#nonhuman whumpee
This is a series in the same homebrew fantasy world D&D 5E setting as Harrow and his friends, a world called Tsanet.
Please heed the TWs at the top of each one, this is kinda dark.
If you like Recovery Stories, you can start with Strange Brothers, the second part of this ongoing story. Scroll down!
General TW: Slavery, dehumanization, conditioning, torture, religious abuse, forced cannibalism, non-con touch, non/dubcon/r*pe implied rather than explicit but still
-The Tiefling-the bit of fic that started this.
This is the end of the first half of the Tiefling’s story and where the second half begins
The Tiefling: Strange Brothers
Plot synopsis of Part 1, for those of you joining us here
The Tiefling: Strange Brothers-1
Strange Brothers- 2- One Last Theft
Strange Brothers- 3- Something to Call You
Strange Brothers- 4- Washing Clean
Extra- If he could write a diary
Extra- The Tiefling as a Baby- Art.
Strange Brothers- 5- Somewhere To Go
Catnip
I don’t know
CW: tiny whumpee, fear of punishment.
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Whumpee shivered in place, everything on him wanted to back away, but one more step back meant to fall from the table to the hard floor, meant to break so manybones.
“Please,” he begged weakly when the huge hand came closer, lifting his chin with the tip of the finger, “Please don’t- don’t hurt me please I-”
“Shhhh” the woman said with a playful smile, her cat ears moved shortly towards a sound outside and back at him right after. She was looking down as if he was a prey. He is. “You are so small…” she said, pinning him down with her finger.
Whumpee hissed in pain when his back hit the table, “Please, please don’t I didn’t- didn’t do any-” the rest of the words died out when the woman’s snout got closer, close enough to touch the tip of her nose on his head as she sniffed him for gods know the reason.
“Why do you smell like that?” She asked, not stopping sniffing, she didn’t wait a second to speak again, “I made you a question!”
Whumpee swallowed hard, “I-it’s a p-p-plant, I I-” bright tears streamed down on his cheeks, “I-I’m a a plant plant fairy, sorry, sorry.”
The woman’s eyebrows arched, “Which plant?” she held him up, pressing him against her face, “I don’t know this smell.”
“I…” he struggled to remember the word non-fairy uses the plant, “C-cat-” he managed as the woman rubbed her face on him, “catnip.”
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Life on the shelf
Got some bait on the line and I hope I catch something big.
Happy mer may!
I know I already said this lol but i LOVE this drawing, A) because holy wow, how did you get it to looks so fluid???? This is indeed a gorgeous mer <33 and B) THE POTENTIAL.
Why are they being used as bait? Are they an unwilling participant in their community who drew the short straw and didn’t know what they were in for? Or maybe this is a punishment for a crime they didn’tcommit.
Or maybe it wasn’t even mer who put them there! Maybe it was pirate needing to get past some dangerous creature, like piranha mers—or sharks! Or maybe, they’re looking for something bigger. >:)
Hey guys can we get a non-human/hybrid whumpee who is literally the sweetest person you’ll ever meet about to be killed in front of their team because they’re seen as dangerous?