listen, y’all don’t appreciate
hanging from your wrists
(without touching the ground)
enough.
cw: unwilling suspension, choking, loss of consciousness, begging, beating, broken bones
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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listen, y’all don’t appreciate
hanging from your wrists
(without touching the ground)
enough.
cw: unwilling suspension, choking, loss of consciousness, begging, beating, broken bones
Oh to be a captured spy, gagged with your own tie, bloodied shirt, tied to a chair in a hotel bedroom, your enemy making a show of unwrapping the tools they’re about to use on you
Febwhump 2023 - No.14 - Captivity
Rescued Whumpee whose approach to Caretaker changes daily.
Once they're distrustful, hiding behind furniture and inspect given food/water for a long, long time trying to determine if it's safe.
Then they're almost aggressive, snatching the food away and devouring it before anyone takes it away.
Another day they refuse to touch the food, because 'they don't deserve it' and 'they know their place'
One day they're the most-touch starved creature ever, begging for hugs and head pats, the next day they'd hiss if you even looked into their direction.
One day they address Caretaker by "Master" and "Sir", other days they are comfortable with using Caretaker's name, and on yet another day they don't speak at all.
Whumpees who had so many different traumas that they don't know which survival tactic to use anymore.
@jordanstrophe thanks for help editing!
*Sigh* I wish Val Kilmer was gonna be in the Willow TV Series
whumpee being so used to whumper’s harsh treatment that they don’t bat an eye when caretaker hurts them during the rescue.
If I may add…
The escape takes a toll on the Whumpee, partially due to their still healing wounds, not quite bandaged right. But the Caretaker has them by the wrist (their grip is so tight Whumpee thinks they might cut off circulation) and they’re running, far far away from here. Whumpee is still so shocked by Caretaker being there, they forget to look at where they’re going.
They fall, hard, so hard it shakes their bones. They fall on hard cement and they don’t make a sound as they feel their skin scrape and burn. They get to their feet as they feel their wounds start to ache, maybe reopened? They don’t know anymore. They don’t care.
Caretaker stops for them. That’s nice, Whumpee thinks, to wait for them. But Caretaker rushes to their side and helps them to their feet, asking hushed questions and shooting panicked looks behind them, looking for Whumper.
Whumpee doesn’t really remember the rest of the escape. It’s all a blur that passes by too fast and far too slowly for their liking. They try not to think about it. What they do remember is being sat on a bed as Caretaker examines their wounds with surprise.
“How… How did you manage to run with-” Caretaker starts, but the Whumpee cuts them off.
“I’ve had worse.”
There’s a moment of quiet as something loke horrified understanding passes over Caretaker’s face. Whumpee braces themselves for impact, only to find the Caretaker’s hand on their cheek, forehead pressing against forehead. A gentle touch, compared to all the rough ones Whumpee has received.
“I’m so sorry.” Their murmur is the thing to cause it all to break down at once for Whumpee.
Restraints but specifically around the upper arm. Wether it’s rope that holds someone’s arms back, more rope bending their elbows. Or henchpeople grabbing whumpee by the arms. I just think the upper arms are an excellent place for restraints
2.11.2021 redraw of
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Urgent: help needed asap for medication
A very dear friend of mine who is practically my dad is in urgent need of funds for medication. He's an elder queer, in his 40s, who lives in Texas. I've known him for three years now and he's one of my closest friends.
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The steady weight of his boot dug into their back, the bottom edge of heel bitting into their spine. Below them, their fists clutched at wet grass, fingernails digging into the soil.
"You got so far." He almost sounded disappointed, but humor laced the edges.
The weight pressed heavier, down into their lungs as he leaned in. They swallowed back a noise, refusing to allow it to be squeezed out.
"But never far enough." His smile was apparent, easy and wicked.
The boot twisted, sending the burn of treaded sole through their shirt.
"Give me that rope," he called over his shoulder to another pursuer. "We are going to make their ride home very uncomfortable."
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Same.
Hi! I love your writing. Could I request a mean, stern-but-fair villain with a captured hero’s sidekick? Sort of a “you’re lucky you still have your baby fat” scenario. Thank you!
"Do you need a paper bag?"
"W-what?"
"A bag." The villain's head tilted, examining them from the opposite wall of the small cell. "To breathe into. Or maybe puke into. Either way-" they waved a hand. "A bag."
"No," the sidekick said in a small voice. "No, thank you."
"You look like you're about to puke. Or hyperventilate. Or possibly cry."
"I mean, I cry at every movie I watch, it's a very low bar." They had a moment to blanch appalled that the comment might come across as in some way defiant or taunting or - something else offensive - when the villain snorted.
The sidekick swallowed, looking down at their legs. Their super-uniform was ripped slightly at the knee, and not in a cool 'ripped jeans' sort of way. More in the dishevelled, out-of-your-league, sort of way. They could see all the goosebumps quivering on their skin, hair raised, despite their general efforts not to visibly tremble.
They knew what the villain did to prisoners. Namely, they didn't take them. They got what they needed, ripping said fool apart in the process, and then moved on.
"Water?" the villain offered.
The sidekick felt their legs begin to tremble, jittering and fidgeting up and down with a dreadful anticipation. Why would the villain offer them water? To lull them into a false sense of security? To ram the glass down their throat? To poison or drug them?
"No." The sidekick's voice was almost impossibly smaller than before. "Thank you."
"Hm." The villain took a step closer.
The sidekick froze.
"You're lucky, you know." The villain leaned down, so that their faces were level, though the sidekick avoided their eyes.
"I feel very lucky right now."
There was a beat.
"Sorry," the sidekick blurted. "Sarcasm. I'm told it's a bad coping mechanism. Not that I'm -" Oh, god, they were royally screwing it all up. They'd always swore that if they had anything to do with the villain that they would play it cool. Stoic. Or at least not start babbling like an idiot. The villain must have thought the hero had a terrible choice in sidekicks.
"You're lucky," the villain said softly, "that you still have your baby fat."
"You think I'm fat?" The sidekick caught themselves. They squeezed their eyes shut, braced for a blow. "Sorry. Not the point. I'm stopping now. I'm absolutely a baby. Do not skin my baby fat. It would be very - very-"
"Stop talking."
"I would really sincerely love to, I swear, I'm not-"
The villain pressed a hand over their mouth, and despite the horror the sidekick felt a pathetic stab of gratitude at that.
"You're going to pass on a message to your boss," the sidekick said. They reached into their pocket, pulling out a small box, and tucked it into the sidekick's clammy palm. "Don't try to open in yourself, it will explode on you, you don't have the right fingerprints. Nod if you understand."
The sidekick nodded.
"They will probably find you somewhere in the next couple of hours. Maybe twelve at the most. Then they will release you. Hold onto the box until then - don't drop it."
"Have you given me a bomb?" It came out a muffled incoherent yelp against the villain's hand.
The villain dropped the touch, eyebrow raised.
The sidekick cleared their throat, opening their mouth to repeat the question, but-
"Not if you don't drop it or try to open it when you shouldn't."
The sidekick shivered, not entirely sure how the villain could so uncannily guess what they'd been about to say. They closed their hand tighter around the box.
The villain shifted the restraints a bit, so they could rest the box on their lap where it would less easily fall.
The sidekick's mouth felt dry.
The villain tipped their chin up with two fingers, forcing their eyes to meet. The villain's were very blue; like electricity, or a too hot flame.
"The next time I see you," the villain said, "don't irritate me and let yourself be the bait. I will take it. And I will swallow you whole in the process, and spit out all the little gristly heroic bones of you when I'm done. Once is beginner's ignorance. The second time it becomes a tactic. Okay?"
"Okay." It came out a squeak.
The villain straightened, away from them to full height, taking a last moment to consider them.
"Actually, just get a new job. You're a good kid. Heroism is a bad industry for the good ones."
With that little titbit, the villain walked away.
It took the hero six hours to find them.
https://uquiz.com/O4A9nZ
I made a silly 10 question whump quiz. I wanna see if I can guess your favorite whump trope! Plz take? I think it's pretty fun! Please reblog with your result, I'd love to see and hear what you think!
Got it in one. 😝
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What about you?
Thanks for the tag!
Medieval Whump
This trope is really close to torture whump, but you particularly like it in a medieval setting. Castles, royalty, servants, dungeons, peasants, they all set a great whumpy scene. This can also closely tie into fantasy whump, but again, in a medieval setting.
Well, that's pretty spot-on - I write medievalish fantasy whump, and like reading the same (along with other genres, of course)! Tagging anyone else who feels like doing a bit of fun uquizzing. :)
Torture Whump
You are the nitty gritty whump - Restraints, gagging, blindfolding, whipping, creative torture, blood, stabbing, electrocution, collars, kidnapping, hostages, captivity, prisoner, etc. This can be in different settings, fantasy, medieval, crime dramas, medical dramas, etc, but this trope, *chefs kiss*, you love it.
:)) Not wrong
Goodness I love everything about this set.
From the historic Turkish series Diriliş Ertuğrul episode 133, where Beybolat is poisoned and cared for, DM me if you’d like to know the backstory.
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“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Whumpee roared, throwing themself against their chains and lunging at Whumper. “I never want to feel your filthy hands upon me ever again!”
Whumper simply laughed, reaching a hand out towards Whumpee. “Oh come on, I only want to play.”
Whumpee snarled and bit at Whumper, catching their hand.
It wasn’t hard enough to do real damage. But it was enough to draw blood. Enough to re-kindle Whumper’s anger.
“So you want to play that game?” They hissed, reaching their bloody hand into their jacket. “Alright, I’ll play that game with you. But I must say that you are at every disadvantage.”
I think we’re all suckers for botw!Link in a suit 👀 Maybe like in a mafia au?
Congrats on the milestone! Love you and your art! 😃
...13th Request
Kneel, mr knightー