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seren or ellie.   she / he / it.   adult.   genderqueer arospec lesbian.  ©

Hi there! You may call me Seren or Ellie - whichever's most comfortable for you, I don't have a preference. I am a genderqueer gray-aroace dyke who goes by most pronouns with the strict exception of they. I am a little freak inside behind a computer screen that has dedicated an absurd amount of her time to cultivating a collection of grotesque and disturbing artwork! Aside from that, though, I really enjoy video games, nature, and all forms of art.

In terms of whump content, I dabble in just about everything, but my favorite tropes are lab whump, medical whump, captivity/kidnapping whump, nonhuman whump, lady whump, defiant whumpees, sadistic whumpers, and all things related to torture! Graphic displays of violence and gore forever have my heart. Most of my whump-related fiction involves torture and extreme physical pain. If that disturbs you, I don't think you'll like what I do here, sorry!

My least favorite tropes are sickfics, pregnancy, child + animal whump, superhero whump, historical whump, and familial dynamics. I also prefer not to write explicit NSFWhump, but I will write suggestive content or implied / past NSFWhump here and there. None of these things are triggers, with the exception of pregnancy and sickfics, specifically ones containing vomit and nausea. I don't follow back emeto-focused blogs for the sake of my own mental health.

At this point in my life, I write pretty much exclusively original whump fiction. If you find it hard to get invested in other people's original characters, my blog may not be for you. On the other hand, if you are also an OC whump enthusiast, we should be friends!

If you plan on interacting with me, please be aware that I am autistic and have been diagnosed with C-PTSD (along with some other mental conditions). I am extremely socially anxious and have the tendency to reply really slow! If I "ghost" you, it was completely on accident. Please feel free to bump your message as many times as it takes for me to reply. All I ask is that you have some patience with me. Thank you!

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character's roles (whumpee, whumper, etc) are loosely defined and can change at any time. i, personally, love whumping my whumpers.
characters marked with a star (★) are my favorites; i write for them the most, prioritize them during events, and prefer asks about them!

DR. KARA ANDERSON ★
  > it / she
  > mad scientist whumper
  > character bio

CLARE FOSTER ★
  > she / any
  > defiant & tough deity whumpee
  > character bio

SPARKY ★
  > he / him
  > weredog whumpee + caretaker
  > character bio

BATSUGUN ★
  > they / she
  > demon whumpee
  > character bio

TIANLEI
  > he / him
  > demihuman solider whumpee
  > character bio

CHIYO ★
  > she / her
  > serial killer whumper + immortal whumpee
  > character bio

KAGE KAJIYASHIKI
  > he / him
  > timid lab whumpee + sibling whump with megumi
  > character bio

MEGUMI KAJIYASHIKI
  > she / her
  > defiant lab whumpee + sibling whump with kage
  > character bio

FINLEY "FINN" BOUCHARD
  > he / they
  > lab rat whumpee
  > character bio

JUNO NIGHTSHADE
  > she / they
  > energetic sadistic whumper
  > character bio

ELIAS NAVARRO
  > he / him
  > lab employee caretaker
  > character bio

MARJORIE EITHNE
  > she / her
  > scientist caretaker + unwilling scientist whumpee
  > character bio

ASHLEY SUNDERLAND
  > she / her
  > cold scientist whumper
  > character bio

ELODIE LOUVIERE
  > she / her
  > creepy scientist whumper
  > character bio

PHOENIX
  > she / they
  > security guard (in a lab) whumper
  > character bio

"BATTY"
  > she / he / they
  > livestream whumper
  > character bio

ALICE RAMSEY
  > she / he
  > medical whumper
  > character bio

CLAUDIA GARLAND
  > she / her
  > immortal medical whumpee
  > character bio

Kara Elizabeth Anderson, more commonly known as Dr. Kara, is the deranged mastermind behind the Daystar Research Facility: an underground laboratory that abducts and conducts torturous experiments upon unwilling individuals. Once a promising young scientist with a sharp mind and an innovative spirit, Kara's brilliance has long since curdled into madness. A revolting cocktail of unchecked ambition, brutal self-experimentation, and trauma blended seamlessly with her innate egotism, turning her into the monster she is today.She holds no concern for anything beyond herself and her own sadistic desires. She rules over her laboratory like a tyrant, or a careless god—every decision is made to satiate her need for control. She views both her subjects and staff as objects, not people. She could care less if they live or die, only if they serve her adequately. Those who displease her (whether by challenging her incorrect views, or daring to stand up for themselves) are disposed of, brutally.There is no higher goal here. No noble pursuit or grand plan, no matter how fervently she claims otherwise. She’s nothing more than a self-serving deadbeat who's determined to turn her ego into gospel. She wholeheartedly believes that her "work" will change the world, and anyone who opposes her is naught but an uncultured fool. She longs for a world free from all these pointlessly limiting rules, where she’ll be adored and revered for her achievements, and granted the freedom to do whatever she wants, whenever she wants. Through unrelenting zeal (and violent displays of power), she’s certain she’ll get there someday.After all, she’s a genius! How could she ever fail?

Clare is a bearer of many names — Slayer, Creator, War King... her identity is fragmented across many different realities, her legend shifting depending on which side of the battlefield tells it. But one certainty endures: she is a force to be feared, and she will be the one to either end or save the world as we know it.Her species carries the divine essence of the Guardians, beings older than magic and greater than gods, the architects of creation itself. Clare is not unique among them, yet she stands as the most skilled of her kind. She leads the struggle against Corruption, an anti-lifeforce that seeks to unravel existence.Her ultimate mission is to free the Guardians from their imprisonment so they might halt the world’s collapse. But despite her staggering power, Clare is not free from her mortal roots. She was born human, shaped by human longings, doubts, and fears. As the years drag on, her humanity threatens to undo her as surely as the war itself.

Batsugun, or simply Batsu for short, was born into this world knowing exactly what who they were supposed to be, and exactly what they were supposed to do. Upon emerging from the body pit, fully matured, and were granted a position in Hell's cutthroat sex industry as a brothel worker.They soon grew an insatiable lust for attention, always wanting to do more, to be more. The more eyes on them and them alone, the better they felt, so, they naturally gravitated toward an industry that was less overcrowded, one where they could be the star of the show. Their niche ended up being snuff films. They would allow themselves to be tormented and slaughtered, again and again, for hundreds of eyes to see. Their reputation was largely negative, with even the scum of Hell viewing their actions as "too far" in certain cases, but they didn't care. All they wanted was to be seen. To be known.They told themselves they were fine, but they were not. When they finally started to break down, unable to keep it together any longer, they were in too deep, bound by contracts, connections, and exceptions. They couldn't leave, but they couldn't stay, either. Eventually, they had a complete breakdown and fled the spotlight, ditching their old life and retreating into the underpopulated fringes of Hell.Traumatized and repulsed, they became somewhat of a social recluse. Eventually, they began to allow themselves to be summoned by mortals through ritualistic sacrifice, to which she would then to their bidding. Unfortunately, this wasn't too different from her life as a sex worker, but at least her endeavors weren't being broadcasted for all to see.

There isn't much to say about sparky that isn't obvious upon first meeting him. He is exactly who he presents himself to be: a sensitive, empathetic man who sees the world through a lens of love and art. Deeply compassionate, he cares fiercely for those he calls friends. Clare holds a particularly special place in his heart. He speaks of her with a near-reverence, as if his entire world revolves around her, because, in many ways, it does.Sparky was the first soul Clare resurrected with her then-fledgling magic. She gave him a second chance at life he wouldn't have had otherwise, and for that, he is eternally grateful. He remembers nothing of his first life, but that doesn't matter. He's content with where he is now, running a small bookstore (and homemade trinket shop!) in the Overworld and living out of he and Clare's shared rural home.His scars have mostly faded now, leaving little trace of the horrors he endured during the fight to liberate Earth from Corruption; years of torture and abuse, being forced to turn against those he loved, trapped in a war that was never his to fight... the blood which stains his hands continues to haunt him, but he is determined to make a better life for himself — and for those he holds dear.

Chiyo remembers very little of her life before the Saevirelum. She was a different creature back then, untouched by dark magic, oblivious to the cruelty of man. She likes to believe she was born good, though how long she stayed that way is uncertain. Maybe her descent was inevitable, and her goodness nothing more than a story she tells herself to feel at ease. Maybe the darkness was there from the beginning.It may have been that same darkness that bound her to the Saevirelum, the very thing Jenny must have recognized in her. Of all the blurred faces, Jenny’s remains the sharpest: the certainty in their gaze, the deceptive tenderness of their touch, the bite of their ritual dagger. She remembers it clearest on the night she turned it back on them, plunging steel into their ribs as they had done to her countless times. In that instant, her future unfurled before her, and the act became the axis of her entire existence.Since escaping her captors, she has grown into something far darker than them. She prowls the Klamath wilderness, drifting between trail and treeline in search of prey. Human women are her chosen delicacy. She disarms them with kindness and hospitality, luring them in with the promise of love. At first she’s gentle, even tender, but love always curdles inside her, until it erupts in one last, grotesque gesture: a lover’s ribs pried apart, her heart torn free and devoured. Her victims are seldom found, but when they are, their bodies remain eerily preserved, their hollowed chests carefully filled with flowers.

Jenny is a young hespian who inexplicably into the role of leader within one of the Saevirelum’s occult sub-factions. Under their command, the cult abducts innocent civilians and drags them to a bloodstained altar, where their bodies are cut open with ancient, magic-imbued blades. These rituals are meant to force the victim’s flesh to fuse with primordial magic, allowing the Old Ones to manifest through sacrifice. Despite the faction’s small size, it is rigidly organized and fiercely loyal; a testament to their charisma and knack for intimidation.They cultivate devotion as carefully as they cultivate fear. They have a taste for excess, surrounding themself with expensive robes, jewel-encrusted chalices, and ornate daggers. Their compound is cluttered with candles, trinkets, and ritual adornments; aesthetics are not incidental to their worship, but a passion in their own right.Jenny is unapologetically sadistic. They take pleasure in prolonging their victims' suffering, often keeping them caged in an underground cellar for days before a ritual, taunting and tormenting them all the while. Desperation and fear make their deaths all the more satisfying.Their long search for a "worthy" vessel ended with Chiyo, who became immortal in the wake of a successful ritual. Now, Jenny devotes themself to Chiyo with equal parts reverence and cruelty, treating her as both sacred triumph and personal indulgence: their favorite lamb, their most cherished punching bag.

Deep in the mountains of Northern China, buried beneath stone and soil, a group of scientists pursued their grandest vision. They dreamed of super-soldiers; beings who would never tire, never falter. Their work was fueled by a growing tide of advocacy and exploitation: governments had begun granting legal recognition to nonhuman species, such as the animal hybrids who had long lived quietly among humanity. Now, they could be drafted into public life—sent to war, forced into factories, pressed into service in the cities.The scientists saw an opportunity. To them, hybrids were perfect candidates for experimentation. Their animalistic biology, they argued, made them stronger, more adaptable, more suited for the demands of war. And so, many were stolen as children, taken from their families and raised within a hidden facility, conditioned from birth to fight.Tianlei was one of them. Plucked from his mother’s arms when he was very young, he remembers nothing of the rural mountain village he once belonged to. His earliest and only memories are of cruelty: the painful experiments, restrictive diets, the endless grind of trial after trial, fight after fight, each one crafted to mold him into a flawless warrior. It was his only purpose, or so he was told. Any deviation from that path was punished.Many children never survived to adulthood. Tianlei came close, but not close enough. He was killed during a fighting trial at the age of seventeen, left to bleed out on the cold arena floor while his opponent was congratulated. His body was likely burned to erase the evidence. All that remains of him in the facility’s records are a few logs, where he is reduced to a number instead of a name. That was the extent of his memory; all he'd ever be. Until...After decades of death, he opened his eyes again—not in China, but half a world away, in the rural northern United States. The first face he saw was Clare’s: the Demiguardian who had brought him back. It wasn’t intentional, that much she was clear about. Her resurrection powers had always been unstable, especially in those days.Still, Clare embraced him as a friend. She taught him her language, guided him through the bewildering landscape of modern life, and offered him something he had never known: choice. She told him he was free to go, to carve his own path if he wished, but he stayed. He stayed because she had given him life again, because her circle of friends gave him a place to belong. They saved him, and he feels he owes them everything... no matter how many times they insist he does not.

Elias isn’t the kind of man anyone expects to find in Daystar. He has the look of someone who belongs in a classroom or a small-town library rather than a glorified torture facility: soft brown eyes tucked behind rounded glasses, fluffy hair that falls over his freckled face, honey-colored skin, and a slack, open posture. He dresses warmly, yet very plainly, usually donning sweaters and well-worn slacks. He's the sort of person who blends into the background if you let him.It's his kindness that makes him stand out amongst the lab's faculty. He’s steady, gentle, and soft-spoken. He views the test subjects as people, not animals, and treats them accordingly. He does everything they can in order to make their lives easier, advocating for them at every turn. He takes his caretaker duties very seriously: if he can’t shut down the machine, maybe he can at least soften its teeth.Elias got trapped in Daystar through financial and personal desperation. A failed teaching career, mounting debt, and family pressure pushed him into taking what he thought was a simple research-assistant job. By the time he realized what Daystar was, he was already under contract and closely monitored. He doesn’t have the nerve to resist openly, but he bends the rules wherever he can. He’s well-known for collaborating with his closest scientist friend, Marjorie, to approve accommodations and privileges for subjects, including cell decorations and extra free time.

Marjorie never thought her first job as a scientist would be like this. Fresh out of college, she spotted the listing in a newspaper, called, and was quickly invited in for an interview. The person who met her was a wolf bestian with bizarre cosmetic augmentations and an unnervingly manic demeanor. From the very start, Marjorie felt very uncertain, but she pushed it down. This job seemed like the perfect opportunity, and she refused to let it go to waste.To her surprise, she was hired on the spot. Her new boss, introduced as Kara, offered to give her a tour of the lab and show her the specimens she’d be working with. Eager and curious, Marjorie agreed. In her mind, “specimens” could mean anything—rats, maybe, at worst. But when laid eyes upon rows of cells holding real, living people, she was stunned beyond words. She was expected to experiment on human beings.Leaving wasn’t an option. Kara ensured her compliance with thinly veiled threats. Marjorie was shoved into her new role as a torturer, conducting unethical experiments against her will. Her life shattered in that moment. She now tries, as best she can, to be kind to the subjects without endangering herself, though it is nearly impossible. She never wanted this. She clings to the hope that one day, this place will collapse under its own weight, and that it's victims will find peace.

Finn grew up troubled and lonely. His home life wasn’t overtly terrible, but his parents taught him that his emotions were little more than an inconvenience, leading him to hide them. His siblings received far more recognition, leaving him as the lonely black sheep of the family. Social interactions were always difficult; Finn was awkward and struggled to form lasting friendships. He found solace in art, excelling in his classes and eventually earning a scholarship to one of the nation’s top art schools.For a brief moment, he thought his life might finally improve. That hope was shattered during a day trip over the American border, when he was discretely ambushed and tranquilized by a group of armored men. He awoke miles from anything he has ever known, imprisoned deep underground in a bizarre research facility.There, Finn became one of many subjects in transspecies experimentation, designed to test whether a human could be physically and biologically altered into something like a bestian or hespian. His body adapted remarkably well, growing soft white fur, mouse ears, and a tail, with further augmentations planned for the future. Yet even now, the procedures are taking a toll on him, both mentally and physical.To the staff, he is fully expendable. It's very possible that he may die before the experiments conclude. Fear overwhelms him constantly. He's terrified of his fellow subjects, of the staff, of the world around him. All he wants is to curl into himself and disappear forever.

Kage Kajiyashiki is a gentle, soft-spoken young man who is not cut out for the life he ended up leading. Born in the early 2000s in rural Japan, he was raised in an abusive and severely neglectful household. The only good part of his childhood was his older sister, Megumi, who served as his caretaker, protector, and entire world.From a young age, Kage discovered he possessed a rare magic that allowed him to clone and repair objects. Under Megumi's guidance, he learned to use it practically, cloning food so they wouldn’t go hungry and repairing household items their mother refused to replace.After their mother passed, the siblings fled together, roaming aimlessly throughout the country until they fell into the hands of a horrifically cruel and abusive man, who effectively enslaved them throughout their adolescence. Kage endured years of violence, shielded whenever possible by Megumi, and left with lasting physical and emotional scars. When the man vanished under mysterious circumstances, the two reclaimed their lives and eventually escaped Japan, chasing the fragile hope of a better life.That hope ended in Klamath.Kidnapped off the street and imprisoned in the Daystar Research Facility, Kage and Megumi were reduced to test subjects. Believed to be ordinary humans, they were treated as disposable fodder — until Kage’s abilities were discovered. The siblings were separated, and Kage was transferred into special containment, where he is exploited as a living tool, forced to repair equipment and clone materials for the very people who torment him.

Megumi Kajiyashiki’s life has been everything but easy. Born in the late 1990's to loving parents, her childhood was warm and idyllic, almost rehearsed in it's perfection. The illusion of stability lasted until her mother's second pregnancy, which her father, frightened by the mounting responsibility, interpreted as his exit cue; in the dark span between one day and the next, he gathered his things and vanished into the night, never to be seen again.In the wake of this betrayal, Megumi's mother fell into a horrible depression, the likes of which she never recovered from. She lost her will to live, and with it, everything that kept her lifestyle afloat, from her income, to her connections, all the way to her care for her children. Megumi quickly ceased attending school to take care of her household, including her infant brother, Kage.When Kage was born, he was placed into her arms and, in many ways, never left them. Their mother withdrew almost completely, and Megumi stepped in without hesitation, becoming Kage's caretaker, teacher, and shield. For the first time since her childhood ended, she found something that made the world feel bearable again. She loved her brother fiercely and raised him as her own, guiding him through every milestone she could manage.

Juno's is an enigmatic character. Little is known about her motivations, and even less is known about her origins. However, few things are certain by just interacting with her: she was absolutely a victim before she was the perpetrator, she isn't fully human (at least not anymore), and "Nightshade" is absolutely not a real last name.She is covered head-to-toe in scars and blemishes, most of them years old but so deep and severe they never faded. This, combined with her chemical augments and the strange abilities linked to them, has led many to believe she was once a science experiment herself—just like the subjects she now tortures.Juno serves as an executioner at the Daystar Research Facility, tasked with punishing disobedient subjects through torture or disposing of those deemed useless. She loves her job a lot, perhaps even a little too much. Executioners are required to wear masks during punishments, and Juno's mask of choice is the misleadingly adorable face of bunny.

Ashley Sunderland remains something of an enigma within Daystar’s ranks. Very little of her life before arriving in Klamath is known, though it is understood that she was born and raised in Canada and departed for the United States shortly after turning eighteen. The reasons behind that move have never been clear; her paper trail only began after she was settled in the states.After drifting from place to place, she eventually found herself in Klamath, drawn not by the city itself, but by the esteemed research facility that was tucked away in it's surrounding forests.By the time Ashley applied, Daystar Labs had long since abandoned its polished public image, its focus shifted from legitimate scientific endeavors to into aimless experimentation on living beings. Surprisingly, this didn’t deter her; if anything, it excited her. She was hired quickly, and to the surprise of no one who’s met her since, she flourished in the chaotic, cutthroat environment.Nowadays, Ashley is known as a competent and hardy worker, but also as profoundly arrogant, manipulative, and uniquely degrading toward the test subjects. She dismisses it as "just business," claiming that emotional attachment to her specimens would compromise her work. However, most of her colleagues have begun to realize it's simply sadism dressed in professional attire. Her off-hours are spent as an unpaid recruiter, encouraging everyone she knows to apply as staff or subjects, insisting it will be the best experience of their lives.

Like many of Daystar's forgien employees, Elodie did not discover the facility through formal recruitment or word-of-mouth, but rather, she stumbled upon it whilst browsing the "deep web." A lifelong sadist who's proclivities became more pronounced upon partaking in animal testing trials at work, she began to seak out such content involving sentient, humanoid species. A serious of videos, all sharing a similar backdrops and similar uniforms, lead her to a discussion thread, and in this discussion thread, someone who went by the username of "LIVINGDEADGRRRL" (or, for short, simply Grrrl), claimed she was looking to recruit new staff for her laboratory. She promised violent freedom, an abundance of live test subjects, and forged work visas for international applicants. Elodie had nothing to lose, so she indulged this strange woman.She had expected this to be a small operation, more of a glorified torture and trafficking ring than anything, but much to her utter surprise, it was, indeed, a real laboratory, even better than the one she previously worked at. The difference was the research subjects; not rodents or plants or bacteria, but living beings — humans, bestians, hespians, even supernatural creatures she believed were only myths. And best of all? She had permission to hurt, use, and do whatever she wished to them.There were, however, expectations. The subjects had to remain viable for experimentation; the pain couldn’t be entirely pointless. But Elodie grew greedy. She longed for one subject she could claim entirely for herself, to do with as she pleased, science be damned. This selfish, sadistic desire would run her into trouble.

More often than not, Phoenix is regarded as someone who is insufferably edgy. Everything about her feels as though it was plucked the doodles in the margins of a teenager's notebook, from her pierced skin and her spiked hair to her umbrakinesis and even her profession.Phoenix is a guard at the Daystar Research Facility. This position is deceptively simple; all she is required to do is keep the subjects in line, escort them from place-to-place, and prevent any sorts of disruptive behaviors or incidents from cropping up. This is not a prison, however, but rather a laboratory which houses some truly dangerous supernatural beings. Many guards will find themselves unprepared — and dead within weeks.Phoenix has comfortably maintained her position for upwards of a year because of her cruel and cutthroat personality, and also her biological advantage; as stated previously, she is an umbrakinetic, with the innate ability to manipulate shadows and turn them into tangible things, such as restrains and weapons. Thanks to this, the facility's subjects feel less like insurmountable forces of nature, and more like common enemies.

Tiffany Dias, who goes by "Tiff," voluntarily admitted herself to Saint Rosemary's Psychiatric Hospital after suffering a traumatic breakup that exacerbated her long-standing struggle with BPD. She was diagnosed in her late teens, and had managed her symptoms well enough until her early twenties, when the overwhelming fear of adulthood and a directionless future sent her into a tailspin of self-destruction. The breakup stripped her of her support system and cost her the only person she's ever considered a best friend. It was the straw that broke the camel's back, colloquially speaking; it was only a matter of time until she ended up at Saint Rosemary's doorstep.The hospital's staff were initially gentle, as they always are, but the facade was quickly shattered during an invasive and violent "intake exam" where she was restrained, drugged, and threatened by the nurses who were supposed to help her. She awoke later in a standard-issue patient uniform, trapped. She's terrified, of course, but she can't help but relish in her loss of control: if she really is too broken and sick for the outside world, perhaps this hospital is where she truly belongs.

Most of the general populace believes Red Rooms are nothing more than myth. After all, such unimaginable cruelty couldn’t possibly slip through the cracks of the worldwide web. Even buried under layers of encryption, someone would be able to track the perpetrators down, drag them into the light, and bring them to justice. But law enforcement cannot begin to contend with what truly happens in the world—things hidden in other realities, veiled by magic, always just out of reach, yet never entirely out of sight. People cling to the illusion of safety without realizing that it is merely that: an illusion. Humanity has never been the top predator. They’re simply too afraid to face the truth.Nori Kojima, better known by the alias Batty, runs one of the most infamous Red Rooms in existence. A trafficker by trade and sadist by profession, they abduct victims and imprison them in a hidden bunker, where their torture is broadcast to paying audiences in both the Lowworld and the Overworld. Law enforcement has never managed to catch them, and probably never will. They have an affinity for magic and are in cahoots with lots of extremely powerful people who will protect them no matter what. No justice is brought to their victims.Little is known about Batty beyond their affinity for pain. What they do share—loudly, at that—is their love of wealth. They sneer at anything they deem cheap, appearing on camera only in the finest, most expensive latex while standing over their “stars.”

By day, Alice is a medical assistant. She works in a small, homely hospital somewhere in the mountains of New England, USA. Though not a nurse herself, she works closely with them, giving her both in-depth medical knowledge and access to supplies. But her most valuable asset is her persona: an expertly maintained image of kindness and harmlessness that allows her to smuggle items out of the hospital, utterly unseen and unsuspected.Deep in the basement of her secluded, rural home lies a meticulously crafted replica of a hospital ward. It started as a gallery for her amassed medical equipment, a collection gathered through both purchase and theft. But when she discovered her more... violent proclivities, she began bringing "patients" down there, transforming her collection into a toolkit and her guests into victims.Her victims rarely last more than a few days under the weight of the medical tortures she invents for her own pleasure. She is actively researching ways to prolong their lives (using blood bags, adrenaline, even magical treatments) but so far, her progress has been limited, to say the least."Amygdala" is the alias she uses in online forums and the fake name she gives to her victims. The only one who has ever learned her real name is her "long-term patient," Claudia.

Claudia has always related to terminally ill young adults in a strange sense. It's awful to have to come to terms with the fact that your life isn't what you thought it would be. However, instead of coming to terms with the fact that she'll die young, she has to come to terms with the fact that she'll be young forever.Outwardly, Claudia is perfectly ordinary. Inwardly, she harbors a one-in-a-million arcane mutation that grants her a terrible immortality, making her impervious to physical harm. This was revealed to her during a fatal car accident in her teens that killed her father, and should've killed her, too; despite injuries that were objectively mortal (including a severed spine!) she survived. Furthermore, she made a full physiological recovery with very limited medical aid, her body practically repairing itself in a matter of mere hours.To escape the scrutiny her impossible condition would invite, she made the bold decision to stage her death and disappear. With great effort, she became a ghost—a person with no origin, no place, and no identifying records. Her entire world is a small backpack containing some outdated technology (a flip phone, an MP3 player, a handheld compass), the clothes on her back, and her wits. The world is seldom kind to lonely young women, and she has endured its worst. However, she knows that it's all temporary; no matter what happens, she will survive, for better or for worse.She had always found it easier to keep people at arm's length, avoiding the inevitable pain of attachment. That careful effort crumbled in the face of Alice, whose lavender hair and dark-rimmed eyes disarmed her completely. For a fleeting moment, Claudia let herself be normal. She was relaxing into their conversation when she began to grow unbearable tired. She blinked, and suddenly, she was elsewhere: strapped to a medical table in a room that looked like a hospital, with no idea of the horrors about to befall her.

An unlicensed nurse working out of a highly illegal back-alley clinic in the Lowworld. Feared by some and beloved by many others, Vesper markets herself as an easy and (relatively) safe alternatve to allopathic medicine for vulnerable supernaturals. Her skill is undeniable, and it’s for that reason, paired with the absence of better options, many choose to trust her.Vesper had always preempt of being a model, or maybe even a fashion designer, but her true calling revealed itself to her during the miserable years she spent engrossed in an underground trafficking ring for rare (or otherwise valuable) non-humans. Her life began in the Overworld, raised by a Hespian mother while her vampire father kept his distance in the Lowworld, wary of humans. His fear never made sense to—until the day a routine doctor’s appointment sent her DNA straight into the hands of traffickers. She remained blissfully unaware, right up until the day a tranquilizer dart sank into the side of her neck on her walk home from work.Years passed as she was traded like property, passed from collector to torturer, from facility to facility, until she finally slipped the chain. She fled into the Lowworld and never looked back. Instead of crumbling beneath the weight of her own trauma, she allowed herself to be filled with a renewed sense of purpose: if mainstream medical care endangered people like her, then she would provide a safe alternative. She keeps only the records she must, and her patients’ secrets die with her, and when payment’s an issue, she’s glad to take blood instead of cash.

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GENERAL MODERN FANTASY   (view setting information)
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    > STORY #2   ;   The Daystar Research Facility

the setting that the vast majority of my stories take place in.

A modern fantasy world where humans share Earth with other sentient nonhuman species, and magic flows quietly beneath the surface of everyday life.Humans dominate the world by sheer numbers, followed by bestians (anthro animals; furries, essentially), hespians (kemonomimi/demihumans), and other humanoid beings. Centuries of human expansion and exploitation have depleted the planet’s natural magical ecosystems, driving many supernatural creatures into hiding. Some conceal their supernatural identities, others retreat into alternate realities, and some remain in isolated places where magic is still accepted.Visibly nonhuman beings are a common site, but open displays of magic (because that is a different thing) are often met with skepticism, confusion, or fear. Magic is somewhat recognized, but treated as a harmless curiosity or quirk rather than anything substantial; powerful magic is thought by most to be a myth. Some regions embrace the supernatural, while others remain hostile, and official institutions refuse to acknowledge such beings at all. Despite its suppression, magic continues to shape the world, manifesting subtly in certain physical traits people have (such as naturally colorful fur/hair, eyes, etc).Magic isn’t front-and-center in everyday life, but it’s woven into everything. At its core, magic is really just the ability to manipulate a certain type of essence, which is the invisible energy that makes up all things. A pyromancer, for example, isn’t “creating” fire; they’re manipulating the elemental essence tied to heat and flame. Magical essence flows through the world ambient, forming invisible streams that are always present, but usually undetectable to anyone without the innate ability to perceive it. Long ago, these streams were strong enough to sustain powerful magic all over the world, but centuries of over-extraction, environmental damage, and industrial expansion caused natural magical ecosystems to collapse. Now the ambient flow is weak and fragmented, making naturally gifted magic-users incredibly rare.Sometimes, when ambient magic gathers too densely in one place, it folds in on itself, creating a mini "big bang" and splitting off into a completely new world. These are typically referred to as alternate realities, which are parallel worlds that exist alongside Earth, each one an offshoot of the "main" reality (which is often referred to as the Overworld). Some are vast and dramatically different from Earth, with their own rules of magic and physics, while others are small pocket-worlds that barely stretch beyond the size of a room. All of them sit parallel to the Overworld, capable of being accessed through portals. Some portals are hidden in plane sight (like a strange, off-color doorway) whereas others are created by powerful magic-users with the express purpose of being permanent access points for certain realities.One of the major realities is the Lowworld, a mirror of the Overworld in every way but one: there are no humans. It serves as a refuge for supernatural and magically skilled beings who prefer to avoid the Overworld’s scrutiny.Because alternate realities exist alongside the Overworld, and because magic can conceal entire spaces or erase evidence, countless crimes go unnoticed. Modern governments barely understand the depth of magic and avoid confronting it beyond a surface level (because it's scary and completely out of their control), so entire trafficking networks operate largely undetected right beneath their noses. People vanish through portals or are snatched from isolated places: rare supernatural beings are sold to private collectors, unethical laboratories, or powerful families, while others are trafficked as living “pets,” torture victims, or simple entertainment. Humans (and human-adjacent species, like bestians) and supernaturals alike participate in these rings; cruelty isn’t limited to any one species. The only real regulation the Overworld enforces is requiring registered magic-users to wear magic-nullifying wristbands in certain public buildings (and marking their magical status on legal documents). This system is abused constantly. Null-material is stolen, sold on the black market, and crafted into restraints, collars, cuffs, and tools that strip magic-users of their abilities, leaving them helpless when they’re captured.This opens the door to vigilante justice. When law enforcement can’t act, ordinary people take it upon themselves to stop what’s happening. Often, they do, but usually not before terrible damage has already been done.Whump in this world functions much like it does in ours, and in most modern-fantasy settings, just with its own kinda specific constraints. The key element is the system of alternate realities and magic suppression. Many crimes go unnoticed simply because they’re carried out just out of sight, and magic nullifiers play a crucial role in keeping poor supernatural whumpees under control.

The leading story of my modern fantasy world, which follows a powerful demi-deities efforts to save the world as it unravels from the inside-out.The universe was created by the Guardians — beings more powerful than gods, their existence predating even magic itself. They are the creators of everything and the protectors of the one true afterlife, known as the spirit realm. Their power is inconceivable, and yet, they possess one glaring weakness. The fallout of their creation is a volatile substance known as Corruption. It moves and destroys, but it does not think; more a hivemind than a conscious being. It is the physical embodiment of everything wrong with the world; a shadow cast by the light, the destruction born of the Guardians’ creation. Where the Guardians represent the beginning, Corruption represents the end. Millions of years ago, Corruption managed to seal the Guardians out of earth with a barrier that can only be broken from within. In doing so, it ensured that it could destroy the Guardians’ most beloved world, and they would be powerless to stop it.In a final, desperate effort, the Guardians bestowed their essence upon a handful of Earthborn, creating the Demiguardians. Their purpose was to hold back the Corruption and, eventually, break the seal. But things quickly became complicated. These beings came into the world with no guidance, no mentors, and no knowledge of the task set before them.Clare, a wannabe rockstar and high-school dropout, is the Demiguardian who ends up leading the charge. She witnessed what corruption can do firsthand, which terrified her into taking action. While corruption was certainly her most formidable foe, much of her energy was taking up by fending off an antagonistic group known as the the Saevirelum (folks who believe — or have been coerced/manipulated into believing — that corruption is going to 'cleanse' this world of it's sins, and that stopping it is an act of blasphemy.)While not an explicitly whump-centered story, it still has a lot of whumpy elements! Clare and her team often get themselves into trouble during missions, which leads them to get hurt in various ways. Sometimes they're even kidnapped!

Welcome to the Daystar Research Facility. Deep underground, hidden away from prying eyes, this laboratory operates without limits. With the goal of advancing scientific research and deepening the modern world's understanding of magic, the operation appears noble on the surface, but every breakthrough comes at the expense of those trapped within its walls. Unwilling test subjects, forced or deceived into their role, are reduced to little more than punching bags as the line between suffering and sacrifice grows blurrier by the day.The owner of this laboratory goes by the name of Dr. Kara, and she is perhaps one of the worst people you will ever meet. She is incredibly scientifically gifted, very assertive, and a fantastic leader, but unfortunately, every positive trait she has is greatly overshadowed by her negative ones; she is an incredibly dangerous and volatile individual who relishes in the suffering of others, and will always prioritize her own enjoyment above anything practical. Much of her pleasure in running the facility comes from the power she gets to wield. She enjoys being feared and worshipped. She is fully convinced that she is a genius who can do no wrong, and those around her are expected to validate this and make her feel important, lest they get punished.While genuine scientific research does often occur within the facility, many test subjects are little more than fodder for abuse and torture. Many of the staff are just as cruel as the facility's owner herself, but many others are also prisoners, deceived and trapped into their roles. All that to say, experiment quality and subject treatment will vary heavily from staff member to staff member.Subjects are sorted into one of five classifications: Docile, Lahde, Cronus, Halcyon, or Nonviable. The first three are danger classifications, with Docile subjects being the least dangerous (i.e. normal humans) and Cronus subjects being the most dangerous. Halcyon subjects are Kara's favorites, and Nonviable subjects are your typical failed experiment. Subjects are also assigned a behavioral level that determines how many privileges they get (cell decorations, free time, etc) based on how cooperative they are.Subjects who misbehave will be punished, of course. All subjects are fitted with shock collars, which can be activated manually by staff as they see fit. The "worse" a subject's behavior, the more severe the punishment. Very quickly, a defiant subject will end up getting sent to the facility's lowest sector, called Sector E, where they are relentlessly tortured for days to come. This is where more "traditional" whump comes in, because there is nothing scientific about this.Daystar is very loosely based upon real life residential facilities, psychiatric wards, prisons, etc. A lot of the emphasize is on relationships between the subjects and how they maintain a sense of community and normalcy in these circumstances, if at all. "Good" staff members will fight to help them preserve their humanity by giving them additional privileges. Some subjects live relatively good lives because of these efforts. However, the threat of the next experiment or punishment is always around the corner.The Daystar Research Facility is one of my most fleshed-out stories. You can read more about the facility and how it works by clicking here!