whump & nsfw art blog. im an adult lizard doing lizard things like drawing scandalous atrocities and drinking tea. commission status: slots full, waitlist open. resquest status: closed
I am an adult lizard, and I write stories and draw things.
Please call me Lizard, I use she/her pronouns, and I have a lot of anxieties.
Here you’ll find links to all of my ongoing whump storylines to make it easy for you to get right into it.
I mostly write medieval fantasy whump, with defiant whumpees and lesbians/queer folk. I do sketches to go with each story.
I also write and draw nsfwhump, but I always tag very thoroughly to try and make sure everyone is well warned in advance.
I tag asks and non-story text posts in #lovelizard tag, so if you dont like seeing them you know how to remove them.
Each of my story posts has a ‘Previous’ and ’Next’ link at the bottom so you can easily navigate them chronologically. I will link the first post of each story here for you to start out.
If you'd like to be added to any tag lists, please let me know.
Sometimes I draw non-whump things, and sometimes I'll open art requests for your OCs. I also have plans to do free YCH art raffles and things like that in the future. My commissions are currently [OPEN]
I'm always happy to answer any questions you might have. Thank you for reading and enjoying my works, and thank you for welcoming me warmly into the whump community!
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Waiting For You
This story is about Iska, an angry and abrasive young mage who is captured, tortured, and experimented on - and Meres, the weak-willed right-hand man of the whumper - who must work together to escape their situations, and search for freedom and happiness together.
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Field of Stars
This story is based in the Stardew Valley universe and follows Sebastian and Eve, the farmer who moved into the valley just looking for a new peaceful life - who also happens to be a purple alien wanted by the government.
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Here In The Garden
This story is about Ariadne, a faerie who unfortunately gets captured and imprisoned by a cruel human whose intent is to breed faeries like pets.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains noncon and nsfwhump themes
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Fate's Bitter Song
This story is about Piper, the half-elf advisor to a queen who was violently deposed by a coup on the same night she was crowned. She sacrifices herself so that the queen can escape and ends up in the cruel grasp of a man who will do anything to her to get what he wants.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains graphic noncon and nsfwhump themes
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Ma'esha / My Person
This story is based in the Dragon Age world, and focuses on Tellana, a Dalish elf working as a prostitute in a city, when she becomes unfortunately, miserably entangled with a cruel Tevinter mage.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains graphic noncon and nsfwhump themes
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Baited Breath
This story is about Esther, who is serving out a 10 year prison sentence on an alien moon, being used as live bait by scientists and researchers who are studying the native marine species.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains suggestions of noncon and nsfwhump themes
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The Devil's Darling
This story centers around Petr - a he/him lesbian working in the underground world of violence and lust - and Juliette, the femme he works for and a woman who is unpredictable, sadistic, and who loves drugging him.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains dubcon, noncon, and nsfw themes
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Learn to Love Again
This story is about Athena, a winged woman who was held captive in a tower for most of her existence, and Locke, the butch lesbian who rescued her, travelling together and learning how to live and love.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains graphic noncon and nsfwhump themes
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Yuna
This story is a short series following Yuna, and her search for justice after she and fellow strippers have fallen victim to a criminal the police can't apprehend.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story contains noncon mentions and nsfwhump themes
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A Long Way Home (Hiatus)
This story focuses on Opal, a gentle dwarf woman, who is kidnapped to be sold on the non-human market, and her struggles and suffering as she desperately tries to return home.
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Forlorn as the Flowers (Hiatus)
This story focuses on Lady Iris, a young noblewoman and daughter of a baron and Mabel, her closest friend, the daughter of a knight. Iris' father is in heavy debt to the son of the ruling lord, and he makes both of their lives hell while they just try to survive.
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Witch Breaker (Hiatus)
This story is set in the early 1600s witch trials, and uses era-accurate dialogue (lots of thee's and thou's). It is a brutal tale of Abigail, who is accused of being a witch, and her trials as she suffers at the hands of someone called 'The Witch Breaker'.
CONTENT WARNING: This story will eventually contain graphic noncon and nsfwhump themes
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Gone Rogue (Hiatus)
This story is about Whynne, who gets caught and separated from her adventuring party, and then used as bait to lure them all to their doom and captivity, serving under an evil deity-like being.
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains noncon and nsfwhump themes
to those waiting for commissions, i have lizard family in from out of town this week, so things will take a little longer than previously estimated. please be assured i am still working on your art, just slower. thank you for your patience 🦎
"I take no pleasure in your suffering, Dee...but you can end this any time. Just say it. Things will only get worse from here, so...Please, just say it."
another finished commission for @bamber344, this time of their OCs Taron and Dahlia!
Want some art for yourself? Check out my Summer Sale 🦎
Just wanted to say that your artwork and writing are so incredible!! They're always suck heartthrobs :3 Could you share a few tips on drawing faces and how you keep them looking consistant?
Thank you!
hello there!, thaank you very much for the sweet compliment! as far as my tips for drawing faces, i generally start with a circle and build the chin down from that, i use a big plus shape across the face to place the eyes and other facial features (though still have to adjust them sometimes), and try to use simple shapes to build out the rest of the head!
for keeping them looking consistent that's a whole other barrel of fish haha, its definitely challenging, but i try to pinpoint certain features that i can repeat each time. for example: [round chin, smooth cheeks, wide eyes, short nose] or [square chin, sharp jaw, lidded eyes, long nose]. things like that help me at least keep the general feel of a character's face the same even if i cant get it perfect each time. :)
For the summer months I am offering waist-up/half-body sketch commissions for a reduced price, so if you've ever considered getting some art of your special little guy (and it would be financially responsible to do so) now's an excellent time to consider it!
Pretty much anything goes for my commission art, that includes nsfwhump themes and plenty of other fun whump topics! For full rules you can check out my Main Commission Post!
Every commission helps this lizard out a lot, bugs and fruits and enclosure bedding isn't cheap! Sharing also helps me out, but there's never any pressure! Okay thanks you guys! 🦎
"You just sit there and think about what you've done. I'll return for you later, perhaps three, four hours? And you'd best be prepared to apologise when I do."
finally she is here, the art raffle prize for @whumperfly-in-the-sky of their princess OC in a bit of a predicament!
The king didn't come after her.
He stood, half-lit by the firelight, crimson silk robe hanging open to reveal his hair-covered chest and the slight bulge of his gut.
No matter how she tried, Ava couldn't catch her breath, couldn't pull her eyes away for fear that he would move without her knowing.
The oppressive warmth of the kitchens below the castle billowed around Ava, as she slipped in through the servant's entrance and hurried past smoking cauldrons of trout soup and the thumping sound of cutting knives hitting wood.
"Goodness, are you back again?" One of the cooks, an older woman with deeply tanned skin and a puckering scar across her cheek, called after her.
But Ava ignored her, and she ignored the usual pleasant greetings of the kitchen staff.
There was only one person on her mind.
Further in the back, where the heat dispersed through tiny warped-glass windows, and earthy smell of fresh herbs overcame the sickly stench of sweating women standing over sweltering ranges.
"Oh, good evening Ava."
There she was, as always, standing buried to the hip in crates of herbs and spices and roots and bugs, and all things that could be plucked from the floor of the forests beyond the castle walls.
"Lily -" Ava muttered, her voice a hoarse croak.
Already she felt drawn to tears.
The girl faced her with a calm, crooked smile and blinking long lashes over grey-green eyes, wide and round through her thick spectacles.
"Oh dear, what's happened now?"
"Lily, let's do it, today."
"Do…?"
"Lets run away -"
Ava's trembling hands, almost of their own accord, reached out to clasp at Lily's and pulled towards the door. She could feel the creases of her face, screwed in urgency, and the infuriating sting of tears in the back of her throat.
Lily's smile fell, her big eyes glanced past Ava to the door - which still hung half open - and then back again.
"All of the sudden? I - I haven't packed, we don't have food or plans, let's talk later tonight and we can leave first thing tomor-"
"No, today! Right now!" Ava urged in a hiss, swallowing hard against her rising temper.
She could hear it.
The telltale click of heeled boots on the cracked stones of the kitchen floor.
A sound that could never be scrubbed from her mind.
"Wait, Ava, tell me what's the matter. When we last talked you didn't even hear me out, and -"
"Stop arguing!" Ava snapped, "We have to go! Now!"
"We - we can't just leave without a -"
"Avaline."
The chill of her name being spoken by that same calm, flat tone ran all the way up Ava's spine and washed all the colour from her face.
Both of them turned to face the door, where stood the steward to the king in his silken amber finery and cutting a vastly different silhouette to anyone else that should have been in the kitchens.
Lily presented a quick bow to the Steward, and Ava - after a long, cruel moment of eye contact with the man - also gave a bow.
"Yes, my Lord." Ava responded through clenched teeth.
"I hadn't realised a chamber maid had so much free time as to lark about in the herb cupboard of the kitchens…"
He tilted a mildly disdainful look at Lily, who wilted under his gaze.
Ava's hands clasped tightly together, so tightly that her nails dug deeply into her palm.
Everything in her screamed to run.
Push past him, leave Lily behind, just run and never look back.
But instead, she took a half-step in front of her friend.
"I don't, my Lord. I…I had a stomachache. And came to get some numbing herbs. That's all."
The Steward sniffed at the answer, but didn't bother probing.
"It's getting on towards night," the Steward said, "His Majesty will need a fresh fire in the hearth."
Ava took in a sharp breath through her nose.
What a joke.
The King always kept his own fire.
"I'm really not feeling well, my Lord. I wouldn't want to make his Majesty ill…"
She could feel Lily's eyes on her; confused, uncertain. The pain of guilt stung in her chest, her eyes lingered on the floor and the fine doeskin boots that belonged to the Steward.
Her mind was reeling with memories -
The fierce burn of fear in her stomach, the contained fury at touches too gentle, burning, rough skin, wet lips and teeth…
"Well, I suppose I could always find someone else…"
Ava flinched, raising her head to watch the Steward's eyes fall appraisingly on Lily.
Ava looked nothing like her friend; where she had soft curves Ava was flat and lanky, where Lily's tan, round face was framed with tight honey-brown curls, Ava's hair was limp and dark, and hung in curtains around her slim, sallow face.
In anyone's eyes, Lily was the better choice - the more succulent cut of meat.
A shudder like a bolt of lightning went through her.
With a careful, slow step, Ava raised a defending arm in front of Lily, setting her jaw and squaring her shoulders.
"She…is a kitchen servant, not a chamber maid."
A tense moment passed.
Then the Steward shrugged, and Ava let out the breath she'd been holding.
"Take some herbs for your stomach," he instructed, "and then come out of here when you're finished."
The door clicked closed behind him as he left them alone - but it would only be for a moment. He wasn't used to waiting, and neither was the King.
"Why is the Royal Steward coming to fetch you in person?" Lily whispered as soon as the door clicked closed, "You tend the King now? What's going on?"
Ava shook her head, and tried to take a step but her knees had gone weak, and she stumbled against the wooden drawers that lined the walls of the herb closet.
"Nothing…" she mumbled, "nothing, nothing - I - I need to go now."
"Ava?" Lily reached out to steady her, but Ava could barely raise her head, and her shoulders jerked away from the gentle touch of her friend.
She'd expected the tears to come already, but they were stuck in a lump in her throat.
"It's okay, I'm okay - I have to go -"
"Wait, Ava -"
"Tomorrow," Ava said, turning a forced smile towards her, "Pack your things tonight. Let's both go, tomorrow."
Lily blinked her big eyes, her thick brows furrowed, and then her freckled face, which was beautiful in the warm light of the setting sun, relaxed slightly.
"Okay…" she agreed, "Tomorrow, then."
The slow march back through the kitchen was torture; every single eye in the room burned into her, the hiss of gossiping whispers, the bubbling of soup in a cauldron - the cacophony playing underneath the clicking of heels on stone.
For a moment Ava lingered, her eyes catching the glinting edge of a knife stuck in the countertop…
But the moment passed, and she continued on, and as if in the blink of an eye found herself once again standing outside the looming, carved doors of the King's bed chambers.
The Steward stood nearby, watching her with a brow raised.
Ava's heart was choking her, thumping so hard against the cage of her ribs it may as well have been trying to escape out through her chest.
Her hand trembled, hovering in the air as she raised it to knock.
Not again…she couldn't do it again…
A sharp rapping on the door made her jump - it was the Steward, who knocked in her place.
"Your Majesty," he called, " A maid has arrived to tend your hearth."
Every muscle in Ava's body tensed.
There was a silence that followed, which hung heavy on her with dread.
And then, from inside:
"Come in."
Her lips pressed into a tight line.
She glanced again at the Steward, but he wasn't even looking at her anymore.
Maybe she could run.
Surely she was at least faster than some pampered steward in heeled boots.
Could she dodge the guards? Could she make it to a door? Or even a window…?
Ava could feel her breaths coming short and quick, a feral sort of panic beginning to overcome her.
But just as she worked up the courage to turn and flee, the bedroom door creaked open, flooding the hall with flickering firelight - and standing silhouetted there was the broad, robed figure of the King.
His long mane of curled hair fell around his shoulders, and his square features were strangely lit in the dusty haze of firelight.
Standing heads above her, wide and orange and hunched, bedrobe shimmering in the darkness…he seemed almost a monster.
"Y…your Majesty - I -"
"I said come in, didn't I?"
"Yes - I - I just - I was just -"
Ava's words were cut off with a squeal as she the king clapped a fleshy hand on her arm and tugged her into the room.
His strength was familiar and overwhelming, pulling her around like a rag doll with one hand as he slammed his bedroom door closed with the other.
"You really do test my patience," he sighed, holding her out at arms length and raking his eyes over her body.
"Please let me go - your Majesty, I - I don't want -"
She was interrupted again when her arm was released with a rough shove, and she stumbled backwards into the middle of the room.
Her legs threatened to give out, and her body trembled with cold at the extremities despite the stifling warmth of the room from the full, crackling fire.
The king didn't come after her.
He stood, half-lit by the firelight, crimson silk robe hanging open to reveal his hair-covered chest and the slight bulge of his gut.
No matter how she tried, Ava couldn't catch her breath, couldn't pull her eyes away for fear that he would move without her knowing.
She flinched as he plodded an easy path across the rich carpet, right past her, and took a seat on the edge of the bed with a weary groan.
He sat for only a moment; expectant. Then heaved a sigh.
"Well? Strip." The king prompted.
Ava felt the stalled tears from earlier tearing up from her throat and pricking her eyes.
"No - no, no -"
"You'd rather do it clothed? Again?"
Ava's body lurched, fear too powerful for anger to grow. How could she snap at the king? How could she deny him?
"Please, your Majesty! Please, this isn't right -!"
"Enough. Come here."
"No - no, I - " Ava took a shaking step back.
"Come here, I say."
"I wont!"
She turned to flee - overcome by that same feral panic.
Not quick enough.
Despite his size, the king was fast and his hands fell on her before she could even take two steps. Or maybe he had expected this, ready to preempt an escape.
He gabbed at her clothes, and then her waist.
His arms folded around her like two great logs and pulled her back onto the bed
"Squirrely little thing," the king rumbled into her ear, forcing her arms down next to her head and hiking one of his knees between her legs.
"Stop! Please, don't do this, your Majesty -!"
She tried to twist and struggle out of his grasp, kicking out, straining her head away - but not daring to harm him.
The ruler of the kingdom could just as easily send her to the castle prison for the rest of her life as he could send her straight to the gallows.
"You're the only one - the only one who refuses my favour," the king said huskily, pressing hot kisses down her tense neck.
He let go of one of her wrists to explore her body, and ignored her desperate shoves as he pulled the hem of her skirt up around her waist and squeezed her thigh.
"No, no - please - wait - !"
"You have no reason to deny me, I've never harmed you, have I? Aren't I your King? Where is your loyalty to the crown?"
His hand dipped between her thighs and rubbed at the heat there. Ava's breath caught sharply, her teeth clenched.
"I don't want to…" she sobbed, crying out as the king pressed a thick finger inside her; "I don't want to! Please!"
"You say that every time, but your body thinks differently," the king laughed into her ear.
Ava's sobs mixed bitterly with moans.
Waves of terrible pleasure crashed over her, shivered up her spine, and made her gasp for air.
"Please - please -!"
A sharp sting of pain shot up through her abdomen as his nail scratched her on the way out.
"Your Majesty, please - aghh!"
The robe fell away from his body as he pressed a burning hot bulge against the place he'd just finished with.
"Don't - don't!"
"Just keep squirming," the king breathed, "I like it."
The king forced himself inside her with a groan of pleasure.
A scream ripped from Ava's throat; a desperate, ragged, hopeless sound.
The king groaned and panted hot breath against the top of her head.
With a blind hand he tore the front of her dress open and groped at her breasts.
Her body jolted with each heavy thrust.
But, there was no pain.
Just the discomfort of fullness, the heat of a strong body crushing her, and numbness in the hand that was still being trapped tightly against the bed.
Far away, the fire still crackled in the hearth.
Through teary eyes, Ava could see the twisted, flickering shadows of herself and the king dancing on the far wall.
She almost removed herself from the moment entirely, but was brought crashing back to reality when the king sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her breast.
"Aaghh!"
"I said keep squirming, didn't I? Do I have to do everything myself?"
Ava tried to speak, but the only thing that came out was a strangled sob.
The anger she'd been holding back burst out of her.
She wailed, and thrashed her head, and with her one free hand pushed and scratched - at the king's chest, at his face; she pulled his hair, and even tried to get at his eyes.
All the while, the king moaned and thrust into her, a leering grin on his wide face, seeming to enjoy every moment.
"Stop! Stop!" She screamed, trying to twist her hips away from him but stuck firmly pinned under his weight, "Get off of me! Get off! Disgusting bastard!"
The king's breath hitched, his hips crushed against her, faster and faster.
"Yes…" he groaned, taking a full swipe of her nails to his face, "Just a little more…"
"Stop! Don't! A - aghh!"
The king's entire body went rigid and still.
And with a loud groan he clutched her body close to him, crushing the air out of her and holding her in place.
Molten hot seed flooded inside of her.
Ava held her breath.
Tears fell from her eyes, hot and heavy as stones.
And then it was done.
The king let her fall back against the bed, out of breath, and sporting long red welts where her nails had done their damage.
"I like that little temper of yours," he said, "I like a little fight in a woman."
A wave of nausea bubbled up from Ava's stomach.
She choked back a sob, and finally managed to speak:
"…May I…go now, your Majesty…?"
But he was already up from the bed, pulling his robe around his naked body and heading towards the large wooden desk on the other side of the room.
"Hm? Oh, yes. Go on."
Achily, Ava pulled herself up from the bed.
Her hips twinged in protest and her womb ached.
Her wrist was welted and red from where he'd held her down.
The front of her dress hung open where it had been ripped.
And a thick slime was trickling down her thigh.
Ava forced her legs to move.
Slowly, carefully, like a deer trying not to wake a lion, she made her way towards the door.
Halfway there, the king called out to her - and her heart dropped like a stone into her stomach.
But only for a moment.
"Wait. Stoke the fire before you leave."
Ava turned to him, a hateful glare burning in her eyes. His head was down, reading through paperwork on his desk.
Then shuffled her aching body to the hearth, and half-heartedly poked at the coals with the stoker.
The red-hot metal tip, as she pulled it out of the fire, was a temptation.
Another time, maybe.
But not now.
She set it back down, and then hurried a little faster to the door.
The hallway was bitter cold in comparison to the heat from the king's bedroom. And a draft shivered across her bare skin, despite Ava's best attempt to hold the front of her dress closed.
The Steward was still standing outside. He must have heard the entire thing.
When he turned to her, there was no pity in his eyes, no interest at all.
He pressed a single gold coin into her hand, cleared his throat, and then resumed his post.
Ava looked down at the gold in her hand, black and dull in the dark of the hallway.
And her nausea came back.
It rumbled up from her stomach, and sent her running away down the hall, tears spilling, body screaming, until she found an open window far away from the king's bed chambers and heaved up everything she'd eaten that day into the grass below.
Her grip on the window sill pressed the gold coin into her palm.
She closed her fist around it.
Gold was rare for a palace servant…
A fitting reward for the king's favourite whore.
Ava raised her head, wiping away the bitter taste from her lips on the hem of her ruined dress.
Far away across the fields outside the palace, the sun had all but set. Only a touch of blinding amber still peeked over the horizon.
Tomorrow.
She and Lily would leave tomorrow.
And then...and then everything would be okay.
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