Hello whumpblr, this is our first year running this NSFW exclusive event and we are hoping to invite you all to have fun with it!
Partially inspired by @yuckwhump‘s Ten Trails last year we have heard your feedback about the interest in an event with a fewer number of prompts ie. not daily prompts so we are here to provide that to all the NSFWhumpers in the community!
We are providing four sets of prompts, each set is spread over a ten day period with seven possible prompts to play with!
Set 1- 1st October to 10th October
Set 2- 8th October to 17th October
Set 3- 15th October to 24th October
Set 4- 22nd October to 31st October
Housekeeping Rules and Tagging guidelines:
Due to the NSFW theme this is an adults only event
Tags: Set 1, 2, 3, 4, NSFWhumptober
Two prompts completed from each set makes you a completionist!
Three prompts or more from each set completed makes you a super completionist!
Prompts can be filled in any order during the sets
Alt prompts can be substituted in at any time
More than one prompt can be filled in a single creation
Prompt fills do not have to be explicit but would ideally be NSFW to keep with the theme of the event
How do we submit masterlists to you to be listed as a round one completionist?
We have a been checking our mentions and will be reblogging those master lists over the next couple of days as well as sorting out our round one completionist post! We have also turned on submissions if you wish to be counted that way
Hello whumpblr, this is our first year running this NSFW exclusive event and we are hoping to invite you all to have fun with it!
Partially inspired by @yuckwhump‘s Ten Trails last year we have heard your feedback about the interest in an event with a fewer number of prompts ie. not daily prompts so we are here to provide that to all the NSFWhumpers in the community!
We are providing four sets of prompts, each set is spread over a ten day period with seven possible prompts to play with!
Set 1- 1st October to 10th October
Set 2- 8th October to 17th October
Set 3- 15th October to 24th October
Set 4- 22nd October to 31st October
Housekeeping Rules and Tagging guidelines:
Due to the NSFW theme this is an adults only event
Tags: Set 1, 2, 3, 4, NSFWhumptober
Two prompts completed from each set makes you a completionist!
Three prompts or more from each set completed makes you a super completionist!
Prompts can be filled in any order during the sets
Alt prompts can be substituted in at any time
More than one prompt can be filled in a single creation
Prompt fills do not have to be explicit but would ideally be NSFW to keep with the theme of the event
For all the NSFWhumpers who missed out in October we are running round two to give you a chance to share your whumpy works. The rules remain the same as stated in the pinned post and the AO3 collection remains open for submissions.
Power came from strength, of course, and Tristan had proved time and time again he could man-handle Matthias into submission, pin the beautiful boy beneath him and do as he pleased. But the more enticing form of power, one that Matthias barely had a shred of, was the power of rank. In their culture, Tristan was one of the highest ranking men around, his stature and prominence letting him get away with far too much.
Like being able to treat Matthias a nobody - as his own personal plaything.
Whether it be by his strength of the innate arcane ability deep inside him, Tristan could overpower Matthias with ease. But he loved just as much to dominate him by words and thoughts alone. Let his pet know just how useless fighting back was. Make him see how futile resistance is. The best part was, Matthias knew this. Oh, he could fight back and claw and scratch… to an extent. But if Tristan got tired of his defiance, all he had to say was “Kneel or I’ll throw you back to the wolves you crawled away from” and Matthias would have no choice but to kneel. He couldn’t go back - it would be death, for him and his younger brother. Tristan was salvation. Tristan was protection.
Tristan was a monster that Matthias lived to serve.
(Tw: suicidal idealization, drowning, implied past abuse, burns, reference to past battles, knives, blood, dubcon kiss, dubcon touch, implied past noncon)
@kim-poce I believe this is long overdue? Hehe, sorry if I lost track of the original theme. I got carried away aksnhsjsns I’m so sorry if it’s not up to your expectations.
The king had said goodbye to Caretaker that morning, thinking the day would go the way it usually does, and he’ll see them again when evening comes. The kisses they’d peppered him with still warm his face as he trains, washes, attends a council meeting, writes out invitations for his birthday celebratory feast and checks patrol duty. Whumpee is tuckered out by the time the sun sets, and the golden glow over him reminds him of Caretaker.
He could let himself be happy around them.
Yet, he does not find Caretaker in the evening. Caretaker had his own luxurious hall that came with being a Councellor of the King’s. The area is empty, save for their contemptuous cat. He’s looked everywhere else too, concealing his worry as he hurries through every room in the castle.
At dinner, his High Command gives him the news. All of Whumpee’s blood drops to his feet.
Inspired by the casino verse, I put my last and final @nsfwhumptober piece in a casino setting. This is rather long, and definitely one of my more explicit pieces, so the whole thing can be found on AO3. Took some work, but I’m happy with the result.
(Thanks to @whumping-newbie for developing the Casino setting and @what-a-whump for constant inspiration and the permission to borrow her OC, Ruby)
Madeline takes her boxie Ira to the Casino and gets carried away with the thrill of betting…
Prompts used (Set 4 / Alt): Entertainment, In Public, Pet
Content notes: lady whump, pet whump, EXPLICIT noncon, multiple whumpers (male and female), mutual noncon, implied forced prostitution (not the main character), whumper + whumpee pov, BBU, conditioning. Starts soft, ends very rough.
“Sorry, Ma'am.” The security guard signs for Madeline to stop, as she is just about to pass by his mahogany desk and enter into the huge lobby of the Casino. She raises a brow and meets his gaze evenly. The shoes she’s chosen for today, deep red matching her dress and heels to die for, make her even taller than she usually is. It’s effective enough to make him clear his throat and shift uncomfortably, before he points at Ira’s collar. “Pets aren’t allowed in. Casino guidelines.”
Ira curls herself into Madeline’s side, her lean, fit form easy to overlook when she behaves so submissive. She’s adorable, when she fears to be separated from her Mistress. “Shhh”, Madeline whispers into Ira’s fluffy white locks. “Don’t worry, kitty, I won’t leave you tonight.”
“Madam, I can’t bend the rules for you, I’m -"
Madeline cuts him off. "Don’t worry, boy. It’s no bending. in the rules. I’m Doctor Chase. My pet is Ira White. We’re on the list.” She presents two golden-rimmed chips, the exclusive membership card of this places most valued guests. “Both of us.”
The guard swallows as he shuffles through his papers. “Forgive me, Doctor. You’re… a regular? I… have never seen you here.”
“Yeah, no.” Madeline chuckles. “Too much of a Boy’s Club. I’m not into sausage parties, usually. I come as a… friend of the house, I’d rather say.”
“Forgive my mistake, Doctor Chase”, the guard says nervously. “I know that you’re doing great work for us. I’ll notify Madam Hutchinson right away. She’s in a meeting with an investor. An attendant will accompany you to your table, while you wait? Your food and drinks are on us, of course.” His gaze runs over to Ira and he clears his throat. “Both of yours.”
“Thank you.” Madeline smirks, before she follows the attendant’s lead through a winged door, Ira on her side. The grand main room of the Casino’s exclusive club stretches in front of her, game tables, patrons in their best tuxedos, soft music and laughter, and in between the extremely beautiful ladies serving here, collars around their necks, taking care of every needs the patrons might have. Madeline allows herself a smile. She might even enjoy this. Her, and her pet, on a lovely night out. It was about time.
for @nsfwhumptober's Set 2 | alt prompts Lingerie & Licking
cw: nsfw, dysphoria, brief remembered past transphobia
this is a companion to and takes place before Set 1. before they were kidnapped, Cyril had a fiancé who loved them very much for exactly who they were.
Esme exhales like someone hit him when Cyril opens the bathroom door. They don’t dare look up to match an expression to the sound; better not to see, if it’s not- if he doesn’t-
“I can take it back,” they croak. They fumble for the knob of the door behind them, ready to flee behind it and return to the loose sweats and tee that Esme is more used to.
“God, no!” The bed rustles, and they hear Esme’s footsteps hurrying across the too-big bedroom. They still can’t look at him. “Cy, if you take any of that off, I- I’ll go and buy you ten more, and that’s a threat!”
That gets them. Cyril looks up, startled, and finds Esme staring.
A flush of heat creeps across their cheeks and shoulders, and a shy smile starts to tug at the corners of their mouth.
“You like it?”
“Like it? Fuck, Cy, I love it.” He’s closer, gaze trailing up and down their body with a worshipful weight to it.
It feels good.
“Can I-” he looks conflicted, and for a moment anxiety twists their building happiness, threatens to shatter it.
“I don’t even know where to start,” he breathes. “Can I touch? Is it touchable, or- it looks so delicate-”
They laugh a little, releasing tension in a puff of air. “Yeah, you can- you can touch.”
The reverence in his gaze finally starts to feel real as Esme’s hands settle at their waist, then trail lower to drift across the sheer lace cupping their hips. Cyril shivers a little at the warmth of his skin against the texture of the lingerie. They look down and away, letting him observe without taking the weight of it directly.
"You're beautiful," he whispers. His thumbs rub little circles over the lace, sending warmth sparking across their stomach. "Do you like wearing stuff like this?"
Cyril hesitates, then nods. Tension creeps up their neck, until Esme distracts them with a gentle, featherlight kiss against the strap of lace over their shoulder.
"Then you should. Whenever you like."
Cyril closes their eyes. They can hear their uncle's disgust, the crash of his demands thrown alongside his glass at their head. They can smell the skirt burning, soured by the liquor he had poured over it to set it ablaze. The edge of the doorframe presses cold and hard against their spine, and they shiver.
"It's not- weird to look at?"
Esme's hands are so warm. They drift up Cyril's back, pulling them gently away from the bathroom and towards the bed as he continues to kiss along their collarbone, towards the hollow of their throat. They twine their arms around him, pressing skin on skin on lace, and it's terrifyingly perfect.
"Cy, it's fucking hot. You look amazing." He pulls back a little, tipping his head to try to catch their eye. "You okay?"
Cyril lifts a shoulder, then lets it drop. It feels dangerous to let the flare of happiness that sparks each time Esme kisses them, doesn't look away, doesn't look disgusted, take root. He could so easily break it if they let it show.
Esme backs up further and sits on the edge of the bed. "What is it? Do you want to stop? Oh, wait-" he scoots across the bed and reaches Cyril's phone on the nightstand. "Here. You okay?"
Cyril feels a swell of love fill them as they take the phone and swipe open the notes app.
I'm okay
Thank you
Esme reads when they tilt the screen towards him and smiles. "Good. Do you want to just chill? Cuddle or watch a movie or something?"
Cyril shakes their head. They drop the phone onto the bed and straddle Esme's lap with a sly smile, then lean down to kiss him. Esme's noise of interest is muffled but enthusiastic. It's not long before they're prone on the bed, legs tangled as their bodies press against each other, skin seeking skin and thrilling at each inch it finds.
Esme groans, dropping one hand away from tracing the border between lace and skin that dips down Cyril's chest to free himself from his boxers. Cyril grins and swats his hand away, then tosses a leg across him and takes his cock in their own hand, leaning down to let their lace-covered front grind against him as they kiss him again.
"Fuck," Esme swears, worshipful. "Cy, mmh-"
They're smiling so hard it's hard to kiss him properly. The feel of lace on their chest, their fiancé's hands over that, of lingerie cupping their hips, their ass, the strangled sounds of desire they can pull from Esme just by existing like this-- it's intoxicating.
Underneath them, Esme moves, arching up to press his mouth to their chest. Cyril gasps as his tongue finds their nipple, dampening the lace of their bra with short, purposeful strokes of his tongue. Their hand around his cock and the rhythm of their own hips stutters, and they feel him chuckle into their chest.
"You like that?" he murmurs, voice sending low vibrations buzzing across their skin before he repeats his attentions on the other side of their chest. He sits up further, squeezing their ass in both hands, pressing them closer to him as they grind against him. Cyril throws their head back, breathing raggedly at the myriad of sensations. It's wonderful, it's too much, it's just enough. Esme bites lightly at one nipple as they feel him tighten and spill into their hand, and it's enough to send them over the edge moments later with a soft moan. They lean down to tip their head into the crook of his neck, and he lies back, taking them with him.
"Hey," he whispers after a moment, once both of them have caught their breath. "Are these washable?"
Sheer surprise startles a laugh out of Cyril. They nod, shaking a little with mirth in his arms. "Yeah," they manage. "Toss them in with the sheets."
"God, I love that. And you, that's important too."
Home stretch! Last chapter for @nsfwhumptober in collab with @crowned-avery Hope you guys enjoyed our series and stay tuned for more River in the future! You can start here and last chapter is here.
When River saw the ring gag come out of Josiah’s back pocket he knew he couldn’t push his luck on resisting this time. He’d been lucky to avoid pain so far this morning and he wasn’t keen on testing Josiah’s mood now. He thought for sure refusing that slop his captor called food would have earned him a back hand at the very least.
River didn’t resist the ring being pushed into his mouth, keeping his jaw as relaxed as he was able while the metal settling behind his teeth stretched it wide open. He kept still while it was tightly buckled in place and Josiah didn’t stifle his mocking laugh at the constant dribble of drool that had pooled in River’s open mouth and was now dripping down his chin.
Pointe of Perfection Master Post || Content Master List
Content Warning: nsfw, pet whump, lady whump, fingering, stripped naked, crawling, restraints, kneeling, hair pulling, kissing
This piece is from set 2 of @nsfwhumptober ‘s event. Also extremely late. I’m catching up lol
NSFW PET WHUMP UNDER THE CUT
Mistress Xandre didn’t waste any time in clipping a short chain to Mila’s collar, anchoring her to a metal ring that was tucked beneath the corner of one of the plush, expensive rugs that saved her from kneeling directly on the cold hardwood floor. The rich colors and ornate furniture all seemed to blur together, warping the room until it looked as frightening as it felt.
Hopelessness washed over her as her situation became more and more real. Mistress Xandre moved around her as though her tears were nothing, not even worthy of being an annoyance. Mila didn’t resist as she restrained her hands, attaching them to the same anchor that her collar was chained to, effectively pinning her to the spot and rendering her entirely unable to resist whatever she planned to do.
Mila didn’t even bother to pull away as Mistress Xandre touched the backs of her fingers to her wet cheek, softly wiping away the tears that still streamed from her eyes.
“There there, pet,” she said softly, “it won’t be all that bad here. And from what your Mistress has told me, you’re a quick learner.”
She stood and stared at Mila for a moment, truly looking her over for the first time since she had arrived. She had no visible scars, no marks beyond a few light bruises and hickies that Aleandra had left on her. She was still in pristine condition, her body so untouched that Xandre would think she was a brand new pet if she didn’t know that Aleandra had acquired her months ago.
“You’ll have to just be patient and pay attention, pet. I’m not a difficult Mistress to please and I won’t ask more of you than you’re capable of.” She lifted Mila’s chin, practically dragging her gaze up to look at her. “Do as I say, without hesitation, and I’ll reward you for your efforts. Do you understand?”
Mila nodded silently, her vision starting to clear as the tears slowly dried.
“You will address me properly, answer ‘yes Mistress’ when I speak to you. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” she breathed, desperately wishing that she was brave enough to pull her chin from Mistress Xandre’s hand.
“Good girl.”
She kept her chin in her grip for another moment, staring into her eyes intently as if looking for even a sliver of disobedience in the shimmer of bright blue and fresh tears. It seemed to drag on forever, a moment of tension between the two of them that almost felt like a silent conversation. It was impossible to breathe when Xandre looked at her like that, as if she was staring beyond her eyes and looking further into Mila’s mind in search of something, something Mila desperately hoped she wouldn’t find.
Anxiety curled tighter in her stomach as Mistress Xandre finally looked away, only the sound of her heels crossing the plush to fill the room. She sat in one of the high backed chairs and snapped her fingers, the sharp sound making Mila jump so the chains jerked against the anchor.
Her eyes widened at the sight of a woman crawling to Mistress Xandre’s side. She hadn’t seen her kneeling at the far side of the room, had no idea how long she had been there or how much she had seen. But the woman, the pet, didn’t even look at her.
She knelt beside Mistress Xandre, looking up at her with adoration and awe, her eyes wide and lips curved in a small smile. Xandre caressed her cheek softly, smiling at her with a tender gaze that surprised Mila.
“That’s my precious girl,” she said, running her fingers through the pet’s hair and tugging slightly at the nape of her neck.
Xandre leaned down slowly, teasingly brushing her lips over her pet’s for a moment before she claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss. Mila watched, unable to stop herself from thinking of her own Mistress as the pet practically melted into Xandre, pressing her body to her legs as she shifted closer to deepen their kiss.
Xandre pulled away slowly without releasing her pet’s hair, smiling at the blush that crept over her pet’s skin. She looked over at Mila for a moment, smiling with what looked more like triumph, a smug sense of confidence. “I want you to pay attention Mila, my Precious is perfectly trained and you would do well to emulate her.”
“Now,” she turned back to her pet, her smile softening, “strip, Precious.”
Her pet, Precious - Mila wondered how devoted she must have been to be willing to give up a real name - nodded slightly, whispering what Mila assumed was the required ‘yes Mistress’ that Xandre had demanded of her.
She watched at Precious slowly pulled her shirt up over her head, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously without breaking eye contact with Xandre. Her body was soft and supple, her breasts small and waist thin. Even Mila found it difficult not to admire the way she moved, confident in the pleasure that she gave her Mistress with each slow movement, with each brush of her hands over the skin of her waist and her hips as she moved to her panties. She smiled playfully as her fingers lingered at the waist of her panties, waiting for Xandre to arch her brow before dipping them into the front of her panties and slowly sliding them around to the sides before pushing them down her thighs.
There was a tenderness between them, a bond that Mila wondered if she would ever share with Aleandra. It was palpable, it could be felt even from ten feet away, and it was enticing. Suddenly Mila understood why she had been left here, and she yearned to be able to give Aleandra the same playful obedience, the same bonded pleasure that Precious obviously gave Xandre as their eyes locked together and they seemed to communicate without a single word.
She slid her panties down her legs, tossing them aside with her shirt, and returned to kneel beside Xandre. Without being told, she folded her hands behind her back, arching her chest out just enough that she was presenting herself to her Mistress, her legs open so that none of her body was hidden.
Xandre smiled, circling Precious’ nipple for a long moment before she reached between her legs and dipped a finger inside of her, chuckling as Precious gasped and arched her back a little further. In a show of silent pleading, she widened her legs, shifting to give Xandre easier access with a quiet moan.
Mila felt her face grow hot, she blushed in embarrassment as she watched the wanton display of submission and domination. But the magic didn’t quite take over her thoughts, it didn’t ease her worry. She watched, wondering when she would be expected to take Precious’ place.
Pointe of Perfection Master Post || Content Master List
Content Warning: pet whump, lady whump, collared, begging, crying, fear of abandonment, discussion of training.
This piece is from Set 1 of @nsfwhumptober ‘s event. I’m suuuper late but here we are! Sorry 😢
PET WHUMP UNDER THE CUT
Mila bit her lip as she looked around the unfamiliar room. She fought the urge to press closer to Aleandra as she knelt at her feet, for once wishing that the woman would offer her comfort, touch, anything to reassure her that this strange new place wasn’t going to add to her torment. It was one thing to be taunted and hurt by Aleandra, she had learned to bear the humiliation of the woman who had stolen her away, but she didn’t think she could bear it from anyone else.
The room was beautifully decorated. The carpet she knelt on was remarkably plush and soft - as if it were chosen specifically to be more comfortable for pets who would spend 90% of their time on the floor. The walls were papered in fine linens that she could tell were expensive, that were likely vintage, preserved through years of meticulous care and gentle cleaning. The crystal chandelier cast an incredibly array of glittering spots around the room, not enough to distract anyone from conversation or to look like a cheap disco ball, but enough that it seemed to add a hint of magic to the ornate furniture and warm fire that crackled in the massive fireplace at the far end of the room.
Aleandra sat casually, her ankles crossed prim and proper as she silently tapped through something on her phone. It was as if this meant nothing to her, another normal day, an errand as tedious as visiting the doctor or getting an oil change. Mila shuffled closer to her feet, fighting the urge to whine quietly for her attention.
That urge upset her, made her feel pathetic and small. But still it was there, and even more infuriating was that she knew it would work. But she wouldn’t give in to it, she would never allow herself to give Aleandra that piece of her dignity on top of everything else she had already taken by force.
She could have jumped out of her skin as the massive double doors opened with a loud flourish, the wood striking against the hand carved door frame like it was designed to catch in such a way that it would send even the calmest of pets on edge.
Aleandra stood and smiled at the woman who entered, and Mila wished that she didn’t feel so helpless as the two women exchanged little pecks to each cheek and an affectionate hug. They knew each other, obviously very well, and Mila could feel the knot tighten in the pit of her stomach. She knew that nothing good would come of this, and there was no way to convey the dread that was quickly overwhelming her thoughts.
“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this, Xandre. I admit that I’ve allowed myself to become too attached and now I’m afraid I’m in need of some assistance. I couldn’t think of anyone more suited to the task, especially not after seeing you and your lovely pet at that party last week.”
The woman gave her a warm smile and nodded, “of course, I couldn’t possibly say no to a friend. Is this her?”
Mila wished that she could disappear as Aleandra nodded and both women looked down at her. She curled her shoulders up higher, desperately wishing that her hair hadn’t been tied back to keep her from hiding behind her lovely brown curls.
“Yes,” she ran her fingers down Mila’s cheek and she flushed, ashamed at how comforted she felt by the simple touch. “This is my Mila. I confess I’m not fond of the idea of leaving her, you’re sure that it’s better that I go?”
The woman nodded, her eyes scanning Mila’s body as if she was looking at the label of a box - emotionless and detached. “You’ll only make it more difficult for her. It’ll be difficult for you to resist the urge to comfort her, to save her from the harder lessons. And she will be too focused on trying to convince you to take her home to truly learn the things she needs. My program only takes a few weeks, and I allow visits for pets who perform well and respond to the training. If she behaves herself you’ll see in a week.”
Aleandra nodded and sighed. “I know you’re right, I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t know that was already an issue. I just find myself so enthralled by her, she’s truly softened something in me.”
“It’s perfectly alright that you’ve grown attached to your pet, I’m quite attached to mine as well. I commend you for knowing that you need outside assistance, most owners have trouble knowing when they’re too attached to properly train them, and you’ve seen the result of that attitude. The disrespectful, disruptive, misbehaved pets that disobey simply to get the attention of their owners. I can’t stand that type of disobedience.”
Mila looked up at Aleandra, her anxiety growing with every word that came from this strange woman’s lips. She knew what was going to happen, but she prayed, screamed the wish in her mind, that she was wrong. She hoped against hope that Aleandra wasn’t planning on leaving her here, that she wasn’t going to be trained by this complete stranger who didn’t even bother to look at her as she spoke.
She closed her eyes as Aleandra knelt down and cupped her chin, her touch firm and gentle as she lifted her chin so their gazes met.
“Already my darling,” Aleandra said softly. “Be a good girl for me, listen to Mistress Xandre and do as you’re told. Learn, perform as beautifully as I know you can, and you’ll be home with me in no time.”
Mila fought the tears that quickly pooled in her eyes, but she was overwhelmed with anxiety and stress, fear of the unknown that lay ahead of her. She had no idea what was in store for her, what this woman was going to teach her, and she dreaded the moment that she was left at her mercy.
“Can you do that for me? Be a good girl?”
She nodded miserably, clinging to the warmth in Aleandra’s gaze, trying to find the hint of love that had made it possible for her to get through all of the cruelty and misery that she had been faced with so far.
Aleandra pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, her lips lingering on Mila’s skin for a moment longer than they both knew was considered acceptable. Then she stood, shook this new mistress’ hand, and took a step towards the door.
Panic flooded Mila, it overwhelmed her senses and clouded any sense of rational thinking she had left. She threw herself at Aleandra’s feet, wrapping her arms around her delicate ankles, and pressed her lips to her calves in a series of desperate, tearful kisses.
“Please,” she sobbed, unable to keep her emotions to herself for a moment longer. “Please Mistress please please don’t leave me. I swear I’ll be good, please!”
“Mila,” Aleandra chastised softly, looking down at her pet with disappointment.
She wailed into her kisses, growing more and more desperate as Aleandra tried to gently extricate herself from her grip.
“I can’t! Please, please don’t leave me Mistress, please!”
“Mila.” Her tone was firm, her patience gone as she tried once again to step out of Mila’s grip and leave the room.
But Mila held firmly to her, clutching her legs with a desperation that shocked Aleandra.
But before she could continue begging she was jerked away from her Mistress by her collar, wheezing out another cry of protest as Mistress Xandre dragged her out of reach. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her skin hot and splotchy as she tried to focus on Aleandra through the blur of tears still pouring from her eyes.
Mistress Xandre kept a tight grip on her collar, restricting her breathing just enough to keep her silent as Aleandra made a soft ‘tsk’ noise at her and left without another word.
We have had some events happen with the mods today offline and respectfully we will all be taking some time to deal with that before resuming running the event. We hope to return on 10/25 to our regular posting. Thank you all for understanding.
