Ash and Bone

Hi, I'm Ashen! mid 20s, any/all pronouns. Welcome to my Whump blog! Asks are welcome, but no nsfw please :)

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Introduction post!!!

Hi, I'm Ashen, and this is my whump blog!

I don't write often, I mainly reblog, but when I do I generally write about defiant and violent whumpees. I'm especially fond of more monstrous and dangerous characters, and I like my OCs to put up one hell of a fight against their tormentors.

If you're sick of sad little pretty boys crying as someone kicks them, this is the blog for you!

I'm also a sucker for a good comfort/healing arc at the end of things.

I ALSO DO WHUMP ART ON OCCASION

Ask box is always open and I'm happy to chat!

I'm currently working on my Bloody Ascension series, which is a revamp of my old Beast in the Cage story.

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reblog if your blog is not a safe place for blorbos

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A little whumpy piece of a story I'm working on. Includes some temporary paralysis, broken bones, painful healing, and passing out from pain.

Finlay is sitting in front of the Door when Arius finally finds her, legs curled up and held tight to her chest. Her shirt lays discarded on the grass to her right, leaving the pulsing form of the centipede exposed to open air. Its legs twitch, sending spasms across her back as they dig deeper and deeper into her body. She does not look up as Arius sits down, keeping her face buried in her knees.

“Oli is on the way, shouldn’t be long now that I’ve found you.” Arius murmurs quietly, slinging an arm across Fin’s shoulders. Fin lets out a quiet whine in response, curling tighter into herself. A few trickles of blood have begun making their way down her back.

“I know kid…” Arius pulls Finlay against her side, carefully avoiding contact with the parasite latched to her spine. “Tala is getting your bed all ready back at base, and Matti is probably making something with a mountain of sugar in it to drink."

A weak smile graces Fin’s face, still hidden behind her knees. As she slumps against her companion’s side, Arius flicks away her cigarette and begins carding a hand through Fin’s hair. “Do whatever you need to, we’ve got you.”

As the minutes drag on, the centipede’s legs dig closer to bone, sending pained tremors across Fin’s body. She knows it's coming, but nothing ever prepares her for the first quiet crunch of cartilage and the agony that shoots down her spine and into her legs. Fin lets out a quiet sob, and Arius pulls her fully into her lap, whispering quiet platitudes. “I know, I know, we’ve got you. He’s almost here…”

A second crunch, a single twitch from Fin’s legs before they go completely limp. She lets out a second, much louder sob, and buries her face in the crook of Arius’ neck. Blood begins to run in rivulets down her back, soaking into the waistband of her pants as she trembles.

Oleander arrives not long after, out of breath as he scrambles up the ridge from base. He drops to his knees in the grass, reaching out a hand towards Finlay’s shoulder. “Sorry for taking so long… you ready?” Fin gives a jerky nod against Arius’ chest, and Oli wastes no time in placing his hands on her shoulder blades.

A golden glow begins to seep outwards from where Oli’s hands rest, throwing illuminated bones into sharp relief underneath the now transparent skin. The parasitic relic has its limbs dug deep into her spine, leaving two of the vertebrae cracked nearly in half from where its legs have driven through the bone.

Fin doesn’t try to stop the agonized yell that emerges from her lips as Oleander’s relic goes to work, bone and cartilage growing back into their proper place and forcing the intrusions back outwards through the softer muscle of her back.

“You’re almost there, hold on just a moment longer.” Oli mutters, pressing his fingers deeper into her skin and pumping a last wave of growth through her body to seal the torn muscle that the centipede had left in its wake.

Finally, the glow fades, and Fin is left in a crumpled heap in Arius’ lap, sobbing. Oli pulls his hands away from her back and down to her legs, resting them on her calves and squeezing slightly. “Fin? Can you feel this?” She nods, gasping for breath, and gives a halfhearted kick in Oli’s direction. He sighs in relief and slumps down onto the grass. “Good, we’re all good now...”

Arius pulls her coat off from where it rests across her shoulders and drapes it over Fin, pulling it tightly around her. “Good job kid, you did it, just take a breather okay?” She wraps her arms around Fin fully, able to give her a proper hug now that the centipede’s grip has been lessened. The only response she gets is a quiet whine.

Arius sighs, “get some shuteye, we’ll take care of it from here.” This was about all the permission Fin needed to finally pass out from pain, leaving her face buried in the crook of Arius’ neck. The older woman climbs to her feet, cradling Fin as gently as she can.

“C’mon Oli, let's get her back home.” The two of them set off down the ridge and back towards base. Fin had done the hard work, now it was up to them to do the rest.

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They done frozed my boy. Cold storage for inconvenient people I guess.

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Bro lost his temperature privileges

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Babes you gotta understand it’s not hypothermia, it’s like legit cryogenics. They went and actually fridged the mc. Like in a big glass freezer with sciency tubes and dials attached. Absolute lunatics.

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Bro I kid you not I just got done writing an entire fic about what I'm pretty sure is the exact scene you're referencing lmaooo

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Did you post it? And if so could u link it?

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With pleasure! Here you go!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64902094

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They done frozed my boy. Cold storage for inconvenient people I guess.

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Bro lost his temperature privileges

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Babes you gotta understand it’s not hypothermia, it’s like legit cryogenics. They went and actually fridged the mc. Like in a big glass freezer with sciency tubes and dials attached. Absolute lunatics.

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Bro I kid you not I just got done writing an entire fic about what I'm pretty sure is the exact scene you're referencing lmaooo

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I don’t have a posted DNI for a few reasons but in this case I’ll be crystal clear:

I do not want people who use AI in their whump writing (generating scenarios, generating story text, etc.) to follow me or interact with my posts. I also do not consent to any of my writing, posts, or reblogs being used as inputs or data for AI.

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A little whumpy piece of a story I'm working on. Includes some temporary paralysis, broken bones, painful healing, and passing out from pain.

Finlay is sitting in front of the Door when Arius finally finds her, legs curled up and held tight to her chest. Her shirt lays discarded on the grass to her right, leaving the pulsing form of the centipede exposed to open air. Its legs twitch, sending spasms across her back as they dig deeper and deeper into her body. She does not look up as Arius sits down, keeping her face buried in her knees.

“Oli is on the way, shouldn’t be long now that I’ve found you.” Arius murmurs quietly, slinging an arm across Fin’s shoulders. Fin lets out a quiet whine in response, curling tighter into herself. A few trickles of blood have begun making their way down her back.

“I know kid…” Arius pulls Finlay against her side, carefully avoiding contact with the parasite latched to her spine. “Tala is getting your bed all ready back at base, and Matti is probably making something with a mountain of sugar in it to drink."

A weak smile graces Fin’s face, still hidden behind her knees. As she slumps against her companion’s side, Arius flicks away her cigarette and begins carding a hand through Fin’s hair. “Do whatever you need to, we’ve got you.”

As the minutes drag on, the centipede’s legs dig closer to bone, sending pained tremors across Fin’s body. She knows it's coming, but nothing ever prepares her for the first quiet crunch of cartilage and the agony that shoots down her spine and into her legs. Fin lets out a quiet sob, and Arius pulls her fully into her lap, whispering quiet platitudes. “I know, I know, we’ve got you. He’s almost here…”

A second crunch, a single twitch from Fin’s legs before they go completely limp. She lets out a second, much louder sob, and buries her face in the crook of Arius’ neck. Blood begins to run in rivulets down her back, soaking into the waistband of her pants as she trembles.

Oleander arrives not long after, out of breath as he scrambles up the ridge from base. He drops to his knees in the grass, reaching out a hand towards Finlay’s shoulder. “Sorry for taking so long… you ready?” Fin gives a jerky nod against Arius’ chest, and Oli wastes no time in placing his hands on her shoulder blades.

A golden glow begins to seep outwards from where Oli’s hands rest, throwing illuminated bones into sharp relief underneath the now transparent skin. The parasitic relic has its limbs dug deep into her spine, leaving two of the vertebrae cracked nearly in half from where its legs have driven through the bone.

Fin doesn’t try to stop the agonized yell that emerges from her lips as Oleander’s relic goes to work, bone and cartilage growing back into their proper place and forcing the intrusions back outwards through the softer muscle of her back.

“You’re almost there, hold on just a moment longer.” Oli mutters, pressing his fingers deeper into her skin and pumping a last wave of growth through her body to seal the torn muscle that the centipede had left in its wake.

Finally, the glow fades, and Fin is left in a crumpled heap in Arius’ lap, sobbing. Oli pulls his hands away from her back and down to her legs, resting them on her calves and squeezing slightly. “Fin? Can you feel this?” She nods, gasping for breath, and gives a halfhearted kick in Oli’s direction. He sighs in relief and slumps down onto the grass. “Good, we’re all good now...”

Arius pulls her coat off from where it rests across her shoulders and drapes it over Fin, pulling it tightly around her. “Good job kid, you did it, just take a breather okay?” She wraps her arms around Fin fully, able to give her a proper hug now that the centipede’s grip has been lessened. The only response she gets is a quiet whine.

Arius sighs, “get some shuteye, we’ll take care of it from here.” This was about all the permission Fin needed to finally pass out from pain, leaving her face buried in the crook of Arius’ neck. The older woman climbs to her feet, cradling Fin as gently as she can.

“C’mon Oli, let's get her back home.” The two of them set off down the ridge and back towards base. Fin had done the hard work, now it was up to them to do the rest.

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Something, something, the gay agenda

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Hey you whump enjoyers will probably love the violent milf lesbians I've been drawing on my main account

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Whumpees who are not innocent.

Whumpees who have done Very Bad Shit.

Whumpees who know they have done Very Bad Shit.

Whumpees who don't feel guilty for (most of) it. They were doing what they could to survive.

Whumpees who don't want to be told it wasn't their fault. They need to believe they made choices. They need to believe they had some kind of agency.

Whumpees who'd rather be seen as a monster than a victim.

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characters that become the whumpee for being the strongest one

the contrast of the strongest character being taken down to nothing. stoic characters shaking and gasping in a way that’s so unlike them, fighters left limp and lifeless when they’re needed most

characters who are always on the front line, the point man to every operation, taking down all the threats and enemies and generally the best at what they do until missions go wrong and the team has to scramble to the rescue

living weapons always getting beaten, shot, stabbed. so used to bruises and scrapes and violence until something serious really takes them down, forces them to rely on the help of others or suffer alone with only scraps of help from their handler(s)

the protector gets taken out and the other character(s) have to step up, save them, devise an escape plan while much more vulnerable and disadvantaged without their fighter in commission

caretakers that can barely drag whumpee around, much less carry them. whumpee bleeding out as caretaker desperately heaves their dead weight, blood smearing all over tile, slurred pleas to just leave them behind ignored

begging for whumpee to stay awake while pressing slack and bloody fingers around the hilt of a gun

“Please wake up. Wake up. I need you.”

the strongest character worked to the absolute brink, so drained after all the grueling back to back missions they eventually just collapse

fighter character forced into the ring at the whim of some villain or to save the rest of the team. winning round after round but never given any water, never given the chance to take a break. eventually every punch comes sloppy and misplaced, footing uncoordinated, until finally one hit makes them go down and they don’t come up again

fighting while injured, having no other choice but to protect other character(s) while bleeding all over the place, barely able to lift a gun or reduced to just throwing around the weight of their own body with the blind sheer instinct to survive

the strongest characters feeling like they should be last in line for medical treatment, presumed to be okay when really they're always taking the worst or bleeding out from a hidden wound

the greatest threat treated the harshest by captors. characters so dangerous they’re the first one taken down, drugged or hit the hardest, searched and restrained much more thoroughly than the others

characters whose only role is being the fighter/protector, which makes them expendable and first on the chopping block when the whole team is captured

alternatively, fighter character is whisked off to be used for nefarious purposes while the rest of the team is collateral. forced to commit massacres or countless crimes until they come back injured and the captors refuse any sort of care

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So like... a living weapon on trial. The weapon is no where near healed not at all, hasn't done anything for their self since they were rescued. And weapon facing trial for the acts they committed. The most crucial piece of evidence of why weapon shouldn't be punished are the tapes of their training. When the tapes are being shown, weapon shocks everyone and begins crying.

OR

weapon has barely asked for anything, only things they really need. So when they are on trial, they ask to not be in the room when the tapes are played. When weapon comes back in, their stomach curls at the pitying faces surrounding them. Some people are even crying.

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Hi! Just checking in to make sure you're doing alright! Love your art and writing and miss seeing it on my dash! - @evilwriter-originals

Thank you for checking in! I had an unfortunate death in the family so my writing brain hasn't quite been up to working lately. I'm hoping to get back into it soon, I miss seeing your comments whenever I post xD

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That night finds Moira on the hunt for somewhere to catch a few hours of sleep. The eternally pounding drums were barely audible, meaning she had at least three hours before she had to start running again. Picking her way across the the rolling hills, she's made the mistake of relaxing a little, chewing on a piece of her unidentified jerky as she searches for a comfortable tree or outcropping to sleep under. She has not yet learned that there are other things that hunt her, things that don't have the manners to sound drums when they get close....

Before she can even realize what has happened, five of the creatures she had seen back in the village have leapt out of the shadows. Long grasping limbs wrap around her, tangling in her hair and yanking her to the ground. She lets out a shriek of pain, fumbling for the knife that she had been stupid enough to tuck away. A clawed hand slams down on her wrist, pinning it before she can reach her weapon and then yanking it behind her back. Before long her wrists and ankles are tied, and she is left to thrash angrily on the ground, snapping her teeth at anything that gets too close to her mouth.

The one that had grabbed her by the hair still has its grip, yanking her upright and holding her at arms length away. It leers at her, glowing eyes cutting through the dark.

"Well look what we have here me darlings, a little lost Hare all on her lonesome."

She spits at it, still weighing in its grip like a fish, "Says the one that literally has rabbit ears! Now let me go you fuck-"

She's silenced by the creature slamming her face down into the grass.

"Now now my pretty, we best not be making such rude statements like that, it be most improper." The other creatures snicker at that, circling around to look over their new prize. The leader lifts her head again with a fang-filled grin. "Well boys, what do you be thinking we do with such a fine catch as this?"

Their grins grow wide and one by one the other creatures speak up.

"Well, I do believe we could give her to one of the Gentry for a right lovely reward."

"Or mayhaps we keep her ourselves, pull out her marrow and make soup to replace those lovely little tidbits she stole."

"Might we just tie her up and leave her for the wolves to find?"

Moira glares daggers at them all, still tugging uselessly against her captors grip. It's at this point that the last of the creatures speaks up.

"What if we bring the pretty little things to the Court ourselves? The Gentry get a most fancy little party thrown for em if they catch the Hare.... Why don't we go an' take that prize for ourselves?"

This opinion seems by far the most popular, as all five of the creatures break out in horrible dripping grins.

"Oh yes.... that'll do most nicely for us..." The leader looks hungrily down at Moira. "You and we be taking a little trip then missy, won't that be lovely?"

She just scowls in return. "What the fuck are you talking about? Since when does someone have a reward out for me??? I'm not even from here!"

The leader laughs again, giving her a forceful tug as the group begins to walk. "Oh dear, the little Hare doesn't know what's become of her. Isn't that sad, me darlings?" The other four shake their heads mockingly.

"Dearie doesn't even know about the Hunt-"

"Poor thing, ignorance be a great curse in these times-"

"I reckon she wouldn't know a Gentry even if one stabbed her though that lovely little heart-"

"Oh fuck off," she snarls, trying once more to yank herself out of their grip. "I do in fact know that I'm being hunted. I'm not that stupid!" But they just laugh once more, dragging her away into the uncaring night...

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The town that Moira eventually finds is small, barely enough to qualify as a village, but to her it may as well be the capital city itself. It's nearing nightfall as she enters by a side road, relief filling her bones as she takes in the moss thatched cottages and gently smoking chimneys. Catching sight of a building that seems larger and more open than the rest, she forward and peeks through the window.

Inside, the inhabitants are gathered around a large central fire pit, obviously in the middle of some evening meal. What gives her pause are the creatures themselves though... they aren't like the gods who have been hunting her, but they're certainly not human either. Their arms are long and hang to their knees, rabbit like ears adorn their heads, and instead of eyes they have empty sockets with burning coals set deep within.

Her heart sinks and she takes a step away from the window, so much for finding people like her... She turns away and starts creeping towards the smaller houses on the outskirts of the village. Asking for help directly is far too much of a risk, stealing a bit of food from a garden or open kitchen window however...

Thirty minutes later finds her sneaking out of an outdoor cellar, her cloak tied into a makeshift bag in order to carry half a dozen weird fruits, a handful of unidentified jerky and some weird wrapped package of what she thinks is nuts. She's honestly feeling rather good about the current state of affairs, the drums are still distant, and she's finally got something to eat.

Making her way out of town, she pokes through her spoils and selects one of the fruits. It's the size of her fist, bright red like an apple but with soft flesh similar to a peach. She inspects it for a moment, weighing the possibility of poison before deciding that the creatures in the town were eating it just fine and she's too hungry to care.

She's never tasted anything like it. Sweeter than the purest honey and dripping with golden juice, the entire thing is gone in seconds, the small inner seeds tossed away. She's so engrossed with her second fruit that she doesn't notice the figure crouched on the roofs behind her, burning coal eyes watching as she makes her way out into the night....

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Psst, hi, it's Ink and Ash, do you have a tag where I can find all of your writing? 👀

Omg, hello! I actually have a bunch of short stories that take place in my fantasy world that I’m writing a novel for. The characters are all the same, though the stories that got posted are not strictly canon, especially the earlier ones.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I suggest checking them out on ao3, because I’m sure tumblr tag searching is a mess with those.

But yeah, the novel itself is in progress at almost 30k words! I’m not sharing that one till it’s published or going out to beta readers. However, writing all those whumpy short stories helped me figure out what I liked and didn’t like, and what I wanted to keep and so on. It definitely helped with getting a feel for the characters too. So by the time I got to starting the novel, I felt familiar with a lot of it already.

Sorry for rambling! Just explaining what’s going on with that! Thank you so much for your interest!!

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YESSSS!!! I know what I'm gonna be reading tonight!

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Moira had taken off sprinting with the sun high overhead, spending precious daylight getting as far away as possible from the gods and their drums. She hadn't stopped until they had faded into the distance and been utterly silent for over an hour.

Eventually she staggers to a halt and slumps down against the base of a willow tree, gasping for breath and trembling. The pain of traveling through the Rift has slowly faded over the last few hours, leaving her skin raw and sensitive, but still better than before.

A river flows past a few feet away, it's bed studded with luminous jewels instead of stone. Wheezing, she crawls over and dunks her face in the crystal clear water. It's the most beautiful thing she's ever tasted. Having drunk her fill, she leans back and takes stock of her surroundings.

Smooth mossy boulders bordered the river, and lovely ancient willows swept their silvery leaves across the surface of the water. The sun was setting, bathing the entire scene in warm golden light. With all the panic and running, she had not quite realized how beautiful the land beyond the Rift truly was.

Stretching, Moira gets to her feet and begins looking for somewhere to hide for the night. Her time was almost up, and she didn't want to know what the gods would do come nightfall.

After some consideration, Moira ends up climbing into the highest branches of one of the willows, hiding herself among the thickest leaves and wrapping herself in her cloak. This should be good enough. Her eyes slowly slip shut and she falls into an exhausted slumber...

She was not prepared for what was to happen come nightfall...

The sound of drums awaken her once more, and she sits bolt upright, listening with baited breath. The forest is pitch black around her, she can't even see the ground below. Far off in the distance but approaching quickly, she can hear them. Not the three drums that have been haunting her since before she even entered the Rift... No, this time there are dozens of them. Drums and horns and bells and otherworldly voices all creating a single song that only ever gets louder.

She starts scrambling up the willow, getting as high as she can into the branches to try and peer out into the dark....

There! Gleaming silver light between the trees, though she can't make out the figures themselves. Dozens of them in all directions, all heading directly towards her. In that moment she realizes they know exactly where she is. Hiding would be of no help.

Clutching her dagger between her teeth, she clambers down the tree and takes off running in the direction with the fewest lights. The Hunt is on.

The wolves are the first to find her, great white beasts with gleaming blue eyes and limbs that are far too long and lanky for any natural hound. They almost seem to dance between the trees as they chase, the air filling with their barking laughter as they run alongside her, their eyes the only light in the darkness.

She doesn't realize what they're doing until it's too late. Sprinting forward she lunges out of the trees and into a clearing. A clearing full of Gods. Moira had been so preoccupied by their snarling maws, she hadn't realized that they were not chasing her, they were herding her towards their masters.

There are at least a dozen of the gods, each more beautiful than the last, with great flowing robes and cruel pointed claws. She skids to a halt, looking desperately for a way out, but the wolves behind her and the gods in front of her have blocked any escape.

One by one the gods draw weapons, long and delicate blades made of bronze and sea spray. The air fills with the sound of their song and laughter, and one tilts its head to smile at her with pitying condescension. It is taller than the rest, crowned in candlelight and dressed in garments finer than any she has ever seen.

"Poor little hare... To run so quick and be caught so soon. Worry not, we will drape your flesh over the finest silver, and place your heart upon a pedestal of gold. Your beauty shall adorn the halls of my Court for years to come."

Eyes widening in horror, Moira makes a split second decision. Before the candle crowned god can run her through, she lunges at the one of the hounds blocking her way, slamming a knife into it's ribs and launching herself over it's back. The rest are after her in seconds, claws catching at her cloak and digging into her back.

She doesn't let the pain stop her, if she does she'll be done for. Instead she runs, stumbling over roots obscured by the darkness and chased by the crowned gods laughter...

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The Candle Crowned God