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Part 5

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Lavender learned a new trick that day; how to break out of handcuffs without having to bother with picking the lock or dislocating a thumb or two. Apparently you could easily release the mechanism by sticking a pin into it and lifting the part that stopped the cuffs from opening.

“I only use handcuffs because they’re fast, but they’re by far not as secure as you might think,” Fetch said, handing the set back to Lavender.

“I knew that,” she said, “I had to hand you the pin, remember? You would’ve been trapped otherwise.”

“I would’ve found something,” Fetch said, fixing his hair a bit, “so, next hideout. Where?”

“About a day’s drive,” Lavender said, “if we switch halfway or a couple times we can either beat Delaney there or catch him there.”

“And what if you’re wrong?”

“Hey!”

“It’s not an insult, answer the question,” Fetch said, lighting a cigarette.

“We’ll need a new plan,” Lavender said, waving her hand a bit to keep the smoke away, “I actually have an idea too.”

“Go on,” Fetch said.

“Same as what we planned before,” Lavender said, “but we’ll just have to find another kid.”

“Erick is a means to an end for Keller,” Fetch said, “what in god’s name is going to convince him to let go of his best bargaining chip?”

“He has a list,” Lavender said, “a list of…young men he’s got his eye on, but is too much of a coward to act on it. It’s like a bucket list, but…gross. Thomas was on that list, but I beat him to it.”

“Why?” Fetch asked.

“I like the challenge,” Lavender said with a shrug, “if we work together we can grab another high risk target from the list. He won’t be able to resist.”

“You’re sure about this?” Fetch asked.

“He’s a man of disgusting but simple pleasures,” Lavender said, “most men are as far as I know.”

“You’re not wrong,” Fetch said, “so this list…?”

“I have a copy of it,” Lavender said, “but you’re gonna have to choose. Chase Delaney, or take a look at that list to trade Erick back.”

Fetch took a drag from his cigarette, thinking a second before speaking up.

“It might be the best shot we have,” he said, “Erick is a strong kid, he’ll hang in there as long as he needs to.”

“Then let’s make sure he won’t need to fight for long,” Lavender said, “come on, I’ll drive.”

“Absolutely not, you can navigate,” Fetch said.

“Oh come on!”

“It’s my van Rhodes, be glad I’m letting you in at all after the shit you just pulled.”

“It was self defence!”

While the two argued, Delaney wasn’t having such a great time either. He’d finally found a secluded enough place to stop and check on his captive. For the past hours he’d been kicking against the lid of the trunk, making quite a lot of noise. He probably should’ve kept him more tightly restrained after all.

He got out of the car, looking around to make sure he really was alone at the rest stop at the side of an empty road, before walking over to the trunk and opening it. Erick’s knees were looking pretty bruised, it seemed he’d been slamming them against the lid to make all that noise.

It seemed the frog-tie hadn’t been sufficient. He was still blindfolded and ball-gagged, but he was struggling to breathe.

“Oh shit,” Delaney said under his breath, pulling the boy to sit up so he could undo the gag.

Erick coughed, gasping for air a bit.

“Ugh…moron!”

“I beg your pardon?!” Delaney said.

“You don’t— cough! You don’t gag your hostages with a choking hazard if you take your eyes off of them for hours! Is this your first time or something?”

“Oh come on, you’re fine,” Delaney said, “I’ll give you some water if you quiet down. Maybe I’ll let you ride in the backseat if you promise to be a good boy.”

He hooked a finger around the ring on the front of the leather collar, pulling him closer.

“Are you a good boy~?”

“You should’ve taken a breath mint before asking,” Erick replied.

Delaney sighed, tightening his grip on his collar before slapping him across the cheek. Erick flinched, he didn’t see that coming, literally.

“Let’s try again,” he said, “are you a good boy?”

“I know I’d be better at this than you at least,” Erick said.

“Okay, no water for you,” Delaney decided, picking the ball gag back up.

“Shame I wanted to spit it back at— Ack!”

He was cut off as Delaney changed his grip from the front of the collar to the back of the collar, choking him slightly.

“It’s really a shame I don’t get to break you in,” he said, forcing the ball back between his teeth before pushing him to lie down on his stomach, strapping the gag back in place behind his head.

He let go of the collar, allowing Erick to take in a little more air again while he picked up a spare length of chain, hogtying the boy so he couldn’t kick around anymore. He stroked his hair a little to settle him.

“Just let the drool out, you’ll suffocate less,” he advised, before stepping back and closing the trunk again.

Meanwhile Fetch and Lavender were well on their way to the address Lavender had given him to drive towards, it was the place she had been hiding out at for a while now.

It was a little loft apartment in another small town, accessible through the fire escape so she didn’t have to deal with any annoying neighbours. As they stepped inside, Fetch took a look around. It seemed she had been living out of a grand total of three boxes, one of them left unopened.

“New place?” he asked.

“I move around a lot,” Lavender said, opening the unopened box, “don’t touch anything!”

“I’m literally just standing here.”

“Attaboy.”

“Woman!”

“Ah, here it is,” Lavender said, pulling out a sheet of paper that seemed to be a photocopy of a written list with two columns.

She showed it to Fetch, who peered at it.

“A substantial amount of names,” he commented.

“Yeah, uh…you can ignore the left column,” Lavender said, “they’re too easy, he could get them himself. Also…the majority of them are dead.”

“Keller’s doing?” Fetch asked.

“Yup,” Lavender said, looking over the list at a couple familiar names.

Fetch noticed her zoning out a bit. Normally he would’ve let her be, but they had no time to waste.

“Daydreaming, Rhodes?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, sorry, just thinking back,” Lavender said, “these boys were…basically my firsts.”

“Keller groomed you?” Fetch asked.

“He thought I was like him,” Lavender said, “he thinks a lot of people are like him, especially in this business.”

“What is in it for you?” Fetch asked, “it can’t be just the money.”

“Control,” Lavender said, “their life in my hands…”

“It’s a rush, isn’t it?” Fetch agreed, “anyway, since the left column is a no-go, which one do we pick from the right column that he won’t be able to resist? Or is it any of them?”

“Any of them really,” Lavender replied, looking over the list again, before pointing one out.

“That one,” she said, “I think I recall where he lives. We can figure out the rest of the details later, but it’s not far from here, and I remember Mateo whining about him a couple times before I screwed him over with Thomas.”

Fetch took the list, squinting a bit at the badly copied handwriting.

“Vir…Virgil? — What kind of shitty handwriting…”

“Virgil Vaughn,” Lavender translated, “I wonder what he’s like~”

“He’s just a means to an end,” Fetch reminded her, “speaking of…I don’t exactly feel comfortable trading a random kid for Erick and leaving him with Keller.”

“We can chip him and send the tracking link to the police,” Lavender said.

“You can’t just chip a human,” Fetch said.

“You know how easy we would have it if you’d have chipped Erick?” Lavender said.

“Rhodes. Focus.” Fetch said, feeling a headache coming up, “We grab this Virgil kid, use him to lure out Mateo and Erick, but we don’t actually let him make off with him. Okay?”

“We could ransom him after,” Lavender said.

“If he’s worth something,” Fetch shrugged.

“Probably,” Lavender said, “dad was a businessman or something, he’s a mommy’s boy. I think we can catch a decent price.”

“Okay, so that’s our plan,” Fetch said, “get the kid, kill Keller, get Erick back, ransom Virgil and then we never have to see each other again.”

“Deal,” Lavender said, “come on, I’ll drive.”

“Still no.”

“Come on!”

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[whumpsmith]

What's the last whumpy thing you saw/read/etc and what did you like about it?

oooh it was a WIP/sneak peek of an artwork from my friend and the way they draw tears is just aaaaaaaaaaa sublime

Find them @scarletfish8eta here or on deviantart or on twitter

[guys-in-distress-database]

"He found himself reliving his ambush and capture in Tronjheim. Being bound hand and foot, the Twins forcing him to ride through countless miles of dark tunnels..." (Murtagh, Ceunon: Chapter V)

I don’t post my art often, but this was a very special piece to me that I’ve been wanting to make for a while.

Murtagh’s kidnapping in Eldest has given me brainrot for the last 10 years. It is my favourite GID scene that has never been described or shown in any major capacity. The mystery of it makes it all the more interesting to me.

So I decided to draw my take on it! Where he’s betrayed by the Twins, who turn him over to the Urgals and tie him up for the long journey back to Galbatorix. I really wanted to capture his terror at the prospect of going back and be as accurate to the books’ descriptions as possible.

Also thanks to @scarletfish8eta for the amazing bruise tutorial. It really helped me up my pain-drawing game!

[defire]

Top 8 favorite tumblr whump stories!

Content warnings are not exhaustive, just there to give you a general idea of what's in the story from my perspective.

Fyi, these are MY descriptions of the stories and don't reflect the authors' opinions on their stories.

Also I worked really hard on this ok

Destroyer by @paingoes

Completed (but I love the random updates)

A powerful psychic was trained from a young age to be a weapon of war, but as time goes on, it seems he can't stand to hurt people anymore.

Content: living weapon, beatings, war, child abuse (usually off-screen)

Overloaded by @fleur-a-whump

Ongoing

A new program is being rolled out to reform villains. Jasper, an electrokinetic and the first "guinea pig" of the system, earnestly tries to regain the heroes' trust while in a sort of probation, but with constant surveillance, cruelty and a shock collar, things are only getting worse for him in his new position.

Content: superpowers, electrocution

Crossed Out by @whumblr

Ongoing

A defense attorney ends up in prison and attempts to keep his integrity in the face of ever-increasing brutality.

Content: captivity, beatings, prison

Poster Child by @darkthingshappen

Ongoing (I think?)

The son of political activists is imprisoned by their enemies--the WRU. They plan to condition him into being a pet, and he is determined not to let them.

Content: BBU, rape, captivity, sensory deprivation

Brother's Keeper by @darkthingshappen

Completed

A man is abducted from his home under cruel conditions and flown to russia, finding out that he is being held prisoner until his brother can pay his debt--and in the meantime, Ben is being tortured and filmed.

Content: cruel whumper, beatings, electrocutions, rape, caning, burning

Secrecy by @doomeddestination

Ongoing

An amateur spy is caught by an enemy and interrogated using increasingly cruel torture methods. Eventually he is left the choice of spilling the information, or death.

Content: captivity, rape, violence, manipulation

Home is Where the Hurt Is by @whumblr !

Completed (I think)

A journalist is blackmailed into allowing an old enemy to abuse him relentlessly after work every day, but when he uncovers more details about his attacker, he realizes his own life is at stake.

Content: hiding marks of abuse, beatings, violence, sadistic whumper

Weeks by @scarletfish8eta

Completed

A young man is kidnapped and held for ransom by a violent woman coping with grief in some very unhealthy ways. As his boyfriend and the police work to find him, an old friend of his kidnapper shows up. Their conflict threatens his safety in a whole new direction.

Content: kidnapping, beatings, phobia, sexual assault

These are all really beautiful. I have read a lot of tumblr whump stories lately, and these are the ones I would definitely read again.

*applause*

Here's a link to my previous list of faves for more great stories.

[weeksxvillainsview]

YMO AU Character Guide

Which series they're originally from, and which AU arc they appear in- (1) Your Move, (2) My Move, and (3) Our Move

Villain's View by @whumpsmith / @villainsview WEEKS by @scarletfish8eta

Chase Fetcher (aka Fetch) (VV) — Dashing mercenary. Erick’s not-dad, Jaime’s real dad (1) Your Move, (2) My Move, and (3) Our Move

Erick James (VV) — Little guy. Victim of Fetch. (1) Your Move, (2) My Move, and (3) Our Move

Lavender Rhodes (Weeks) — Menace. Kidnapper of Thomas. (1) Your Move, (2) My Move, and (3) Our Move

Mateo Keller (Weeks) — Piece of shit. Human trafficker. Pedophile (1) Your Move (mentioned) and (2) My Move

Daniel Delaney (Weeks-ish) — Wannabe Mateo, but rich (2) My Move and (3) Our Move

Thomas Wong (Weeks) — Perfect boi. Victim of Lavender (1) Your Move

Detective Davidson (YMO Exclusive) — Dirty cop. Helps Mateo because money (3) Our Move

Officer Moreno (YMO Exclusive) — Stupid dirty cop. Helps Mateo because horny (3) Our Move

Jaime Fetcher (VV) — Best girl. Fetch’s baby (1) Your Move and (3) Our Move

Jonas (VV) — Also best girl. Very beautiful very powerful. Hates Fetch (2) My Move and (3) Our Move

Keira Thorne (VV) — Also best girl. Rides a bike. Also hates Fetch (2) My Move and (3) Our Move

Curtis (Weeks-ish) — Sleazy idiot. Works for Mateo (1) Your Move

Virgil Vaughn (Weeks-ish) — Weenie prone to bullying (2) My Move

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I animated my friend @scarletfish8eta 's OC chaiyo for the second day of mermay! He's a little stuck rn

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don't fight it by scarletfish8eta

[villainsview]

Part 2

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After being effectively kicked out so Fetch and Lavender could discuss a plan involving him as bait, Erick decided to pick his battles and this one wasn’t going to be it. He trusted that Fetch would keep his best interest in mind, and he wouldn’t just leave him at the mercy of a man like that Mateo guy. No, he trusted his…somewhat unconventional guardian as much as he trusted him with his money.

It had taken a lot to earn that kind of trust. He had to prove his loyalty time and time again before Fetch finally trusted Erick to go out on his own, and he still felt he only managed to get this far since the one time they had no choice. One of Fetch’s targets had gotten so badly injured, Fetch couldn’t leave their side long enough to go out and buy some supplies from the corner drugstore, so he tossed his wallet at Erick and told him to go.

Erick had made sure to prove his worth by grabbing all the kinds of items Fetch had mentioned, without taking too long. The target survived, Fetch was handsomely rewarded and in turn, Erick was also rewarded with a little bit more freedom. First in the shape of store runs, or even to pick up takeout, and eventually he was allowed to go out on walks, so long as he picked his moments and didn’t mess up Fetch’s schedule one way or another.

Milk, eggs, cheese, bread and fruit…

Erick repeated the list in his thoughts as he walked towards the little town they had driven through on their way to the cabin. It was a lovely quiet town with only some locals just going about their business, not caring about the blond teen as he entered the general store.

Erick picked up a basket, finding the bread first. He knew which type Fetch preferred, double-checking the ingredients to make sure it had enough fibre, before adding it to the basket. Next were the eggs. A box of six should be enough for now. He carefully checked each egg for cracks before adding them to his basket. There wasn’t a lot of choice among the cheese, so he settled for the cheapest one, before grabbing two cartons of milk.

Fetch had said one would be enough, but he tended to miscalculate how much he would use and then run out. And with Lavender as a distraction, he probably wouldn’t even realise the discrepancy. Lastly was the fruit. It all looked pretty fresh…so he could probably grab whatever? 

“Excuse me.”

Erick snapped out of his thoughts as a man reached past him to pick up some apples.

“Sorry,” Erick said, stepping aside so he could reach easier.

“You looked like you were miles away,” the man said.

“Mhm, just trying to decide which fruit to bring back,” Erick said, stepping a little further away from the man to look at the oranges.

Fetch liked oranges. He never said it out loud, but it was the fruit he saw him eating the most. They looked fresh, and according to the promotional sign they were the sweetest oranges in the world. He added a couple to his basket, before getting in line at the one register, just behind the apple man.

He carried only one apple, which seemed a bit odd, but who was he to judge? The girl behind the register seemed to judge just a tiny bit.

“Will that be all, sir?” she asked, raising a brow as she rang up the single apple.

“It’s just a snack for the road,” the man said, getting his wallet out, “a dollar should cover it, right?”

“Yeah, and your change?”

“Keep it,” the man said, placing the bill down and picking up his apple, “have a good one.”

“You too, sir,” the girl said, changing her expression to a smile as Erick stepped up next.

“Hey. You want me to bag that for you?”

“Paper bag, please,” Erick replied, waiting for her to slowly ring up his total while she packed his items in a paper bag.

He managed to stay well under budget, though he knew Fetch hadn’t even counted the money he gave him. Still, he would probably be pleased to get the majority of it back. He paid, received his change and the receipt, took his bag and headed out the store.

He started walking back to the cabin, considering taking it easy and taking in some sights as he reached the edge of the town. He had no idea how much time Fetch and Lavender would need alone and what they were getting up to.

His mind went someplace, but he quickly shook the thought away. Fetch disliked her far too much for that, and Lavender wouldn’t be a fan either…probably. Either way, he had other things to focus on and worry about as a white sedan slowly pulled up beside him.

“Hey kid!”

That’s weird. It was the man with the one apple. Erick was immediately suspicious. Fetch had taught him a couple methods so he knew what to look out for ever since he gained the freedom to go off on his own every once in a while.

Most people were just open for a friendly chat, and limited engagement was okay to avoid suspicion. But if they approached you twice, they wanted something from you.

“I don’t talk to strangers,” Erick said, making sure to keep his distance from the vehicle, in case there was a second person hiding behind the tinted windows of the backseat.

“I’m not a stranger, we just met!” the man said, “Also I know Fetcher. You want a ride back?”

“No,” Erick said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on,” the man said, “he hasn’t told you about me? He sure told me a lot about you. Erick, right?”

“You’re terrible at this,” Erick said, taking another step away from the car, “most people who know Fetch don’t like him.”

The man’s smile faltered. There wasn’t anyone else on the road, so Erick knew he would have to run. He took one step to continue, and the man drove his car into his path, blocking his route before getting out.

Erick dropped his bag of groceries. He had to run around the car now, with the risk that the man would intercept him, but it was the only route he could take. He tried to run widely around the man, but he was pretty fast as well. He managed to grab the boy by his arm. He tried to pull free but nearly lost his balance as the man yanked him back.

Time for plan B.

“HELP!”

“Fuck— Shut up!” the man hissed, clamping a hand over the boy’s mouth.

Erick’s struggle increased, trying to kick at the man behind him while yanking on his arm with both hands to get his hand off.

“Ow! You little fucker—”

The man nearly lost his grip, needing his free hand to pull something from his pocket while Erick had begun to try and jab his elbow behind him. If he could just get him to let go he could run back to the cabin for help.

However, just when he thought he was making good progress, he suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his side, spreading quickly through his entire body. He choked out a muffled cry, feeling his knees give in. Before he knew it, he smacked against the asphalt, coughing as he struggled to take in air. His vision was blurry and the world was spinning. He tried to get to his feet, but his arms and legs wouldn’t listen to him.

“Should’ve just taken the ride, kid,” the man said, beginning to drag the boy towards the car.

There was nothing Erick could do for a good while. If the man were less clumsy he would’ve already gotten him in the car and driven away, but he struggled a bit to get the boy in the backseat of his car. About halfway in, Erick began moving again.

He was too weak to push the man off of him, and noticing the boy begin to move, the man pinned his arms down, but he was still hovering over him. Erick wasn’t planning on giving up just yet and flung his head forward, hitting the man square in the jaw with his forehead.

“ACK! You little—”

The man wasted no further energy and reached for his taser again, hitting the boy in the chest with a short burst to numb him again. He waved the device in his field of vision.

“If you keep that up you’ll get more!” he warned, before making use of the stunned state of the teen to walk around the car and pull him further in from the other side.

He closed one door, so they wouldn’t be visible from the road at least. Erick groaned in pain, his side and chest feeling beyond bruised in the places where he got tased, while his whole body felt sore. His sluggish state allowed the man to grab some supplies from the passenger’s seat, wrenching the boy’s hands behind him.

Something surprisingly soft wrapped around his wrist, before it was pulled tighter, his other wrist quickly following after. The man fumbled a bit more with the ligature, the clinking of a chain sounding before his wrists were forced closer together.

“Ah!” Erick gasped, finding his voice back, “wh-what do you want?”

“A little cooperation would be nice,” the man said, grabbing for more restraints.

“Fuck you!”

He tried kicking at him, but his legs felt heavy and they were easily pinned down as well. More of the soft ligature was wrapped and tightened around his ankles, before they were forced closer together as well. The man pushed him to sit up on his knees, grabbing his shirt and pinning him against the back of the seat.

“Settle down!” he said.

“Hell no!” Erick spat back.

“Feisty, aren’t you?” the man said, “damn…he said this would be easy.”

“Who said?” Erick asked, but the man didn’t tell.

Instead he grabbed a chain, pulling it around the headrest of the seat, as well as the boy’s throat before pulling it tight. Erick’s breath caught in his throat, literally, as the chain pressed on his windpipe, before the man thankfully loosened the chain a couple notches, before securing it in place with what looked like a padlock.

“Best not squirm around too much,” he said, “we don’t want you slipping off your seat and suffocating yourself.”

Lastly he attached the bindings around his ankles to those around his wrists so he couldn’t use his legs to catch himself, effectively trapping him.

“You’ll pay for this!” he hissed, pressing back against the seat a bit to relieve the strain on his throat.

“No, no,” the man said, “I’m getting paid for this. But don’t you worry your pretty little head over that.”

“Let me go,” Erick said.

The man didn’t seem in a hurry, so perhaps he could stall him long enough to get him in trouble.

“That’s not up to me,” the man said, “not that I would even if it were.”

“So you’re not even in charge of whatever this is?” Erick said, “no wonder you’re so bad at— Ack!”

He was cut off as the man yanked on his shirt, the chain tightening just enough to make it too difficult to talk.

“Silence,” the man hissed, “you’re lucky I forgot to bring a gag or you’d be choking on that too.”

“Ghn…f-fuck…you!”

The man sighed and let go of him, grabbing the final item that he did remember to bring; A leather blindfold, which fit tightly but surprisingly comfortable. He tried to shake it off, but that also only worsened the strain on his throat, so he stopped, catching his breath.

He felt a pat on his cheek before the car wobbled slightly as the man got out. The door slammed closed, and he could hear him get behind the wheel, before driving off.

It didn’t seem like he made a turn, so they would come up on the cabin if he continued to follow the road. He had to guess the distance a bit, but they should be coming close…

“FETCH! HE—”

Startled by the boy’s sudden yelling, the man slammed the brakes, causing Erick to jolt forward and choke on the chain again, cutting off his yelling.

“Don’t do that!” the man snapped, quickly continuing as he was indeed quite close to the beach-side cabin.

Erick tried only a couple more times whenever he thought he could hear people nearby, but stopped after the man threatened him with the taser again. It was frustrating. Even if the windows were tinted, the man still left him in a very visible position. If he could just attract anyone’s attention…but he wasn’t given the chance.

And before he knew it, the sounds of other traffic got less and less and less and less…until finally the engine cut and there was complete silence, broken only by Erick’s coughing, and the man fumbling with his car keys before getting out.

Erick’s legs were freed, though the cuffs stayed on, and the chain was taken off of his throat too. He was dragged out of the car, blindly led to…wherever. They stopped to open a door, before entering whatever building they were at.

Erick tried to rely on his other senses. It smelled like the woods, and he could hear leaves rustling in the wind. Twigs and leaves crunched under their feet, before their steps were muted by a kind of carpet. The building smelled musty, as if it hadn’t been too well maintained. The door they had stepped through closed with a click, followed by a second click as it was locked.

“Get down you!” the man hissed, pushing the boy against the floor.

He couldn’t catch himself and face planted on the carpet, feeling the grime and inhaling some dust. Why were these hideout places always so disgusting?

“Hey, it’s me,” the man’s voice sounded a little further away as he’d entered another room, “yeah I got him. It wasn’t as easy as you said it would be, damn it…”

“If you managed, Delaney then it probably was as easy. You just need a little more practice.”

Of course it was Mateo on the other side of the line, though Erick couldn’t hear that part. He did his best to try and figure out the context from the man— Delaney’s words alone.

“I’ll have to restrain him better before I take the pictures. What I’d done in a hurry looked horrible, I can do much better than that,”

“Whatever,” Mateo said, “just don’t dawdle at that place too long. If she’s teamed up with him again they’ll be on to you soon enough.”

“Ugh, what does she see in him?” Delaney sighed, “he’s ugly and like twice her age.”

“Focus, my friend,” Mateo said, “take the pictures, send me a copy, get the hell out of there and bring him to me. And remember to save him for me. Best you can do is warm him up a little.”

“So much for that extended private session,” Delaney grumbled a bit, “he’s got more fight in him than you said he would have. Are you sure you don’t want me to tame him a little bit?”

“Emphasis on little bit,” Mateo said, “try to keep the fight alive. I’ll enjoy breaking him…”

“You’re killing me, Mateo,” Delaney said with a sigh, before hanging up.

He turned back to Erick, who had managed to sit upright, using the wall for support, and was trying to make his way back to the door, but was easily pulled back.

“Where do you think you’re going, hm~?”

“Don’t touch me!” Erick snapped, pulling out of his grip, but that only caused him to fall on the floor again.

Delaney laughed.

“You don’t get a say in the matter,” he said, “though don’t be surprised when you’ll be begging for more by the time I’m done with you…”

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[whumpsmith]

OC Talk~

Jonas

A professional with HIGH standards and crisp white shirts

more about he under the cut

Mah gawd where to begin...

Jonas is a mob boss' personal assistant, torture expert, and guard dog. His trademarks are his crisp white shirts and leather gloves.

This man CLAWED his way from rags to riches. Born and raised in white trash/trailer park -esque family/environment he was an easy target for local gangs, but little did they know, they were trying to groom a psychotic motherfucker into their ranks. In his late teens he pretty much ran the underworld in his town until they were suddenly overrun by a bigger gang.

Jonas found himself in the clutches of Tito Rana, the head of the rival gang that all but wiped them out. He resists at first, Tito tries to get his men beat some manners into him, but he ends up admiring the young man's tenacity and offers him a deal instead - Jonas sees his chance to take over an even bigger organisation and works HARD to earn Tito's trust.

He makes a complete 180 from street kid to sophisticated fucker, taking Tito's lessons on manners to heart to win his trust and get close enough, and suddenly he gets promoted to personal assistant?? He did NOT see that coming, but it turns out Tito wasn't born yesterday and Jonas' promotion is very much a "keep your enemies closer" kind of deal.

Jonas is conflicted at first. He's in charge of pretty much the entire organisation just like he wanted, but he's also being held on a tight leash by his boss. Still, over time and through various incidents he mellows out a bit and learns to respect Tito for real, though the urge to hurt him is still there in the back of his mind~

He's good at his job. Tito can ask him for anything and he'll find a way to make it happen. His favourite assignments are the ones where he gets to personally extract information from someone, because he's still a lil psycho and loves breaking people into tiny little pieces.

His least favourite job is recruiting, especially after bringing Fetch on board. He worked so hard to get where he was, and now this new guy is besties with his boss?? The audacity. He gets to take out some frustration on him tho. [dead dove! Mind the tags!]

Jonas has more good sides to him though! Besides being an expert torturer, he's also kind of an ally. He will use your preferred pronouns, whether you're a guest or a victim, and he certainly won't judge your romantic/sexual interests considering his own (secret) partner is non-binary. Their name is Angel and they're secret because he hasn't told anyone at work he started dating them.

Fun fact: He always goes by just 'Jonas' and when asked about his last name he'll always give a different answer. Not to be extra or mysterious, but because he's gotten tired of having to explain that his name really is Jonas Jonas - that's it. That's his name.

Anyway! Here's an awesome portrait @scarletfish8eta made and you can read some stories in which he appears here, here and here

[tsukareta819]

Awww thank you for mentioning me @scarletfish8eta !

And thank you to everyone for inspiring me as both an artist and a writer! I'm glad I'm more active on Tumblr now :)

Saw someone do this. Thought it would be fun!

End of year important people list (whump community edition!)

Reblog and tag all of your favorite whump creators, friends in the whump community, anyone in the whump community really, and let them know how much you care about them!

[tmadeaddovezine]

In our next preview, Gerry finds himself the filling of a Hunter sandwich in a Gerry/Julia/Trevor art by @scarletfish8eta! Kinks include noncon and bondage.

[weeksxvillainsview]

WEEKS by Stab: Lavender abucts perfect little Thomas for a hefty ransom, taunting his boyfriend, his family, and the police while they try to hunt her down. When an old friend of Lavender's named Mateo shows up, Thomas is in more danger than ever before. Contains bondage, noncon elements, knife violence. Start reading here!

Villain's View by Max: Fetch is a mercenary with a variety of skills, so being hired to hold a teen for ransom isn't too out of the ordinary. But what if, after weeks of keeping him alive against all odds, that ransom doesn't get paid? CW: kidnapping, bondage, torture, stockholm/lima syndrome Read now on @villainsview!

Your Move, My Move and Our Move, aka Yours, Mine & Ours or YMO is the beautiful crossover lovechild between Weeks and VV

STAB (it/he/they)- artist and sometimes writer on tumblr as @scarletfish8eta (same username everywhere- deviantart, twitter, bsky, etc). Specializes in bondage and Guys In Distress!

Max (she/they), chronic reblogger on @whumpsmith (main), event participant on @whumpsmith-participates, also exist on deviantart, twitter and bsky.

Written and illustrated by Stab: Mateo hires Fetch to steal Lavender's hostage. She retaliates by stealing Fetch's hostage. Contains kidnapping, bondage, torture, knife/gun violence, mentions of SA.

COMPLETE! 15k words. also available on deviantart, wattpad, and pixiv. a full PDF compilation is also on gumroad and itchio.

Intro Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Written by Max and illustrated by Stab: Mateo recruits Daniel Delaney to get back at Fetch for abandoning his job. Delaney kidnaps Erick, and Fetch and Lavender team up to get him back. Contains kidnapping, bondage, torture, knife/gun violence, SA.

COMPLETE! also available on deviantart. You can also download all the art and timelapse videos on gumroad.

Intro story | art Chapter 1 story | art Chapter 2 story | art Chapter 3 story | art Chapter 4 story | art Chapter 5 story | art Chapter 6 story | art Chapter 7 story | art Chapter 8 story | art Chapter 9 story | art Chapter 10 story | art Chapter 11 story | art Chapter 12 story | art Chapter 13 story | art Chapter 14 story | art Chapter 15 story | art Chapter 16 story | art

Written by Max and illustrated by Stab: Delaney hires crooked cops to abduct Fetch as revenge for what happened in Our Move. Lavender hunts them down. Contains kidnapping, bondage, torture, knife/gun violence, mentions of SA. Writing complete, art 50% complete. currently only available to read on deviantart.

Intro story | art Chapter 1 story | art Chapter 2 story | art Chapter 3 story | art Chapter 4 story | art Chapter 5 story | art Chapter 6 story | art Chapter 7 story | art Chapter 8 story | art Chapter 9 story | art Chapter 10 story | art Chapter 11 story | art Chapter 12 story | art Chapter 13 story | art Chapter 14 story | art Chapter 15 story | art Chapter 16 story | art Chapter 17 story | art Chapter 18 story | art Chapter 19 story | art Chapter 20 story | art

YMO Character Guide

[3-2-whump]

This here is what inspired me to make a scar/tattoo reference for my OC in the first place. From then til now @scarletfish8eta never misses

ref of Thomas’ injuries

plus a little drabble–

After he’s rescued, he tries to go right back to normal and go to school and all that, but everyone wants him to take a few days off. Because seriously, he needs some time, right? But noooo he insists on going back immediately. He missed too much school and he wants to see everyone again. He just wants to leave what happened behind. He and his parents compromise and he waits only a day before going to school again. So the kid’s getting ready that morning, doing his regular routine. The hot water from the shower seems to bite at his raw skin, and the soap stings a little too. He can ignore it, but when he pulls a towel around himself, it just feels too rough. Thomas carefully pats himself dry, then turns and catches a look at the mirror. Oh. He hadn’t seen how bad it was. He puts on a long-sleeved collared shirt. To hide all the stuff, you know. But it feels too restricting. The fabric bunches up on his arms and rubs against the cuts. So he switches to his favorite t-shirt, a soft grey v-neck with a little pocket. You can see more of the red marks all over his arms, but at least it’s more comfortable. He can deal with this. It’s not so bad. And then later when he gets to school, he takes his usual path down the halls to Nico’s locker where he meets him every morning, but it feels unfamiliar. Some of the students stare or whisper, which he can handle, but on top of that his typical path around the tangles of people feels like it filled in with his absence. He feels betrayed. No, not really, but… it hurts.

[guys-in-distress-database]

My Favourite GID Content Creators

I’ve been bogged down by life a bit lately, so my apologies for not keeping things updated regularly. That being said, I want to take a bit of detour and talk about something I’ve been wanting to add to the blog for a while. 

GID in popular media is all good and fun, but there are so many great GID content creators here on the internet who I feel should not get left behind. If you’ve been into GID for a while, no doubt you know who these artists are, but if you’re new to the community, then I wholeheartedly recommend you check these artists out. Just please be respectful toward the artists and their work.

And also keep in mind that these are just my personal favourites, so I didn’t cover everyone. 

Scarletfish8eta

Tumblr: @scarletfish8eta

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/scarletfish8eta

Distressed-Mess

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/distressed-mess

Ming-gid

Tumblr: @ming-gid

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/ming-gid

Sushi4427

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/sushi4427

Tsukareta819

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/tsukareta819

SilverDragon1715

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/silverdragon1715

Bowen12a

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/bowen12a

Vulnerix

Deviantart: https://www.deviantart.com/vulnerix

[zineofgid]

It's that time again where we get to put our lovely mods in the Spotlight! Today you get to meet our incredible Director and Shipping Manager, Stab! You can find them on most social medias as scarletfish8eta  (aside from Instagram), and you can view a beautiful art piece below!

Weeks Part 26 Redraw

P.S. Don't forget about our contributor applications! They'll be open until March 31st! Contributor Application