#torture mention

[yandere--stuck]

NEED to know your thoughts on a yandere bill cipher

⚠️ Listen, pal, I KNOW why you're reading this. You've got a crush on YOURS TRULY! That's right, buddy, the cat's outta the bag! Well, not like the cat was ever really in the bag to begin with. What? Didn't think my all-seeing eye would spy you making goo-goo eyes at artistic depictions of me? AHAHA, aw, hey! Nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not like I can blame you, I mean, have you met me? A winning personality, great sense of humor, beautiful singing voice - I'm a total catch! And between you and me, you have better taste than the rest of your species’ population.

👁 There are probably numerous reason why you like stuff like this: The obsession, the possessive behavior, the VIOLENCE. Sure sounds like romance to ME! But as for you… Is it the abandonment issues? Lack of validation in your life? Feeling misunderstood and ostracized by the world? Loneliness? A desire for an escape into a fictional world? Or are you like me? Is romance just no good without the true passion of twisted devotion and obsession? There's no need to LIE! We're kindred spirits, you and I.

⚠️ I know just how you feel. You've been kicked down, laughed at, and made to feel small. You've gone unappreciated by blind MORONS who wouldn't know greatness if it melted their eyeballs out their ears. Because you are MEANT for greatness. You are meant for something more, and I bet it burns you to know that. That you're better than all of them. That they're nothing without you, and they DESERVE nothing. They deserve to BE nothing. I know just how you feel because I was in your place. Surrounded by flat minds in a flat world with flat dreams. HA, and I sure showed them. WHO'S LAUGHING NOW, HUH? ME!!!!!!

👁 The point is, I know you. I've had my eye on you for quite a while, kid. Q U I T E A W H I L E. And might I say, out of all the flesh bags that have clogged my vision over the centuries, YOU'RE clearly the best looking outta all of ‘em, hot stuff. But looks aren't everything, of course! You've got a personality to match. Gotta admit, it's cute how you get so invested in your interests, the little hobbies you pick up, just watching you go about your day is like the universe’s greatest reality TV show starring my favorite person in the multiverse! OH, I could just decaptiate you and nuzzle your fleshy little head in an approximation of a kiss right now!!!

⚠️ So, c'mon, just let me in. Shake my hand! Let's make a deal. No matter how big or small! And it’s not just for the purpose of liberating your dimension, no. I want to really get under your skin. To feel what it's like to be in the body of my favorite person. As close as two beings can get, closer than you can get with unworthy specimens of your own kind, more intimate than any experience in the world. I want to be that close to you. Because you're mine. You're MY HUMAN and NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT. Y'HEAR ME?

👁 So, you might as well accept that you and me are destined, kid. The signs are all there. So, if I were you (and I could be, if you'd just let me), I'd do this the easy way. Because right now, there's two ways this can go down. The easy way: You summon me, and we make a deal. Anything your precious human heart desires - and more! You'll be my precious human pet, my puppet, my toy. Mine to own and have rule beside me! You'll prove everyone who put you down wrong! Anything you want - love, money, fame, worship, vengeance - it'll all be yours, and I'll give it to you. Because I want you to be happy. Because I want what's best for you. Because I’M the only one who actually cares about you. Everything you wanted will be yours. And there'll be an eternal party to celebrate our eternal love… Or, you could do this the hard way. Cause I'm gettin’ outta here one way or another. And when I do, well… I don't think you'd like being locked up in The Love Cage to be TORTURED until you reciprocate my feelings and see the light. I'd say I wouldn't want to, but that'd be lying. So, it's probably not a good idea to give me more of a reason to. So, whaddaya say? You know you deserve the best. Shake my hand and join the winning team. Either way, you're mine.

[antonymziie]

more prismbreak billford doodles...

i debated whether or not to keep the text for the top-left sketch for an hour, but i've seen worse on this hellsite. so freaky ford is staying in this sketch set.

[whumpupthejam]

so, what if she finds him hiding in the hayloft and he’s horrifically injured (and also poisoned) and she has to heal him, but she’s not super great at it yet and it’s excruciating for him and he has to be quiet because if anyone else finds him he’ll be taken back to the people who tortured him and want him to be a weapon of mass destruction for them and he’s really scared and just wants to be free and he also thinks she’s really pretty but tries to hide it bc it confuses him and she feels like he’s a lost cat she needs to nurse back to health. what then?

[whumperofworlds]

Whumper: Now I'm going to torture you!

Whumpee: Nuh uh.

Whumper:

Whumper: The fuck you mean "nuh uh"?

[whumpitisthen]

Whumper who is part of the team 💞

I left a bit of a tag dump on a largely unrelated post about how much I adore Whumper who is part of the good guy team, and I have decided to make a post about it as the more I think about this concept the less normal I become so here it is

Whumper is part of the team, but everyone knows to be wary of them

Although they are dangerous, scary and even sadistic at times, everyone agrees that having their power and intelligence on our side is much better than to have them be on the enemy team instead

Because of what they bring to the team — and also because everyone is a little scared of them — Whumper's faults are a little easier tolerated than other teammates', and a young Whumpee who always gets in trouble and hasn't really had the time to get to know Whumper might find this blatant favouritism a little frustrating

Whumper also doesn't have to train all the time, or be present for strategy briefings, or to even really go out on missions with the team. They are always on their own, left to do their own thing, go on special, dangerous missions and the rest of the plan the team must follow tends to center around Whumper

A rookie Whumpee may be annoyed that Whumper gets to do all that, they may become curious of what Whumper really does, or even start idolising Whumper, because they are clearly so strong and smart and trusted, they must be so cool. They probably should not do any of that.

Nobody bothers Whumper when they're in a bad mood. Nobody enters Whumper's room under any circumstances, especially not alone. Nobody shall mention "the previous Whumpee" around Whumper. If Whumper is in a strange, unsettling mood, and seems a bit too friendly and interested in you specifically, you excuse yourself and make a swift escape from the situation. Call Leader if Whumper won't leave you alone. These, and many more rules are set in stone at HQ, and Whumpee is more than a little terrified of Whumper every time they learn of another weird unspoken rule that everyone knows to follow

Whumper loves rookies, and tends to play up their mysterious, dangerous persona in front of them for fun. A disgruntled Medic bumbles something about not letting Whumper get to them, but Whumpee has been sufficiently got to already, staring at Whumper with wide eyes

For whatever reason, Whumper and Whumpee are on a solo mission together. Whumpee is intimidated by Whumper, a little scared that they will follow up on a threat or insinuation they had made before about hurting them, but what actually happens is that Whumpee gets to witness first-hand the brutal efficiency and cruelty with which Whumper works, watching as they tear through the problem effortlessly, mowing through an operation that would have taken the rest of the team a whole week and careful planning to succeed at. Whumper tells them this was just a small favour, nothing major. They finally start understanding Whumper, and why they are such an important part of the team

Whumper leaves for a while, and Whumpee's first time hearing about them is through a desperate team begging them to come back when they face an unkillable, unspeakably powerful threat that they tried and failed to stop. Whumper shows up last minute, and fixes the issue in the snap of a finger with a smile on their face, mentioning how Leader could've just told them how much they missed them and they would've come back

The absolute, horrid carnage Whumper leaves after 'fixing' the team's issue leaves the whole team speechless, suddenly reminded in a massive, unbelievable show of strength and cruelty of just how powerful Whumper truly is. Whumpee has a lot of questions about Whumper for the team after that, namely: who the hell was that?; what the hell did they just do?; and oh my god, what the fuck?

After days of missing, Whumpee is found in Whumper's room tied to a chair, evidently kept there and tortured. Whumpee is so glad to have been found, yelling about how Whumper has always been so weird and unsettling, and how they bullied them and abused them all the time, and how they can't wait for them to be gone, but Medic has to tell them with an aching heart as they fix up their countless injuries that they always knew Whumper hurt them, and that they can't do much about it. Not even Leader can get them to behave without fucking up the system they have in place, and they simply can't afford to do that to the entire rest of the team. The best Whumpee can do is avoid them, or leave the team altogether — but Whumper might go catch them again if they try.

Whenever the team fails to interrogate someone, Whumper is sent in. They are always successful. Whumpee is sent down to ask if Whumper found out what they need to know, and is horrified by the state of the prisoner. Even worse, once they hear everything they need to know, Whumper ushers them out, ready to continue the torture. Whumpee innocently asks them what for if they already know everything they need to, and Whumper pauses to grin at them and ask if they want to join and see.

For a more found family type team: Whumper joins the dinner table for the first time. Everyone falls quiet. Or alternatively: Whumper stops having dinner with them. Whumpee grows concerned and brings a plateful up to Whumper's room. They do not appreciate it as much a Whumpee thought they would. This can go in so many different directions from soft fluff to just horrible awful times

Whumper reminds Leader of how voluntary their subordinacy is by roughing them or a teammate up a bit and showing them how helpless they would be if they decided to get on Whumper's bad side

Whumper is Leader.

Whumper is Medic

Whumper is indesposable

A hostage taken from the enemy confesses to how badly Whumper hurt their own teammates all the time, and shows some very nasty scars Whumper left on them too. The team is horrified

Whumper has something to hide, so they don't let their ex teammate spill anything, killing them before they can, or shutting them up any time they try

Whumper has nothing to hide, and listens with a grin as all their past cruelty is brought forth again. As if the team that they work for wouldn't already be more than aware of all that and more. Well if they weren't, now they can add all that to the list filled with their more recent cruelties

Whumper "accidentally" hurting Whumpee all the time. Whumpee is intimidated into not saying anything about what's really going on

Whumper slowly softening up to their new wholesome team. They can eventually grow fond enough to not be a colossal asshole to them all the time. Or they could go more in the "if anyone but me dares to hurt these idiots, there will be hell to pay" direction

Whumper is a cat. They claw at kind hands for no reason, they get the zoomies and cause chaos, they need to be fed on time or they become pissy, if they fall asleep on top of someone that someone will simply have to stay deathly still and wait for them to wake up because Whumper hates being woken up and once or twice a month they bring home half alive prey they caught to show off and play with. They also purr. If i have anything to say about it

They aren't close at all with the rest of the team yet. Whumper being here is a new thing. Everyone is on edge. It is unpleasant to share a room with this fucking maniac. Their eyes find teammates who they have history with, lingering on scars, or even fresh wounds hidden under clothes that they know fully well will never fade. Their smile is knowing and spiteful

"Does it hurt still? The cut I gave you? I remember how you screamed; it must ache still. How lucky that we are on the same team now, wouldn't you agree?"

No one knows Whumper at all. They are like a ghost. They show up, they do their job, they disappear. One day, Whumper stumbles into Medic's, and wordlessly climbs onto the table. Medic fixes them up with as few words as possible, and after a long, uncomfortable stare from Whumper, agrees to never say a single word about this to anyone

Whumper is a fighter. They live for the battlefield, having a little too much fun mowing down hordes of people. This is Whumpee's first time seeing them in action, and they can't help looking away right before Whumper crushes a defenseless, already incapacitated enemy's skull under their boot

Whumper knows the team way way way too well. They did stalk them for years before they joined. They know just how to get under their skin, and it's both infuriating and terrifying

Anyone who tries to break in at the dead of night answers to Whumper. The rest of the team may not even find out about the spy who tried to infiltrate them for a couple weeks, before Whumper decides to offhandedly mention that they have a hostage in their room and they are ready to talk

Here's the unhinged tags that inspired this if anyone wants to see

Masterlist | Ko-fi

[bambiraptorx]

Rise au with the whole 'Draxum kidnaps a turtle for nefarious and evil purposes' trope except the gargoyles are super not into it and actively trying to free said turtle

Like maybe they aren't super obviously going against it or anything (especially given the premise of their boss kidnapping a whole ass child and presumably more or less torturing them, he's probably not a guy you necessarily want to confront directly) but they are distinctly not playing along.

Cause the thing is, they've canonically been lying to him since the day he hired them and he presumably never figured that out (he probably would not have kept them around if he had) and they're kinda known for being 'stupid' and messing stuff up, so it wouldn't be all that hard for them to just. Do that on purpose.

For example: Draxum tells them to stop feeding the whichever turtle it is so that he can starve into compliance. A few days later he's like "damn why isn't starving them working" and the gargoyles are just like "oh we were supposed to be doing that? we forgor oopsie :("

or like

Draxum asks them to watch the turtle overnight, and the next morning they're like "oh did you mean keep them in the cage overnight? Cause we just let them out. Yeah for a stretch, a quick little run. Btw you're paying us overtime for that right?"

Draxum's like "well go find them you buffoons" and they're like "okay fine", and then come back half an hour later and are like "good news we figured out how to find the kid fast! we called yokai CPS :)"

[deluxewhump]

Not sure if this is anything but I really love the bakhauv and would love to see the boys explore the captive\prisoner\belonging\patient thing with Rune. I really love whumpetakers that still have ulterior\immoral motives but are kinda nice\morally conflicted about it. Would love to see rune start to trust the boys some more too, even if wrongly

yees this got me thinking about some interactions right after the last chapter, communication

the bahkauv- francis and rune scene

cw captivity, nonhuman whumpee, references to burning, clinical curiosity, carewhumpers, partial trust, touching

All night, he fought the instinct to run again. Though the urge came in waves, his escape attempt ended disastrously the first time, and no doubt would again. He was far from any wood or fen he recognized. The forest here was old and thick, and the road was traveled by too many humans to even think of using. And there was the other thing— the three travel companions who held him captive now were the least vicious men he’d come upon since his initial capture.

He slept as far from their campfire as he could get, for the heat hurt his new skin. He preferred shivering in the cold to the feeling of searing slowly. His captives allowed it, and did not force him closer than he wished. They kept a rope tied to his ankles, which led to Stephan’s waist where it was looped like a belt as he slept in his bedroll. Stephan was the largest of the three, with arms like the boughs of trees and a right hook that had rung Rune’s head like a rattle when he’d hit him. 

Still, any real punishment for his transgression— biting one of his captors and drawing blood— never came. At least not yet. He jumped when he felt a weight on him in them idle of the night. It was a second blanket, and it had been laid over him by Francis, who stood with his head cocked to one side, his silhouette blocking the black spires of the pines. “You’re shivering,” he explained. “You’re sure you won’t come closer? It won’t hurt you.”

Rune considered explaining that even the moderate heat of a campfire did hurt, because his skin was newly formed and highly sensitive. It was sensitive to the ropes on his ankles, the scratchy blankets given to him. It could be foolish to bring attention to such an exploitable weakness. He had explained his bite to Stephan was non venomous, but that was because he had to. He should not explain how easy it was to hurt him when he was freshly regenerated. But Francis was curious. He climbed down to the cold earth beside Rune and sat cross legged looking at him. “What can I say to convince you?”

Rune shook his head. 

“Nothing? Truly?"

“It’s not you,” Rune offered. He should offer something. They had been so soft with him. 

“What is it then?”

Rune glanced about to  make sure Stephan and Arthur were still asleep. “It’s hot,” he shrugged. “It hurts my skin.”

Francis narrowed his eyes. “Even just sitting beside it like we do?”

Rune squirmed.

“It’s alright,” Francis said, sensing his discomfort. There was something eager in his posture that Rune found unsettling, even if he was always so concerned, always trying to help.  “Is it always like that?”

“No,” Rune admitted miserably. “I’m…” he pushed his arm out of the blankets to show the virgin sheen of his forearm in the dim light of the camp. “I’m all... new.”

“Of course,” said Francis, eyes widening in realization. “It's never been in sunlight, or water, or anything…never had a scratch, or even a touch.” He reached for Rune’s arm and then hesitated, waiting for him to draw back or allow the contact. Heart pounding, Rune placed his wrist in his captor’s hand, remembering every touch of the hunters who held him for so many weeks. A gentle thumb brushed over the underside of Rune’a wrist, back and forth. It was not to elicit any sort of reaction in him, but to marvel at the new skin and its properties. “Any man burned like that would have died…” he murmured as if to himself. “You're immune to festering. To infection.”

Rune’s temples and armpits itched as a sheen of sweat broke cold over his body. He tensed his arm and shoulder, not quite daring to pull away. As if awoken from a trance, Francis noticed and let him go. He pulled his arm back beneath the blankets. Blankets Francis had given him, he reminded himself. For presumably no reason other than his comfort.

“I study disease,” Francis told him. 

“You’re a healer?”

Francis scrunched his face in partial disagreement. “Not in the usual sense of the word. More studying. You don’t suffer the same way humans do.” He realized his mistake when Rune’s eyes flashed up to his. He held up his hand, a gesture that seemed among humans to mean he meant no harm. “I didn’t mean you don’t feel pain. I know you do. I misspoke. I mean you don’t suffer the same consequences for things as we do. Like infection. Your wounds heal without festering. Is that protective magic, or something in your physiology?”

Rune drew the blanket closer about himself. “I don’t know, sir.”

Francis seemed to sag. The eagerness went out of his shoulders and his oft-animated hands and he hung them limply from his knees instead. “I know,” he said in the low tones of an apology. “Of course you don’t. And call me Francis. I’m no knight.”

Rune nodded, eyes down. He managed not to flinch as his captor reached out and tousled his hair with a gentleness that bordered on timidity before retreating to his own bedroll.

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[echoingalaxies]

Whump drabbles, 3/100: burnout.

Caretaker hid their face in their hands, a pitiful attempt to hide their tears from Whumpee, who had just entered the room.

“You should be sleeping,” Caretaker mumbled.

Whumpee wasn’t supposed to see this side of them. No weakness. No sadness. Whumpee was the one who had suffered, been tortured – Caretaker should be able to handle this.

Whumpee quietly sat beside them. “It’s me, isn’t it?”

Of course not, Caretaker wanted to say, but all they managed to choke out was: “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay...”

“It’s not.”

“Caretaker,” Whumpee whispered, placing their hand on Caretaker’s shoulder. “You’re only human, too.”

[zofi-persson-quotes]

Chosen: If I had a nickel for every time someone imprisoned and tortured me, I'd have two nickels... which isn't a lot and DOESN'T PAY MY THERAPY BILLS.

[boneyspades]

Remus: Day 45 trapped in the CIA torture facility!!! >_<

Remus: The agents still haven't found a torture method that doesn't make me moan just a little.. (⁠٥⁠↼⁠_⁠↼⁠)

Remus: today, the director lady told me "I hate you. I fucking hate you." and when I let out a soft littke moan at that too, she screamed...

Janus: what are they trying to get out of you?-...

Remus: apparently not moans :/

(bonus)

Logan: GET OUT- 🗣️🔥🗣️🔥🗣️🔥

↓based on this↓

[yandere--stuck]

Woah, woah, woah—THE WHAT NOW? LOVE CAGE?

That's it. You're going back to Euclydia. Oh wait, it's gone!

In this case, do you prefer 3D glasses or TV static? You're getting slapped with both anyway و( ᐛ )و

HAHAHAHAHA. VERY FUNNY, SMART ASS.

That's one of the things I love most about you. I love a good sense of humor. But YOU of ALL PEOPLE should know some jokes are just IN POOR TASTE.

I wonder how funny it'll be when you're chained up, on your hands and knees, vomiting your organs out of your body and then being forced to eat them.

All except your heart, of course. That belongs to me <3

[whumperofworlds]

Let's make an outline!

1. The beginning

2. The middle

3. Wait. Why did Character A get kidnapped?

4. No no no, why are you making them get tortured?

5. This is supposed to be a slow burn, fluffy fic, why are you doing this?!

6. WHY IS THERE WHUMP IN YOUR FLUFFY FIC

7. Ending

[whumpitisthen]

Two whumpees who are scared of each other:

Neither of them want trouble

They are both so afraid of being near the other they avoid each other constantly

They flinch away at the slightest touch like one person and their mirror image

They are strangers, they do not trust each other, they have been burned too many times in the past and they will not be burned again

They stare at each other from a distance, not daring to actually interact

They want to avoid a fight so bad that they won't even say a word

Whumper loves seeing them together because it's amusing how similar they are

Their uneasiness around the other is promptly forgotten when Whumper arrives

Whumpee can't have friends; Whumper doesn't want them to, and we all know what happens when Whumper sees Whumpee doing something they don't like

If hungry enough, they can be bribed with food to spend time in the other's vicinity

Non-human whumpees?! Two puppy boys being very nervous with pulled back ears and big sad eyes hiding behind their owner's legs

One Whumpee lives here and in theory should be more confident than the other one, seeing as they aren't the one in a strange unknown place. That confidence flees as soon as the Other Whumpee takes even a single step in their direction. They do not want to fight, they just want to keep an eye on them at all times.

They flinch back and the other one flinches back too. They cannot stop doing this

Caretaker basically has to pretend with each of them that the other doesn't exist. If they mentioned that their counterpart is in the room right across from them, Whumpee would not be able to sleep.

They sleep as far away from each other as the room they are kept in allows, backs to the wall, staying awake until they can't anymore

I think Whumper should collar them and bind them together with a short length of chain. For enrichment purposes... For me

One of them starts to finally unwind and gently tries to connect with the other. The other does Not react well. They are both scared again

One Whumpee has a lot of scars — must be a fighter -> scary

The Other Whumpee has no scars — must be a Really Good fighter -> scary

Whumpee looks just like the Other — must be just as desperate and unpredictable/their whumper must be just as bad/they must be at a similar level of strength as them, no guarantee to win if fight breaks out -> scary

One whumpee is scared because they have been tortured into perpetual fearfulness — the other has never been tortured, but sees how bad Whumpee has it, and being the newest addition to Whumper's collection has them just as terrified

Whumper forces them to interact. The forceful, scary nature of their meetings sets back their otherwise slow natural warming up to each other by miles, having the worst kind of counter effect. Seeing the other reminds them of that time Whumper made them sit and hold hands for hours with the threat of punishment if they disobeyed

They both escape. They see each other across the street. They freeze and stare, thrust back in time, stuck in their old frightened and cautious headspace. Their caretakers are perplexed.

[furiousgoldfish]

my parents: punishing and humiliating me under duress and torture for having any kind of reaction, for crying, for complaining, for getting angry, trying to fight back, breaking down or showing any kind of pain and fear

also my parents: increasingly annoyed when they can't easily get a reaction out of me and stooping to worse and more horrid provocations and violence to still be able to get a reaction

[dumblemonchickenwing]