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the-whumpening · 8 months ago

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Fuck It Friday #2

Last night was my group’s DnD session, and boooyyyy have I got some juicy whump tidbits to share!

CW: gore (esp eyeballs), knives, torture, lycanthropy, could be read as cannibalism?

So in the canon of our game, the group used a teleportation scroll to get themselves and Ash out of the demi-plane he’d been held in. This landed us in Chult, which is a massive island continent much like Australia, where we reunited with some familiar NPCs on a scouting mission.

Various dangling plot threads are getting tied up, including Ash reconnecting with his father again and realizing that he’s . . . Just a guy. A guy who was wracked with guilt and shame and thrust into a situation he had no control of. Gregor is clearly trying to start a new life and make up for his past, and Ash is slowly opening up and letting him in a little.

To make a very long story short, Gregor tried to save Kane from being taken by the weretigers who’ve taken over the jungle; he failed, and got bitten in the process, which is apparently fatal to people already infected with lycanthropy. To make them even once more, Ash let Krumgus revive Gregor.

Cut to this session: the party has just fought a small group of weretigers that ambushed us. Some ran away, some were dead, and one was left to be interrogated. Evius held the weretiger down with an immovable rod to the neck while Ash prepares to torture him for information. It felt right to be the one inflicting pain for once. He lets his rage continue to simmer though the battle is well over.

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Evius: Who do you work for? Why are you here? [The tiger only growls in response, though Evius attempts to read his thoughts. He sees a weretiger—much larger than the others—on a throne of skulls. He nods to Ash, who slips the silver knife between the tiger’s ribs.] Evius: Who is he? Tiger: The Banded King. Evius: Where can we find him? [Evius presses deeper into his thoughts, seeing images of a ruined city deep in the jungle.] Evius: How do we get there? [Once again, the tiger doesn’t respond. Evius nods to Ash once again. Ash twists the knife, eliciting a squeal of pain from the tiger-man.] Ash: Answer him! Where is our friend? Kane—the half elf with the gray hair? [The tiger chuffs in laughter in between gasps of pain.] [Ash removes the knife, instead using its tip to trace the outline of the weretiger’s stripes.] Ash: You know, I could carve these off of you. It would be . . . so easy. [Ash is past rationality now; his best friend is missing and this mass of flesh is the only thing in the way.] Where is Kane? Tiger, taunting: He is alive! The Banded King has taken a special interest in him. [He looks to Gregor with a conspiratorial grin.] They wait for you. Gregor: Ash, cut out his eye. Ash: With pleasure. [Ash carefully swirls the silver knife into the tiger’s eye socket, plucking his eye from his skull. The creature snarls and howls, but maintains his bravado.] Why did you come here? Why did you tell the other one not to fight me? Tiger: [He seethes and mocks Ash.] The Banded King has no use for you in his army, half-breed! [Evius goes to grab his mane and yank his head back, but the tiger is too quick. His teeth just graze Evius’ wrist before he pulls away; the venom is already burning in his veins.] [Without hesitation, Ash pounds his fist into the tiger’s bleeding socket. Gregor allows his animal companions to finish the job. Ash snarls, struggling to keep any semblance of composure.] Ash, panicking: Evvy, I have to do something rash—it might save you, but it’s going to hurt. I need your permission! [Ash wonders if he’s also venomous like the other weretigers; if he is, Evius is dead either way, right? Might as well try.] [Panicking and in pain, Evius agrees.] [Ash sinks his teeth into Evius’ arm, ripping off the infected flesh and spitting it on the ground. Evius wails, shaking and sweating, as Ash transforms out of his rage. He holds Evius to the ground to keep him from thrashing, one hand on his chest and the other stroking his hair. Blood drips from his mouth and down his chin.] Ash: I’m so sorry, Evvy. I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I had to! [He repeats it over and over again.] [Gregor douses bandages in alcohol (we notice it’s the same brand of mushroom absinthe we created early in the campaign) and quickly wraps Evius’ wounds. The three wait with bated breath to see if Ash’s plan worked.] [A dark black band circles Evius’ hand, meeting the bandages on either side. It’s puffed and raised, like a bruise or a scar. One perfect stripe.] [But the burn of the venom fades, leaving only the sting of the alcohol and the ache of the bite. No more stripes appear, and Evius slips into much-needed unconsciousness.] [Mouse rejoins them after hearing the screams and, after making sure Evius is okay, asks for their help with another infected victim. It’s too late for this one.] [Ash looks pitifully up at Gregor with big, watery eyes.] Ash: . . . Gregor? Can you please . . .? Gregor: [He pats Ash’s shoulder.] Sure, bud. Keep him safe. [It’s strange. Just days ago, he would’ve killed Gregor on sight. But now there’s . . . an odd affection growing. He shakes off the thought and focuses on Evius, lifting him gently and taking him to rest in the shade.]

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One of our players is currently playing a child character, who saw the interaction from up in a tree. He asked Mouse to check up on the group as he was pretty sure Ash had tried to eat Evius. Mouse was pretty sure that wasn't the case, but damn if she didn't have to rule it out lol.

(Bear with me on this formatting, I'm not sure the best way to share this and I thought it would read well in a chat style format.)

#whumpblr #whump writing #whump #whump community #writeblr #dnd whump #tigerverse #tw gore #tw blood #tw torture #fuck it friday

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actress4him · 1 year ago

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 23 - The Shadow of Death

This is canon 'verse and takes place after the captivity with Kane. Bruno belongs to Izzy! For this piece I used a different line of the prompt song as inspiration.

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

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No. 23: “Please forgive me I’ve got demons in my head.”

Contains: dude whump, lady whump, PTSD, flashbacks, panic attacks, vaguely implied noncon, beating, stabbing, guilt, romance, mild blood, stitches

She’s not sure what started it all. A nightmare, most likely, he was lying down resting when she left him and probably fell asleep. Reasons and explanations are far from Kamaria’s mind right now, though, all she knows is that she walks back into the clearing to find Bruno deep in the throes of panic.

He’s standing, too close to the smoldering campfire for her comfort when he’s out of it like this, and he looks ready for a fight but in no condition to be in one. His forehead is soaked with sweat, turning his hairline dark. He’s panting, eyes darting around as if seeing an enemy that isn’t there, and as she watches one hand comes up to clutch at his shirt over the scars on his chest.

It hurts her heart to see him like this. He doesn’t deserve to be so afraid.

“Bruno.” She calls to him from a distance to start with, setting down the armload of firewood she gathered. He doesn’t acknowledge her presence, still lost in his memories and fears.

So she walks a little closer, getting in his line of sight, and raises her voice. “Bruno. Istulta!” Sometimes that works. Today it does not. “You’re alright. You’re safe. Can you hear me?”

He stumbles backwards, thankfully away from the fire, and spins around, putting his back to her.

He’s warned her before about getting too close to him when he’s like this. She’s never had to help him out of one this bad, and yes, he’s lunged at her a time or two, mostly when she first wakes him up from a nightmare. But he’s never hurt her. And even if he might, she can’t just leave him to suffer. Hurt is nothing new to her, anyway, she can handle it.

“Bruno.” Circling around, she approaches him slowly from the front. “Come on, amachari, you can do this. Come back to me.”

He’s looking straight past her, straight through her. Talking alone isn’t going to help. Kamaria reaches out, debating for a split second where the safest place to touch might be, then lays her hand gently on his arm.

The effect is instantaneous. His hand closes over her wrist in an iron grip, too quickly for even her normally lightning-fast reflexes to evade, and he slings her to the ground. It wrenches both her wrist and elbow, but she barely notices. She’s too busy trying to scramble back to her feet.

He doesn’t give her the chance for that, though. Before she even rolls over he’s there, punching her across the face. The force of it knocks her back to the ground.

He’s seeing her now, finally. But he sees her as an enemy.

A deeply ingrained, instinctual part of her desperately wants to pull a knife, but she can’t. It’s Bruno, and he’s not trying to hurt her. She has to stay calm, to help him however she can even if she gets hurt in the process.

Even if she wanted to fight back, he’s moving with an intensity that she rarely sees from him. He grabs her by the shoulder and slams her back into the ground, then straddles her hips, pinning her down.

All of the oxygen is suddenly sucked from her lungs. It’s no longer Bruno above her, it’s Kane. It’s happening all over again, she’s trapped underneath him, she can’t escape. She’s already broken for him but it’s never enough. He’ll never stop.

The first punch doesn’t break her from the memory. The second does, if only briefly, long enough for her to see Bruno’s face - both angry and terrified at once. She throws the arm he’s not holding down over her face, trying to protect herself, gasping and sobbing all at once.

“Bruno…Bruno please…”

He tosses that arm aside and presses it into the ground and the moment of clarity is lost. “Please…please don’t!”

There’s blood filling her mouth. Her vision is blurred, ears ringing. Kane’s voice echoes in her mind, laughing at her pain, at how pathetic she becomes as soon as he’s on top of her. She sees Bruno again, but it’s like she’s drowning, coming up for gulps of air and glimpses of reality before she’s plunged back into the turmoil of the past. His fist won’t stop coming down, over and over.

She has to stop him. Has to help him, has to stop him, he’s hurting, she can’t do this again.

A knife finds its way into her hand without her consciously deciding to draw it. She doesn’t know who is hurting her anymore, all she knows is that it has to stop, and that Bruno’s safety depends on it. With what little leverage she has from the position she’s in, she stabs upward.

The man above her cries out, almost crumples on top of her, then rolls to the side and disappears from view. The pressure on her hips vanishes, but still she struggles to breathe. Her face throbs. Kamaria turns over onto her side, wanting to get up and run far away but unable to move any farther with her head pounding and the ground spinning beneath her. She spits out a mouthful of blood, then curls into a ball, shuddering.

She wants to scream.

She does scream, and it hurts all through her nose and cheeks and temples.

“Ka-...Kamaria…”

Bruno.

Shoving her hands into the ground, she pushes herself up to sit, mind still whirling as she tries to place what just happened. There was no Kane, was there? It was only Bruno the whole time. He hurt her. But she can’t hold that against him, not when she knows exactly what it feels like to be trapped in your own head like that. He didn’t mean to. He’s not Kane, not in any capacity.

He’s going to feel terrible when he realizes what happened.

She has to go to him, though, she has to see if he’s okay now. She pulls up her hood that she uses to partially hide her face on missions, knowing it will do very little good but trying to put off the inevitable as long as possible, and crawls toward him.

He’s lying on his back, eyes filled with pain as he spots her. “Kamaria…love…are you…?”

“I’m here.” Her voice sounds raw. “I’m coming.”

As she approaches, she’s alarmed to see blood coating his shoulder. Did she…she did, didn’t she? She just barely remembers it, the feeling of the knife in her hand, the desperate need to get him off of her. She picks up her pace, half crawling, half stumbling.

“You…I heard you scream. Are you…are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.” She drops down next to him, bent over the wound on his shoulder, fingers gently prodding around it. He hisses in response, neck arching.

“What…happened?”

“Don’t worry about it right now. I need to take care of this. It’s not too deep, thankfully.” It’s not through his heart, thankfully.

She gets up, swaying in place for a moment before she can see straight enough to walk over to the bag with the medical supplies. She’ll have to take care of her own wounds, eventually, but his is more pressing. Automatically she’s trying to figure out how she can keep it from him, whether or not she can wash up enough that it isn’t noticeable and how long she can keep the hood on before he gets suspicious.

He’s going to find out, though. Better she focuses on breaking the news as gently as possible.

“I feel like I’ve just run the length of Ethorcon.” He’s got his uninjured arm draped over his face. “Did you…stab me?”

“Perhaps?” Setting the bag down next to him, she rummages until she finds the alcohol and a clean cloth. “This will sting.”

Bruno grits his teeth as the liquid sloshes over the wound, letting out a quiet groan while she begins to pat the area clean. “I’m so confused. I was just lying there, waiting for you to come back with the firewood, thinking about dinner, and…”

He’s starting to understand, she can tell by the way he trails off. “I was afraid. When…when I woke up bleeding, before I ever realized I was injured or heard you scream, I felt afraid.” His arm drops to the ground and he turns his head to look at her. Kamaria keeps her head carefully ducked toward her work. “I did it again, didn’t I?”

She gives a sympathetic smile that he probably can’t really see, split lip smarting in response. “I think you must have had a nightmare. You were awake when I got back, but…”

He lets that sink in for a moment. “Right. That…explains why I’m so exhausted now.” He’s too quiet, still thinking, trying to make sense of it all.

Setting the cloth and bottle to the side, she gets out the needle and thread. “I need to sterilize this.”

The fire that they were supposed to be stoking to cook dinner is nothing but coals, so she busies herself throwing in a couple of the pieces of wood she’d brought and stirring up some flames to hold the needle in. Her body aches with exhaustion, as well. After this, she’ll rest. They both deserve a good rest.

“You stabbed me.”

She turns her head slightly toward him. “Yes. I…I’m sorry.”

“Kamaria, did I…?”

She’s frozen in place, unable to respond. She wants to say no, of course not, she’s fine. But he hates it when she lies about being hurt.

“It’s…you…” She swallows and shakes her head. “I shouldn’t have tried touching you. It was the wrong choice.”

“Kamaria…” He sits up and starts scooting toward her. She keeps her back to him, hands clenched into fists.

“You need to lie back down. You’re going to make it bleed and I’ll have to clean it all over again. This needle is ready, I’ve got to sew you up.”

“Please look at me, love.” He’s sitting right behind her, and the pain in his voice makes her chest hurt. His hand comes up and lightly grasps her hood. She tenses, but doesn’t move to stop him.

Ever so gently, he tugs it off. She ducks her head as she finally turns to face him.

Bruno swears under his breath. “Kamaria. I don’t…I didn’t…”

“You didn’t mean it.” Tear-filled eyes come up to lock with his. “I’m not upset with you, you weren’t trying to hurt me.”

“But I did!” She can see the anger growing in him, fists clenching, ready to hit something until his knuckles bleed as if he can punish himself for his mistakes.

She knows he’s hurting, but she can’t take it right now. Quickly reaching out, she grabs onto his wrist. “Please, please don’t get angry. I can’t…” She can’t handle seeing that expression on his face again, not this soon. “It wasn’t your fault. If it was anyone’s, it was mine, you told me I shouldn’t touch you and I did anyway.” She will again, too, if she thinks it will help him, but that’s a discussion for another time. “And this is nothing compared to…I stabbed you. I could have killed you.”

“I deserved to be stabbed.”

“No, you didn’t. You could never.” She says it firmly, but hunches over after, sucking in a shaky breath. “I didn’t even know what I was doing. I was…confused, you were on top of me and I couldn’t think straight and…I could have killed you!”

“I was on t-...” He cuts himself off and tips his head back to stare up at the sky. “Please, please tell me I didn’t.”

She squeezes his wrist tighter, blinking away the memories of that moment that press at her mind. “It’s okay. Please, you’re…you’re making a bigger deal out of my pain than you should. We both experienced bad memories. Yours lasted much longer. I got cuts and bruises, you got stabbed.”

“You were defending yourself.”

“So were you!”

“From a real threat. You were actually being hurt. By me.”

She shakes her head. “No, you weren’t the one I was trying to stab. If I’d been thinking clearly, if I’d known for sure that it was you, I would have fought you off another way. I would never have hurt you like that…just like you never would have me.”

Looking up at him, she tugs his arm a little to get his eyes on her. They look as wet as hers feel. “We both got hurt because of being stuck in our memories. Neither one of us are at fault.” It certainly doesn’t feel that way, when her knife is still laying nearby with his blood on the blade, but it’s what needs to be said at the moment. “Now please, let me take care of your shoulder before it bleeds any more.”

Lips pressed together, he gives a solemn nod. They spend the next several minutes in silence as she expertly stitches the wound shut and ties it off, dousing it with alcohol one more time to be safe before wrapping his shoulder in a clean white bandage.

He catches her hand in his as she starts putting things away. “Now it’s my turn.”

“You don’t have to -”

“Let me do this.”

She nods, placing her hands in her lap as he gets out a new cloth and pours some of the alcohol onto it. One hand comes up to cup her chin and she stiffens for an instant. Bruno pauses, waiting without touching until she lets out a breath and whispers, “I’m okay.”

His touch is gentle and feather-light, carefully dabbing at her split lip and cheek and bloody nose until they’re clean. He takes a sweet-smelling salve from the bag and spreads it across the cuts and bruises.

“I’m afraid there’s not much I can do for the swelling at this point. Hopefully it will go down soon.”

She helps him repack the bag, then they sit silently for another moment, each staring at the other’s wounds. In the quiet, the exhaustion has settled fully over her, weighing her down. She imagines he feels much the same.

“Will you hold me?”

“Are you sure you want me to?”

Kamaria gives him a half-hearted glare for still thinking ill of himself, then reaches out to take his hand. “I think we both need it.”

Without another word, he holds his arms open, and she moves forward to curl up against his chest, watching his reaction to make sure he’s comfortable with it. Gingerly, he lays them both down next to the remains of the fire.

They both fall asleep entwined in each other’s arms.

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Vaya translations -

Istulta = idiot

Amachari = loved one

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interdimensional-chaos · 3 years ago

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Title: Kane gets Kidnapped 😈

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Synopsis: AU where Kane, of @whumpsday Jim and Kane series, bites of more than he can chew when instead of kidnapping Jim he attempts to kidnap my OC Joan. Unaware of her guardian the Sanguinor.

CW: attempted kidnapping, decapitation, stabbing, blood, language, actual kidnapping

Begins the same with Kane driving around. Except instead of Jim he smells and locates Joan. He hides the car, AND

The girl was heavier than he expected, but aside from a startled jerk gave no resistance. In mere moments he was back to his car. He dumped her down on the pavement to tie her up. Effortlessly pinning her with a hand on her chest and the other on her mouth-

Something burned into either side of his ribs. With a howl Kane leaped off the girl and looked down. The wounds were already healing, but blood still stained his shirt.

The girl kicked herself to her feet. Bloody daggers held firmly in both hands. Completely unfazed by the whole affair.

He tackled her. Pinning her arms- and those damned knives- above her head. She landed with a barely restrained grunt. The knives scattering away.

"You BITCH!" He snarled. "You'll pay for that!"

The words were barely out of his mouth when there was a loud snap of wings. The both of them were suddenly engulfed in a massive shadow.

The girl smirked. "You first."

Everything went black.

The vampires head slipped from his shoulders. Giving Joan a slight headbutt before rolling away. She kept her mouth and eyes closed as blood spurted all over her. Then with what was a flick of the Sanguinor's sword, the weight was gone.

She wiped the blood away from her main eyes and blinked up at her older brother. Eight feet tall, golden haired, permanently wearing the serene, Golden face of their shared adopted father. The Sanguinor would have been a majestic, terrifying sight for anyone else. Especially when he descended from above on his glorious white wings.

Joan grinned at him. "Holy CRAP he was fast! I can't believe I stabbed him!"

"I can't believe he put you on the ground." The Sangionor signed. To compensate for his lake of facial expressions, he used his wings to add extra emphasis to words. Puffing up his feathers to show his continued irritation with her foolhardy plan. "That was asking for it."

He knelt, offering her a hand that could hold her entire head.

She took it, and he lifted her easily to her feet.

The feathers suddenly smoothed and the wings expanded protectively around her. His sign of concern. "Are you alright?" He signed.

"Yeah- I think he sprained my wrists with that tackle. Won't know until the adrenaline wears off though." She put his hand on her shoulder so he could feel her shrug. "Can't be helped."

The wings dropped. He tapped the top of her head. His sign of sterness for the next set of words. "Ice," he signed. "Not using yourself as bait. Not stabbing someone faster and stronger than you."

"Uh huh, you tracking the body?" She would have had a decent view of it from her periphery, but that was entirely blocked by the fake skin at the moment. Instead she turned her full head to look at the vampire.

He was still there. Torso and all.

Part of her relaxed. No Homestuck rules. No clowns that got back up when you weren't looking. No bodies that disappeared for a sick game.

The other part was just deeply unsettled.

The wings surrounded her again. The Sanguinor turned her head so she could see what he said.

"Let's get back to base," He signed. "Get cleaned up. Go from there."

"Sure, sure," she picked up her knives. "Lead the way."

The Sanguinor scooped up the body, then peered around. As though he could actually see. He raised his left wing, and Joan slipped in next to his side. With a gentle push from him, they both phased into the Backrooms.

#My writing #Kane and Joan AU #Kane gets Kidnapped #and when i say AU I mean #this exists alongside the canon vers.#can have fun with Whumped and #Cosmic Kane meeting each other #also Kane gets to meet Ciaphas Cain #the puns :D #wh40k #Sanguinor #Joan #My Oc #others OC #Daughters of the Blood Angel #Joan: the younger sibling

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thisiswhereikeepdcthings · 3 years ago

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My Favorite (DC) Things:

(To the tune of "My Favorite Things")

🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵

Duke in the family,

And immortal Alfred.

Jason Todd’s jokes about

Being the undead.

Harley and Ivy not being that bad.

Nothing I love more than tired Batdad.

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Younger adoptions,

And magic de-aging.

Dealing with trauma,

And platonic cuddling.

They are all smart and all got therapy.

These are a few of my favorite things.

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Batgirls are badass,

And competent Robins.

Justice League antics,

And Metas in Gotham.

They all have a favorite hero or two.

Sure, it’s not Batman, but what can you do?

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Feelings are hard

But at least Bruce is trying.

I love good fluff moments

And Joker dying.

Protective Jason on Ao3 tags.

Timmy so sleep-deprived it gives him bags.

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Undercover.

They’re good brothers.

Enemies to friends

Is still a fine way to get them all back home

And give us a happy end.

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Younger kids bonding,

And agents of chaos.

Cass being awesome,

And snarky Hood crime boss.

Maybe for once Jason just doesn’t die.

Will Tim at last turn eighteen in July?

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Photos of Batman

Some journalist might catch

To test their theory

And see if the butts match.

The kids all roast Bruce on Twitter for sure.

Messing up clothes is what Alfred abhors.

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Messing with Rogues,

And a trading of costumes.

Who is that now?

You won’t know ‘til they punch you.

Trolling Lex Luthor gives Tim and Bruce life.

Maybe now Gotham has somewhat less crime?

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Good mother Talia to

Jason and Dami.

Some minor murder,

But Sir they’re my babies.

Top himbo energy from Brucie Wayne.

Let’s not forget ‘bout best wine aunt Kate Kane.

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At the gala:

"Do we have to?”

They’ll cause chaos there.

Just them interacting and getting along

‘Cause they finally learned to share.

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Sharing one braincell

And making B’s eye twitch.

Hold onto something

‘Cause next up’s an age switch.

Trav’ling the multiverse can be so fun

‘Til you end up in the evil Lords one.

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Batkids in space,

And explosions for flavor.

Magic, the All-Caste,

And maybe time travel.

Fix-its and head kisses sure would be nice.

I just want AUs where nobody dies.

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Whump, hurt and comfort,

And good family moments.

Being best siblings

And college enrollments.

Snitching on each other like siblings do.

Bruce maybe got o’er his head with just two.

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Bandages, hugs, and a

Fear-toxin ride out.

“Does Bruce Wayne give Batman

Gear at a discount?”

“Only in Gotham” hashtags are the best.

When Batcow first came Bruce was not impressed.

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Jason gets hugs from all

His mother figures.

Steph gets a kick out of

Sassing The Riddler.

Superman is Uncle Clark to the kids,

How will that work when Kon ends up with Tim?

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Batman webcomics

And live adaptations.

❤️ Lego Batman

Forever and always.

Ignore the rest

Because it makes me mad.

I’ll only take Bruce Wayne as a good dad.

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When the bats fight,

When the angst stings,

When canon is sad,

I simply remember my favorite things

And then I don’t feeeeeel soo baaadd.

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lost-in-labradorite-halls · 2 years ago

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Masterlist?

I’ve never made a masterlist before, so here we go. **Caution while nothing posted here is NSFW, there are very violent descriptions and artwork below, so beware. Most of the posts will have their own content warning before the graphic stuff. But as a general caution there is graphic descriptions of violence, blood and gore. Explore at your own risk. First off I’ve got my nameless Fae, which is written in a very informal manner, no clue if more will ever be written.

Unnamed Fae 1

The Calcspar Peak Unnamed Fae 2

Unnamed Fae 3 Latiil is a tiny merfae, I have a whole series planned for her and various others characters that I’ve drawn and named, but haven’t written or posted for. Eventually I’ll get back to her story.

Latill the Merfae 1

Pup’s Story, Aka Vampires.There are multiple characters involved, such as Jacques, Gala, Pup, and the Grosvenors. But Pup is certainly the main whumpee of it all. Pup Introduction

Two Weeks

Go to Sleep follows shortly after Two Weeks

Jacques’ introduction and art. Jacques is from the same world as Pup, though I haven’t really written anything for him yet.

Pup in AU August 2022 So I was doing some art character stuff for AU August and I never really finished because part way through August I ended up going to work for six week thing. So I didn’t finish but I still want to. The thing with AU August is that some of it wasn’t AUs were in fact completely canon to Pup’s story. So below is in canon Pup art that I happened to do for AU August. And then below these will be the Pup AU August stuff that really is AU. The Countryside

Artist’s Muse

Actual AU Pup’s Story stuff

Pup Preschool, featuring my ocs; Pup, Jacques and Gala along with @whumpshaped‘s El and @whumpsday’s Kane

Tiny Fae Pup

Pup as a Velociraptor

Scifi Pup

Space Academy Pup

Coffee Shop/Barista Pup featuring @whumpsday’s Kane

Pup in chibi form: -----Taglist?

@whumpsday @whumpshaped @redwhump @darlingwhump @wolfeyedwitch @onlywhump @whump-queen

#Masterlist #first attempt #aaaaaall of the things!

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whumpwillow · 2 years ago

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nothing like browsing the #canon kane whump tag while drinking my morning tea before going to work 😌

#willow rambles

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whumpsday · 1 month ago

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Kane whump bc I just discovered what a martinet was:

I go out and buy a martinet (which is surprisingly still sold in some places) and hit Kane with it. It’s designed to only sting and to leave no marks, but anything will leave marks if you use it long enough (at least that’s the theory).

When it finally does leave marks, I trace over the marks with the tip of a very thin silver rod (like pencil thin).

I leave.

Kane takes the punishment without complaint, thankful that this implement is softer than the whips he's used to, even if it goes on for far longer... until the silver. He screams and cries, but takes it without struggling, hoping it's over soon.

#ask #k&j ask #canon kane whump #torture

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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 2 years ago

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Hi! Hope this is alright to ask. Pretty much I am trying to figure out what draws me to whump, and I feel a bit out of place when I try to find answers. I've been through traumatic experiences before and a lot of times I've heard that people cope by putting characters through traumatic experiences but then give them comfort or a happy ending as a way to take your power back/rewrite your personal life story. Personally I don't resonate with that because I don't always include comfort. But at the same time I do feel like I'm using whump writing to cope somehow... I'm just not sure how? Like when I look up articles on 'writing therapy' a lot of what comes up has to do with 'giving the characters the happy ending you would have liked for yourself' but again, I can't really relate. Plus, I also consume whump. Lately a show I'm watching has had one character go through a lot of whumpy scenes and it's sparked an interest in me, like I rewatch those scenes a bunch of times and now have an interest in writing that specific character going through pain when I had never considered that before. And it's also caused my mind to 'branch out' I guess, and get more ideas for what kind of whump I'd want to include in my own writing. Even though I've been interested in whump for a while already, this is really the first time canon whump scenes have drawn me in so much. I know I don't really have to justify liking whump to anyone and some people simply just like it, but in my case, I do feel like it's deeper than that and I just don't know what some possible explanations could be? Thanks if you're able to offer some insight!

Ah, glad you’ve found us here on the Tumblr Dot Com, my dude!

I’m kind of the same way, honestly. I’m mostly in it for the physical sensation (which is cozy and warms me up like a hot cup of tea on a cold, rainy day). It may very well be that whump is a brain chemistry thing that some people are just predisposed to (like how some people feel tingles when listening to AS/MR while others don’t). (I also experience tingles by the way… I know correlation doesn’t equal causation, but hm… it might be worth researching [nudges the psychology academics])

But I do also feel a level of emotional attachment to certain types of whump (particularly if a character is crying or screaming). For me, I like watching/reading those kind of scenes because that’s the only time I react in a “normal” way to sad and/or messed-up things; because I’m usually alone when I do this, so I don’t feel I have to hide what I feel from others. Everything comes to the surface and it’s very nice.

Or sometimes I’m just down in the dumps and I decide to stare at Gilbert Kane writhing on the dinner table for the eight-millionth time and go “Damn I wish that were me.” But like in a very normal, catharsis-seeking way… I don’t have a death wish.

So it could be an emotional expression thing(?) Or (if you’re into the more, eh, one-on-one Whumper/Whumpee dynamic) it could also be seeking validation that what people did to you was, in fact, Very Bad… or not idk.

Or, you could just have a fascination with the weird, disturbing, and gross, which manifests itself in a love of whump. This could be indicated by your other interests.

Or, you could just enjoy seeing variations on a theme; what writers do differently or the same as each other. I know I love binge-watching an actor’s work for a year (or three lmfao) and studying their mannerisms and micro-expressions. I also love picking apart imagery and wording in written pieces. So, it could just be a different type of “Love of the Craft,” so to speak?

Or, it could be an outlet for anger. Sometimes it is for me, but usually it isn’t the case. But generally, when I feel like throttling a person and cracking their skull open like a pistachio shell, I find a whump blogger with open asks and do horrible things to their OCs. I squeeze them like stress balls. Didn’t ask. Don’t care. [violence] [violence] [violence]

Anyway, thank you for asking me! Have fun and keep whumping.

(Autocorrect almost changed “whumping” to “whipping.” Very off-topic, I know… but so, so on-brand djdjdjdjdjdndndn help I’m laughing now)

#whump meta #asks #:)

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 6 months ago

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Sweet & Sour

by SomebodyIUsetoKnow It started with Pink Lemonade and ended with him saving her in every way possible. The first time she met a too-tiny little bird he was hiding behind the Big Bad Bat. Even then, Harleen Quinzel knew her Baby Boy was going to change her life. Years later, when secrets are discovered and a monster is at his heals, Harley Quinn will have to face her own demon to save him. Even if it kills her. Because that's exactly what Joker will do to her when he finds out. Words: 11291, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of Must Be Tuesday Fandoms: Nightwing (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Batman (Movies - Nolan) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Harleen Quinzel, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU), Pamela Isley, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Kate Kane (DCU), Other Minor DC Characters Relationships: Dick Grayson & Harleen Quinzel, Dick Grayson & Harley Quinn, Nightwing & Harley Quinn, Nightwing/Harley Quinn, harley quinn & joker, Harley Quinn/Joker, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Harley Quinn & Batboys Additional Tags: Harleen Quinzel is Harley Quinn, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Joker is Fucking Scary, pamela isley is poison ivy, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Kate Kane is Batwoman (DCU), POV Harleen Quinzel, Harleen Quinzel Needs a Hug, Sad Harleen Quinzel, Past Joker (DCU)/Harleen Quinzel, Crazy Harleen Quinzel, Protective Harleen Quinzel, POV Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Kidnapped Dick Grayson, Hurt Dick Grayson, Protective Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Even when Kidnapped, BAMF Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson Whump, Harleen Quinzel Whump, past rape/non-con mentioned, (nothing graphic) - Freeform, Nightwing Volume 2 Issue 093, Miscarriage (Mentioned), Abusive Relationships, Toxic Relationship, Joker is psychotic, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Violence, Semi-graphic violence, Nudity, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Sexual Bondage, Threats of Violence, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Threats of Body Mutilation, Joker being Joker, Blood and Injury, i'm missing tags i'm sure via https://ift.tt/igs23KI

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 4 years ago

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1-36 ALL OF EM. ALL OF EM.

THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR, BRO. ALL FANDOMS.

1. First ship you remember

Peter Pan/Wendy Darling (Disney’s Peter Pan) is my best guess as far back as I can remember. That’s the original OTP next to Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle (DCU) and Ariel/Prince Eric (Disney’s The Little Mermaid).

2. Your newest ship

Hmmm,,, I haven’t really watched anything new,,,,,,, but I mean I did get into Geralt/Jaskier (Netflix’s The Witcher) recently. I really like them.

3. Favourite ship ever

STARES LONGINGLY AT PETER/WENDY

I go between them and Mulan/Li Shang (Disney’s Mulan) and Korra/Asami Sato (Avatar: Legend of Korra) and Yuuri Katsuki/Viktor Nikiforov (Yuuri On Ice) and Arya Stark/Gendry Waters (GOT/ASOIAF) for my favorite ships of all time

4. Favourite m/f ship

I grew up on the His Dark Materials books and I always was a Lyra Belaqua/Will Parry shipper and that has never ever changed. They’re so sweet. I WOULD LIKE PHILIP PULLMAN TO BRING THEM IN THE NEXT BOOK THAT IS SUPPOSED TO COME OUT. DO NOT FUCK AROUND.

5. Favourite m/m ship

you really can’t wrong with Ash Lynx/Eiji Okumura (Banana Fish) except you can and I don’t care,,,, everyone’s alive and fine and not depressed,,,,,,,

6. Favourite f/f ship

do you know how much my heart broke when they refused to do Emma Swan/Regina Mills (Once Upon A Time) EVEN THOUGH everything in canon said they were True Love????? now I’m just pissed,,,,, I can’t let go of them

7.Most innocent ship

OH GOD,,, KATARA/AANG (AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER). THE FLUFFIEST. THE HAPPIEST. THE SWEETEST BABIES.

8.Most fluffy ship

WHAT DID I LITERALLY JUST SAY???

9.Most angsty ship

good god it’s Clarke Griffin/Lexa (The 100) but I still love them and I know I wasn’t THERE for Lexa dying but I’m STILL livid about what they did and how they treated the LGBT+ community and I’m gonna throw hands,,,, ever since it happened and Clexa is mentioned in the show,,, it’s always so painful,,,,, Clarke is not letting Lexa go and tbh she shouldn’t and I’m gonna get mad again

10. Most smutty ship

Smut is optional, not a requirement for my ships.

11. Ship that you would never have wanted in canon but like in fanworks

I don’t fucking trust MCU so they can have none of my ships!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12. Character that you can only imagine in one ship

BOOOOOOOOOOOOORING.

13. Most shippable character

Merlin (BBC Merlin) and Harry Potter.

14. Character that you can’t imagine in any ship

Any character I don’t like.

15. Favourite poly ship

I love love love love Rey/Finn/Poe Dameron. Finnreypoe. Jedistormpilot. I fell in love with Rey/Finn and Finn/Poe through “The Force Awakens” and then saw in the novelization that there was hints of Rey/Poe Dameron and LATCHED onto it. Don’t even fight me with “The Rise Of Skywalker” because it was COMPLETELY a Jedistormpilot movie and that’s all I was there for. Those three characters.

16. Characters that you kinda ship but prefer as brotp FRIENDSHIP

since I think Katniss might be aroace,,, I wanna say Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark and don’t get wrong,,,, I do ship but more platonic ship

17. Characters that you ship and can’t imagine to be friends

Spike himself said that Buffy Summers/Angel (Buffy The Vampire Slayer) dynamic could never be friends and only friends and he’s right

18. Guilty pleasure ship

GUILT IS CRINGE!! CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD!!! YOU SHIP THINGS TO YOUR HEART’S DELIGHT!!!!! HAVE FUN!!!

19. Ship that you never expected to ship.

I was straightbaited by Black Sails while watching as it aired and never saw Captain James Flint/Thomas Hamilton coming,,,, or them unburying the gays,,,,, I thought the whole time Thomas and James were sharing Miranda,,,

20. Ship that you liked but don’t anymore

at one point I liked Callum/Soren (The Dragon Prince) but I’m over them and I’m over that show and I don’t support Aaron fucking Ehasz

21. Ship that one day you were thinking of and thought “wait,when I started shipping it?”

I DO THAT LITERALLY WITH EVERY SHIP I HAVE

22. Ship that you immediately fall in love with after one scene despite not considering it before.

aahhhh I saw Toni Topez interact with Cheryl Blossom from Riverdale after their confrontation which was like,,,, the first time they ever spoke to each other,,,, but then the diner scene happened, and now I ship them. And they’re canon.

23. Poly ship that you ship despite not shipping some of the characters in it outside of poly ship.

I only ship Ryn/Maddie Bishop/Ben Powell with each other. That’s it. IT’S A CANON INTERRACIAL LGBT+ SHIP. IT’S REAL. I’M SO HAPPY.

24. Biggest notp

Dick Grayson/Barbara Gordon (DCU),,,,, oooh don’t get me fucking started

25. Favourite foe yay ship

L/Light (Death Note). That’s a classic. I know Light made sure his ass was murdered but c’mon,,, c’mon,,,, THE CREDITS TO THE LAST EPISODE THO??? DID YOU SEE THAT SHIT???? THAT WAS GAY AS HELL.

26. Characters that you like in every dynamic (lovers,friends,enemies)

we gotta go with Doctor/Master (Doctor Who),,, they’ve been all three,,,,, nobody can tell me otherwise and that’s the beauty of these two! My favorite versions are 1) Thirteen/Dhawan!Master, 2) Ten/Simms!Master, and 3) Twelve/Missy and if you add Simms!Master with the last one then it’s GOLDEN

27. Ship that you expected to ship before reading/watching franchise and you do

I saw gifs and things of Anne Lister/Ann Walker (Gentleman Jack) before I started watching and I already knew I was gonna fall in love AND I DID

28. Ship that you expected to ship before reading/watching franchise and you don’t

this might be a weird one but I really thought I was gonna ship Victor Van Dort/Victoria Everglot or Victor Van Dort/Emily (Corpse Bride) and I just didn’t for either of them. I DO HOWEVER SHIP EMILY/VICTORIA EVERGLOT.

29. Favourite crossover ship

OHHHHH we gotta go with Kate Kane/Kara Danvers (Arrowverse) like look at them look at the gay it’s like SuperBat but the female millennial version

30. Favourite canon ship

Princess Bubblegum/Marceline (Adventure Time)! I’m overjoyed they are canon! I’m not done watching all of this show but still,,,,, and that means we can get Prince Gumball/Marshall Lee to be confirmed canon too?? Yes??

31. Favourite non-canon ship

I know we can’t like CONFIRM in canon but Frodo Baggins/Samewise Gamgee are in love and there’s no denying this. They’re canon enough to me.

32. Favourite ship for hurt-comfort

All of my ships are good for hurt/comfort and whump. I don’t discriminate.

33. Ship that you ship in one installment of franchise but not in other (for example in movie,but not in the book this movie is based on)

I ship Hannibal Lecter/Clarice Starling in the movies for Hannibal related things, even though Will Graham exists in them, but I ship Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham for NBC’s Hannibal 100% and won’t ship them with anyone else

34. Ship that you never expected to ship when you were younger but here you are

I never expected to ship Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger all together years down the road,,,,, since as a kid I flip-flopped between Ron/Hermione & Harry/Me,,,, er,,,,,,,,, I mean Harry/My OC That Was Definitely Not Me At All and Harry/Hermione but here we are

35. Ship that you have kinda love/hate relationship with

right now it’s Rue Bennett/Jules Vaughn (HBO’s Euphoria) because they’re so cute,,, they really are,,, but they can be so bad together and I hate that! I just want it to work out but Jules doesn’t understand her own feelings,,, and is kinda fucking around with Rue’s feelings,,,,,, and Rue needs to deal with her drug addiction problems first,,,, but let’s see what happens for Season 2

36. Characters that you can’t decide if you prefer as ship or brotp

okay FIRST OFF we don’t “brotp” anything no more because the term was created with homophobic connotations so replace it with “friendship” and honestly I can’t decide if I like Lucifer/Chloe Decker (Netflix’s Lucifer) as a romantic or platonic ship or somewhere between. I haven’t decided.

#ask #glove23 #long post

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actress4him · 1 year ago

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 28 - The Shadow of Death

This is a canon piece that follows after Take Me Instead, the beginning of their captivity with Kane. Bruno and Kane belong to Izzy. Mind the tags!

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

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No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.” | Sacrifice

Contains: lady whump, dude whump, aftermath of vaguely implied noncon, dissociation, captivity, restraints, panic, talk of death, talk of self-sacrifice

“Kamaria.”

The name floats past her, in and out of her hearing, without meaning anything. Nothing means anything. Nothing is real, the world around her is warped and she floats through it.

“Kamaria…please. Come back to me, my love.”

A single coherent thought crosses her mind - I don’t want to come back. She doesn’t know why. She has the distinct feeling, though, that if she thinks about it too hard, she’s going to regret it.

It’s too late, though. The voice keeps beckoning her, and her mind is drawn to it, wanting to identify it and see what it wants. She hears it louder, clearer, and the walls of the room begin to come into focus, then suddenly she’s awake, she’s lying on the ground, there are chains around her wrists and ankles and throat and she hurts. There’s so much pain, and she remembers why. She remembers, before everything went away and she started floating, that she was screaming, and screaming, and screaming, and she couldn’t stop.

She’s screaming now, she realizes. Something between screams and sobs, ripping straight from her chest. She wants to go back to the place where everything was meaningless. She doesn’t want to remember, but now she can’t do anything but remember.

The one thing she’s always feared finally happened. She’s relived it in her dreams over and over again, the night when she, as a young girl, had to witness her friends and family being attacked. She’s imagined it happening to herself nearly as many times. And now it has.

Just because it’s over doesn’t mean the fear is gone, though. It’s still choking her, like it’s happening all over again right here, right now.

“Kamaria, please. It’s over. I’m here.”

Bruno. He’s always tried to keep her safe. He tried this time, too, but he couldn’t. He can’t save her now, from her fear and her memories, but she clings to his voice, anyway.

“Help, help, help me, help me please…” She doesn’t know what she’s saying, the words spill out on the heels of her sobs as she rolls toward him, trying to find his face through a blur of tears.

“I’m here, I’m right here, love.” His voice is hoarse, a barely-there rasp. She remembers now, that in the midst of her own screaming, he was screaming, too. A heartrending sound that she could barely even focus on. Right now it sounds like he might be crying along with her. “It’s just us. No one else is here. Just breathe, okay? Breathe, Kamaria.”

She can’t breathe, not as long as this pain persists, reminding her of everything that just happened. But she tries. For Bruno, she tries to calm herself. Her eyes finally latch onto his, whole body trembling as she forces deeper breaths into her lungs.

“That’s it, there you go. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Her face crumples and a fresh batch of tears begin pouring down her cheeks. She hasn’t cried like this in so many years, but she has no control over it right now. She’s so weak. None of this should have ever happened, she should have been able to fight it, but there were just so many of them. And even now, she should be able to handle it. She’s experienced much worse pain than this so many times, has been in so many horrible situations. Why must this be the thing that has her coming undone?

“Ey lamoste, ey lamoste.” He doesn’t need to have to deal with her right now, they need to be figuring out a way to get free and get out of here. She sucks in another breath, trying mostly in vain to wipe her cheek on her shoulder.

“No, you have no need to be sorry. I’m sorry. So, so sorry, Kamaria, I…I tried, but it wasn’t enough. I failed you. I couldn’t stop them, I wasn’t strong enough for you.”

She shakes her head, swallowing down more tears. “You couldn’t…there was nothing you could do. You shouldn’t have tried to sacrifice yourself.”

“I had to, I couldn’t just let them -!” What little remains of his voice catches, and he looks up at the ceiling, blinking back his own tears. “But I did. I let them do exactly what I was trying to prevent.”

“It’s not your fault. They had you chained up, you had no way of getting to me. I couldn’t fight them, either, I’m the one who…who let them.” Another wave of memory washes over her and she gasps, curling in on herself, pain shooting through her center when she moves.

“Hey, hey keep breathing, love.” He’s rolled back toward her now, leaning as far forward as he can with the chain around his neck holding him back. “It’s alright. It’s not your fault, either, okay? You can’t blame yourself. Just keep breathing, and focus on me, right here and now.”

She can’t not blame herself, but she does focus on him, matching her breaths with his for a moment. “If you…if you had managed to sacrifice yourself, like you wanted…if you’d left me behind and gone off to…to die, or whatever you were trying to do…I’d have never forgiven you. I would have hunted him down until I found you and got you back. You’re not supposed to do that, we’re supposed to fight together.”

“I know. I’m sorry. But Kane, he…he’s nearly impossible to beat. He’s too powerful, has too many men behind him, and he knows…he knows exactly what to do to break people. I didn’t want that to happen to you. I deserve what he was going to give me, I’m a war criminal. You don’t deserve any of this. You shouldn’t have to be here.”

“Shut up,” she hisses. “Whatever you did…I know you, and I know you wouldn’t do it without a really good reason. That doesn’t mean you deserve death, or captivity, or any of the rest of it.”

Bruno sighs heavily, wincing a little and readjusting his position. They must have beaten him at some point, he has a split lip and a bruise forming on his cheekbone. “I had a very, very good reason for it. And I will tell you about it…someday, I promise. But that doesn’t change the fact that I committed a crime, and Kane is determined to make me pay for it. He won’t be satisfied with just my death, though. He could have taken me up on my offer if that was the case. He wants to punish me, and…” He gazes at her, eyes full of sadness. “And he’ll use you to do it.”

The thought of having to go through what just happened again makes her heart stop beating for a moment, but she pushes through this time, forcing her lungs to work, forcing her expression back into neutral, clenching her jaw until it aches to keep herself under control. It hasn’t been this hard to do so for a long, long time.

“I can handle pain,” she tells him once she’s sure she can speak without crying. “You know I can.”

His face says that he knows exactly what’s going through her head, regardless of what she’s saying aloud. “I know. That doesn’t mean I want you to, though. Watching you go through everything with Roderick was bad enough, I…” Shaking his head, he stares at the ceiling again.

“Kamaria, I don’t know what’s going to happen in the coming days. It’s going to be hard, and I don’t know how long he’ll let me survive. I will do everything I can to protect you, though.”

“I don’t need you to protect me. Protect yourself for once, please.”

“Not if it means…” He turns to her, and he looks almost…defeated. “Not if it means you going through that again. I can’t…” He swallows hard, breath shuddering as he draws it in. “I’m going to do everything I can to protect you. And I want you to remember, no matter what happens to us, that I love you, okay? I will always love you.”

Saying it is still so new, it feels like trying to learn Common all over again. That doesn’t make it any less true, though. “I love you, too, Bruno. Always. Ey ti ameil.”

“Ey ti ameil.”

She doesn’t poke fun at him for his accent, he’s so genuine and the moment is too fragile. At any moment, the little bit of peace they’ve found will shatter. She’s always prided herself on being strong, but she isn’t, not right now. She needs him, needs his love, to get through.

They have to make it through.

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