Mirasara

the first photo turns one year old today so i kind of redraw it again today (second photo) i love Happy Summer Vacation MiraSara so much i wish they made it in the anime ;w; oh well i can always imagine it happening in my mind-

empress / emperor - rules over an empire, composed of several kingdoms or countries. highest rank

king / queen - rules over a kingdom. could be a part of an empire, but still quite powerful

duchess / duke - rule over a duchy (a part of a kingdom, ex. a province or large territory). second only to the literal king and queen

marquis / marchioness - support dukes and duchesses, don't usually own territory

countess / count/earl - rule over cities. have their own castles. pretty cool guys

viscount / viscountess - rule over smaller lands, like towns or villages. they can also be the children of counts/earls and countesses

baron / baroness - the 'servants' of nobility. usually only people who have their own land + a noble rank.

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princess / prince - the descendants of royalty

knight / dame - usually military folk with titles (addressed as "sir")

Oh I’m SUCH a sucker for Whumper administering comfort or healing. Whumpee needs it so badly even when every fibre of their being is screaming for them to run. It’s not like they can, anyway…

(If you use these as pompts please tag me cuz I wanna see! 🥰)

Whumper holding a curled-up whumpee to their chest, rubbing smooth, warm circles against their back.

“Shhh….It’s alright. You did so good. Rest now.”

Whumper tenderly cleaning and wrapping wounds. Pausing when Whumpee winces away.

Alternately, Whumpee knows they need to be bandaged, so they hold still, but Whumper is having a grand time watching Whumpee wince and jerk away. They dig their fingers into the wounds to see it again.

“Stop crying. You’re done for today. I said stop crying.”

Carrying a dazed Whumpee to bed when they can’t stand on their own.

“You look so tired, darling. You can rest now. Go ahead and sleep. I’ll hold you and keep you safe.”

Whumper pressing gentle kisses along the ring of bruises circling Whumpee’s throat. Maybe biting gently when Whumpee tried to squirm away.

Whumper tipping a glass of water up to Whumpee’s lips. “You lost a lot of blood. You need to stay hydrated.”

Whumper casually moves behind Whumpee mid-conversation, massaging their shoulders when they look tense.

“Aww, who did this to you? You’re black and blue, sweetheart. How awful.”

Whumper makes Whumpee a nice cup of tea to calm down. Whumpee drinks it under their gaze, even as it burns their lips.

“Try not to stress about it. There’s nothing you can do to stop me anyway, so why worry?”

Whumper gently combing Whumpee’s hair. Keeping it trimmed just how they like it.

Whumper’s fingers gently massaging Whumpee’s scalp, kneading warm, sweet shampoo into their hair to ease away mats of dried blood.

“You look so tense. Take a deep breath. Here, give me your hands. Breathe with me. In…And out….In….And out….”

Whumper singing softly to Whumpee as they pass out from the pain fall asleep.

“Shhhh…sh sh shhh…you’re done. I’m not going to hurt you anymore.”

Whumper brushing away Whumpee’s tears with a gentle finger. Or kissing them away. Or licking them off their face..

“Okay, all done. Now what do you say?” “Th-than…thank you, S-sir.” “Mmm, you’re very welcome.”

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @paleassprince @distinctlywhumpthing @wormwriting @tropes-for-my-md-daydreams)