#failed execution

[astaldis]

Whumpers-Monthly Issue no 28 - Falling

Who'll save you when you fall? - Chapter 1: Falling

@whumpers-monthly

Fandom: The Witcher (TV)

Whumpee: Young Cahir

Caretaker: Emhyr var Emreis

Published: 2023-10-17; Completed: 2023-10-26; Words: 6,626; Chapters: 3/3

"Any last words?" he asks for the fifth time.

"Death to the Usurper!" the boy shouts loud and clear and with utmost loathing, his voice cracking slightly. Then he spits the executioner in the face. Emhyr raises an eyebrow in approval. That kid has spirit! A pity that he is going to die shortly.

"You'll pay for that," the hangman growls under his breath, wiping the spittle off his dark red, almost purple face. "I'll make sure you dance for us, gutter scum!"

Hmm, it might not be the smartest move to anger your executioner right before you are hanged, Emhyr suspects, the contrary. Still, he appreciates bravery when he sees it. A lot. What a waste. He sighs, awaiting the inevitable.

The livid executioner grabs the rope and pulls at it to place the noose around the boy's scrawny neck. However, it does not work. The boy is too short. Or the rope is. Or both. Furious, he goes even darker in the face, looking close to exploding any moment. It is almost funny. Some people in the crowd point and laugh at the man. The boy has clearly won some sympathy among the spectators. It will not save his neck, but it makes for a good tale. And that is what people want. Finally, a soldier fetches a wooden crate for him to climb on. Although he has gone even paler than before, he steps onto the box without hesitation, head held high. The executioner lays the noose around the boy's neck and moves toward the lever that activates the mechanism for the drop.

"I want that boy," Emhyr suddenly whispers to the hooded man standing next to him. A spur of the moment, a rash decision, probably more than stupid, but he has to try.

"What about the count?" his follower asks doubtfully. Still, he reaches for the arbalest hidden beneath his cloak.

"Change of plans. We'll do without him. Quick now, and don't miss!"

While the crossbowman takes aim, Emhyr blows into his horn. The signal for the horsemen. It has begun. Only, the arbalester does not release the missile. It is too late. The hangman has already pulled the lever. Together with the box, the boy falls.

The crowd gasps as the rope straightens with a jerk.

[pilgrim1975]

John 'Babbacombe' Lee - The Man They Couldn’t Hang.

It is February 23, 1885 in the coach house of Exeter Prison, Devon, England. The time is 8 a.m. Outside the prison, a large crowd has gathered to await the hanging of convicted murderer John Lee, condemned for the brutal murder of his employer, Miss Emma Keyes, the previous year. When the execution has been successfully completed the prison bell will toll for 15 minutes and the dreaded black…

[marsupials-of-mars]

It's funny how often Bill is described as a master manipulator, he's so smart that he knows what everyone is thinking and how to push their buttons.

Because he is SO BAD at manipulation!

The only reason he ever gets what he wants is because he can literally read and control minds. And historically, he is pretty shit at using what he learns in a productive way.

Every time he has a human partner, it's because they are obviously desperate for something he can provide. All he does is use the fact that he's a seemingly omniscient otherworldly being to gain ethos, and then tell them he can get them the thing they want.

These are not complicated concepts. Anyone with those inherent advantages could do that. And, historically, when the actual negotiations are up to him and he hasn't backed someone into a corner, he pretty immediately fumbles the bag.

Think of when he possessed that priest: he pitched his plans outright with zero tact and everyone in the room immediately refused and dedicated themselves to making sure he never got his way.

The pharoh DISPISED him, found him annoying and tried to banish him. The shaman caught wise pretty quick. Xgqrthx never even planned on helping him at any point. Every plan failed because of Bills own ineptitude, when all the cards were stacked in his favor!

The way he talked to Ford was disturbing and direct and entirely Bill-like. Ford was just a sponge for any flattery and happened to be into the way Bill spoke and left him rats and suggested murder because he is also abnormal.

Bill is bad at making friends, which is why he has just a few henchmaniacs he's gathered over billions of years.

People DO NOT LIKE HIM.

And he's in denial about that to an extent. He always thinks they'll be on his side once he reveals his true intentions. He always thinks they'll go for the promise of infinite power and destruction because who wouldn't?

Basically, for an immortal god who's had an unfathomably long time to practice social skills and can LITERALLY ENTER MINDS TO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY... he's really, really bad at manipulation. And really, any sort of person to person connection.

[cubbihue]

Vhnemdkjf purble irep! Can we see more fairy irep and anti-fairy peri?

Yup!! During their schooling, where the most amount of swaps happened, the two would end up swapping in more than just color palettes!

Sometimes Peri would get caught scheming and plotting Irep's demise (Revenge for Ruining his Science Project). Or Irep will get caught doing something very nice and wholesome for another Fairy (Helping a new student find their way around school).

Just as Anti Cosmo and Cosmo has a bit of each other's personalities mixed up, Peri and Irep has a bit of an overlap in behaviors, haha. They both love to monologue, for example. The more swaps a pair does, the more mixed they get!

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[galeemdoesart]

Pre-banishment AU

Kinda?

I've had this idea since I started this account but never got around to making it. Mainly because I didn't have a clear idea of what it will be. If you guys have any ideas, lemme know! I would love to hear your thoughts <3<3

[n4rval]

HI I love your profile pic hsdhfjhg... big hand... liddle face... very good and cute. brings a smile to me in these trying times ;w;

(picture for future reference on this post)

hi freak i missed you!! 👋🎊

the trying times are sure A Trial. this is why i have commited to the duty of becoming the gaster girl from tumblr who only ever draws and writes for this one character

[aiweirdness]

accessorize your halloween costume

generated with the chatgpt version of dall-e3

[vickyvicarious]

Honestly, I think it could be very impactful if Van Helsing did die in the graveyard tonight. It'd continue the trend of people taking any direct stand against Dracula being killed almost casually in return. Up the stakes even more. Maybe he could be found the next morning on a grave with his neck broken, a look of fear or defiance on his face - a reminder of Mr. Swales's death.

Jack would get the note and then find him or hear about him being found in the graveyard. The suitors would arrive thanks to the note the Professor sent them and they'd link up with him. I imagine they would go together anyway, though more expecting to support a Jack who is wondering if it can be real after all or if it was just madness before he was murdered somehow. They would all learn just how true it is together, would have to save each other and then follow the directions left to them. Or possibly seek out the Harkers first and then they might be involved in the Bloofer Lady staking. That would be a good moment of horror too, Mina seeing Lucy like this...

When the groups united they'd have to do research of their own, or go through the documents left behind by Van Helsing. Books of fairy tales and superstitions, pages with scattered notes, comparing them to the diaries...

Thematically, it would fit pretty well with all the other deaths around this part of the book. The parents are all dead and gone. And while Van Helsing is not a parent to anyone here, he was a mentor and guide to Jack in particular. He would join in with the others who now are orphaned/have to figure things out themselves. Jonathan has inherited the responsibilities of a law firm, Arthur has inherited the title and all that goes with it, Jack would inherit Van Helsing's final task.

There would be more collaboration in general (rather than all mostly following) and more leadership emerging from Mina, probably. None of the suitors are going to be as ready to take the lead in this situation, at least not as totally as Van Helsing. Of course, issues with her being left behind probably aren't going to just totally go away. But I imagine less so, or in a different way. Along the way I think there could be more moments for Arthur or Quincey to shine as well, stepping in at different points where originally Van Helsing took the floor.

The end of the story, where everyone splits up three ways, would have to be changed somehow, of course. Either someone has to go alone, or they have to ignore one route entirely. But I think that might be the biggest actual plot change you'd find completely necessary. Other than what happens to Mina, of course. I do think Dracula would still go after Mina somehow, even if she went with them to examine his boxes. But maybe they wouldn't get to the point of doing so as quickly until they collated all their info. Maybe things happen slower, maybe what happened the final night (Jonathan hypnotized into sleep right next to him) would happen more often. Oh, I guess the other change might be no one to hypnotize Mina while spying, unless this is some skill Quincey happens to have or whatever. But then, Jack seems familiar at least with the theory, so maybe he could make an attempt at it.

I mean, there's no reason you would have to stick that closely to the original story. But for the most part I think you could if you wanted, and it would just be a different tone that would still be really powerful. And it would be kind of interesting to have Van Helsing's role be limited to failing to save Lucy throughout. Hiding information right up until he tries to share it, after which he dies. That phrasing makes it sound really brutal, but... I mean it would kind of be brutal, but his legacy would be bringing the two groups together, showing them the truth (or confirming it as the case may be) and entrusting them with the future.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

In spite of the whole bonkers thing of TP Ganon wielding his own execution sword, I find it fascinating that he is using a weapon of Light to fight you --a weapon originally conceived for purposes of justice, and that light still steeps through him through the wound.

And, to top it all off, Link uses tools more aligned with darkness to fight him back (turning into a wolf, Midna becoming a eldritch horror...)

Symbolically this combo of reverse mirroring AND literal mirroring is very interesting I think

[huesofvioletandpurple]

IDC if David Chiem lives or dies, all I want is IF for whatever reason he gets an execution, he drags Teruko down there with him and makes them both go through it together

[shiut]

Comparison of Makoto's inner dialogue towards various objects between chapters 5 and 6, because he just get so angry and weird and neurotic in chapter 6. He just really goes off the walls after his botched execution

or maybe it's the untreated concussion from falling down a garbage pit...

[astaldis]

Last minute escape from Execution

@whumpers-monthly

Fandom: The Witcher Netflix

Whumpee: Cahir

Published: 2022-10-19 Completed: 2022-12-14

Words: 26,422 Chapters: 17/17

Chapter 17 of "Not Cruel by Nature"

Soon it will be over. With a bang. No, more of a thud. Cahir knows what it sounds like when the executioner's axe hits the bones in the condemned man's - or woman's - neck, cuts right through them and then strikes the beheading block still with enough force to create the thudding sound. If the executioner does his job like he should. If not, things can get pretty messy. No, wrong word, there is nothing pretty about a messed-up execution. Cahir has witnessed quite a few beheadings back in Nilfgaard, one or two of which were exceptionally gruesome. The headsman must have been drunk to miss so badly, to need more than three attempts to finish the job. Not that an execution is pretty in any way even if the executioner knows what he is doing, with all the blood spurting from the severed carotid artery and the grisly, chopped-off head left to rot on a spike by the city gate. For a moment Cahir wonders what they will do with his head after the execution. Display it at the entrance to Aretuza? No, probably not, a bit too terrifying for a school for young girls. Maybe they will gift-wrap it for one of the northern kings or queens for their private collection of shrunken heads and skulls? Some people even use the skulls of their dead enemies as candle holders or paper weights, he knows this for a fact. Well, as he will be thoroughly dead then, whatever they do with his remains will not concern him anymore. If it was only over already. Instead he has to stand here between the two guards like some exotic exhibition piece. In clear view of the executioner's block. The sight does give him the chills, no matter how much he pretends it does not, the more so the longer this takes. This commemoration ceremony. At the moment, Tissaia de Vries is solemnly proclaiming the names of the killed mages. Her voice sends cold shivers up and down Cahir's spine. When he looks at her, he can almost feel her fingers on his temples, her magic mercilessly drilling into his brain, like some sort of phantom pain. Well, perhaps he ought not complain. Any phantom or otherwise pain will cease to exist shortly. As will he. And was it not his wish that his death would serve some kind of purpose? Now it will. Atonement for Yennefer - Cahir has no idea what the Hero of Sodden would have to atone for, but this is hardly his problem - and, most of all, entertainment for the audience. And what an illustrious audience it is, no reason for complaints here either. Pretty much all the northern kings and queens appear to have assembled in this ancient ruin. A fitting ambience for a memorable execution. At least they are giving him this. In addition to a beautiful, female executioner. Something he has never heard of before. Whether or not it is a good thing, remains to be seen. Cahir looks at Yennefer's slight form. Has she ever held an axe in her hands before? Probably not, why would she? Hopefully, the powerful sorceress will use some magic trick to help her do her grisly task. Otherwise it seems unlikely that she will be able to do it with just one swing of the blade. Which is not exactly a reassuring prospect, no. 

Strange, how he can reflect on what will happen in a short while in this detached manner, as if it was not his head on the chopping block but somebody else's, as if this was not happening to him at all. As if it was just a nightmare and he would eventually wake up in his bed in Darn Dyffra, the last couple of months nothing but the lingering aftertaste of a bad dream. However, he knows this is real, he knows this is the end. His end. He knows it will hurt. And begin any minute now.

Suddenly an even more disturbing thought occurs to Cahir. What if they send his head to Nilfgaard? As a demonstration of power? What if his father gets to see it at court? It will be hard enough for his parents to lose another son. He can still remember how devastated his mother was when his much older brother Aillil was killed many years ago fighting the uprising in Nazair, and how ugly she was from weeping. She made him promise to her to hate the Nordlings then, and he hated the Nordlings with a vengeance for making his beautiful mother look so ugly. How old was he? Ten? He has killed plenty of Nordlings since then. Even a Nordling king. And now the Nordlings are killing him. Makes kind of sense. If only his parents are spared the horrific details. Just imagining them seeing his severed head makes Cahir nauseous. He swallows back the rising bile. Maybe it is a good thing he has not had anything to eat today ...

Yennefer of Vengerberg, his executioner, does not appear to enjoy the ceremony much either. She looks pale and nervous as she is standing by the wall opposite him with two other sorceresses. Has she ever seen an execution before? Funny, somehow Cahir does not feel any hate for the black-haired witch although she alone is responsible for the defeat at Sodden Hill. Without her fire, Nilfgaard would have won the battle, he would have won. With a little luck he might even have been able to apprehend the elusive Lion cub of Cintra. While many of the mages assembled here would be dead and eaten by the wolves or crows by now. Including Tissaia de Vries and Vilgefortz of Roggeveen. Aretuza would never have happened to him, nor would this be happening now. He ought to loath this Yennefer from the bottom of his heart. But he does not. Why does he not? 

"Today we must unite again against a common enemy." 

Vilgefortz, in flowing black and yellow robes. His words disrupt Cahir's train of thought, giving him goose bumps all over. Murmurs of agreement from the audience. The charismatic sorcerer gestures to the guards. It is time. The two long-robed mages start to move, leading the prisoner between them toward the wooden platform in front of the monument. Toward the beheading block. Cahir's chains rattle ominously. They force him onto his knees with a thud. With another thud the two mages make him bend over the block in an awkward position. He must look ridiculous kneeling like this. Well, that is certainly the least of his problems at the moment.

"This Nilfgaardian," Vilgeforts proceeds in a strong, confident voice, "will be put to death." 

One of the guards passes the axe to the mage before he turns and faces the audience again, obviously enjoying the dramatic scene and his lead role therein.

"His head will be sent to Cintra to make our voices heard."

He brandishes the axe theatrically while he speaks, adding brief pauses between the words to emphasise every single one of them. Cahir must give it to the man, he is a talented orator. The thought of his head being sent to Cintra, on the other hand, turns his stomach. No. Do not think of it. Breathe. Just breathe. Cintra, not Nilfgaard. His parents won't see it. Everything else does not matter.

"The North, kings and mages alike," Vilgefortz's voice again, dripping with pathos, "this is what strength looks like."

Cheers from the audience. Clapping. Vilgefortz must feel extremely satisfied with himself. His perfect revenge for Sodden Hill. However, why chopping off an unarmed, fettered prisoner's head would show the North's strength, eludes Cahir. Looks like Vilgefortz can sell any bullshit to the kings with his rhetoric. 

The applause dies down. The dark-haired mage raises the axe again demonstratively, then walks past Cahir to where Yennefer is standing, alone. He hands the axe over to her. Cahir cannot see the sorceress from his position, but he can feel her eyes on him. Like in the dungeons. 

Not long now. He starts to wheeze. To feel faint. He can hear his blood pounding in his ears. Far too fast ...

Yennefer seems to hesitate for a moment. Gasps softly. Then he can feel her come closer, step onto the platform. He cannot hear her through the sudden ringing in his ears, but he can sense her presence, sense her shaky breathing, her fear. Just the length of an axe between them. He turns his head to the side, wants to look his unlikely executioner in the eye for one last time. Catch a glimpse of those incredible purple orbs. Tell her that it is OK. 

Holding the axe with both her hands, Yennefer glances down at Cahir and their gazes meet. She clearly does not want to do this. But she has to. He inhales audibly and moves his head back into position. He is ready, as ready as he can be. He cranes his neck downward so that it would be easier for her to see where to hit. Only seconds now before the impact. His breath comes in heavy bursts. What are you waiting for, Yennefer? Do it. Just get it over with. Please.

A movement. She raises the axe. He draws in one last shuddering breath. A whoosh of air as she brings down the blade. His heart skips a beat. However the axe does not strike at his exposed neck. There is no explosion of pain, no gush of blood, no severed head falling to the ground with a wet thump. To Cahir's utter surprise, it instead shatters the chain of his manacles. He gasps in disbelieve. A collective groan runs through the assembled crowd. Then deeply ingrained survival instincts take over. Cahir springs to his feet and runs for his life. The exit is not far. He cannot believe his luck, no guards anywhere. Behind him, he hears the uproar of the audience, the dull sounds of the axe hitting wood, the pyre constructions collapsing, crashing. And the roaring cackle of flames. Yennefer. She is doing a hell of a job. Again. Only this time they are not enemies, are they?

He hears the neighing of a horse just as he rounds a corner. There she is, his executioner turned saviour, mounting a white horse. Panting heavily, Cahir comes to a halt in front of the steed. The horse whinnies, startled. Yennefer reins it in, staring down at him. The horse snorts impatiently.

"Come on, then," she says, having made up her mind. Cahir does not need to be told twice. He jumps onto the mare behind the sorceress, barely believing his good fortune. Why on earth would she help him? It is a total mystery.

"Why save me?" he asks, still out of breath from running.

"Don't flatter yourself. I'm saving me."

Yennefer spurs the horse and off they gallop, the sorceress and the enemy soldier, away from the site of the failed execution and into the night.

If you liked this, read what happened before that and what happened after it on Ao3 or read the entire Sewer Pals series (if you haven't yet). Have fun!

[aleksanderscult]

Just to be clear I firmly stand by the Grisha as a persecuted group that got so much shit for centuries and they deserve every good and kind thing in the world.

Just because they are "privileged" as Bardugo calls them (which means to have special rights and immunity because of your rank) didn't stop the King from sexually assaulting Genya, drüskelle from killing them or being kidnapped and subjected to experiments. They had food on their table and a roof above their head which is what every human being should have but they were never treated as human beings or equals which is what they desired the most.

It's one thing to be "privileged" and another to being fed and the next minute you get either spit on by Ravkans or killed by witchhunters. That's not privilege. That's some superficial alliance that can get them killed any day.

[windcarvedlyre]

DR2 au where a series of misfortunes leads to Komaeda unintentionally being a murderer midway through the game, except when he's dragged off to be executed... nothing works. Projectiles miss, mechanisms jam, things meant to crush him pile up over him or stop each other with sheer friction.

Monokuma exhausts everything, increasingly pissed off. Eventually he throws Komaeda back into the trial room, flat on his face in front of everyone else still alive, and declares a new rule that murders require murderous intent.

[thatweirdtranny]

how did the UN become such a joke

[silviakundera]

one trope I am SO INTO in romantic ships is Person A confesses feelings or hits on Person B and they are turned down. and then Person A moves on, but once they've put it behind them ... DOT DOT DOT now Person B is interested.

I don't mean fake 'doesn't remember the kiss'/'didn't recognize an obvious confession' nonsense bullshit, I mean they really were rejected: maybe Person B was having a terrible week, maybe Person B had personal problems & didn't have a thought to romance, maybe Person B was committed to someone else, maybe Person B has a negative impression that needs to be corrected...

It's so good y'all. I love that shit.