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#RepostYourArt Day 10 Pencil

This is Aroma "Andi" Keiko, a shrewd and lewd businesswoman who collects, deals and breeds species desired on the black market as kink toys. Her prize possession is a cuntboy hatched from an authentic Veeblie egg, Mint Shoko.

#BeebzArt #AromaKeiko #Futa #Futanari #whump #whumper

#RepostYourArt Day 9 Light

This is one of my oc's Dañado Herida (Damaged Wound in Spanish) AKA Cain Pascua. After being murdered by his abusive husband in 1986, he woke up in hell with both of their souls intertwined into one body. Cain as a wolf, with his husband Max (Malo Mentira ((Evil Liar in Spanish))) as an innocent looking bunny.

Here I was playing with how anime cells depicted shading with Dañado temporarily separated from Malo.

#BeebzArt #CainPascua #furryoc #whump #angst #whumpee

Miel has limits, and these guys pushed and broke them. But everyone knows Miel will be fine with being out of commission for a while if the money made Stan smile.

Whumptober 2025, day 15: Live-Streamed Torture

#oc #nsfw #art #torture #whump #trans #boy #electrocution #blood #gore #filming #livestream #pain #masochist #sadist #rape

after that fateful night in Sumter Forest, Aaron and Gage were separated due to the investigation. Aaron is permanently disfigured, in constant pain, unable to sleep and barely beginning to process the trauma of everything that led him here. there's no telling when or if he'll see Gage again; he's terrified of how he might react.

and the one thing that would ease his mind — the one thing he can't have — would be to know that Gage is somewhere safe.

Whumptober 2025, day 14: Wounded Caretaker

#art #oc #sfw #comic #whump #gay #angst #medical #hospital #eyetrauma #caretaker #gore #love #aaron #night

a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Whumptober 2025, day two: Prophecy

#oc #art #portraits #MastoArt #whumpee #whump #boy #nude #trauma #abuse #angst #scars #originalcharacter #gage

Yoooo, i wrote something1!!!! :D wooow, I’m not taking any opinions!!!11 ehehehehehh nomi suffeing, i lov it mmm yum. This took me fucking 6h to write.... sobsob, I did take plenty of breaks, reread, looked up stuff... My funky flavorful grammar is hated by all the grammar checkers ofc so :P
CONTEXT: Nomi has some good old childhood amnesia, cannot remember much about her life. Only major trauma, and like 5 past years. Nomi is also ”addicted” to the Big Aphrodisiac (TM) mentioned in game. She needs it to function :blobcatflower:​ (in game i use the nectar addict trait to sim it ehehehe) Nomi is 14 in this one, and during this age she got locked inside her room for many reasons. :3 Fic tim:
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Nomi laid on her bedroom floor, staring at the old cracked ceiling. Counting all the little lines was something to distract herself from the ache of her insides. Having survived yet another beating, the bruising had started to form all over her pale skin. Pale brown hair stuck to the splitting floorboards and the sweaty skin. Her mind was loud with rage, with grief, with the urge to just end it all. But not her, but him. Just to end it all, he was the ”all”. If Bailey was gone, it would all end. Dreaming about revenge had become her favourite hobby. How long had she been used and abused for? Ten years? Probably longer, didn’t really matter, can’t remember much past some few years. Revenge for all that suffering would feel so good. Getting worked up made her muscles shoot pain through her. In hurt she curled to her side clutching her torso. Eyes teary, Nomi bit her tongue to not cry like a pathetic victim. When could it all end? Can it even happen? Nomi took a deep breath- it got interrupted with a yelp. Her lungs felt sore, ribcage bruised and pressing against them.

She was so tired of trying to survive all this. This moment was getting too long. Time didn’t move. Did she have to wait for something? Teary eyes met her gaze in the mirror. A frowning girl looked back at her. Nomi posed, turned and checked her body for any signs of long lasting damage. Her stature was intimidating to most. At 14, already tall and strong. Too bad the only person she wanted to be scared of her, clearly wasn’t. Bailey was bigger and stronger still. He was able to get her to submit and go to some rich fucks home to entertain them. She looked like a mess when she arrived, she looked the same when she left. He took her home and locked her in once again. The door sealed shut tightly, just like how she wanted her legs to be. No entry, no exit. There was nothing to note in the mirror image, back to laying on the floor…

Nomi let out a sigh, things have gotten worse this year. More violence, more perverts. There were more risks, more danger. Even thinking about the possibility of getting forced to… Would Bailey even let Nomi get impregnated by someone? Most likely for some excellent money. Yay, now she wanted to throw up. Too bad there would be nothing to puke. She hadn’t gotten anything to eat for a couple days now. All she got to drink was alcohol at the ”party”. Her heartbeat rang in her ears, her hands were shaking. Yet another issue. More to follow. Soon hopefully she’d get some more. More of the thing she hates. Forced to enjoy, consume and be dependent on. Bailey sure got her under control for now. ”If you are going to lament your life, do it on the bed. Get up.” Oh, Bailey was here? For how long. Nomi looked up, her vision was blurry, only his silhouette against the hallway light made sense. With shaky limbs, she got up to lean against the bed. Getting only on her knees. Standing up would be difficult. Bailey groaned in annoyance, quickly injecting her with purple liquid before leaving. Once again making the door impossible to escape through.

The room fell quiet, there was only her. No clock on the wall to make tiny ticking noises... It was calming enough for Nomi to finally climb onto her bed. Still too weak to move, she gave up, opting to sleep in her clothes, on top of her bedspread and comfy dreams of revenge. Drifting off to sleep where she could feel truly safe and free from her daily hell.

#SaippuaWriting #Writing #Fic #Ficlet #DoL #DegreesOfLewdity #Angst #Whump #goretober #HurtNoComfort