Intro post I guess? This is my first time making a side blog so hopefully I’m doing it right
This is basically where I’m going to be putting my whump-y content so it’s not on my main blog
What to expect:
Sketches
Writing (mostly OCs)
My longer stories:
For His Kingdom (Tumblr Masterlist) (main whump story AO3) (recovery/romance continuation AO3)
The Prisoner Prince (Masterlist; semi-abandoned)
My writing can also be found on AO3 though I don’t update it there quite as frequently because I try to do larger chapters while the parts posted here are often smaller scenes
Art series:
Hot Rangers in Chains aka Plinko Pinup (Masterlist)
Favorite whump things to write/draw:
Chain/bound whump
Whipping whump
Stress position whump
Forced to kneel
Royal whump
Slave whump
Medieval whump (pretty much everything I write will technically be medieval or medieval-adjacent in setting)
What I will not post:
Sexual violence
Explicit nudity/nsfw (with the exception of occasional artistic non-explicit nudity)*
Body horror
Extreme mutilation or disfigurement (at least of the main characters)
Eye stuff or teeth stuff
Domestic violence
Abuse of minors
*I will be writing some consensual caretaker x whumpee romance in my stories, but the scenes posted as part of the main story will stay on the safe side of explicit. More explicit scenes/art will be on AO3 as “bonus content”
I will not be doing any commissions for any of this content; this is just for my enjoyment as I feel like it (feel free to send suggestions though!)
Content: nothing particularly warning-worthy in this one, just the ladies figuring out their place and things being better than they might have worried
The following day, as Maira and Martha readied for the day, a knock sounded. Martha opened the door to see the newly-named Duchess Eva, Reinold’s wife, at their door.
“Forgive my intrusion, but… I suspect I may be able to offer you some aid you may not yet know you need.”
Martha raised an eyebrow, but opened the door wider, beckoning the woman inside.
Eva continued, “After my husband’s unexpected rise in rank, from palace steward to king, I was faced with some of what you now face. Of course, we had titles before, and when the King was away, it was our responsibility to manage affairs in his absence, but there is a great difference in rank and treatment between a steward and a royal. I know your own situation is much different, but I would aid both of you in finding your place here.”
The two women nodded. Martha’s face was drawn, looking as if she was ready to girt herself for battle. “In the empire, there were always courtiers and nobles in the palace and a constant social battle of power. Here, we have only seen you and the other ladies who manage the palace affairs. Now that our station has changed, what politicking must we be prepared for? Is there a greater court that we will be introduced to now? Do we need fear attempts on our lives?”
Eva’s mouth dropped open and she stared in horror for a few moments before she could form a reply. “No… it is not… nay, that is not how things are done.” She paused. “Truly, there was such backstabbing and intrigue in the emperor’s own home?”
Equal surprise widened Martha and Maira’s eyes both, and the relief of it made Martha nearly drop, resting her hand on a chair back to steady herself.
Almost hesitant, she replied, “It was. Even the chamberlain ruled with an iron fist.”
Behind her, Maira winced.
The duchess let out a heavy breath, stepping further into the room. “I promise you, that has never been the way of things here. Truly, your place as honor-given nobles of the royal household is rather new, but you do not need to fear cruelty or conniving plots among those here. The women of or wed to men of the king’s Council will be joining us upon my invitation, but you have naught to fear from them.”
“Even… Well, do any of the councillors' daughters have intent upon Ci— the King? For… marriage?” Maira could feel her face redden.
To her credit, the duchess did not seem taken aback. “Maira, you are a hero and the entire land lauds you. Any who tried to match their daughters to the king have been rebuffed or forced to wait, as he was too busy trying to rule after his father’s untimely death, and then believed dead or lost while a very married man with a son far too young for any courtship held the throne. I do not think any will begrudge you his hand if that is what you are asking.”
Maira flushed redder, but Eva did not give her time to respond. “Now, you are going to join me and the others for breakfast today. The king can do without you for a morning, and I intend to make sure you are properly integrated in the household. Besides,” she added, “most members of the council that have been present for the managing of the coronation and King Cinn’s return shall be departing soon for their own estates, so this will be an important opportunity to engage with them at your new rank and seek their wisdom regarding it.”
Martha gave her daughter a wry side glance, but they both followed the other woman to the small parlour where the women of the household took their breakfast.
To both women’s relief, Eva had spoken true. When they entered the parlor where smaller meals and meetings were held, the women gathered greeted them with curtseys and smiles. Those of or connected to the Council who they had not met before greeted them warmly and introduced themselves as servants laid out the simple breakfast fare.
Martha smiled at the other women. “It seems we will be remaining here to dwell, and have not need to throw ourselves upon any of your mercies for a position amongst your household staff.”
The eldest of the women, the wife of the Lord Treasurer, chuckled and patted her arm. “My dear, none of these women would have hesitated to aid you, but you are never going to be a servant again.”
“I do hope that we will not be expected to only sit around and eat in leisure, nonetheless.”
A few of the others laughed at this. “I don’t know how things were done in that horrid empire, but most of us have our own households and estates to manage alongside our husbands.”
“Indeed, all the resting, rides through the countryside, and walks in the garden that you have been likely driven to boredom by are far from routine,” agreed another, tone light with amusement. “For honored guests, of course, but rank is its own burden.”
Eva interrupted before more could be added. “There is still much leisure, never fear — you will not be working yourselves to the bone. Even the King often goes for a ride in the afternoon, if the weather permits.”
“So what will be our work, then?” Maira spread butter on a piece of fresh bread.
Hesitation hung in the room for a moment before Eva spoke. “Truthfully, your position is an uncommon one, but you will likely be sought as counsel for the King and aid in managing the household when there is need for such aid.”
“And of course, travel and social visits in time,” added another woman.
At that point, many of the other women chimed in, making suggestions for such visits — some spoke of their vineyards, others beaches and lakes, still others festivals and tournaments. By the time all went their own ways, Martha and Maira had a litany of invitations to be followed up on in the coming months.
Whumpee is the younger of identical twins but was shipped off to military or something else since he was “the spare”. The brother became king but was a horrible person. Whumpee tried to stop him but was thrown in the dungeon. Now there’s been a rebellion and they’ve mistaken whumpee for his brother and want to make him pay — and he feels responsible for not stopping his brother and doesn’t protest
I tried my hand at Mish and Riko from the Signal War series by @suchprettypieces! (Despite this art being decidedly non-whumpy, the story is very much so, and y’all should all read it!)
I decided to try to capture their dynamic and vibes (ie Mish affectionately-but-also-annoyed rolling her eyes at Riko’s antics and Riko animatedly telling some absurd tall tale to get people to leave him alone). Not sure if I fully succeeded but I did my best!
I did steal Mish’s design details from @deerslayer14 whose Mish art is absolutely peak
Guys, my flabbers are ghasting. @hot-rangers-in-chains of For His Kingdom fame has drawn Riko and Mish!
And she captured them as he's midway through the telling of one of his RIDICULOUS sex tales! Look at Mish's expression, her eyes are ROLLING so hard.
Look at his arms all akimbo, and that stupid grin; he's so completely dedicated to the craft of WEAVING HIS WEB OF SEX LIES.
But the best part is their expressions and body language. He's facing his (horrified) audience, and her back is to him, because not even Mish can take Riko at his peak.
I need you to imagine the energy in the room. He is fully, and I mean FULLY committed to reeling people into his tale, and he is also making it as awful and awkward and horrifyingly cringey as he can, and they're all hanging on to his every word, because he is a MASTER STORYTELLER but at the same time everyone at the bar is fucking leaning AWAY, and he's clawing for their attention with ALL HIS ENERGY.
Imagine people grimacing in abject fascination and terror.
They will remember this moment and they will never EVER ask if him and Mish are dating or bonking or whatever. Because if someone does, he will get a manic gleam in his eye and take in a sharp, preparatory breath, and people who remember this night will literally knock barstools over trying to get away because they will know a sex story is coming.
After Riko takes his bow, Mish's friends will come to her one by one and ask her if all that really happened, and Mish will shrug and make a non-committal noise. She'll bring the drink to her mouth to hide her smile, they will think she's being uncharacteristically shy, and OF COURSE SHE IS because Riko just described in grand detail how they-- and then the-- it cannot even be retold.
It's only been minutes, but nobody can recall the exact details anymore because the story has simultaneously seared itself into their brains and also given them some sort of brain damage.
I love this so much, SO SO SO MUCH! AAAUGH thank you @hot-rangers-in-chains / @nerdylizard5!!!!!
Some relevant lore: Riko's vibe // Description of Mish // What are Riko and Mish to each other?
I tried my hand at Mish and Riko from the Signal War series by @suchprettypieces! (Despite this art being decidedly non-whumpy, the story is very much so, and y’all should all read it!)
I decided to try to capture their dynamic and vibes (ie Mish affectionately-but-also-annoyed rolling her eyes at Riko’s antics and Riko animatedly telling some absurd tall tale to get people to leave him alone). Not sure if I fully succeeded but I did my best!
I did steal Mish’s design details from @deerslayer14 whose Mish art is absolutely peak
Something really amazing about the whump community is that all or most of us spent a lot of our lives thinking we were alone in loving whump, only to discover an entire community of people who understand and SHARE that interest!
Like there was this feeling of isolation and otherness that we all dealt with because of it and then boom, one day you stumble into this community and boom, you’re not alone!
And it’s so cool and so wonderful to get to enjoy this kind of content with other people who don’t judge you the way you feared always feared people would. You just get to be open and honest about your enjoyment with other people who get it.
Honestly, so much love for the whump community. 🤍🤍🤍
Maira watched Cinn with worry as he finally entered the Great Hall. The young man Loys heralded him, proclaiming loudly, “All hail King Cinn!”
The hall echoed with the shout. Cinn strode down the center of the hall, followed by Akon, and all knelt as he passed. At the high table, Reinold gestured him to the high seat with a bow, and Cinn took his place.
Maira caught his eye, and he saw her concern. His expression shifted to a brief pained smile, a small shrug lifting his shoulders, before he resumed the mask of royal performance. He turned to the crowd, lifting his hands.
“Please, rise! Before we begin, I have one thing I wish to announce.”
The crowd’s eyes were all turned towards the table, and Maira watched Cinn with confusion.
“I have taken up the crown once more, but this day is not mine alone. There are those that must be honored too, for all that they have done to make it possible. Thus Martha and Maira, who as all know were pivotal in my return to our land, are granted the titles of Lady, to be honored and provided for for the rest of their lives as members of the royal household. And Akon, as the leader of my fellow captives and a general whose own king betrayed him, I name as head of my personal guard and a knight of this land.”
Surprise froze Maira where she stood. He had promised this, certainly, but even here it had seemed a distant thing. And now that he was king, he owed her nothing. But now he was sharing the day of his honor to elevate them?
Would they accept her?
The women of the court had been welcoming, certainly, but she and her mother were novelties, not peers.
Yet the hall, full of courtiers and visiting nobles, erupted in cheers and cries of “Hail, Lady Martha! Hail, Lady Maira! Hail, Sir Akon!”
Martha took Maira’s hand, and she looked at her mother, both with matching teary smiles. Her mother squeezed her hand, then looked over at Akon as well, who matched smiles to their own.
On Cinn’s other side, Reinold beamed, clapping Cinn on the shoulder as he joined in the cheers.
Cinn then turned to Reinold. “And the man who served as steward whilst I ruled before, and king to serve you all in my absence, I name a Duke, granting him the governance of the western province that has in the past been royal holdings. He shall be the chief of my advisors among my household, and he and his line shall carry this title and honor as long as they continue to serve the throne and people well.”
More shouts and cheers erupted at this, filling the hall with volume that seemed to shake the rafters. Reinold gave the young king a solemn nod, smile now turned serious with the acknowledgement of this proclamation.
When the cheering at last quieted, all took their seats and the first course was served. Cinn looked to Maira, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “Did I not promise?”
Throat tight, she nodded. “Thank you, sire. Cinn.”
The banquet was filled with performances and music to surpass any other since their return — with the notable exception of the pervasive new ballad, on Cinn’s request, transmitted by Loys. When the food was all eaten and the tables had been cleared, the visiting nobility approached Cinn’s throne in turn to bow and pledge their loyalty. Each brought gifts, their attendants bearing them and kneeling and offering the gifts to Cinn as they kissed the king’s hands to swear fealty.
Bayard offered a horse’s tack, the leather elegantly decorated in gold. A beautiful grey steed had been gifted as well, though the creature could not be brought in the hall for presentation. Cinn accepted with a smile.
“I look forward to joining you on rides with this new steed, my friend.”
More gifts were brought: jewelry and elegant clothing, statues of gold and silver, even an elegantly crafted manuscript of the nation’s greatest ballads. The manuscript Cinn had to suppress a wince as he accepted, forcing himself to make a gracious response of thanks.
Finally, the parade of nobility ended.
Cinn stayed seated, observing quietly, as the musicians struck up lively tunes and the guests and household took to the floor to dance. Martha and Maira, he noticed, remained to the side of the room and did not join.
It was dark by the time the revelry dissipated and the guests departed — some, who dwelt close enough, for their homes, and others for the houses in the city that would be hosting them as honored guests for the coronation.
When the palace had become quiet again, Cinn made for his chambers, exhausted.
Reinold stopped him.
“Sire.” The older man’s voice was thick with emotion. “It is good to have you back where you belong.”
“You kept it well, Reinold. I would have let you keep it if you had wished, if it was best for our people.”
Reinold shook his head. “Nay. It was never what I was made to do. You are the one the people love and look to. I know you have suffered much, but I also know what it is for you to be where you fit, and that throne is yours.”
Cinn wanted to disagree — to plead that he had given all he had, to argue that he was too broken for it — yet even as he tried, the words stuck in his mouth. Though the people over-lauded him, focused too much on his scars, he had meant all he said that morning. This was his duty, yes, but it was also his purpose. So he simply nodded, then turned away to go and find some measure of rest.
Thank you so much, Charlie, for bringing my babies to life! I couldn't be happier with how this turned out 😭💜
Pictured are my oc's Resh and Carr from my series Hidden Depths (linked).
[ID: A sketch depicting two people standing in a stable, hugging. Carr's arms are wrapped around Resh's waist, head laid on his chest. Resh's arms are wrapped around Carr's shoulders. His face is pressed to the top of Carr's head, and he looks happy.]
