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This is a bit of whump writing I did for an OC, it's pretty long so it's under the cut. It's part of a story I'm not sure if I'll pick up again
Super basic context: Vixen is a part of a robin hood style type gang where they use animal masks to hide their identities, and she has just been captured by the sheriff! (Also magic exists, she does illusions.)
4806 words, only mildly proofread.
The blindfold was yanked off and Vixen was quite literally thrown into the cell, she turned her shoulder before she hit the wall with a heavy thud and slid to the ground. She looked up, making her face terrified, confused, and in pain. Not too far from reality, but exaggerated. Damian, that cursed sheriff, too smart, stood in the doorway of the dark cell looking down at her. Where was she? She didn't hear any other prisoners down here, and there were too many stairs and turns that she thought the jail had. Damian walked forward and she cowered, pleading
"Please, I don't understand! You must have the wrong person!" He left the cell door open. Idiot. He walked forward and she shrunk against the wall, trying to look terrified and innocent. He smirked and said
"Don't lie to me little fox. I know who you are." She opened her mouth to speak, but he was faster, his arm striking out like a snake to grab her injured arm. She let out a yelp of pain as his fingers touched her unprotected injury, pulling it up towards him and saying
"I inflicted this myself." She tried to pull away, but he held her arm tight. He brought his other hand to her arm and traced the injury just within the edges, causing her to take sharp breaths of pain as he said
"You feel the edges of this? My weapon did that." Real tears of pain welled up as she said
"Please! Let me go! I got it while running jobs!" He laughed and pressed on it, causing another yelp from her, before he let go, saying
"Running jobs, huh? What a perfect cover. So many of the scum come to this quarter to run errands for pitances of coin, with no record, and with so many of you vermin running around, recognition is minimal." He reached out and grabbed her face, forcing her to look up at him as she tried to pull away. He narrowed his eyes and said
"It'd send you all over, and no one would notice if you were listening. Perfect for a spy." He let go and she shrunk away, letting out fake sobs and saying
"Please, I just want to support my family! I haven't done anything wrong!" He sighed and moved away slightly. Perfect. First, cover her hands with an illusion, then get started at undoing the handcuffs. He sighed and asked
"How long are you going to keep up with this little fox?" She looked up at him and said
"Sheriff, please, I don't-"
"Stop lying to me. I know who you are. What is your name?"
"Elizabeth Lorton, please, I haven't done anything" Vixen lied as she caught the cuffs that came undone. Time for the hard part. She cast an Illusion of herself over herself, then kept her real self invisible as she stepped up, placing her feet quietly, moving away slowly as he sighed and said
"Elizabeth, I don't have the patience for this. You are one of the theives I've been hunting. Specifically the fox. You also spy for them. I know this, and so do you, so stop lying, and you'll come out of this easier." Vixen, invisible, smirked and rolled her eyes, then had her illusion answer desperately
"I swear, I'm not. I don't understand, I don't know what you're talking about!” Vixen slipped out of the cell as Damian stepped closer to the illusion and snapped
“Stop lying girl!” Vixen had the illusion plead
“I'm not! Please sheriff! I'm innocent!” Then Vixen took off down the hallway, well, the part of it. She came to a spiral staircase and began climbing, running as fast as she could. After a second, she heard Damian laugh and call
“You can't escape, tricky fox!” Vixen ignored him and kept climbing, until she finally came to the door. She carefully pushed it open and looked outside.
Oh no. She was on a private estate. the door was at the end of a hall, with a window on one side, showing a courtyard. She checked for guards, and seeing none, She closed the door and raced down the hallway, trying every door and window she came across. All locked, and all would take too much time to pick with Damian chasing. She turned down a hallway, and found an unlocked door. She slipped in, only to see more hallways.
Vixen kept running, getting completely lost after a few doors. She stopped at another one, catching her breath and looking back. She didn't see him, but she was lost, with no way out. Alright, she could get out, she just needed a window. Maybe through this door, and one more, on the right. She raced through and opened a door, only for her arm to be grabbed and lifted, hard enough it felt like it was being pulled out of its socket. She looked at her attacker and saw the smirking Damian, who said
“Oh, little fox. You thought you could escape, didn't you? But you only blew any claim of being innocent.” She struggled against him, kicking and thrashing. He smirked and went to speak, when she got a hit right in his gut. The moment her boot hit him, he threw her, sending her flying into a wall. Vixen hit the wall, and heard a sickening crack in her chest as she screamed in the sudden pain. She sunk to the ground and gasped to regain her breath, but a sharp pain stabbed through her. Oh no, she must have broken a rib. She tried to keep her breaths shallow as she went to get up, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She looked up as Damian straightened up and looked at her. He walked over with a scowl and picked her up, grabbing her wrists and pulling her to her feet, saying
“Don't try that again little fox.” She hissed at him and he chuckled, saying
“Not so upset now I see.” He grabbed her arm and yanked, causing a duel Pop and scream of pain. Vixen's knees buckled as her vision went spotty and he snapped
“Calm down little fox, it's just dislocated.” He dropped her and she took a sharp breath as she touched her shoulder. She tried to yank her feet away when she felt him touch them, but he grabbed them and she looked down to see him putting A pair of cuffs on them. He snapped
“I'll get better Things later, to keep you under control. A friend of mine has something that'll stop the illusions. Hands.” She yanked her hands away and he sighed, striking out and grabbing one wrist, then the one on her dislocated arm. He cuffed them as well, then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and walking To a door. She tried to kick and he snapped
“Do you want me to break your legs?” She froze and resigned herself to paying attention to where he went. Locked door. Hallway, 3rd locked door on the right. More hallway, lots Of twists and turns, more doors, and she was lost by the time he opened another door and she saw the hallway she started in. She looked out the window as the passed it. He paused in the sunlight, And said
“Enjoy the sunlight while I open this door. You won't be seeing it for a while.” She tried to jerk, but he steadied her on his shoulder with a chuckle. She heard him unlock the door and step forward, and she tried to jerk away again, but He put his arm over her and held her tight. He stepped in and locked the door behind them, saying
“I guessed you may try to escape, so I left you a pathway of unlocked doors, while I went the faster way and caught you. You fell right into my trap, little fox.” She jerked and he let go, saying
“I'd stop jerking. I might drop you down the stairs, and it's a long fall.” She paused. He did have a point. With her Feet and hands restrained, she would just fall, and break more things. She took a breath and flinched at the pain. He chuckled and she clenched her teeth. Well, he wasn't going to be nice to get information from her. Thank goodness she took so many precautions. She couldn’t give away their names Or describe their faces, no matter how much he Hurt her. Since Owl and Crow were the ones taking care of hiding loot before distribution, that Wasn't something she could give away either. Now, she just had to not die. Or… bite off her tongue and choke on the blood, but that was not an ideal solution. He walked down the stairs and took her off his shoulder when they reached the cell. He put her down and asked
“Are we going to make this easy or hard?” She glared at him and jerked away. He sighed and said
“Hard. Alright then.” He kneeled down and grabbed her arm, shoving it back into place. She let out another scream at the sudden pain, then tried to take a deep breath, but that caused another stab of pain. She swallowed a sob and glared at him. He grabbed her hand and asked
“What is your name? I know you were lying before.” She smirked and said
“Damian Harrington.” He glared at her and grabbed her hands, then grabbed one of her fingers and held it in a position that would make it easy to break her finger. He asked again
“What is your name?” Vixen took a deep breath, ignoring the pain, then said
“Vanessa Harrington.” From what she heard, that was his mother's name. She didn’t have time to be smug before pain erupted in her hand and she let out a scream. When the spots cleared from her blurry vision, she saw him staring back at her, asking
“Name? Real name.” She spat through the tears of pain
“Little fox-” He broke another finger and she yelled in pain, then took gasping breaths of pain as she sobbed from the pain. She couldn’t do that again. She couldn’t do that again. She couldn’t do that again. He grabbed another finger and started to ask
“What is your-”
“Vixen!” She sobbed out. He started pressing and she made a gasping yelp and she snapped
“It’s Vixen! I swear! It’s why I chose Fox!” He let go and she pulled her hands to her chest, sobbing in pain. He asked
“Last name?” She looked up and flinched back, snapping
“My family has nothing to do with any of this! They don’t know!” He glared down at her and she flinched away, saying
“They don’t know. They don’t know. They don’t know. They don’t know.” He paused, then said
“Alright. I’ll believe you on that.” She let out a relieved breath. That was the one thing she knew when she first started, she would never drag them into danger. Never. He asked
“How many of you are there?”
“Twenty.” She said. He frowned and raised an eyebrow and she said
“That was a lie, thirty.” He asked
“Do I need to break more fingers?”
“I will bite my tongue off.” He grabbed her hand and she struggled to pull away again, screeching
“No no no!”
“Then tell me the truth.” He said, before snapping another finger, on the other hand this time. She screamed and began sobbing again from the pain in her hands, chest, shoulder, and her arm. He grabbed another finger and she yelped, the words muddled through her sobs
“Four! There’s four, I don’t know their names!” He let go and she curled up, sobbing. He sighed and said
“I’ll be back tomorrow. You’re too much of a mess at the moment, little fox.” She flinched and sobbed onto the ground as he walked away, closed the cell door and locked it.
This was bad. This was so bad. Vixen took a few shallow breaths, then looked down at her hands. Oh no. Vixen swallowed, then carefully used her thumb and pinky to move her fingers back into place, yelping with every movement. Ok. Two more. Two more. She slowly got started on the next one, sobbing. It hurt, it hurt so so so much. But she needed to, otherwise it would heal wrong. She was going to get out of here, she was going to get out of here. She knew that. She was sure of that. Right? Her friends, they’d come for her. They’d come for her. Right? But… they didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know where she was. She was in some prison tower, in a maze of a private estate. She was injured and cuffed, three of her fingers were broken, two on one hand, and one on the other, so she couldn’t even try to pick the lock. This was bad. He was getting information out of her too easily. She finished working on her fingers and gave up on doing anything but lying limp on the floor and sobbing in pain. Was she going to get out of here? What else might he do to her? How long would she be here? What could the others do? And after Damian was done… she would hang. That thought shook her. She would hang. She always knew that could happen if any of them got caught, but… she never thought they would get caught. She knew it was a danger that she was in the rich section so often, running jobs, but… the rich folks never cared enough to look at her too hard. She’d never gotten hurt before, been too quick. The old sheriff hadn’t ever been able to even touch them.
Yet Damian had. He’d almost caught them his first night. He identified the masks of two of them. He’d figured out there was a spy. He nearly caught them at every turn. He’d given her an identifiable injury. He’d known to look out for someone listening in. He’d noticed her, and noticed the bandage on her arm. Then he got guards to sneak up on her without her noticing and captured her.
What would her friends do if they noticed she was gone? No, they weren’t her family, when they noticed. Likely tonight when she didn’t show up to the meeting. Well, Owl would be panicking, Bunny would also be freaking out, and Crow would be determined to find her and get her out. Yeah, that sounded right. Then, once Crow got Owl and Bunny calmed down, they would make a plan. They would make a plan, find her, and get her out. Maybe even tonight. Or tomorrow night. She just needed to hold out. She’d be alright.
She just needed to stay strong. She'd prepared for this. She'd prepared For this possibility. She kept Information from herself so she wouldn't spill it. She'd already spilled too much. Not again. She'd said there were four. Now he knew that he'd Already taken down a fourth of them. He now knew that he only needed to find three more. Ok. That was bad, but not horrible.
As for her name… Hopefully he didn't hurt her family. Please don't let him hurt her family. Anything but that.
Vixen closed her eyes and took a shallow breath.
She'd be out of here soon. She just needed to survive. Keep her head up. Don't give up. Keep fighting. Lie, or stay silent. Don't let him win. Don't Let him win.
She slipped into sleep, exhausted.
Footsteps. Keys Clacking against each other.
Vixen's eyes snapped open and She carefully sat up. That must be Damian. She took shallow breaths, telling herself.
Head up. Don't let him win. Don't give the information he wants. Dont-
She gasped as a sort of sharp Pain went through her heart and head, then faded.
What was that?
Vixen was distracted by her thoughts as she saw a faint glow come into the area in front of the cell. What was that? It wasn't sunlight. Her question was answered as Damian came into view, carrying a golden ring that felt… wrong. It glowed, but the glow was wrong. The glow was gold, yet cold. It lit up the cell dimly, hurting dully when it touched her, and it lit up Damian's triumphant Smirk. He gave her a look and said
“More resilient than you seem, aren't you?” She glared back and snapped in a voice that was horser than she wanted.
“Yeah. I am.” He narrowed his eyes, then lifted the ring with a smirk and asked
“Any guesses what this is?” She put on a false smirk and said
“Yeah, useless.” He laughed and hung the ring on a small hook on the wall across from the cell. She looked at it, then quickly away. Looking at it directly hurt her head. He leaned on the bars and asked with a smirk
“Something wrong little fox?” She shot a glare at him, her eyes flicking to the keys at his belt, in full view. Maybe she could get up and take them. Try another illusion. Just enough to take the keys. Her legs were unharmed, hopefully she could move a little bit with the cuffs around her ankles. She tried to take a deep breath, but flinched at the pain in her chest. She leaned back against the wall, still glaring at him. She went to pull from that little feeling to cast an illusion, when her entire body was racked with sharp burning pain. She let out a scream and curled up. As the pain faded, she heard him laughing. When she looked back up at him, hot tears blurring her vision as her head and heart ached, he smirked and said
“Tried to use your illusions, didn’t you little fox.” She took a shallow breath and snapped
“What is that?” He smiled and pulled out one of the keys, starting to unlock the cell as he said
“It keeps you from using your magic.” He entered the cell and she couldn’t stop herself from shrinking against the wall, which made him smile more as he walked forward. She tried to move away, her heart beating fast as he kneeled down in front of her. His hand lashed out and grabbed her chin tightly, saying
“It has no effect on normal people like myself. But it restraints demons like you.” He tilted her head to look at it and flaring pain erupted in her mind again as she looked at it. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, but she could still see the glow through her eyelids, and it still hurt, just lesser. After a second, he let go and she quickly moved her face into the shadow he cast on her. Immediately, she felt relief. Then panic again as he grabbed her hands and frowned, saying
“You set them back into place.” She yanked her hands away and glared at him. He glared back at her and said
“The glaring was funny at first. Now it’s annoying.” She opened her mouth, and he hit her across the face, she fell to the side and hit the ground with a thud and a yelp of pain. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back up, leaning her against the wall in the light again, bringing the dull pain back. He snapped his fingers in front of her face, making her open her eyes and look at him as he leaned forward and asked
“How are we gonna do this today?” She gathered a ball of saliva, and spat in his face. He made a sound of disgust and wiped his face off. She clenched her jaw and got ready. Maybe he’d forget about any information he wanted if she made him mad. After a second, he glared at her and said
“Oh little fox, you don’t know all you’ve gotten into.” She glared at him and went to spit again when he grabbed her hair and slammed her head back into the wall. She let out an animalistic sound of pain, and a yelp when he slammed her head again. He slammed it a third time and her vision went black.
“Wake up little fox. I can't have you passing out on me yet.” Oh, her head hurt. It hurt so much. She blearily opened her eyes with a small whimper. He lifted her chin as he carefully leaned her against the wall. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. She blinked to try and clear Her blurry vision, only to see his smirking face as he said
“You passed out for a second.” Anger flared up and she yelled
“Maybe because you slammed my head into the wall you-” He hit her again, the other side of her face this time. She let out a yelp and he caught her, setting her back up. He asked
“Do you have any more comments before we get started?” She glared at him and went to curse at him, earning another hit And he said
“Oh, little fox. Language.” Tears of pain ran hot down her face as she glared at him, but kept her mouth closed. He smiled and touched her leg, a jolt Of fear went through her and she tried to move away. Nonononono. He couldn't, he-
Damian glanced at her face and laughed, moving His Hand to the floor and shifting his position. When he finished, he smirked and said
“Oh little Fox. You don't need to be scared of anything like that. I have honor.” He grabbed her throat and hissed
“Unlike thieves. Or spies.” He squeezed and she tried to gasp for air as he strangled her. As black entered her vision, he let go and she gasped for air, swallowing it. Then she took too deep of a breath and pain shot through her chest again. She let out a little whimper. He lifted her chin with a couple of fingers, making her look back at that bright painful light, and said
“The four of you chose to have masks disguising yourselves as animals. The more I think about it, the more it fits. You are an honorless animal, little fox.” She ripped her head away and he laughed, grabbing it and hissing in her face,
“Something about animals. They can break. Then they’re docile. They give up. And so will you. You will give me what I want. You will answer my questions” She glared at him and snapped
“No I won’t. I’ll fight till I hang.” He smiled and said
“We’ll see about that.” He leaned forward and said quietly
“If you behave, do what I want you to, tell me all you know, you may live.” Vixen froze, then let out a bark of a laugh and looked at him, saying
“Damien, you’re not a good liar. Besides, I’ll never betray my friends.” He laughed and said
“We’ll see about that.” He paused, and she glared at him. After a moment, he smiled and asked
“You care more about them than you do yourself, don’t you?” She gave a small eyeroll, but kept her mouth shut. He hit her, hard, then grabbed her face and said in a sickly sweet voice
“That was a question. I expect an answer.” She forced a smile and said
“Well you’re not getting one. Same answer with-” He hit her again, sending her to the ground without catching her this time. Vixen closed her eyes and took steady breaths. She’d be ok. Just hold out. Stay defiant. Make him give up on getting information.
She wouldn’t die here. If she was going to die, she was sure Damien would make sure it was a public hanging, as an example. She opened her eyes and looked up when she heard metal.
He had a knife.
He had a knife.
He had a knife.
She struggled as he moved her back up. She lashed out with her legs and he grabbed them, tucking her lower legs under him, immobilizing them. He looked at the knife and said
“Alright. Let’s start with our first question. We’ll work on it as long as needed. If you answer me the first time, I won’t hurt you. Understood?” She glared at him and he pressed the knife to her arm, saying
“That was a question”
“And I chose not to awn-” He pressed the blade into her skin, pulling down slightly, separating the skin from her arm and she let out a scream of pain. When he was done, he said
“Little fox. You don’t get to choose. If you don’t answer, or you lie, you get hurt. Understood?”
“Yes, yes.” She gasped out. He smiled and lifted the blade. She took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the sharp Pain in her chest, and the burning pain in her arm. He snapped and she jumped, looking up Again. He smiled and said
“Good. Let's begin.” She glared at him and he smacked her, not as hard this time, then snapped to get her attention again as he said
“Try to be a little respectful, little fox. You're at my mercy.” She glared and snapped
“What mercy?” He grabbed her neck and slammed her back against the wall again, Getting in her face and Saying
“I'm giving you the option to avoid pain. I'm not killing you now. I'm being more merciful than you deserve, little fox.” He tightened his grip and she struggled for air as he said
“Without being merciful, you'd already be a broken little fox.” He slammed her and said
“You're a traitorous thief and spy. If I didn't need the information you have, I would cut out That lying tongue And rip out those spying eyes.” She brought Her hands up and tried to pull his hand away from her throat, but he only squeezed tighter, her vision darkening, and he hissed
“If I wasn't merciful, your corpse would be hanging from the wall for all to see. For all to see what happens to spies and thieves.” As her vision went dark, he let go and she gasped for air, her vision returning, as he said
“But I am merciful.” He snapped and She flinched away, looking at him as he smiled and said
“So you're alive, and can avoid pain by answering My questions.” She looked down and touched her neck tenderly with her fingers. He snapped and she Looked up again. He grabbed her arm and said
“Let's start. Are you the only One of the four that has magic?” She clenched her jaw and prepared herself, glaring at him. He sighed and said
“And that's a simple question.” He pressed the knife to her skin and she let out a high pitched, breathy sound of pain as he slowly dragged it down her arm, peeling her skin off. She screamed and he paused, he snapped to make her look at her again as he asked
“Is there anyone else in the four that has magic? Who?” Vixen gathered her strength and snapped
“That’s two-” He started again and she let out another long scream. She devolved into sobs as he kept going, begging
“Stop! Stop! Stop please! Please!” He paused and said
“I will if you tell me. Do any of the other have magic?” She couldn’t betray Crow. If she said yes, he might use that ring, that continued to hurt her head and heart, against him too. She clenched her jaw and hissed
“I'm not telling you.” Then she screamed as he started again. After a second that lasted forever, she screamed a lie
“I don't know!” He pressed harder and yelled Over her scream
“Then you would have told me that earlier.” He continued, and her screams mixed with sobs. He paused and she tried to move away, clenching Her jaw. He sighed and removed the knife, saying
“I only have so much time for you. So I'll stop this.” She Let out a sigh of relief and collapsed against the wall. He grabbed her arm and she was yanked back up with a yelp. He put the knife down and pulled out a needle and thread. He smiled and asked
“Do you know what I'm about to do?” She shrunk away. He yanked her back, tightening his hand on her arm. He asked
“Do you know? I Expect an answer.” She tried to move away as she squeaked
“No” He smiled and lifted the already threaded needle and said
“I can't have you bleeding out, or an infection getting too bad. So I'll sew the skin back on.”
AHNDHSKDGSJSUD THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT??? A CHARACTER THAT WORKS OUTSIDE THE LAW GETTING CAUGHT BY THE CRUEL HANDS OF THE LAW!!!
And even worse that he came prepared! His line about setting up a trap and her falling right into it before calling her “little fox” akshejdgsjsgdjxyxhd He’s turning part of her identity into a demeaning nickname and I love it!!!!
She started off so confident, easily sneaking past him just for her victory to end in a smoldering heap!! Her thoughts getting more and more desperate as the situation claws every worry out of her, while he pushes her confidence to the absolute limit, piling on more and more pain but her determination is never fully gone!!! Her defiance still breaks through her lapses of compliance AND THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING FOR HER!!!
I love how casual Damian kind of is about this whole thing. He talks as if he’s been planning this for a while and his actions say just as much. Like where did he even get a magic repressor from?? But for him to go through all these lengths, to have so much anger for her that he can’t see past her being a thief, this seems to be more personal to him than just a badge. Either that or he takes his job very, very seriously.
This is amazing, if you ever were to pick it back up I would love to read it! No pressure though!!
While I was reading I thought “this would be fucked up if she was apart of some teenage rebellion gang” but SHE’S ONLY SIXTEEN?? Her saying that makes a lot more sense now lol but nooooo
How is he spouting off about how her and her friends are dishonorable when he’s torturing a literal child???
(You should definitely post the Mithra snippet. I don’t know who she is but I am intrigued.)
This is a bit of whump writing I did for an OC, it's pretty long so it's under the cut. It's part of a story I'm not sure if I'll pick up again
Super basic context: Vixen is a part of a robin hood style type gang where they use animal masks to hide their identities, and she has just been captured by the sheriff! (Also magic exists, she does illusions.)
4806 words, only mildly proofread.
The blindfold was yanked off and Vixen was quite literally thrown into the cell, she turned her shoulder before she hit the wall with a heavy thud and slid to the ground. She looked up, making her face terrified, confused, and in pain. Not too far from reality, but exaggerated. Damian, that cursed sheriff, too smart, stood in the doorway of the dark cell looking down at her. Where was she? She didn't hear any other prisoners down here, and there were too many stairs and turns that she thought the jail had. Damian walked forward and she cowered, pleading
"Please, I don't understand! You must have the wrong person!" He left the cell door open. Idiot. He walked forward and she shrunk against the wall, trying to look terrified and innocent. He smirked and said
"Don't lie to me little fox. I know who you are." She opened her mouth to speak, but he was faster, his arm striking out like a snake to grab her injured arm. She let out a yelp of pain as his fingers touched her unprotected injury, pulling it up towards him and saying
"I inflicted this myself." She tried to pull away, but he held her arm tight. He brought his other hand to her arm and traced the injury just within the edges, causing her to take sharp breaths of pain as he said
"You feel the edges of this? My weapon did that." Real tears of pain welled up as she said
"Please! Let me go! I got it while running jobs!" He laughed and pressed on it, causing another yelp from her, before he let go, saying
"Running jobs, huh? What a perfect cover. So many of the scum come to this quarter to run errands for pitances of coin, with no record, and with so many of you vermin running around, recognition is minimal." He reached out and grabbed her face, forcing her to look up at him as she tried to pull away. He narrowed his eyes and said
"It'd send you all over, and no one would notice if you were listening. Perfect for a spy." He let go and she shrunk away, letting out fake sobs and saying
"Please, I just want to support my family! I haven't done anything wrong!" He sighed and moved away slightly. Perfect. First, cover her hands with an illusion, then get started at undoing the handcuffs. He sighed and asked
"How long are you going to keep up with this little fox?" She looked up at him and said
"Sheriff, please, I don't-"
"Stop lying to me. I know who you are. What is your name?"
"Elizabeth Lorton, please, I haven't done anything" Vixen lied as she caught the cuffs that came undone. Time for the hard part. She cast an Illusion of herself over herself, then kept her real self invisible as she stepped up, placing her feet quietly, moving away slowly as he sighed and said
"Elizabeth, I don't have the patience for this. You are one of the theives I've been hunting. Specifically the fox. You also spy for them. I know this, and so do you, so stop lying, and you'll come out of this easier." Vixen, invisible, smirked and rolled her eyes, then had her illusion answer desperately
"I swear, I'm not. I don't understand, I don't know what you're talking about!” Vixen slipped out of the cell as Damian stepped closer to the illusion and snapped
“Stop lying girl!” Vixen had the illusion plead
“I'm not! Please sheriff! I'm innocent!” Then Vixen took off down the hallway, well, the part of it. She came to a spiral staircase and began climbing, running as fast as she could. After a second, she heard Damian laugh and call
“You can't escape, tricky fox!” Vixen ignored him and kept climbing, until she finally came to the door. She carefully pushed it open and looked outside.
Oh no. She was on a private estate. the door was at the end of a hall, with a window on one side, showing a courtyard. She checked for guards, and seeing none, She closed the door and raced down the hallway, trying every door and window she came across. All locked, and all would take too much time to pick with Damian chasing. She turned down a hallway, and found an unlocked door. She slipped in, only to see more hallways.
Vixen kept running, getting completely lost after a few doors. She stopped at another one, catching her breath and looking back. She didn't see him, but she was lost, with no way out. Alright, she could get out, she just needed a window. Maybe through this door, and one more, on the right. She raced through and opened a door, only for her arm to be grabbed and lifted, hard enough it felt like it was being pulled out of its socket. She looked at her attacker and saw the smirking Damian, who said
“Oh, little fox. You thought you could escape, didn't you? But you only blew any claim of being innocent.” She struggled against him, kicking and thrashing. He smirked and went to speak, when she got a hit right in his gut. The moment her boot hit him, he threw her, sending her flying into a wall. Vixen hit the wall, and heard a sickening crack in her chest as she screamed in the sudden pain. She sunk to the ground and gasped to regain her breath, but a sharp pain stabbed through her. Oh no, she must have broken a rib. She tried to keep her breaths shallow as she went to get up, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She looked up as Damian straightened up and looked at her. He walked over with a scowl and picked her up, grabbing her wrists and pulling her to her feet, saying
“Don't try that again little fox.” She hissed at him and he chuckled, saying
“Not so upset now I see.” He grabbed her arm and yanked, causing a duel Pop and scream of pain. Vixen's knees buckled as her vision went spotty and he snapped
“Calm down little fox, it's just dislocated.” He dropped her and she took a sharp breath as she touched her shoulder. She tried to yank her feet away when she felt him touch them, but he grabbed them and she looked down to see him putting A pair of cuffs on them. He snapped
“I'll get better Things later, to keep you under control. A friend of mine has something that'll stop the illusions. Hands.” She yanked her hands away and he sighed, striking out and grabbing one wrist, then the one on her dislocated arm. He cuffed them as well, then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and walking To a door. She tried to kick and he snapped
“Do you want me to break your legs?” She froze and resigned herself to paying attention to where he went. Locked door. Hallway, 3rd locked door on the right. More hallway, lots Of twists and turns, more doors, and she was lost by the time he opened another door and she saw the hallway she started in. She looked out the window as the passed it. He paused in the sunlight, And said
“Enjoy the sunlight while I open this door. You won't be seeing it for a while.” She tried to jerk, but he steadied her on his shoulder with a chuckle. She heard him unlock the door and step forward, and she tried to jerk away again, but He put his arm over her and held her tight. He stepped in and locked the door behind them, saying
“I guessed you may try to escape, so I left you a pathway of unlocked doors, while I went the faster way and caught you. You fell right into my trap, little fox.” She jerked and he let go, saying
“I'd stop jerking. I might drop you down the stairs, and it's a long fall.” She paused. He did have a point. With her Feet and hands restrained, she would just fall, and break more things. She took a breath and flinched at the pain. He chuckled and she clenched her teeth. Well, he wasn't going to be nice to get information from her. Thank goodness she took so many precautions. She couldn’t give away their names Or describe their faces, no matter how much he Hurt her. Since Owl and Crow were the ones taking care of hiding loot before distribution, that Wasn't something she could give away either. Now, she just had to not die. Or… bite off her tongue and choke on the blood, but that was not an ideal solution. He walked down the stairs and took her off his shoulder when they reached the cell. He put her down and asked
“Are we going to make this easy or hard?” She glared at him and jerked away. He sighed and said
“Hard. Alright then.” He kneeled down and grabbed her arm, shoving it back into place. She let out another scream at the sudden pain, then tried to take a deep breath, but that caused another stab of pain. She swallowed a sob and glared at him. He grabbed her hand and asked
“What is your name? I know you were lying before.” She smirked and said
“Damian Harrington.” He glared at her and grabbed her hands, then grabbed one of her fingers and held it in a position that would make it easy to break her finger. He asked again
“What is your name?” Vixen took a deep breath, ignoring the pain, then said
“Vanessa Harrington.” From what she heard, that was his mother's name. She didn’t have time to be smug before pain erupted in her hand and she let out a scream. When the spots cleared from her blurry vision, she saw him staring back at her, asking
“Name? Real name.” She spat through the tears of pain
“Little fox-” He broke another finger and she yelled in pain, then took gasping breaths of pain as she sobbed from the pain. She couldn’t do that again. She couldn’t do that again. She couldn’t do that again. He grabbed another finger and started to ask
“What is your-”
“Vixen!” She sobbed out. He started pressing and she made a gasping yelp and she snapped
“It’s Vixen! I swear! It’s why I chose Fox!” He let go and she pulled her hands to her chest, sobbing in pain. He asked
“Last name?” She looked up and flinched back, snapping
“My family has nothing to do with any of this! They don’t know!” He glared down at her and she flinched away, saying
“They don’t know. They don’t know. They don’t know. They don’t know.” He paused, then said
“Alright. I’ll believe you on that.” She let out a relieved breath. That was the one thing she knew when she first started, she would never drag them into danger. Never. He asked
“How many of you are there?”
“Twenty.” She said. He frowned and raised an eyebrow and she said
“That was a lie, thirty.” He asked
“Do I need to break more fingers?”
“I will bite my tongue off.” He grabbed her hand and she struggled to pull away again, screeching
“No no no!”
“Then tell me the truth.” He said, before snapping another finger, on the other hand this time. She screamed and began sobbing again from the pain in her hands, chest, shoulder, and her arm. He grabbed another finger and she yelped, the words muddled through her sobs
“Four! There’s four, I don’t know their names!” He let go and she curled up, sobbing. He sighed and said
“I’ll be back tomorrow. You’re too much of a mess at the moment, little fox.” She flinched and sobbed onto the ground as he walked away, closed the cell door and locked it.
This was bad. This was so bad. Vixen took a few shallow breaths, then looked down at her hands. Oh no. Vixen swallowed, then carefully used her thumb and pinky to move her fingers back into place, yelping with every movement. Ok. Two more. Two more. She slowly got started on the next one, sobbing. It hurt, it hurt so so so much. But she needed to, otherwise it would heal wrong. She was going to get out of here, she was going to get out of here. She knew that. She was sure of that. Right? Her friends, they’d come for her. They’d come for her. Right? But… they didn’t know where she was. She didn’t know where she was. She was in some prison tower, in a maze of a private estate. She was injured and cuffed, three of her fingers were broken, two on one hand, and one on the other, so she couldn’t even try to pick the lock. This was bad. He was getting information out of her too easily. She finished working on her fingers and gave up on doing anything but lying limp on the floor and sobbing in pain. Was she going to get out of here? What else might he do to her? How long would she be here? What could the others do? And after Damian was done… she would hang. That thought shook her. She would hang. She always knew that could happen if any of them got caught, but… she never thought they would get caught. She knew it was a danger that she was in the rich section so often, running jobs, but… the rich folks never cared enough to look at her too hard. She’d never gotten hurt before, been too quick. The old sheriff hadn’t ever been able to even touch them.
Yet Damian had. He’d almost caught them his first night. He identified the masks of two of them. He’d figured out there was a spy. He nearly caught them at every turn. He’d given her an identifiable injury. He’d known to look out for someone listening in. He’d noticed her, and noticed the bandage on her arm. Then he got guards to sneak up on her without her noticing and captured her.
What would her friends do if they noticed she was gone? No, they weren’t her family, when they noticed. Likely tonight when she didn’t show up to the meeting. Well, Owl would be panicking, Bunny would also be freaking out, and Crow would be determined to find her and get her out. Yeah, that sounded right. Then, once Crow got Owl and Bunny calmed down, they would make a plan. They would make a plan, find her, and get her out. Maybe even tonight. Or tomorrow night. She just needed to hold out. She’d be alright.
She just needed to stay strong. She'd prepared for this. She'd prepared For this possibility. She kept Information from herself so she wouldn't spill it. She'd already spilled too much. Not again. She'd said there were four. Now he knew that he'd Already taken down a fourth of them. He now knew that he only needed to find three more. Ok. That was bad, but not horrible.
As for her name… Hopefully he didn't hurt her family. Please don't let him hurt her family. Anything but that.
Vixen closed her eyes and took a shallow breath.
She'd be out of here soon. She just needed to survive. Keep her head up. Don't give up. Keep fighting. Lie, or stay silent. Don't let him win. Don't Let him win.
She slipped into sleep, exhausted.
Footsteps. Keys Clacking against each other.
Vixen's eyes snapped open and She carefully sat up. That must be Damian. She took shallow breaths, telling herself.
Head up. Don't let him win. Don't give the information he wants. Dont-
She gasped as a sort of sharp Pain went through her heart and head, then faded.
What was that?
Vixen was distracted by her thoughts as she saw a faint glow come into the area in front of the cell. What was that? It wasn't sunlight. Her question was answered as Damian came into view, carrying a golden ring that felt… wrong. It glowed, but the glow was wrong. The glow was gold, yet cold. It lit up the cell dimly, hurting dully when it touched her, and it lit up Damian's triumphant Smirk. He gave her a look and said
“More resilient than you seem, aren't you?” She glared back and snapped in a voice that was horser than she wanted.
“Yeah. I am.” He narrowed his eyes, then lifted the ring with a smirk and asked
“Any guesses what this is?” She put on a false smirk and said
“Yeah, useless.” He laughed and hung the ring on a small hook on the wall across from the cell. She looked at it, then quickly away. Looking at it directly hurt her head. He leaned on the bars and asked with a smirk
“Something wrong little fox?” She shot a glare at him, her eyes flicking to the keys at his belt, in full view. Maybe she could get up and take them. Try another illusion. Just enough to take the keys. Her legs were unharmed, hopefully she could move a little bit with the cuffs around her ankles. She tried to take a deep breath, but flinched at the pain in her chest. She leaned back against the wall, still glaring at him. She went to pull from that little feeling to cast an illusion, when her entire body was racked with sharp burning pain. She let out a scream and curled up. As the pain faded, she heard him laughing. When she looked back up at him, hot tears blurring her vision as her head and heart ached, he smirked and said
“Tried to use your illusions, didn’t you little fox.” She took a shallow breath and snapped
“What is that?” He smiled and pulled out one of the keys, starting to unlock the cell as he said
“It keeps you from using your magic.” He entered the cell and she couldn’t stop herself from shrinking against the wall, which made him smile more as he walked forward. She tried to move away, her heart beating fast as he kneeled down in front of her. His hand lashed out and grabbed her chin tightly, saying
“It has no effect on normal people like myself. But it restraints demons like you.” He tilted her head to look at it and flaring pain erupted in her mind again as she looked at it. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, but she could still see the glow through her eyelids, and it still hurt, just lesser. After a second, he let go and she quickly moved her face into the shadow he cast on her. Immediately, she felt relief. Then panic again as he grabbed her hands and frowned, saying
“You set them back into place.” She yanked her hands away and glared at him. He glared back at her and said
“The glaring was funny at first. Now it’s annoying.” She opened her mouth, and he hit her across the face, she fell to the side and hit the ground with a thud and a yelp of pain. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back up, leaning her against the wall in the light again, bringing the dull pain back. He snapped his fingers in front of her face, making her open her eyes and look at him as he leaned forward and asked
“How are we gonna do this today?” She gathered a ball of saliva, and spat in his face. He made a sound of disgust and wiped his face off. She clenched her jaw and got ready. Maybe he’d forget about any information he wanted if she made him mad. After a second, he glared at her and said
“Oh little fox, you don’t know all you’ve gotten into.” She glared at him and went to spit again when he grabbed her hair and slammed her head back into the wall. She let out an animalistic sound of pain, and a yelp when he slammed her head again. He slammed it a third time and her vision went black.
“Wake up little fox. I can't have you passing out on me yet.” Oh, her head hurt. It hurt so much. She blearily opened her eyes with a small whimper. He lifted her chin as he carefully leaned her against the wall. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. She blinked to try and clear Her blurry vision, only to see his smirking face as he said
“You passed out for a second.” Anger flared up and she yelled
“Maybe because you slammed my head into the wall you-” He hit her again, the other side of her face this time. She let out a yelp and he caught her, setting her back up. He asked
“Do you have any more comments before we get started?” She glared at him and went to curse at him, earning another hit And he said
“Oh, little fox. Language.” Tears of pain ran hot down her face as she glared at him, but kept her mouth closed. He smiled and touched her leg, a jolt Of fear went through her and she tried to move away. Nonononono. He couldn't, he-
Damian glanced at her face and laughed, moving His Hand to the floor and shifting his position. When he finished, he smirked and said
“Oh little Fox. You don't need to be scared of anything like that. I have honor.” He grabbed her throat and hissed
“Unlike thieves. Or spies.” He squeezed and she tried to gasp for air as he strangled her. As black entered her vision, he let go and she gasped for air, swallowing it. Then she took too deep of a breath and pain shot through her chest again. She let out a little whimper. He lifted her chin with a couple of fingers, making her look back at that bright painful light, and said
“The four of you chose to have masks disguising yourselves as animals. The more I think about it, the more it fits. You are an honorless animal, little fox.” She ripped her head away and he laughed, grabbing it and hissing in her face,
“Something about animals. They can break. Then they’re docile. They give up. And so will you. You will give me what I want. You will answer my questions” She glared at him and snapped
“No I won’t. I’ll fight till I hang.” He smiled and said
“We’ll see about that.” He leaned forward and said quietly
“If you behave, do what I want you to, tell me all you know, you may live.” Vixen froze, then let out a bark of a laugh and looked at him, saying
“Damien, you’re not a good liar. Besides, I’ll never betray my friends.” He laughed and said
“We’ll see about that.” He paused, and she glared at him. After a moment, he smiled and asked
“You care more about them than you do yourself, don’t you?” She gave a small eyeroll, but kept her mouth shut. He hit her, hard, then grabbed her face and said in a sickly sweet voice
“That was a question. I expect an answer.” She forced a smile and said
“Well you’re not getting one. Same answer with-” He hit her again, sending her to the ground without catching her this time. Vixen closed her eyes and took steady breaths. She’d be ok. Just hold out. Stay defiant. Make him give up on getting information.
She wouldn’t die here. If she was going to die, she was sure Damien would make sure it was a public hanging, as an example. She opened her eyes and looked up when she heard metal.
He had a knife.
He had a knife.
He had a knife.
She struggled as he moved her back up. She lashed out with her legs and he grabbed them, tucking her lower legs under him, immobilizing them. He looked at the knife and said
“Alright. Let’s start with our first question. We’ll work on it as long as needed. If you answer me the first time, I won’t hurt you. Understood?” She glared at him and he pressed the knife to her arm, saying
“That was a question”
“And I chose not to awn-” He pressed the blade into her skin, pulling down slightly, separating the skin from her arm and she let out a scream of pain. When he was done, he said
“Little fox. You don’t get to choose. If you don’t answer, or you lie, you get hurt. Understood?”
“Yes, yes.” She gasped out. He smiled and lifted the blade. She took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the sharp Pain in her chest, and the burning pain in her arm. He snapped and she jumped, looking up Again. He smiled and said
“Good. Let's begin.” She glared at him and he smacked her, not as hard this time, then snapped to get her attention again as he said
“Try to be a little respectful, little fox. You're at my mercy.” She glared and snapped
“What mercy?” He grabbed her neck and slammed her back against the wall again, Getting in her face and Saying
“I'm giving you the option to avoid pain. I'm not killing you now. I'm being more merciful than you deserve, little fox.” He tightened his grip and she struggled for air as he said
“Without being merciful, you'd already be a broken little fox.” He slammed her and said
“You're a traitorous thief and spy. If I didn't need the information you have, I would cut out That lying tongue And rip out those spying eyes.” She brought Her hands up and tried to pull his hand away from her throat, but he only squeezed tighter, her vision darkening, and he hissed
“If I wasn't merciful, your corpse would be hanging from the wall for all to see. For all to see what happens to spies and thieves.” As her vision went dark, he let go and she gasped for air, her vision returning, as he said
“But I am merciful.” He snapped and She flinched away, looking at him as he smiled and said
“So you're alive, and can avoid pain by answering My questions.” She looked down and touched her neck tenderly with her fingers. He snapped and she Looked up again. He grabbed her arm and said
“Let's start. Are you the only One of the four that has magic?” She clenched her jaw and prepared herself, glaring at him. He sighed and said
“And that's a simple question.” He pressed the knife to her skin and she let out a high pitched, breathy sound of pain as he slowly dragged it down her arm, peeling her skin off. She screamed and he paused, he snapped to make her look at her again as he asked
“Is there anyone else in the four that has magic? Who?” Vixen gathered her strength and snapped
“That’s two-” He started again and she let out another long scream. She devolved into sobs as he kept going, begging
“Stop! Stop! Stop please! Please!” He paused and said
“I will if you tell me. Do any of the other have magic?” She couldn’t betray Crow. If she said yes, he might use that ring, that continued to hurt her head and heart, against him too. She clenched her jaw and hissed
“I'm not telling you.” Then she screamed as he started again. After a second that lasted forever, she screamed a lie
“I don't know!” He pressed harder and yelled Over her scream
“Then you would have told me that earlier.” He continued, and her screams mixed with sobs. He paused and she tried to move away, clenching Her jaw. He sighed and removed the knife, saying
“I only have so much time for you. So I'll stop this.” She Let out a sigh of relief and collapsed against the wall. He grabbed her arm and she was yanked back up with a yelp. He put the knife down and pulled out a needle and thread. He smiled and asked
“Do you know what I'm about to do?” She shrunk away. He yanked her back, tightening his hand on her arm. He asked
“Do you know? I Expect an answer.” She tried to move away as she squeaked
“No” He smiled and lifted the already threaded needle and said
“I can't have you bleeding out, or an infection getting too bad. So I'll sew the skin back on.”
AHNDHSKDGSJSUD THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT??? A CHARACTER THAT WORKS OUTSIDE THE LAW GETTING CAUGHT BY THE CRUEL HANDS OF THE LAW!!!
And even worse that he came prepared! His line about setting up a trap and her falling right into it before calling her “little fox” akshejdgsjsgdjxyxhd He’s turning part of her identity into a demeaning nickname and I love it!!!!
She started off so confident, easily sneaking past him just for her victory to end in a smoldering heap!! Her thoughts getting more and more desperate as the situation claws every worry out of her, while he pushes her confidence to the absolute limit, piling on more and more pain but her determination is never fully gone!!! Her defiance still breaks through her lapses of compliance AND THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING FOR HER!!!
I love how casual Damian kind of is about this whole thing. He talks as if he’s been planning this for a while and his actions say just as much. Like where did he even get a magic repressor from?? But for him to go through all these lengths, to have so much anger for her that he can’t see past her being a thief, this seems to be more personal to him than just a badge. Either that or he takes his job very, very seriously.
This is amazing, if you ever were to pick it back up I would love to read it! No pressure though!!
Whumpee choosing to he bitter, to be angry and mean and cold and difficult with everyone around them. Punishing them for trying to get close, pushing everyone away before someone else can be hurt by them and before someone can hurt them again.
Pushing everyone away over and over, snarling and biting and maybe even cruel. Warning everyone that they aren't safe to be around. They're just an animal about to lash out. They're already warning them. What they see is what they'll get. They're broken and angry and hurt. A ball and chain. And if they get too close, they'll drag them down too.
And it works. It works so well. Everyone who ever tries to get close to Whumpee end up leaving. And Whumpee knows they deserve it, because no one should have to carry the weight of another person who doesn't want to change.
(But that doesn't stop Whumpee from secretly... hoping that someday, someone will decide to stay anyway, and somehow love Whumpee no matter how much Whumpee hurts them).
CW: Seizure symptoms, convulsions, hallucinations, cognitive decline, physical deterioration. Too many to list here. Readers beware.
🧠💥 Seizures
Seizures are SUCH A FUN mechanic to write. A well-written seizure event lends itself beautifully to whump, angst, hurt/comfort and sickfics. SO MANY lovely causes and symptoms to make your poor whumpee suffer.
Some fascinating things I've learnt:
Seizure threshold
Things like sleep deprivation, stimulant overuse, dehydration, stress, fever, low blood sugar can push the brain over the seizure threshold. Stack the effects of these stressors, make them compound, and your whumpee can go from "I'm ok! I'm just tired!" to having a head full of pop rocks.
Imagine an overworked whumpee, having to extend their physical and mental resources, either because they are under duress by Whumper, or because the situation demands it. The effects of their exhaustion, physical stress and maybe even performance-enhancing drugs push them ever closer to the seizure threshold, until they finally cross it.
Maybe it happens after the high intensity event. So everybody has survived, or Whumper has finally let up, and they're fine, just a bit out of it, and then BOOM. They're down for the count.
Or worse, does it happen in the middle of a crisis? They're in a shootout, or a high stakes heist, or a situation where stealth is required...
BONUS, if the thing they're doing is what causes them to tip over the seizure threshold, like a mage trying to heal someone with their over-extended mage resources, and their brain starts to stutter and blink out.
Aftereffects
The seizure is not always the worst part. Even after a short seizure, the nervous system can remain wrecked for a long time: muscle soreness, emotional instability, slowed cognition, headaches, sensory sensitivity, exhaustion, sleeping a whole lot afterward..
They can even temporarily lose memory, language, memory, motor coordination, and awareness. Sometimes they come back terrified and confused, because they wake up but a lot of their mental faculties is still offline and everything is overwhelming and doesn't make sense. Caretaker: "Look I can deal with Whumpee bleeding and their bones bent out of shape, but when he woke up and he looked at me so scared and confused... that was the worst."
Or whumpee waking up with memory gaps. Or with aphasia; struggling to find the right words, speaking in fragmented sentences, or mixing up words. "The hyperdrive is funch-- fshunc--"
If your whumpee goes through a tonic-clonic seizure (the kind where they convulse), they can bite their tongue (usually the side, not the tip) when their teeth clench.
If it's particularly violent, they can fracture bones, tear muscle or dislocate joints.
A whumpee can start feeling the onset of warning sensations, and think, "oh I think I'm in trouble--" and then wake up on the floor. Maybe in the middle of a room that has been pushed clear of furniture, with team members trying to hold them down.
Oooh, opportunities for caretakers or team members to feel guilt for not catching the symptoms earlier. Or for having outrightly dismissed them. Which brings me nicely into--
Seizures don't always look dramatic
The dramatic kind are the ones we usually see on tv/movies. With good reason. They are deliciously cinematic and immediately signal breakdown.
These usually involve: collapse, full body convulsions, rigid muscles, loss of consciousness, choking sounds, tongue biting and cyanosis (lips, tongue and fingertips visibly turn blue from lack of oxygen). Observers immediate KNOW something is wrong.
But there are also the kind of seizures that are devastatingly quiet and easy to overlook: staring into space, brief confusion, repetitive movements, emotional surges, speech anomalies, “zoning out”, losing a few seconds of time.
Whumpee may not remember part of the conversation. They might try to piece together what was just said, or quietly ask what happened, trying not to draw attention to their "lapse".
They could start slurring. Or maybe they suddenly can’t perform a familiar task. Even become uncharacteristically emotional.
These signs can be easily mistaken as distraction, panic attacks, intoxication, exhaustion, dissociation, PMS(!), sulking, crankiness, or just "being weird". (Perfect opportunity for team or caretaker angst!)
Feeling a rising sense of dread, like something terrible is going to happen, is also a possible effect.
Hallucinations
Visual hallucinations can include: flashes of light, geometric patterns, shadows, colour distortions, tunnel vision, warped faces, movement in peripheral vision
Auditory hallucinations: buzzing, ringing, distorted voices, music, muffled speech, sounds becoming strangely loud or distant. "Can someone PLEASE turn down the comm link? What do you mean it's not on. I hear it and Chloe is singing."
Olfactory hallucinations (hahah I love this): burning, metal, chemicals, rotting smells
Time distortions: feeling like time slowed down, events are looping, losing chunks of time entirely, feeling trapped in a moment, feeling like several minutes passed when only seconds did, sudden certainty that something has already happened. "Will you stop saying that, I heard you the first time."
Spatial hallucinations (Alice in Wonderland syndrome): Rooms feeling tilted, objects seeming too large or too small, too close or too far away. "Whoa, are we in the right ship? The cockpit is... so much bigger." Movements may seem delayed or jerky. They might feel disconnected from their own body position.
Something to note: hallucinations caused by seizures are brief. So you're not going to have your whumpee hallucinating their dead mother for hours on end. It usually lasts seconds or minutes. "Wha-- sorry. I just... I thought I saw my mom walk by the door. Hahaha, she's been dead 10 years... I'm just... I'm just being stupid."
Worse, they might KNOW what they're hallucinating isn't real, but it FEELS real. "I know it's not burning, I'm looking right at it, but it SMELLS like it's on fire. Can you PLEASE just check again?"
Another FASCINATING hallucination is one that involves the feeling of familiarity. Intense feelings of familiarity for they have never experienced before (déjà vu) or feelings of UNfamiliarity of something they supposed to know (jamais vu)
Imagine a whumpee staring at someone they've never met and trying deperately to remember their name. Or holding a tool that they have always wielded like an extension of their body and they suddenly have no idea what to do with it or what it's for. AAAGGH.
OK, this is way longer than I intended it to be ahhahahha, but it usually ends up this way. Oops!
Seizures are unlike many other medical whump mechanics because the effects can be disorienting and impactful before, during AND after.
I included a whole lot of these symptoms in this fic: Purgatory.
Please note, I am NOT medically trained at all, these are entirely for fictional writing purposes.
anyway shoutout to "small" whump moments. minor bruises and scars, limping, everyday vulnerability and exhaustion, headaches, training fights with teammates that leave them a bit sore, punched/slapped outside of a torture/captivity context <3<3
I’ve seen a lot of prompts with Whumpee’s in like ice baths or just getting drowned in them, but what about hygiene whump in general?
Like, Whumper forcefully brushing Whumpee’s teeth and “accidentally”/purposefully gagging Whumpee with the toothbrush because they were moving too much.
Or Whumper being rough with brushing their hair, maybe threatening to cut it off if Whumpee has long hair they really like.
And with baths, either making it to hot or to cold for Whumpee and calling them dramatic when/if they point it out.
That’s all I got for now but feel free to add on ^^
So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow
Supervillain forcing Henchman work for them using blackmail/threats
Henchman feeling like they can't reach out for help, as they are a criminal and so not worthy of saving.
Henchman suffering Supervillain’s wrath after accidentally defeating Hero in a fight and taking the fame and glory.
Supervillain always leaving Henchman behind to deal with the heroes.
Henchman having a sickness/curse and only Supervillain has the only cure but it’s temporary. So Henchman has to stay close to Supervillain, or suffer.
Supervillain is Henchman’s parent who will make their kid a criminal AT ALL COST.
Henchman used to be Hero, and is now being paraded around as Supervillain’s little helper.
Monster Supervillain who used Henchman as a stress-ball/chew-toy when angry.
Other goons putting the blame on Henchman for Hero getting away, just to escape Supervillain’s punishment. Then even after the truth comes out Henchman is offered no help or sympathy.
Henchman being brainwashed to work for Supervillain.
Supervillain’s being Henchman’s possessive lover. (The danger! The power imbalance! THE DRAMA! Gimme! And then have Henchman dump them, before going on a date with Hero! 😈)
Henchman being forbidden from leaving the lair as they know to much.
No one listens to Henchman trying to warn them, and then everyone blames Henchman for not warning them.
Hero keeps flirting with Henchman, Supervillain is not happy. And Henchman knows they are playing with fire.
Supervillain controls everything about Henchman even off work so that Henchman "doesn't destroy Supervillain band”
PLOT TWIST! Is actually Supervillain who is the Whumpee, as Henchman is the one pulling all the strings! :O
caretaker takes their sweater off. it's chilly, but not chilly enough to warrant the way whumpee is trembling so violently.
they take a step towards whumpee, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. whumpee seems to freeze for a second, the line of their posture tense and coiled— an attempt to shrink within oneself, bracing for something and hiding from something alike.
caretaker gently pulls the sweater over whumpee's head, guiding their stick-thin arms into the soft fabric as whumpee stays still and quiet throughout the process, looking at them with huge, unblinking eyes.
"there," caretaker says, gently patting whumpee on their arms as they step away. "better?"
whumpee blinks. a weak protest, "you need that," as they fidget with the sleeves. they can't bring themself to remove it. it's soft and filled with cartaker's warmth.
caretaker shakes their head, carding their fingers through whumpee's hair in an attempt to straighten it back.
Other Words for "Look" + With meanings | List for writers
Many people create lists of synonyms for the word 'said,' but what about the word 'look'? Here are some synonyms that I enjoy using in my writing, along with their meanings for your reference. While all these words relate to 'look,' they each carry distinct meanings and nuances, so I thought it would be helpful to provide meanings for each one.
Gaze - To look steadily and intently, especially in admiration or thought.
Glance - A brief or hurried look.
Peek - A quick and typically secretive look.
Peer - To look with difficulty or concentration.
Scan - To look over quickly but thoroughly.
Observe - To watch carefully and attentively.
Inspect - To look at closely in order to assess condition or quality.
Stare - To look fixedly or vacantly at someone or something.
Glimpse - To see or perceive briefly or partially.
Eye - To look or stare at intently.
Peruse - To read or examine something with great care.
Scrutinize - To examine or inspect closely and thoroughly.
Behold - To see or observe a thing or person, especially a remarkable one.
Witness - To see something happen, typically a significant event.
Spot - To see, notice, or recognize someone or something.
Contemplate - To look thoughtfully for a long time at.
Sight - To suddenly or unexpectedly see something or someone.
Ogle - To stare at in a lecherous manner.
Leer - To look or gaze in an unpleasant, malicious way.
Gawk - To stare openly and stupidly.
Gape - To stare with one's mouth open wide, in amazement.
Squint - To look with eyes partially closed.
Regard - To consider or think of in a specified way.
Admire - To regard with pleasure, wonder, and approval.
Skim - To look through quickly to gain superficial knowledge.
Reconnoiter - To make a military observation of a region.
Flick - To look or move the eyes quickly.
Rake - To look through something rapidly and unsystematically.
Glare - To look angrily or fiercely.
Peep - To look quickly and secretly through an opening.
Focus - To concentrate one's visual effort on.
Discover - To find or realize something not clear before.
Spot-check - To examine something briefly or at random.
Devour - To look over with eager enthusiasm.
Examine - To inspect in detail to determine condition.
Feast one's eyes - To look at something with great enjoyment.
Catch sight of - To suddenly or unexpectedly see.
Clap eyes on - To suddenly see someone or something.
Set eyes on - To look at, especially for the first time.
Take a dekko - Colloquial for taking a look.
Leer at - To look or gaze in a suggestive manner.
Rubberneck - To stare at something in a foolish way.
Make out - To manage to see or read with difficulty.
Lay eyes on - To see or look at.
Pore over - To look at or read something intently.
Ogle at - To look at in a lecherous or predatory way.
Pry - To look or inquire into something in a determined manner.
Dart - To look quickly or furtively.
Drink in - To look at with great enjoyment or fascination.
Bask in - To look at or enjoy something for a period of time.
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I can’t tell which I like more: mechanical whumpees being mistaken for humans or human whumpees being mistaken for robots.
Living Weapon Whumpee is a highly efficient killer. Obedient and emotionless to an almost uncanny degree. It makes sense that the team assumed they were anything but human.
Or, perhaps Handler lied to them, aware that the team (softer than most in the business) wouldn’t take kindly just yet to finding out how the organisation truly worked.
Because of this, nobody on the team particularly cares for Weapon. It’s an unthinking robot, nobody’ll mind if someone is slightly rude to it or if they let it take as many hits as necessary for the mission.
But then it bleeds.
Bleeds like a robot certainly shouldn’t, chokes on the scarlet like it needs oxygen to breathe. And that terrifies the entire team.
The weapon clearly influenced by Handler to obey anything mindlessly, the weapon they’ve been letting take blows like it can easily be replaced, the weapon they’ve been harshly ordering around, has been a thinking, feeling human this whole time.
Caretaker and the team are disgusted at Handler and at themselves for not realising it sooner. Their attitude towards the weapon changes, offering pain meds and comfort, and Whumpee can’t understand it at all. Weren’t they doing a good job? Didn’t the team see them as a good weapon anymore?
Or, the alternative:
Mechanical Whumpee is deceptively human. Maybe it’s in their program to appear as human as possible.
The team and Caretaker bond well with Whumpee, considering them a very close friend who they’re honoured to fight alongside.
But then Whumpee gets injured during a fight, or perhaps catches a virus, and the team are in shock because they were never a human in the first place.
Whumpee doesn’t understand why everyone is mad. They don’t understand why anyone feels anything, emotions are so unfamiliar to them that they can’t comprehend that the team sees them as less of a companion now that their mechanical innards are revealed.
Or, they know why. And that’s why they hid it. Maybe Whumpee was something human before this, before they’d been repaired and slowly replaced until nothing original remained. And they’d been nothing but ashamed of that.
No matter what, the team aren’t sure they can trust Whumpee anymore. Not after something so major had been kept hidden.
another take on immortality through revival: reviving doesn’t equal to coming back untouched.
whumpee who revives wounded, just not (immediately) deadly. maybe they don’t even have any enhanced healing, so they still have to treat their injuries like a mortal person and take a long time to recover. maybe they have to do it themself if they wake up alone or don’t have anyone to care about them at the first place. maybe they’re too wounded to do it so they die again from an infection, slowly and painfully. only to wake up and repeat it in cycles if they can’t manage to treat themself.
maybe someone will eventually find them, severely wounded and delirious, and decide to help.
