hero shook their head, trying to rationalize Supervillain's words. Supervillain sighed again and stood. The tray floated away with the empty chili bowl. The spoon followed it back to the kitchen.

"You should get some rest," Supervillain said, summoning a blanket, which draped itself over Hero, "let me know if you need anything."

Supervillain began to leave.

"Wait!" Hero said weakly.

Supervillain turned.

"Yes?"

"Thank you, Supervillain," Hero said quietly.

Supervillain cracked a small smile.

"You're welcome..."

"Hero," Hero said, "my name is Hero."

"You're welcome, Hero."

Supervillain flicked their wrist, and the lights went out. They left the room to let Hero sleep. Hero snuggled under the blanket and closed their eyes. They were still very confused about many things, but maybe magic wasn't as evil as they had thought.

Ko-fi

Tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld @surplus-of-sarcasm

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cryptidwritings · 1 year

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Roll For Whump

Inspired by @befuddled-calico-whump 's awesome DnD whump uh... prompt? (sorry memory is garbage i cant remember what they chose to call it and i'm on mobile so I can't go back and check) click here to use it!

I rolled: 3 then 8.

Content: magic whump, magical restraints, immortal whumpee, magic whumper

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Screams rolled through the hills of a kingdom at war. Fires raged and foundations buckled, creating with their fall the tremors of an earthquake.

All hell had broken loose. Cell doors bent from their hinges, rocks fell on chains, ripping them from the walls, screams of terrified anguish turned to squeals of delight as prisoners ran from the belly of the prison - grateful to see the light even if threatened to burn.

It was as if something smiled on them.

All but one.

They yelled from the dark corner of their cell; watching in desperation as dozens of shadows sprinted past like apparitions in smoke. Their vocal cords tore apart in their throat, getting quieter as the world around them shook and shivered from violence, and anger - and from the same energy that kept Whumpee on their knees and prevented the others from taking a moment from their escape to open the measly door and attempt to free them.

After a while, Whumpee stopped screaming.

The cell doors squealed and cracked as they fell to the ground. Pillars crumbled in the aftermath, buckling in on one another as if to give Whumpee a taste of their eventual tomb. Then it went quiet.

Not a soul around. Not a breath apart from theirs. The dust landed on their face and hair as stones skittered on the ground out of sight.

Then Whumpee could feel the pressure on their shoulders begin to fade. Their muscles twitched, and their breathing heightened as they looked around in the silent darkness, wanting to scream as their bound limbs fell limp at their side - and they lurched forward, smashing their face into the dirt floor.

They lie there, perplexed though their face remained a stone - blinking to test reality yet not trusting even their own judgement of it. But... they could move. Their fingers twitched, and their toes.

Whumpee slowly pushed themselves up - their arms shaking with the struggle of freedom. Did- did something happen?

They looked at their hands and then at the cell door - rusted shut but with bars bowed out from the caving roof held up by the iron. Whumpee's mouth twitched.

Was Whumper actually... dead?

#immortal whumpee #magic whump #magic whumper #whumper fails a concentration saving throw lmao jk but also #writeblr #originalfiction

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blackrosesandwhump · 2 months

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March of Pain Day 8: Broken

CW: blood, magic whump, defeat

The prince collapses, knees hitting the forest floor first before he slumps to the side. Blood trickles from his shoulder, from the wound inflicted by the sorcerer’s hideous champion. Other cuts show through his ripped clothing, torn by the countless claws of the monstrous army.

He’s never seen anything like them, the hoard of deformed monsters that falls back now in a wave of darkness, watching him. They think their job is done. They think they’ve defeated him.

Lying on the ground, gasping for breath, the prince fears they may be right. He can’t stand, can’t even reach for the bloodied sword just out of his grasp.

They’ve broken him, just as the sorcerer commanded.

The hoard of monsters shifts, cowering and parting, tripping over the bodies of their fallen comrades in their haste. The air turns ice cold, and the prince looks up, dread sweeping over him.

The sorcerer. The sorcerer stands before him, looking down at him with the eye of an eagle surveying a freshly-caught mouse.

“Well, well, well.” The voice emanates from a mouth that doesn’t move, surrounding the prince like a foul miasma. “I wasn’t planning to come myself, but I had to see this picture in person. The prince, broken. How perfect.” Something hits the prince in the chest. Pain and darkness explode in his head. The last thing he feels is the sensation of chains fastening around his wrists.

@marchofpain

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redd956 · 9 months

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Mini Whump Prompt 95

Whumpee managed to escape, and get quite far from whumper, but for how long they do not to. They can't seem to this magical tracker off of them. No matter how far they go, whumper knows where.

#whump #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump prompts #whumper #magic whump #magic whumper #whumpee #tracker whump #mini whump prompts #mini whump prompt

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