Hello! I'm Lian, I'm 23, and I'm a writer and artist who enjoys whump! I follow and interact from @lillianrs. Lover of NSFWhump and controversial/taboo content -- Mature audiences only. Anti-Censorship, Puritans are NOT Progressive. Minors please do not follow me or interact with my nsfw content. I am Very Normal about Alice in Wonderland. (Genderfluid, they/he/she)
Hey everyone! My name is Lian/Max, and here I'll be writing and posting series with heavy whump elements! Below is my main whump series.
🦋 Waiting on a Fairytale: Four-book series. HEAVY worldbuilding and plot. 200+ total chapters. Takes place WAY in the past of my main series (but can be read on its own!).
♥️ BOOK 1 — Butterfly Blood
♦️ BOOK 2 — Moth Maddness
♣️ BOOK 3 — Honey Heart
♠️ BOOK 4 — Solemn Spies
My Art! // My Posts! // Asks! // Intro Post! // Additions! // Rambles! // Reblogs!
Main blog: @lillianrs
Art blog: @lillianrs-art
Photography blog: @lillianrs-pics
Book Series blog: @multimagical
Feel free to send me asks, and message me, and spam like/reblog. I promise you can't bother me. It's impossible. I don't care if we're mutuals or not. Go nuts. Also please don't hesitate to call me by my name(s) (Lian/Max) because it's very gender affirming.
Please enjoy your stay!
Full list of stories below the cut...
COMPLETED!
🌊 Washed Ashore: A novella-length 10-part tragedy about a human sailor who shipwrecks in a strange, cruel world where humans are bought and sold. ( CONTAINS NSFWHUMP // 18+ )
CURRENTLY UPDATING
♥️ Butterfly Blood: Taking place in an ancient fantasy world, a royal whumpee (Valentine) from a family of fairytales and legends finds themself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Having no magic to protect themself, they're taken hostage, where they’re abused to give whumper (Vittoria) power and money. Whumpee has a wife (Rosa) who is then dedicated to getting them back, and becomes a spy. Will contain skippable NSFWHUMP!
🦌 Fawn and Hunter: A mini series that takes place in the woods. A nature-loving whumpee steps into a hunter's trap, and the whumper decides they'll keep them — though neither of them were prepared for every apocalyptic scenario to all happen at once. (ON HIATUS DUE TO LACK OF MOTIVATION. IF YOU WANT MORE SPAM ME WITH LOVE LOL)
COMING SOON...
🩸Blood Money: Living on the corrupt capitalist planet of Golwin, identical twins Connor and Charles have to find unconventional means to make cash – which primarily revolves around their very rare blood. Delving into a sudden life of crime, the twins do everything in their power to hide their affairs from their family... though that's easier said than done when your family consists of a cop, lawyer, detective, and forensic scientist. (Imagined as a TV show that exists within my book series universe)
I HAVE IDEAS... NO GUARANTEES...
🎭 Lights, Camera, Agony: Riley Wren had always loved the theater, and had a life-long dream of becoming a famous actor. Unfortunately for Riley, he'll soon learn that making it big rarely comes without sacrifice. (Takes place in my book universe)
🚨 Francis vs. Planet Ivwift: Francis Beaumont never had a chance to begin with, being traded off to be a theif since he was 10. Now an outlaw constantly on the run from the space police, his goal is free prison planet Ivwift from brutality. (Takes place in my book universe)
It wasn't enough for Whumper to just torture Whumpee on the outside. They wanted their pet to truly suffer, and suffering could only be achieved through constant torment.
All of Whumpee's food was laced with various drugs and poisons, and the poor captive never knew what would follow. Most nights it was horrendous, churning nausea that had them throwing up into the toilet at 3am. Others, their muscles would cramp, their body would sweat, or they would feel sicker than they ever had before in their entire life. Sometimes all at once.
It was hard for Whumpee to remember what it felt like to be normal and healthy. If they ever got out of this hell, their body would be destroyed and permanently scarred, a full recovery couldn't be made from this.
The horrible realization that they were slowly, painfully dying was the worst of it all.
Whumpee struggled against their captor every step of the way, they weren’t going to be kidnapped without a fight. Despite this, to Whumper, they were much weaker and smaller, and their efforts were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
By the time they arrived at the location, Whumper was so fed up with their attitude that they threw them down the basement stairs with the most angered push they could muster. While in their mind they told themself they didn’t care what would happen as a result, if Whumpee did end up dying from it after all that work, Whumper was going to be pissed.
Whumpee didn’t have a very high spice tolerance, really, they didn’t even have one at all. They absolutely hated spice, and even the most mild of it would cause them pain that they just couldn’t handle. Whumper was well aware of this.
Any food that they were given was spicy. Most days, Whumper was generous, and only gave them something mild, which still caused Whumpee quite the stir. Other days, when Whumpee had upset them, they would be served something that even seasoned spice lovers may find challenging.
Either Whumpee ate it and dealt with the pain, or they didn’t eat at all. Their eyes would water, their tongue would burn, and they would find it hard to breathe. It was quite entertaining for Whumper. Torture and a show, what’s better than that?
The circus in the modern day is much nicer than it was in the past. No longer are animals abused to do tricks, and disabled people aren’t paraded around as freakshows. Now mostly a stage for performance artists and acrobatics, people were much more comfortable supporting it. This didn’t make this circus in particular any less miserable for Whumpee.
A performer and their toxic rigmaster, Whumpee was overworked day after day. They were constantly doing shows with little time to rest. One of these days their body was surly going to give out on them while they were up in the air. Was all the money worth having such a controversy occur? For Whumper, yes, very much so! A controversy brings eyes, and maybe, Whumpee fainting is exactly what they were hoping for.
May I suggest fae whumper who's taken whumpee, because the whumpee would make a fun little pet/toy. Being forced to smile because the whumper compels the whumpee to smile or dance.
Daily Drabble #152
This had been sitting in my inbox since June 1st, 2025. Anon if you're still here this is for you lol
Whumpee believed in faeries, and despite how dangerous they knew they could be, they spent a large portion of their free time seeking them out, hunting for them. They knew all of the things you should avoid, so if they just followed the fae rules… how dangerous could it really be?
When Whumpee finally finds one, they’re so overcome with joy they forget to hold onto that sense. Caution went out the window as their guard was dropped, and the faerie was able to easily capture them. Now Whumpee was reduced to them and all their fae friends’ human pet; their entertainment.
Whumpee was forced to dance and smile, wearing ridiculous clothes, all white exhaustion took hold of them. Despite the painful ache of their legs, they couldn’t stop. The fae were going to make them move until their heart was damn near ready to give out.
Advancing technology forward was always Whumpee's passion, they dedicated their whole life and career to building the future. They were prepared for the possibility of a robot uprising happening; they were NOT prepared for their lab partner to use their devices against them.
Super-security. Advanced locking systems. Small, high-quality movement-tracking cameras. Just a small amount of their inventions was enough to keep them trapped, here in their underground lab. Turns out their partner was planning this for quite some time.
Not only was Whumpee going to be their captive pet, but Whumper was going to take full credit for the tech and make millions— possibly even billions.
The water wasn’t scary to Whumpee, not in the slightest. They loved the water, in fact. Oftentimes they fantasized about drowning, being engulfed, surrounded. To them, such a death felt peaceful rather than stressful. Of course, reality is often different from the fantasies in one’s head.
Whumper was committed to making their wildest dreams come true. They wanted this, did they not?
Whumpee was waterboarded. Their head was held underwater until they inhaled, left coughing up the liquid from their lungs. They were made to swim until they were so exhausted they couldn’t keep going. They were going to be afraid.
With each and every thing they were forced to do, they had to say, “Thank you.”
Whumpee ran through the forest as fast as their fatigued, malnourished legs could carry them. Despite running on nothing but fear and adrenaline, they were mindful of their steps. They didn’t want to trip and have all of their progress ruined.
Whumper was far behind them now; they didn’t chase after them. A part of them was unnerved by this, the other part just assumed they weren’t worth the trouble. Either way, they were going to be free and there was nothing Whumper was going to do about it—
They stopped in their tracks when they hit the endless ocean.
Whumpee was very crafty with their hands. If Whumper had to describe it, they would say it’s like owning a dirty, thieving raccoon. They were good at picking locks, untying themself, and many other things that Whumper really didn’t like. It was time to put a stop to this.
Both of Whumpee’s arms were strapped to a table.
“What’s going on?” Whumpee asked, trying their best to hide the panic in their voice. This wasn’t usually how their torture sessions went; this was new.
“I’m putting an end to your little escape artist hands, that’s what I’m doing.” Whumper responded, sitting down in a chair. They gently fiddled with Whumpee’s fingers, which then started to tremble, “cute,” Whumper said to themself before immediately bending their finger backwards as far as they could.
Whumpee let out a guttural scream, the pain radiating all the way down their arm. It hurt so bad they couldn’t even speak.
Hi everyone, I'm so sorry I haven't been keeping up 😭 I've been uninspired and not really in a whumpy mood + busy IRL with work (+ my brother graduated high school today!!🥳) so I've been struggling to get back into the mindset. I have GOT to lock in and publish my book and work on whumpy stuff here and get caught back up on Daily Drabble 😵💫. Pls hold me accountable and beat me with hammers if I don't post 2 drabbles a day until I'm caught up. Also i miss writing about val and HOLY SHIT I JUST REMEMBERED ART FIGHT IS NEXT MONTH GOD HELP MY SOUL
It was drilled into Whumpee very early on to never wake Whumper up, no matter what. It was also drilled into them to not make a mess of any kind. So, being tied up at night and needing to go to the bathroom was an all-night torment.
They could try and hold it in with great discomfort, and struggle to sleep. Or, they could wet themself and stir in the embarrassment— as well as face Whumper’s wrath in the morning.
That's not even mentioning how uncomfortable it would be to sit in their own piss all night... but holding it in didn't exactly feel much better. Especially next to how cold the room was, and how numb their wrists had become from the pressure of the rope that held them.
Whumpee was an inconsolable mess as they were strapped down to a table, completely unable to move. They were covered in snot, sweat, and tears all through a frenzy of noises that would be begging— if they could manage to calm down enough to be coherent.
Whumper sat with their elbow on the table, hand on their head in exasperation, “Would you please calm yourself? All this whining is giving me a headache.” They tapped the scalpel in their hand impatiently against the metal of the table.
The question was; what would be lost first? Whumpee's energy, or Whumper’s patience?
Whumper was completely unprepared for Whumpee’s arrival. Their capture was a spur of the moment decision when they spotted an opportunity, and they had no rope to restrain them. They did, however, have a large abundance of thin, long strings. Surely enough of this would get the job done.
And get the job done it did indeed. It was so much worse than rope, the thin string cutting into Whumpee’s skin like knives. It sliced into their skin as the friction rubbed the two together, only getting worse the more they struggled. Blood flow was being blocked from their hands while also leaking down their wrists.
Perhaps Whumper won't need to buy some rope after all.
Before their captivity, chocolate was Whumpee’s favorite snack. Whether it was in cookies, used as a coating, or just eating it straight as it was, Whumpee could never grow tired of it… or so they thought.
Since Whumper knew they just loved it so much, it was some of the only food they were ever given. Whumpee felt unbearably nauseous, having all that sugar be the only nutrients their body would receive. They were craving real food, and the chocolate was far from filling.
They were hungry and sick from it, and now they never wanted to even look at chocolate ever again. It was now just another thing that Whumper took from them.
love your works soo much! i aspire to write as good as you someday ^.^ hope youre taking enough breaks and have a great day
Thank you so much! I am taking TOO many breaks, actually. I am very behind on Daily Drabble and I blame Subnautica and Paralives. I cannot stop playing these two games. SEND HELP I CAN'T GET ANYTHING DONE!!!!
