#fake nice whumper

[augusnippets]

Prompts are out!

plain text and "rules" under the cut

path of hurt:

day 1: gaslighting/hypnosis/brainwashing

day 4: amputation/degloving/vivisection

day 7: waterboarding/drowning/choking

day 10: execution/fake execution/begging for mercy

day 13: drugging/poisoning/cannibalism

day 16: humiliation/dehumanisation/conditioning

day 19: collared/branded/chipped

day 22: captivity/recapture/tearful goodbye

day 25: intimate whumper/sadistic whumper/reluctant whumper

day 28: mind control/body control/betrayal

bonus prompts: forced to watch/whipping/stalked

path of comfort:

day 2: platonic bathing/hair care/make-up

day 5: drunk caretaking/concussed caretaking/feverish caretaking

day 8: reunion/found family/friends

day 11: escape/breaking the conditioning/safe and sound

day 14: toys/gifts/celebration

day 17: forgiveness/grace/resolving a misunderstanding

day 20: homemade meal/quenched thirst/favourite treat

day 23: massage/wiping away tears/gentle touch

day 26: nightmare/warm blanket/snuggling

day 29: singing/first words/inside jokes

bonus prompts: tending to nonhuman whumpee's nonhuman parts/protective caretaker/whumpee wearing caretaker's clothes

secret third path — whumperless whump:

day 3: thunderstorm/blizzard/heat wave

day 6: car accident/plane crash/ship wreck

day 9: hypothermia/overheating/dehydration

day 12: lost/trapped/avalanche

day 15: food poisoning/starvation/throwing up

day 18: apocalypse/infection/self administered medicine

day 21: delirium/vertigo/hallucinations

day 24: animal attack/bear trap/land mine

day 27: migraines/chronic pain/phantom pains

day 30: self-harm/addiction/overdose

bonus prompts: flashbacks/relapse/medical complications

day 31 — bonus day :) write whatever you feel like writing today or have a nice day of rest

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[defire]

Phases of breaking a defiant whumpee

Physically fighting every chance they get even if it's hopeless, watching themselves fail over and over and struggling to keep up hope

If whumper gives them an order, "you're gonna have to ask nicely, whumper." *Cue punishment*

Starts to just block instead of attacking back, knowing it's useless to really try. Maybe blocking is pointless. One last attempt to prove they have some power.

Malicious compliance

"Take off your jacket, whumpee." Whumper brandishes a whip. "Oh sure, and I guess I'll take off the rest of my clothes while I'm at it, you pervert."

That fire in their eyes when they're given an order, darkening to smoldering anger

Fake obedience becomes real obedience because... Whumpee's beginning to think they'll never escape

That moment when the rage at being forced to comply turns into this dead silent frozen state. They won't interact. Not even if there's a caretaker there.

Rageful tears as they do exactly what whumper wants

When they're finally rescued, that charismatic spark of boldness has been crushed down to the darkness of someone who's seen too much.

Their defiance might take new forms after this. Sarcasm? Passive aggression? Outright yelling instead of just a simple "no"? Overcompensating?

[screams-n-shackles]

I like tied up Whumpees as much as the next person but you know what I love?

Mental Restraints

Whumpee being forced to hold still while they are beaten to a pulp while their s/o is held at gunpoint. Locking their arms behind their back, digging their own nails into their skin as to not make a move.

Whumpee who cannot scream or make any other sound because rough punishment awaits if they do.

Whumpee who is guaranteed to come back after tasks obediently because Whumper has something or someone they want.

Whumpee who cannot hurt someone else because their morals hinder them. Leading them into an even worse situation.

Whumpee having to do anything Whumper asks of them because blackmail material exists and got into the wrong hands. Or even better, has been faked but is good enough to ruin Whumpees whole life if they don't play nice.

The helplessness of being aware that they are physically capable to end all of this in a bloody mess. But the price is too high.

[whumporama]

I'm always afraid that when I search for kidnapping whump, I'm gonna get NSFW. So can you tell me some good ideas that are SFW?

A.k.a nothing sexual at all?

Personally, I tend to use branding a whumpee with a personal insult or demeaning word or a symbol of whumper as a trope thanks to a roleplay I did awhile back.

But I always look for new ideas!

Sure! Let's see...

I think at first it also depends on why the kidnapping happened in the first place. What is the goal of the kidnapper? Is it just for sadistic fun? Are they obsessed with Whumpee? Do they need information? Because their reason can change how they act.

Like someone who kidnapped Whumpee because they 'love' them might be more physiological in their torment, or more careful to not permanently damage them.

But that aside, here are some ideas that might help you!

Non-physical

Blindfold your Whumpee, and leave them alone for a while. They're already in a high stress situation, and now they lost one of their senses. By just leaving them be, they'll stress themselves out. They have no idea what's going to happen, where Whumper is, or if someone is watching them. (Also works a few days in, changing the dynamics.)

Just good old restraints. They're pretty obvious but do you know how terrifying it is to actually lose all that control? The Whumper doesn't even need to physically hurt them for this to be super intense. Just brushing someone's shoulder when they don't want it but can't stop it is already a really harsh reality check.

Force them to make a statement in front of a camera, reading a note with demands for their release. Especially nice when Whumpee is very proud, and is now reduced to this.

Let them know how much Whumper knows about them and their lives. Casually drop the names of people they care about, and what might happen should Whumpee not cooperate. Or tell them they're dead, even if that's true or not.

Fake execution. Make it seem real until the very end.

Physical-ish

Stress positions! Just tying them up and leaving them alone. Always great.

Starvation/dehydration. Whumpee can be as strong as they want, but they still need food and water.

Play with temperature. Have them be way too cold, or far too hot. And offer no relief.

Oversimulation. Just constant loud noise, or a constant drip of water on their face, constant flashing lights, not giving them a break and no way to escape it.

Sleep deprivation. Every time they might fall asleep, stop them. See how quickly they'll be begging.

Drugging. So many options! Let them lose full control? Make them oversensitive? Have them be half awake but weak? Make them sick?

Poisoning. Make them hurt with no escape. It's not deadly, but they'll suffer.

Physical

There are so many options, but here's some.

Chocking them. Make them almost pass out and release. Then repeat.

Electrocution. Just constant shocks, strong or weak, but ongoing and no breaks.

Cutting/slashing/stabbing. Good old knifes.

Beatings. They're painful, also after the fact. Make the Whumpee feel vulnerable!

Burning them

Waterboarding

Breaking their bones (fingers one by one?)

Whipping or lashing

Removing nails/teeth

Pour salt in their open wounds for extra effect

And there is of course much more, but I'll leave it here now! Hope this helps some!

[snakebites-and-ink]

CW: Pet whump, referenced kidnapping, captivity, conditioned whumpee

Whumper stretched and glanced at their clock. It was probably time to check on their freshly-caught pet. They headed to the room their new pet, Whumpee, was in, and opened the door only to be greeted with furious yelling and the jingling of chains. Clearly Whumpee was not happy with their new arrangement.

Whumper walked into the room and shut the door behind them. “Hello there.”

With a small growl, Whumpee lunged towards Whumper and swept their leg out in a kick that very nearly landed.

“What do you want?” they demanded angrily as Whumper stepped just out of their reach.

Whumper smirked. They retracted Whumpee’s chain so that it was too short to stand with, and Whumpee was forced to their knees. “Nothing too extreme. I just want you to behave and obey me.”

Whumpee struggled against the chain uselessly. Whumper walked closer, feeling fairly safe from attack now. “What—? What are you going to do with me? Why am I even here?”

Whumper smiled. Someone was asking all the right questions. “I’m going to keep you for myself, dear. You’re here because this is your new home. You are my pet.”

Whumpee paused. Their eyes went wide. “You mean you’ve adopted me?” they asked.

“That’s right,” Whumper confirmed.

“Oh, thank you, sir, thank you! I won’t disappoint you,” Whumpee said, nuzzling Whumper’s leg affectionately.

Whumper hesitated, dumbfounded. They gently tipped Whumpee’s face up to look at their own. “Are you…already trained?”

“Yes sir, I know my place,” Whumpee said intently.

“Oh?” Whumper responded. “Then why were you acting so feral just a minute ago?”

“I didn’t know you were adopting me! I thought I’d been kidnapped, and I had to fight my captors like a person to have a chance at getting out. I can be good, sir, I promise!” They looked up at Whumper with pleading eyes.

“And why were you going about the world without an owner when I found you? Living your life like you thought you were a person?”

Whumpee averted their gaze, not looking like they’d been caught faking, but like they actually were sad. “After I was taken from my first owner, no one wanted to have me as their pet. They all said I was a human. No one else took care of me, so I had to take care of myself.”

Whumper lowered themself to Whumpee’s level. They cupped Whumpee’s cheek gently, and noticed that they automatically tilted their head slightly into Whumper’s hand. 

“Oh, I bet that was hard, wasn’t it?” They kept their tone soft and sympathetic, but inwardly Whumper was ecstatic. Whumpee didn’t even want to be free.

Whumpee nodded, face rubbing against Whumper’s hand as they did so.

“Don’t worry. Now that you’re mine, I’ll take care of everything for you. You won’t have to work another day in your life to have nourishing food and a roof over your head, so long as you don’t do anything too foolish like running away.”

Whumpee dove towards Whumper and hugged them fiercely. “Thank you thank you sir, thank you, you’re so nice I need it—”

Whumper was delighted. Whumpee was so so grateful, practically loved Whumper already for taking them. And here Whumper had been expecting to be hated and resisted for a couple weeks at least. They pulled Whumpee back enough to see their face. Were those tears? Aw, they were! Whumper forced their instinctive grin to emerge as something warm and soft instead. If Whumpee thought they were nice and caring for doing this, Whumper wasn���t planning to disabuse them of that notion as long as their behavior stayed good enough. “Shh, it’s alright, dear pet, relax. You’ll never have to worry about anything again.”

Whumper hugged back, holding Whumpee close. They felt so small and sweet in Whumper’s arms. Whumpee obediently quieted their rambling and let go of a portion of the desperate tension in their body. With Whumpee’s face tucked safely out of view against Whumper’s chest, Whumper allowed their wide grin to finally appear. This was going to work out wonderfully.

[whumpshaped]

it’s been rotating in my head so much, could you write a continuation of the whumpee reacting negatively to comfort?

(https://www.tumblr.com/whumpshaped/733269013900181504/idk-if-youre-still-looking-for-classic-tropes-but)

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tw none rly, past trauma and fear of punishment ?

They all apologised over the course of the following week. Every single one of Caretaker's friends. They didn't make it a huge show either: they said sorry, promised it wouldn't happen again, then moved on with their day before Whumpee could've flipped out. And it didn't happen again.

Whumpee was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Surely, their outburst would have consequences, right? All those apologies couldn't have been real and sincere.

What would it be? Would they start hitting them because of their aversion to kind touches? Or would they hold them down and touch them all over, gently caressing skin that still bore the invisible marks of Whumper's calloused fingers?

Nothing happened. They even refrained from making too affectionate comments, no more 'we love you's and 'we care about you's. Whumpee told themself this was much better; they didn't need fake reassurances. But sometimes... sometimes their treacherous mind longed for it. They wnated to matter, after all, wanted to be loved, it was just that they wanted it to be earnest.

A month had passed, and no one treated them with any less kindness than before. Verbal and physical manifestations of affection turned into being offered a warm meal, or letting them pick movies for the night. No one ever snatched the food away, nor did they ever make fun of their picks. If the paranoia levels had been too high that day and they refused, no one chastised them.

They stood in front of Caretaker's door, knowing well that this talk was long-overdue. Knocking seemed like the most difficult task in the world, right up there with not running away once they'd done so. Caretaker opened the door within seconds.

"What's up?" they asked with a smile. "It's pretty late."

"I know."

Whumpee apparently looked nervous enough to wipe the smile off their friend's face, because they frowned, all the carefree joy gone from their voice as they asked, "Is everything okay?"

They took a deep breath, telling themself these were just words, and no words were more difficult to say than others. Not in theory. "I wanted to apologise. For the, uh... for the way I spoke to you during that argument we had. About the hugs and stuff. And accusing you of being a liar. Clearly, you... didn't lie."

Surprise crossed Caretaker's face for just a moment before their smile returned. "Oh! Well, apology accepted."

Was that... it? "Um..." Caretaker made no move to hug it out, which Whumpee appreciated immensely. But still... No. No, maybe some words were too difficult to say. "Thanks. Good night."

"Good night, Whumpee. Thank you for trusting me."

As Whumpee was walking back to their room, they thought about how they would ever be able to ask to be told nice things again. To be told they were cared for.

Loved.

~

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[whumper-whimsy]

Back home P2

part 1

EXPLICIT NONCON (sex/kissing, etc), kidnapping, ransom, abuse, pet whump, nsfwhump, guns, caretaker × whumpee

Whumpee laid limply with their head in Whumper's lap, waves of horror sinking into them fully. The van's engine hummed noisily around the both of them, drowned out only by Whumper's words.

"I'm so happy to have you back... it's been ever so lonely without you. I've got everything prepared for you at home." Whumper hadn't stopped talking since they had dragged whumpee into the back of the vehicle with them. "My sweet pet... it's gonna be so nice to have you around again."

Whumper grabbed their chin for the tenth time, tilting it up to look into their eyes. Whumpee would've flinched away if they were able.

"Ghh-"

"Scared, huh?" Whumper fake-pouted. "Poor thing. I wish you could talk so i could hear you beg~ Oh well, I suppose we'll save that for later. Drugs should be wear off anytime." Whumper dropped whumpee's head, resituating their hands in their hair.

The van's engine quieted. They were at whumper's place. Whumpee let out a weak cry, the best they could at the moment.

"Oh, that's adorable~" Whumper gushed. They picked Whumpee up swiftly, holding them against their larger body. "You're nice and warm, arent you?"

"Nnh-" Whumpee managed, regaining some of their movement. They curled their fingers in halfway, lifting their head just an inch.

Whumper ignored their protest, walking out the back of the van as their henchmen opened the back doors. Whumper carried them all the way up the sidewalk leading to their large house.

"Nnnuh..." Whumpee slurred. "Nuh... no..."

"Babbling, hm? Cute." Whumper walked slowly through the familiar house towards the bedroom. "How long has it been since Caretaker rescued you, love? A year? Little over?"

"Agh," Whumpee huffed as Whumper brought them into the lavish bedroom, setting them on the bed. "Cae-a'er. Need Caretaker..."

"Not anymore. You have me again." Whumper said sweetly, lowering Whumpee. Whumpee realised with a jolt that they were being put in their cage.

"No," they cried, finding themself clinging to Whumper. This only made the taller laugh, standing up with whumpee still in their arms.

"You wanna stay with me?" Whumper teased, bringing them to the bed instead. They leaned over whumpee, grinning. "I suppose we'll get reacquainted then, hm?"

"No, stop-" Whumpee whimpered, now able to kick at them. "Please, no..."

Whumper only smiled wider, grabbing a collar out of their pocket- whumpee's collar. "Sit pretty for me, will you?" Whumper snapped it around their throat, tightening it just a little too much.

"Get off of me," Whumpee panted, their heart beating out of their chest. "I want Caretaker, please!"

"Are you gonna be this difficult all night? You know I can correct those behaviors with a couple of my tools, right?" Whumper ran their hand under Whumpee's shirt, their long fingers cold and uncomfortable against their torso. "Caretaker has undone so much of my hard work, haven't they? It's alright, sweet thing. Ill get your mind rewired in no time."

"Caretaker is coming to get me," Whumpee summoned their courage to retort. "They'll be here soon and beat the shit out of you and bring me home."

Whumper let out an amused laugh, smoothing whumpee's ruffled hair with one hand and pulling their shirt up further with the second. "Im sure they will, love. For now, I'll get you started with nice little treat..."

Whumpee shivered as whumper's finger ran under the waistband of their sweatpants.

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Caretaker blinked awake, flinching when the bright light of their living room ceiling shone into their eyes. They rolled to their side with a groan and were met with the sight of the barrel of a gun.

"Goddamn-" they cried, sitting up. The gun's muzzle whacked them right in the cheekbone, knocking them back down.

A man in a dark uniform stood over them, pushing his gun against Caretaker's chest. "Stay exactly where you are, or ill put a bullet through your heart."

"Hey, hey!" Caretaker raised their palms innocently. "What's-"

All at once, memories from hours earlier flooded their mind. They looked around at their living room, spotting two uniformed women that were also armed.

"Where is whumpee?" Caretaker asked, leaning back against the couch so the gun didn't jab so violently into their chest.

"With whumper," the man told them and checked his watch, "who should've been here a while ago."

"Oh, god..." Caretaker whispered, biting their inner lip to stall the anxiety rebuilding itself in their chest. "Why's whumper coming back?"

"You'll find out when they arrive. Just stay put and nobody gets hurt." The man poked the gun at their chest again.

So caretaker slumped back against the couch, their mind racing a mile a minute.

What if whumpee's not okay? What's whumper doing? Why are they late? Are they hurting whumpee now? Why do they want to see me?

Several minutes had passed of this before footsteps came up the wooden porch. Whumper strode in, their hair slightly disheveled and wearing a different suit.

"Ah, caretaker..." Whumper sighed, signaling their henchmen out the door with a flick of their wrist. The three filed out the door without a sound, leaving Caretaker alone with Whumper.

"Whumper," Caretaker sat up, heart racing. "What do you want? Is whumpee okay."

"Yes, yes, your timid little friend is alright. More than alright actually." Whumper smirked, standing right in front of Caretaker.

"More than alright..?"

"I made whumpee feel good, caretaker. I gave them the attention they deserve." Whumper crouched lower, gripping Caretaker by the chin. "Ive given them what I assume you've been depriving the poor thing of."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Can you smell them on my breath, Caretaker? Or rather-" Whumper leaned in and kissed them forcefully, "taste them~?"

Caretaker smacked their face away with a grunt. They wiped their lips, glaring up at Whumper.

Everything came crashing down in that moment. Caretaker's blood ran ice cold.

"No." Caretaker's voice broke. "No, no, no. You didn't- you didn't-!" They jumped to their feet, but were forced back into their seat.

"I did, Caretaker. I did and it felt so fucking great. They'll never, ever forget this night. They're still in bed right now actually... feeling as great as ever."

Caretaker screeched in fury, jumping at whumper and swinging their fist in their direction. Whumper shoved them to the ground and twisted their arm behind their back, sending sparks of pain all the way up to their shoulder.

"I think I'll tack on another hour of their pleasure for them because of that silly stunt." Whumper hissed in their ear.

"No-! Don't punish them because of me, please!" Caretaker panted, trying to ignore the searing pain in their arm.

"Oh, its not a punishment at all. I promise you, they're having a fun time..."

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Whumpee cried out in desperation for the billionth time, tears spilling past their eyelids. The buzzing between their thighs picked up in intensity, causing their back to arch.

Whumper had left them like this- and god knows how long it'd be until they came back. It had to have been at least an hour, right? Two maybe?

They checked the clock though hazy eyes.

30 minutes had passed.

"Hel~ shit- help me!" They cried, their voice breaking into a moan. "Hurts- ev'rythin' hurts-"

Nobody came.

I need Caretaker... they'd come and hold me and play with my hair. They'd kiss me and tell me it's alright. They'd make it better.

Whumpee took a moment to imagine caretaker sitting beside them, stroking their cheek and helping them through the pain.

"Shh, honey," they'd say. "It'll all be over soon. Focus on your breathing."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut, trying to calm their ragged pants.

In four... hold four... out four...

A small whine escaped their lips on the exhale, their knees drawing together as the buzzing droned on.

They felt pressure rising inside them again and they braced to release again, wrapping their fingers around the chains to their cuffs.

They groaned, trying their best to hold still as the stimulation became too much. They saw spots in their vision when they opened their eyes.

Whumpee cast another teary glance up at the camera in the corner. They wouldn't give Whumper the show they wanted.

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Caretaker slumped against the wall they had been thrown against. They glared up at Whumper who, just like them, was smeared in blood.

Whumper delivered a swift kick to their torso, drawing the wind out of them.

"You know, Caretaker. You're almost as fun to beat up as my Whumpee. I'm not used to such defiance. It'd be fun to have a good couple of months with you."

Caretaker tensed at this. This is where they were supposed to be heroic and give the "take me instead" speech and beg Whumper to let them take Whumpee's place.

But they didn't. They couldn't.

Whumper scared them. They could face them now, but to be at their mercy? They wouldn't survive a day.

"Cat's got your tongue? You seem a little shaken." Whumper smiled down at them, crouching down to their level. They cupped Caretaker's cheek and rubbed up and down the side of their face.

"Get out of my house," Caretaker whispered, shaking. With rage? With fear?

"I suppose I should get back to Whumpee... they'll be missing me by now."

"As if." Caretaker spat, silently relieved when their hand left their cheek. They instantly shifted their tone as Whumper stood to tower over them. "Be gentle on them. Please."

"Oh trust me, Caretaker. It'll only get worse from here~"

[octopus-reactivated]

Whumpy potential of Aasimars

I was recently watching a video discussing how aasimars are approached in DnD, their abilities, origins and so on and how some problems could be fixed. For those who don't know, Aasimars are race of angelic aesthetic and are playable in Dungeons and Dragons.

In the video I was watching it was said that in a way "Aasimars are opposite of Tieflings". And since Tieflings are often considered evil by nature + dangerous +unwanted, it would mean that Aasimars are considered good and welcomed? Well, yeah, but it gave me whumpy ideas.

What if people welcome Aasimars because they are expecting "good guys who are helping us with our problems"?

I mean it's a good thing, right? People like them, so it's nice? But what if Aasimar can't take three steps without being asked to help someone with something? What if no one ever bothers to pay them back?

What if refusal to take care of someone's else business is considered rude and Aasimar person asking for help can do total 180° and start insulting one they hoped to get something from? What if any attempt of establishing boundary is considered as betrayal even if you just meet? What if Aasimar who is not helping everyone is called 'fake"? Think fantasy equivalent of "if you really liked art you would draw this for me for free"

What if people demand that Aasimar help them even with stuff that are against Aasimar's personal values? (Like: help me take revenge on this person or make this couple break off so I can steal my crush) What if people demand Aasimars to do the impossible and get mad when they don't get what they want?

What if body parts (hair, feathers etc.) of Aasimars are told to bring blessing? What if everyone tries to get their hands on some of them? Sure, cutting few of your hair doesn't hurt, but how many of them can you give before you go bald? What if some people don't ask and just rip off feathers out of wings?What if some are kept captive so their Masters can sell fragments of them?

(Speaking of which, wing whump)

What is Aasimars glow faintly and can't really hide? Really bad if Whumper is looking for them.

This also could be a starting point for backstory of many playable characters. Some could try to disguise themself to not be bothered, other could live away from all civilization, some joining a temple so charity time would be regulated from the top, some turning away from people and refusing to help anyone at all, some just accepting their fate and trying to please everyone (and doing surprise pikachu face when their party cares about their well-being)?

Aasimars are apparently one of least popular races to play and I think we could help it if we added some angst in worldbuilding

[whumps-and-bumps]

I know Valentines Day was last week but I was thinking about a sad little Whumpee feeling invisible anyway :)

(Emotional whump, mention of potential SA, platonic-OR-romantic Caretaker (take your pick), depression/self-hate vibes)

A Whumpee who dreads Valentines Day every year not because it's the anniversary of specific trauma, but because nothing ever happened to them.

They've spent their entire life watching their friends and family all get cards and presents, go on cute dates, have fun - even all their other friends seem to do something with each other, like a galentines day party or gifting each other joke cards, but year after year they themselves are totally forgotten. They try to get involved and give silly cards of their own; they give and give and give but nobody ever thinks to give them anything in return. It feels silly on the surface, but it still strikes a chord. There's nothing wrong with them, right? It's just bad luck? Maybe they just need better friends.

Then the main whump happens, they get held captive and are abused and beaten and broken and defiled, whatever the story is - and then finally they're rescued, or maybe they escape all on their own, and eventually life goes back to 'normal' again. Or as normal as it ever will be.

They wish they could say they didn't notice Valentines coming up the first year after they're free of Whumper, but it stays in the back of their mind, lingering. There's zero chance of anyone caring about them now. They have their new Caretaker, of course, but that's different - they're a burden to them. Caretaker is too kind to not look after them after everything they went through, and at the end of the day they deserve better than Whumpee. Caretaker deserves someone still whole.

Whumpee prepares silently for the day, they brace themselves for the depression and self-hatred they know will consume them, but for the sake of Caretaker they bottle it all up. It's just a normal day. It's stupid and silly. A commercial holiday that means nothing. Everything is fine. It's fucking Tuesday, nothing special.

Hope is so fucking hard to destroy, though, and they wake up still hoping there will be a card in the post. From anyone, their mum, an old friend - even spam would make them feel like they existed still - but there's nothing. Not even a pamphlet.

They spend the whole day shut away in their room, trying to distract themselves, and at least that's not unusual after what Whumper did to them so Caretaker won't notice. They tell themselves they shouldn't need outside validation to know they're worthy of love and affection. It's just so hard to believe, though. The first and only person that has ever loved them was Whumper, and look how that turned out. Clearly there is something wrong and unlovable about Whumpee. If only someone could have told them what was is so they could fix before they were taken and broken irrepairably.

That evening, Caretaker calls them downstairs for dinner as normal. Whumpee makes the effort because if they don't, Caretaker will definitely know something is wrong, and they really don't want to talk about it. The kitchen is well-lit, the food in the oven is nothing special, this isn't romantic - but then they see a little red envelope resting on their empty placemat, and a silly fake rose sat beside it.

Caretaker is nervous, almost afraid of Whumpee's reaction - they just wanted to do something nice for their friend, especially after what Whumper did to them. It's a silly little thing meant to make them smile on a day they know can be hard.

But Whumpee is just standing and staring at the envelope, terrified of it. Caretaker goes to say something but before they can, Whumpee starts to cry. They completely break down, months and months and years of bottled up feelings bubbling up and spilling over in an ugly mess.

Their legs give out and they kneel on the floor as they sob, trying to catch their breath. Caretaker thought of them. They remembered them. They're Whumpee's best friend, their greatest, closest, most wonderful friend they could ever have dreamed of and they love them so much it hurts to breathe.

How dare they, though? How dare they come into their life now, when they're all broken and used and ruined? Where were they before everything went wrong? Why couldn't they be loved like this when they still felt like they were allowed to be?

[whumpberry-cookie]

Okok so could you please do prompts that have to do with being in public spaces? Yknow.. when whumpee has no choice but to suffer because they r stuck out somewhere random with s conforting caretaker <33 im WEAK -🦇👓

Thank you so much for the ask! And sorry it took so long time! I had a bit of a break from tumblr. Thank you for waiting!

Public Whump

(Cw: restrains, kidnapping, shock collar, affectionate whumper, forced to lie, failed escape, arresting)

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Whumpee's arms are restrained behind their back tightly. It's a cold autumn weather, so it's nothing suspicious that a person is hugging and leading the other one that is covered with a big coat with the empty sleeves. Actually it's kinda adorable out of context! Ohh, the bigger partner must have given their own coat for the smaller partner, because they were cold! What and adorable relationship, right? The smaller one must have been so cold, because they are tearing up and shivering.

Caretaker is restrained in Whumper's basement, so Whumpee is forced to agree for everything and behave while Whumper takes them on the nice walks. Imagine Whumper doing something to cause the pain (hidden shock collar). And Whumpee knows no one should see them crying, so they hide their head in Whumper's arms and hug them tightly while whimpering in pain. Whumper just laughts and pats their back "There, there, there's no reason to cry, I'm here...".

And if Whumper at this moment just has a converstaion with some stranger, shocks Whumpee because they say something wrong and then Whumpee hugs Whumper? "Oh, you see... Whumpee doesn't like strangers..." Whumper whispers "You see... Anxiety problems, my poor sweetheart".

Imagine Whumpee losing Whumper in public space and running for their life to the closer police officer. Just to find out it's Whumper's man in fake police suit. Police officer "arrests" them and gives them back to Whumper.

Whumper takes Whumpee for a shopping. But then they meet old friend of Whumpee who turns out to work as a cashier. The friend asks a lot of questions "Whumpee, why did you drop the college? Why do you look so tired? I thought you moved out!". Whumpee feels that Whumper squeezes their forearm warningly and tries so hard to lie. But then faints out of fear. And because it's in public, Whumper has no other choice but to let the workers call an ambulance let the medics take Whumpee away.

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Is this what you meant by confronting character? If not, feel more than welcome to let me know!

I hope you liked it and thank you for your patience, cool bat anon!

[feverdreamsanddelusions]

@whumpsday

4. attacked while fumbling with the keys to their front door

kidnapping ask game

[tw kidnapping, lady whumper, multiple whumpers, threats of murder]

Whumpee tried not to be overly paranoid. Being out after dark was never a pleasant experience, but nothing explicitly bad had happened so far, so they tried to tell themself it was all in their head. Surely, the weird guy taking all the same turns as them was nothing but a coincidence. He wasn't following them, he was just... living in the same area.

They took a deep breath and picked up their pace. Better safe than sorry. Maybe the guy would feel a little offended, but maybe they were getting away from a serial killer right now. No sense in taking their chances.

They thought about taking a couple fake turns, leading the guy away from their actual home... but they wanted to get home. They wanted to get inside and crawl into bed. They wanted to be safe. So they decided against it, making a beeline for their apartment building.

The sigh of relief they let out when the man disappeared was audible. Thank goodness.

They tried to look around in a way that didn't resemble a deer scanning the area for predators, but truth be told, they failed miserably. At least they spotted a few women not far from where they were. Good. The more the merrier.

The rest of the walk passed uneventfully, and Whumpee couldn't have been happier to see their old, sturdy front door. The keys were already in their hand, arranged in that neat way with the sharp parts poking out from between their fingers in case they needed to punch someone, but now they shifted their hold to let themself in. They wouldn't have stopped to fumble with their stupid keys in the dark like this had the guy still been following them.

No, he wasn't following them. They were being overdramatic.

They were yanked back and away from the door so suddenly, they didn't even realise what was happening. A hand was clamped over their mouth before they could scream, and an arm snaked around their torso to keep them in place, back flush against their attacker's chest. They could smell some expensive perfume, so much of it that it was nearly suffocating.

No, no no no no no. They were right there. They were right there.

"Shh, be good," the stranger said, and her voice sounded awfully feminine. Even worse, when Whumpee craned their head to try to get a glimpse of her face, they realised she looked suspiciously like one of the women from before. The women who made them feel safer. "You don't want any trouble, do you?"

As they were squirming and whimpering, their gaze fell on another pair of women, one of which bent down to pick up the keyring they'd dropped. "Let's see..." she muttered, picking out the correct key on her first try. Was she familiar with this building? Had this all been planned?

The third woman stepped up to them and gave them a condescending smile, tilting her way this way and that while feigning sympathy. "Bad night?" she cooed. "I saw the way you were looking at the poor man. I bet you feel real lucky that we're here to rescue you."

Whumpee tried to plead, but it was just a muffled mess of sounds. Both the woman in front of and behind them chuckled. "They can't really talk right now," the one holding them in place said quietly. "But you'll have plenty of time to get to know each other, assuming Whumpee here doesn't want to end up in the dumpster. In pieces."

Whumpee whined and shook their head frantically, but thankfully, the woman messing with the door cut the threats short. "Okay, open."

The third woman grinned. "Awesome. Well, let's bring them home. I'm sure they're dying to eat something and have a nice, warm shower."

[fallenwhumpee]

“No one will believe you”

Day 7: Behind closed doors | Fake smiles | Touch aversion  • Masterlist •

Warnings: Implied past abuse.

Leader wrapped their hands around their arms, sliding out from the crowd subtly. They couldn't handle this gatherings— everything too loud, too close, too much. It was so ironic that they could handle everything they were thrown into and came back like it was just another day, but these kind of crowds put them on edge.

They were grateful that it was always on the headquarters of the agency, with many rooms they could retreat when they felt out of place.

"Going somewhere?" Whumper caught up with them as they tried to find a quiet place, and Leader straightened their posture.

"Yes sir. Just looking for a place to rest." They tried their best to smile, knowing Whumper appreciated a warm environment rather than a formal one.

Perhaps their team would provide a better company to their superior, with how lively they were. Constant chatter and attempts to make each other smile, like if one of them did, it would end all of their problems.

And maybe that was exactly why Leader was running away. They had never been invited to that closure, always pushed away and perceived like they were the leash agency put on the team.

Leader flinched as Whumper turned their chin up with a finger. They drew back slightly, tensing at the unexpected contact.

"I can see something is troubling you."

Whumper put a hand to their back over layers and layers of clothes, guiding them to a nearly deserted side.

"Whatever it is, get over it. We can't afford any distractions.I will let this pass because of post mission fatigue," Whumper pushed them against the wall, pinning them by one shoulder.. "But I should remind you that you missed our spar. It can't happen again."

"It won't," Leader said firmly. "But I'm not sure what to tell my Medic this time." Their voice was uncharacteristically meek.

"Oh, just tell the truth that I like to beat you even if it's only because I want to and you have to take every blow because you need to." Whumper smiled. "No one will believe you anyway. Now, go back to the gathering, give some nice smiles to the others. We will make up today's delay with a midnight training."

[chaotic-orphan]

June of Doom, Day Twenty-four:

I think I’m going to be sick : Bleeding out // illness // cold sweat

CW: blood (explicit), violent death (explicit), hybrid change?, hybrid whump, Whumper turned whumpee, caretaker turned whumper, self harm (explicit), forced to hurt themselves (explicit), forced self harm, suicide, possessiveness, possessive caretaker, gore, possessive whumper

General graphic violence warning, esp blood!!

*~*~*~*~*

“You will kill yourself, Caretaker. Here and now, in front of Whumpee so that they learn not to oppose me again. So they learn not to get any ideas,” said Whumper, throwing down the sacrificial knife. It clattered to the floor in front of Caretaker’s feet but Caretaker’s eyes were only focused on Whumpee.

Whumpee on their knees beside Whumper who had an unforgiving hand laced through Whumpee’s hair.

“How do I know you won’t hurt them if I do kill myself like you ask?”

Whumper smiled a cruel smile. “Oh, I’ll hurt them. I’ll hurt them as much as I damn please. They’re disobedient, and defiant— I think they get it from you. So as soon as you’re out of the picture, little Whumpee here won’t fight me as much, isn’t that right, Whumpee?”

Whumpee said nothing. Whumper wrenched Whumpee’s hair up causing Whumpee to let out a grunting squeak of pain before crying: “yes! Yes!”

“See?” Whumper spat. “Even if your presence they’ve forgotten their training.”

Caretaker’s jaw clenched at the mention of Whumpee’s training. Whumpee didn’t need training, they weren’t a dog. They were a human being.

“Seems like beating people into submission doesn’t have a very good compliance rate. Perhaps a gentler touch would be more prudent?”

Whumper laughed at Caretaker’s suggestion. “You think you’re so big, but all I have to do is hurt Whumpee a little and you fold like a bad hand at the poker tables. So do as I say, or I’m going to hurt Whumpee until they can’t speak properly.”

Caretaker’s jaw set and they huffed out a fine, bending down to pick the knife up from the floor. It was a very nice knife. Sleek, sharp, elegant. All things Whumper was not.

“C-Caretaker…” Whumpee whispered and Caretaker’s heart ached. “Please don’t…”

“It’s okay, Whumpee. Just look away okay?”

“Oh no,” said Whumper. “No, no, no. Whumpee’s gonna look the entire time aren’t you Whumpee? You’re going to watch Caretaker die because you’re the reason they’re in this mess aren’t’cha? Caretaker coming in tryna save you because you’re pathetic and only cause pain—“

“Thats not true, Whumpee,” Caretaker interrupted. “I’m here because I want to be here. You didn’t force me to come. My death is not on your hands.”

“Would you hurry up and kill yourself already?” Whumper asked, rolling their eyes. “Nice and slow if you please, draw it out. I want to burn this memory into Whumpee’s fucking retinas.”

Caretaker huffed, and started rolling up their sleeves. “Wrists good enough for you?” Caretaker asked, tone entirely too sweet and fake.

Whumper waved their hand, “dealer’s choice.”

Caretaker swallowed and nodded, pressing the blade to their wrist. The point of the dagger biting into their skin that connected their arm to their hand. They could feel their veins beneath, their blood pumping.

Fuck. Caretaker looked in Whumpee’s eyes, and said: “I’m sorry,” before they cut hard and deep into their wrist and up their arm with a sharp cry.

“Jeez-zus,” Whumper whistled. “You try that before? You’re mighty good at it. Don’t you think Whumpee?”

Whumpee was silent, tears streaming down their face as they were forced to watch Caretaker swap the blade into their wounded hand and repeat the same motion on their other arm.

“Fuck!” Caretaker gasped after the deed was done, dropping the knife as blood started flowing in a gruesome stream down their arms trailing over the deep gashes and down their hands pooling beneath them. The stench of iron burned through Caretaker’s nostrils and tastebuds, thick and rancid.

“You careless little shit,” Whumper laughed, letting go of Whumpee’s hair and stepping closer to Caretaker. They grabbed Caretaker’s arms in their hands and Caretaker cried out. “Those are deep. Deep deep. Holy fuck, Whumpee you wanna look?”

Caretaker’s eyes found Whumpee’s as they felt the blood slowly draining out of their body. Fuck, they could feel it slipping. Their consciousness, as a sheen of cold sweat ran up their spine and stuck to them like a second skin. Whumper let go of Caretaker and Caretaker’s knees buckled. They fell to the ground, their arms resting on their thighs as blood soaked through their jeans.

Caretaker looked at Whumpee and forced a smile and said: “whumpee, look away.”

“No,” Whumpee cried. “No, no, no. Caretaker! I’m sorry. This is all my fault!”

“Whumpee—“ Caretaker ground out in warning as the last of their strength ebbed from them and they sagged in their slumped position. “Look… away…”

Whumper watched with eager eyes as Caretaker’s energy left their body. Watched Whumpee’s realisation slowly dawn on them and saw them scream and relished in it. They walked over to Whumpee and crouched down in front of them, tipping their chin up with their finger, forcing Whumpee to look at them.

“I told you, Whumpee. No one can save you from me. See what happens when you make friends hmm? They can’t help you. No one can. Why?”

Whumpee didn’t answer, so Whumper’s grip tightened on their chin. “Why whumpee?”

“Because I’m yours,” Whumpee whispered. It sounded like a confession to Whumper’s ears, and it physically shattered the kid in front of them. Whumper could have sang from the rooftops at finally, finally having Whumpee all to themselves.

“Damn fucking right you are.”

The moment of bliss ended when there was the sound of bones cracking behind Whumper. Whumper watched Whumpee’s eyes widen in fear, stuck to whatever was happening behind Whumper and Whumper turned.

Caretaker’s bones were crunching. Their body jerking unnaturally and the blood that was still flowing from their wrists was bubbling, steam coming off of the wound. Caretaker’s eyes flew open, panicking and in pain as they reached down to their wrists clawing at the blood at the skin.

Their deafening screams were piercing Whumper’s ears who winced slightly at the deadly sound. Then as suddenly as it started all stopped.

Caretaker stopped screaming.

Stopped writhing.

Stopped bleeding.

Stopped fighting.

Caretaker’s eyes opened again but it wasn’t human eyes that blinked back at Whumper. Nor was it human teeth that showed when Caretaker’s lips twisted up into an unnatural smirk. They raised a hand which now had claws instead of nails and plunged it into their chest. Blood splattered across the ground and hit Whumper’s trousers, staining them red.

“What the fuck is wrong with them Whumpee?” Whumper demanded, some primal fear seizing their throat as they watched Cartaker plunge a second hand into their chest and pull apart their skin covering their ribcage, revealing muscle and tendons and veins that turned black.

“I… I don’t know,” Whumpee whispered, terrified.

A low guttural laughter erupted from Caretaker’s throat as they tore their skin away, shedding it like a snake and got to their feet.

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh, oh it’s been too long since you let me out Caretaker, suicide this time?” A voice that wasn’t Caretaker’s spoke through Caretaker’s black lips. A monstrous smiling voice as Caretaker, no, the Beast currently shedded Caretaker’s skin stood taller than Caretaker. The wet shredded skin slapped to the floor and Whumper and Whumpee could only look up and stare at the black beast that now stood before them.

It was huge. Not just tall but wide, with strong leather like skin from which midnight blue fur grew from in places. Their neck was thick, their face still barely human, with a mane of midnight raven hair covering their head. Their legs were thicker than Whumper’s chest with sheer muscle and their hands had turned to black claws.

“Tell me human,” the beast said, dropping their shoulders and hands and arching their back like a limp giant doll and stared into Whumper’s eyes, hot, steamy breath exhaling from their beast like nose. “What year is it?”

Whumper was frozen to the spot, neck stretched as they recoiled back from the beast and stuttered out a shaky answer. “2023,” said Whumper and the Beast hummed in reply. They moved their head up and peering over Whumper’s shoulder saw Whumpee, and their eyes shone with twisted interest.

“Mmmm… the mortal cares for you, little one,” said Beast, pushing Whumper aside and reaching down to touch Whumpee’s face. Whumpee flinched and recoiled but the Beast just cooed in it’s guttural growling way. “Hush child, I won’t hurt you. My mortal would never let me out otherwise. I’m here to save you where they could not.”

“You won’t touch them,” said Whumper, their voice shrill, but the Beast ignored them as they touched Whumpee’s cheek with a surprisingly gentle hand. Their palm was rough and felt like sandpaper but Whumpee found themselves lifting their hand and putting it over the Beast’s. Their chest still rising and falling heavy.

The Beast lifted their hand and grabbed Whumpee’s, lifting it to cover Whumpee’s eyes with their own hand. “Best you don’t see this,” said the Beast and that was all the warning Whumpee got.

They flinched when Whumper screamed. Warm blood splattering across their face and Whumpee turned away from the noise, hiding in their hands as they heard the squelching of something from Whumper’s body. There was the sound of Whumper’s screams, and the sound of flesh being torn through like a sickle through overgrowth. It sounded as if a pack of vicious dog had found their prey and were feasting on it while it still lived.

Eventually the screams stopped and Whumpee felt themselves being picked up. They were cradled to a warm chest that was humming lowly, something rumbling in their chest like a sweet lullaby. The Beast was warm. So warm. Whumpee went to move their hands from their eyes but the Beast growled softly and Whumpee didn’t.

“So curious, little one,” said the Beast. Whumpee could feel the depth of their voice in the Beast’s chest. Suddenly Whumpee felt the Beast’s hands on theirs and heard the Beast say: “close your eyes.”

Whumpee obeyed. Then they felt cloth on their face and they reached up instinctively but the Beast just hushed them again and Whumpee relaxed as the Beast tied a makeshift blindfold around Whumpee’s head.

“You are too curious for your own good. This is something you mortals don’t enjoy seeing. Trust me.”

And bafflingly, Whumpee did trust them. Then the Beast groaned, the sound enveloping Whumpee’s senses now that their sight was gone. “My mortal wants to speak now. Typical. I do the dirty work. They get the glory… agh, they’re a pain,” the Beast grumbled, pressing a hand to Whumpee’s hair and stroking it gently. “I will see you again, little mortal.”

The Beast put Whumpee sitting on the ground. Then the Beast let out a sad howl and the sounds of bones cracking again, and Whumpee knew Caretaker was changing back.

A gentle hand settled on Whumpee’s shoulder. A human hand. Whumpee looked up but saw nothing. They just smelled the blood and the iron in the air. The body beside them starting to stink in the heat.

“Whumpee. Are you okay?” Caretaker asked, their voice hoarse but very soft and gentle. Like they were trying not to spook Whumpee too bad.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Whumpee mumbled. They felt a hand under their armpit helping them to their feet, and then their arm was thrown over Caretaker’s shoulder and they helped Whumpee walk away from the scene of their abuser’s dead body.

“Okay,” said Caretaker after a while. “You can take the blindfold off.”

Whumpee did immediately. They saw Caretaker in the corner of their eye smile as they saw Caretaker’s shitty little car. “Finally. I’m exhausted,” said Caretaker, walking to the passenger side first and opening the door for Whumpee. Whumpee got in on their own accord, their entire body felt like jelly. They looked at the blindfold in their hand and saw it was a sticky and covered in blood.

Whumpee gasped, dropping it and taking down the sun visor and looking in the mirror to see their face covered in blood, with a thick layer over Whumpee’s nose and eyes.

Whumpee reached a sleeve up to wipe it off but before they could Caretaker grabbed their arm and Whumpee turned to see Caretaker smiling at them.

“Umm… could you not? For… for just a minute? It, uh, the beast, likes it. It’s like a perverse sign of ownership.”

Whumpee didn’t know what to do, so they just nodded slightly and lowered their hand. “Right… uh, yeah. Okay.”

It was nighttime anyways so no one would be able to see it as they drove home. Caretaker started the engine and pulled out of the alleyway, a small smile on their face as they got onto the main road.

It didn’t just make the Beast inside them purr and coo like a happy baby. Caretaker quite liked the sight too, but smothered it down a little inside. Primal beastly urges always remained for a while after the Beast had shown it’s face.

Of course, the Beast said, and Caretaker could hear them rolling their eyes. Blame me.

Caretaker just smiled to themselves and drove on.

[flowersarefreetherapy]

2 and 3 for Star, 6 and 7 for Daniel, and 3 for Cameron

- @pigeonwhumps

2) be honest: did you deserve it?

“No. It’s what they, they, they told us, but . . . I was good. I, I, I behaved. I didn’t deserve to, to be hurt as much as I, I was.”

3) what do you think about whumper?

“My master could be kind. I-. . . Don’t tell Daniel but I, I, I miss him. There are days I, I want to see him again. He was nice to, to, to me and always made me feel loved. Theodore loved me. I know he did. And . . . and I miss feeling loved.”

6) when was the last time you cried?

“Why do you want to know? Fine. When he brought Star home the first time.” Daniel’s smile doesn’t falter. “They stood in the driveway, laughing and talking, and Star was so happy. Happier than he is with me. I made sure he didn’t hear me cry. I don’t want to put that burden on him. He deserves to be happy.”

7) when was the last time you laughed?

“I don’t remember. At least really laughing. I can fake a laugh . . . I think it was a while back. Star and I saw some ducklings trying to swim. They were trying so hard and their parents were helping. We made fun of them and laughed. A lot. I love hearing Star’s laugh.”

3) what do you think about whumper?

Cameron is all smiles when he answers. “Patrick? Oh he’s an absolute darling. He loves me so much and is always so kind with his gifts. If there’s anything I want, he gets it for me and he always knows how to make a bad day into a good one.

“He . . . He can be a bit set in his ways, but that’s just his age. He knows what he wants and how to get it. I love him. He’s my everything.”

[bluenotebooks11]

whumpblr really likes intimate whumpers. that’s okay, cus i do too!! they give me whumperflies to the fullest extent ❤️❤️

that being said,

tw: intimate whumper (duh), mentions of torture and general pain, mentions of stalking, a little pinch of manipulation, lemme know if i missed something

i think that intimate whumpers are just glorious. i like that an intimate whumper fucks with whumpee’s head, cus like “ugh the bastard everything hurts now. oh? wait? they’re kinda nice… n warm… aw fuck wait now they’re hurting me again”

beyond the mindfuck, i just like me a good old-fashion creep! i want whumper to lick whumpee’s tears off their face, i want whumper to tell whumpee how beautiful they are covered in bruises, i want whumper to encourage whumpee to cry and whimper because it’s like music to their ears, just, i want a fuckin weirdo!!

but i also like the “fake lover” type thing. maybe this comes from my yandere phase, but the thought of an intimate whumper deluding themselves into thinking their horrid obsession with their victim is some kind of love. it adds some psychological whump when whumper begins blackmailing whumpee into staying by their side after they stalked them for a while and found some unsavory/embarrassing things. i also like thinking that whumper harms the people around whumpee and sets themselves up to always be able to swoop in and make it all better. but, the icing on the cake has to be when whumpee inevitably pushes too many buttons on a “passive” whumper and gets their ass whooped. bonus points if it turns into a carewhumper scenario and they’re like “ohhh i’m soooo sorry but it’s for your own good!!”

just, intimate whumpers! i like them!

[shshshquietnow]

I needed some fantasy whump in my life, as well as a good self sacrificial whumpee, scary very very powerful whumper, and a hostage of a caretaker.

...

Torrents Under the Skin

Contents: fantasy whump, magical whumper, whumpee, AND caretaker, hurt no comfort (for now), torture via magic, intimate whumper, hostage situation I think? Kidnapping

...

She kidnapped her. SHE KIDNAPPED HER.

Ryn ran through the forest frantic- her and Amaya had been traveling through after...

It was still fresh in Ryn's mind, still fresh on all her senses. The pain all throughout her body as the sorceress Invidia and the look of glee on her face as Ryn screamed...

The two adventurers has picked up rumors of the sorceress's evil... assassinations and blood sacrifices and all sorts of things... not to mention she had killed Ryn's mentor, and Amaya's father and sister. Just a few days ago the girls barely made it out alive, and now somehow Amaya had been captured in the night...

Ryn drew a rune in her notebook, tracking down her friend up to the edge of a cliff side. It was night it was windy... but the sky was clear and the moon was full, leaving perfect view of Invidia standing by the cliff, Amaya struggling against glowing chains.

The sorceress tilted her head down at the girl as she approached. "Hello there, love. Nice to see you meet us, even if it was in a less than timely manner. I was considering throwing your friend here off the edge out of boredom."

The runesmith had her notebook open, magical feathered quill in hand- passed down from her mentor- but her hands shook... Invidia was far too powerful a sorceress for an inexperienced runesmith to take on. Based on the look on her face, Invidia knew this.

"What, no talk?" Invidia fake pouted. The longer she stood there- pretending like they were having a friendly chat while she had Ryn's best friend held hostage, the more Ryn's anger boiled up. "You had a lovely scream though... I was looking forward to hearing your cute little voice again."

"Let. Her go." Ryn tried to keep her voice as even as possible, which was very difficult through the anger and fear. She clutched her quill like a lifeline.

"Ryn-" Amaya winced as Invidia looked over to her, the chains tightening. Amaya had informed Ryn many times that shapeshifters are prone to claustrophobia and the fear of being trapped or restrained... "Get out of here, I'll be fine-"

Amaya cried out in pain as Invidia clawed her hand, Ryn recognized the way her veins glowed... a pain spell, the sane one that Amaya had spent hours calming Ryn down from when they got away from the sorceress the first time...

Invidia let up on the spell, but it was clear Amaya was still in some pain, with the added discomfort of the chains. The sorceress took a moment to peer down at the adventurer, as Ryn acted fast, writing down a messaging sigil and stuffing it in her pocket before Invidia turned back around.

Invidia tsked down at Amaya's panting form. Ryn could see brown fur trying to poke out from her friend's skin, but the chains seemed to be preventing Amaya from shifting at all, another nightmare for her kind. "Now look at what she's done to herself... so set to get hurt, love?"

"YOU did that!" Ryn snapped at her, her face hot with anger. "She didn't do-"

She was cut off by Amaya's continued screaming, the chains taking on a red hue as they tightened around her, Ryn restated the urge to cover her ears. "INVIDIA! STOP- PLEASE JUST-"

"What was that?" Her voice was sickly sweet, taunting. "I couldn't hear that over your friend's screams. Sounds starkingly like her sister."

Ryn was going to be sick, what did Invidia want from them?! Why did she just kill them in their sleep...

She runesmith closed her notebook, unsummoning her quill as she put her hands up. That seemed to pique Invidia's interest at the very least, Amaya gasped, breathing heavy as the chains dulled down. She wasn't screaming anymore...

"I'll- let her go and I'll go with you," Ryn didn't bother trying to control her voice. "And you can kill me or torture me or whatever you want just let her go. Please..."

Invidia slowly blinked, almost like she wasn't expecting such a show of sacrifice. A slow smile creeped across her face as she glided over to Ryn. The runesmith held her breath as Invidia grabbed her chin, turning her face side to side, like she was inspecting a particularly interesting beetle.

She hummed. "You really are just like your mentor. Gave her life- willingly- for that dingy little village."

"Are you going to take my offer?!" Ryn bit out, she could feel her throat closing up, Invidia so close to her and Amaya still on the edge of the cliff and the taunts about her mentor...

Invidia peered down at her for a few long minutes. "Hm... I've always wanted a little dolly."

Ryn's heart stopped. "... what?"

"I accept your offer, love," the sorceress snapped her fingers, the chains melting off of Amaya. "You're just too darling to turn down."

Ryn didn't have time to think through what the sorceress was saying as Amaya heaved a breath and growled.

"You..." the shapeshifter snarled, baring her teeth. Invidia snickered as she turned around, Ryn stuffing her hand in her pocket to activate the message rune. "YOU-"

"Leave, leave leave now, you have to leave."

Amaya blinked, the words entering her mind. "She's a monster- she's going to kill you!"

"She's... she doesn't want to kill me-" the idea put a lump in Ryn's throat. "I'll escape, I'll find you again just PLEASE go..."

Amaya looked at her friend, looked at Invidia, then looked at the cliff behind her. She took a deep breath, giving Ryn one last pained glance as she shifted into an elk, speeding away as fast as possible around the side of the cliff away from the mages.

"You're not escaping, I'll be rescuing you. I'm so sorry... I'll find you I swear."

The message rune deactivated in Ryn's pocket, used up as Invidia clasped a hand on her shoulder.

Mages could feel eachother's magic, that's what her mentor had said. You couldn't tell the difference between a wizard or a sorcerer or druid just by touching them- not without years of experience- but any mage could tell how powerful another mage is.

The power under Invidia's fingertips felt like the full force of the ocean to Ryn.

Invidia chuckled. "You're all mine now, love. I can't wait to hear that little scream of yours again."

All at once Ryn was hit with a wave of exhaustion, Invidia made no move to catch her as she fell onto the grass. Her eyes dropped closed, the only thing she was aware of as she fell out of consciousness was the ocean of power under Invidia's hands as the sorceress picked her up.

"Sweet dreams, love..."