#trigger mentions of torture

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 18

Revenge - Unreliable Narrator - Loss of Identity - "I see what's mine and take it" (Panic at the Disco)

Whumpee sobbed and curled in on themself to protect their stomach and other organs.

They were coming... running toward the room. Whumpee knew they were mad at them.

"I didn't do anything", Whumpee cried as their cell door was opened.

"Whumpee it's me", the figure dressed in a dark cloak knelt down.

"No please, I'm a good prisoner... please no more", Whumpee whimpered, "I'll do anything, just please... I-I can't handle anymore."

"Whumpee please, open your eyes. It's me Caretaker", Caretaker tried to cup Whumpee's cheek lovingly, but Whumpee turned their head away.

Whumpee could feel their shackles being removed. They squinted to see who it was.

"Please forgive me... please I don't know what I did.. please", Whumpee's voice cracked.

"Whumpee it's me... do you not recognize me?", Caretaker frowned.

"Ye-yes Master", Whumpee whispered weakly, "yo-you visited me yesterday with your whip.... I still remember your lesson."

"I-I wasn't here yesterday", Caretaker studied Whumpee for a few minutes before they were disturbed.

"Master, I did as you requested and placed your runes around this place. Do you need me to do anything else?", one of Caretaker's students peaked in.

"Ros-Rosemary?", Whumpee whimpered, "why are you here... with...? Caretaker is not safe to be around", Whumpee sobbed loudly.

Rosemary gave a questioning look to Caretaker.

"What's wrong with Whumpee Master?", Rosemary frowned.

"I have no idea" Caretaker continued to study Whumpee, "I have a feeling I may have to do some investigatory magic into what was done. I'm being seen as an enemy to my own student."

"Do they still have a spell attached? One that isn't removed by the castor's death", Rosemary came closer, "Whumper is dead.. I saw you kill them."

Whumpee watched as Caretaker covered one of their eyes. A glowing light shown from the visible eye as Caretaker scanned Whumpee.

"There are no spells or curses", Caretaker lowered their hand from their eye causing the light to diminish.

Caretaker pulled a knife from their boot, and reached for their cloak.

Whumpee timidly got up and ran for Rosemary.

Rosemary wrapped their arms around Whumpee in an embrace.

"Here", Caretaker cut away a long strip of fabric from their cloak and handed it to Rosemary, "blindfold them just in case I am being seen as Whumper or someone else."

Whumpee shook while the blindfold was tied.

"Don't take it off" Rosemary hugged the trembling Whumpee close again.

"Th-the bad thing might get me again", Whumpee whispered.

"We will not let anything hurt you Whumpee", Rosemary gently rubbed circles into Whumpee's back, "I promise."

"I need to enact my runes", Caretaker watched them both, "please get them to safety, and I will be out soon."

Rosemary nodded and started to guide Whumpee out.

Caretaker held their hand on the floor. They were able to track every step their students made until they left the building.

Caretaker traveled to the center of the building. As they sat they drew in all of the energies from their runes and called the energy forth to them.

"I am Caretaker, servant of Stolas and wielder of the magic and wisdom they share. I place my influence on this building with the runes that yield my power. May all who find this place be warned off by my protection. From this dark energy that haunts this place. I wish to protect them from it. As I say.... it will be done."

Rosemary smiled as they watched a beam of light erupt from the building and a giant owl form as a cloud above the the building.

"Wow", Rosemary exclaimed.

"What?", Whumpee had been hugged into Rosemary's chest for comfort.

"Master's power always amazes me. I hope one day we will have that much power", Rosemary smiled.

"But Master has hurt me since I came here... they've done unspeakable wrongs to me", Whumpee mumbled into the embrace.

Rosemary's heart ached for what Whumpee had been through and that their kind Master was being blamed for it.

They could see Caretaker walking out of the building now.

Rosemary waved to show their position, in which Caretaker waved back.

Caretaker sighed in relief after they finally got to Rosemary and Whumpee.

"I finally have my students back", Caretaker smiled and did a small finger wave to open a portal, "are we ready to go home to Kayden?"

"Kayden was supposed to graduate and leave your teachings?", Whumpee frowned, "where am I being taken?"

"Kayden decided to stay back while we searched for you. In case something bad happened, he could take over my teachings", Caretaker frowned, "you're being taken home to my Coventry. Where you will get some proper rest, and we will figure out what has happened."

Whumpee woke up the next morning and heard movement in the room.

"Who's there", they lifted their hand to the blindfold.

"Don't take it off", someone ordered, "it's me Kayden. I was coming to check on you."

"Kayden?", Whumpee whimpered, "I don't know who to trust and who not to."

Whumpee felt a hand on their shoulder, then another hand held their cheek.

Whumpee was about to pull away when they felt themself pull out of consciousness.

In their spirit form, they could see things that their naked eyes couldn't yet see.

"Could an imposter pull you into your spirit self?", a voice echoed.

Whumpee turned to see Kayden's spirit form smiling at them.

"Kayden", Whumpee reached out to hug them.

"It's okay Whumpee, you are safe. I know you have had a hard time for the last while. You are going to have to trust us. I will not allow anything or anyone to hurt you", Kayden snapped them back into the real existence, "though I think you need some healing work done. We can do that while Master works to find out what happened to you. This may hurt and be uncomfortable."

Whumpee knew Kayden was right. Sometimes healing hurt worse than the original cause of the pain.

Still Whumpee nodded. They felt more relieved to have Kayden do it. Right now that was the only person they could trust.

Whumpee gasped as the final parts of their body received the healing.

"I'm so tired", Whumpee whispered as Kayden held them up.

"Yep, here uh", Kayden dragged them to a chair and tried to sit them on it, but Whumpee started to collapse to the side.

"That won't work", Kayden pulled them up, they were quite tired themself from performing healing magic. It took energy from the user as it took energy from the person being healed.

"What am I doing?", Kayden sighed to themself, just then remembering they had magic. Kayden snapped their fingers at a nearby couch and watched it scoot toward them.

Kayden carefully lowered Whumpee to the couch before weakly collapsing to the other side.

Caretaker came in a few minutes later to find Whumpee asleep and Kayden tiredly watching them.

"What happened in here?", Caretaker set a few things down.

"I uh healed them", Kayden breathed heavily, "I don't do healing too much, so it takes a lot of my energy still.

"Ahh", Caretaker nodded, stepped behind Kayden and gently tapped on Kayden's shoulder, "thankyou for healing them for me. That was probably some good practice for you, but I'm afraid I still need your help."

Kayden jumped up with fresh energy, "yes Master anything."

"I have to do some dream traveling into their subconscious. I feel like that would be the best way to solve the problem, and hopefully help them relax a little", Caretaker frowned at Whumpee who was asleep with a stream of drool coming from their lips, "I need complete silence and no disturbances while I astral project and dream walk."

Kayden nodded, and helped get things together for Caretaker.

Caretaker removed Whumpee's blindfold and tied a scarf around their hand. Caretaker then laid on the floor and held onto the other side of the scarf.

The scarf would help Caretaker bridge their projected spirit into Whumpee.

Within minutes Caretaker was out.

"I don't know how you do it Master", Kayden watched.

Caretaker walked down a dark hall.

"It scares me that your subconscious is so dark. It wasn't like this last time I wandered through here to get rid of that pesky nightmare of yours", Caretaker continued to walk.

They finally rounded the corner and found exactly who they were looking for.

They were sitting against the wall with their knees to their chest and head burried.

"Whumpee?", Caretaker whispered as they approached.

"No, you can't... you can't be here", Whumpee jumped up with terror.

"Whumpee it's me... I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to know what is happening in your physical body", Caretaker knelt down, "I haven't seen you in weeks. How did you mean that I whipped you the other day?"

"I-it was you", Whumpee whispered, "you and the bad thing."

"The bad thing?", Caretaker studied them.

Whumpee nodded, "don't you remember?"

"No Whumpee", Caretaker stood, "will you show me."

Whumpee gulped and looked down.

"I need to help you, but I can't if you won't share it with me", Caretaker frowned, "please help me."

Whumpee finally nodded.

Caretaker followed Whumpee down the hall farther until they turned into what looked like a room but it was a dream pocket of Whumpee's mind.

Whumpee pointed, "I don't wish to go in."

Caretaker nodded and took a deep breath before they stepped into the dream pocket.

They gasped when they saw them in physical form, hurting Whumpee. It looked just like them. Flashes of several torture scenes flashed before Caretaker's eyes.

"That looks just like me, but I know I didn't... I wasn't here", Caretaker frowned.

They turned back to the door and saw Whumpee standing their with tears in their eyes.

"Exitus Ostium", Whumpee whispered angrily.

Caretaker landed back into their physical body with a crash.

"Ouch, that was a very forced exit", Caretaker grunted as they sat up.

Whumpee also woke up and glared at Caretaker.

Kayden knelt and tried to help Caretaker stay sitting up while they corrected themself.

"You saw it, you had to of?", Kayden looked up at Whumpee then back to Caretaker.

"I saw it, but it doesn't make since", Caretaker turned and looked at Whumpee, "how was I there and here at the same time?"

"You're the one who can make portals", Whumpee frowned.

"When have I ever acted in that way?", Caretaker argued before taking a deep breath.

"You've betrayed my trust", Whumpee whispered.

"Alright, I need to figure out what is happening. I know that wasn't me", Caretaker felt their heart sink, "I would never and could never do that to any of my students. I honestly couldn't do any of what I just witnessed. I would lose my abilities if I did."

Kayden quietly entered Caretaker's study.

Caretaker leaned over their desk. They stressfully flipped through page after page.

"Uh Master, can I help you with anything?", Kayden got closer.

"Uh, I'm okay... just trying to see what I'm missing", Caretaker frowned, "I need to solve this."

Kayden nodded, "but you are going to stress yourself out."

"I am stressed. My student was stolen and injured while under my protection. They are now terrified of me because somehow I was here and there. I can't even blame Whumpee either because that looked just like me. I don't know how I'll prove my innocence because any magic I use will be seen as trickery. It was horrid what they went through."

"You don't use trickery and chaos magic though", Kayden reached for a cup of water.

"I am well aware of that fact, but I know it's a possibility", Caretaker looked at the cup, "that was supposed to be tea, but I didn't get that far."

Kayden held the cup in their hands and slowly heated the water until it was boiling.

"What tea would you like?", Kayden opened a cupboard.

"Wait that's it", Caretaker smiled at the cup, "go get Rosemary and Whumpee please."

Whumpee was forced through the portal following Kayden. Rosemary and Caretaker followed behind.

"Bring us all here so they can hurt us together", Whumpee mumbled.

Kayden frowned, "will you do me a favor and stop being rude to my Master. You are blaming them for something they didn't do.... they were with me for most of the time preparing me for graduation. Then we had to halt that to find you, I missed my graduation because you went outside at night when you weren't supposed to. That's right, I know, I've kept it secret from Master, but you are really getting on my nerves. You've stressed Master out... I want to be nice....and I know you've been through it, but..."

"It's alright Kayden I already knew what they did. Your graduation will still happen, and I'm very sorry you had to put it off.... I really appreciate your patience though", Caretaker sighed.

Kayden saw Whumpee look down sadly.

"I-I'm sorry", Kayden frowned.

"Don't", Whumpee whispered.

The owl that was revealed earlier when Caretaker casted the protection returned as they approached the building.

"I really do not want to be back here", Whumpee held onto themself for comfort.

"I'm sorry", Kayden tried to comfort them... feeling bad for yelling at them.

Whumpee shrugged them away, "I'm fine."

"Why are we here again?", Rosemary looked around.

"Water has memory", came Caretaker's response.

"Are you quoting Frozen Master?", Kayden frowned.

"I guess you could say that, but they got that part correct", Caretaker smiled, "I can use the water here in this building to mirror what was witnessed."

Whumpee looked at Caretaker weirdly, "how will that prove you are innocent. You saw it in my dreams."

"I saw it, but I don't believe it. Seeing isn't always believing Whumpee. Not when you work with magic", Caretaker waved their hands.

Ice particles began to form into humanoid figures.

"That's the bad thing", Whumpee cowarded away, this time hiding behind Kayden.

"But what are they doing?", Rosemary watched, "they seem to be in a spirit form.

"You're right Rosemary", Caretaker agreed.

They walked along the hall a little more before finding another spot with water.

Caretaker waved their hand.

Another figure appeared, this time it looked like Caretaker.

Whumpee backed away.

"It looks like you Caretaker", Kayden frowned, "but it's not right. It looks like it's disfigured... like two faces in one."

Caretaker took a closer look.

"Yes like half of the face is mine the other is someone elses", Caretaker poked at the ice, "it almost looks like the person I killed when rescuing Whumpee."

Whumpee took a close look at the hands of the ice figure.

"Master it doesn't have your scar", Whumpee looked up.

Caretaker showed the scar on the palm of their hand. They had received a burn mark when they accidentally touched a hot cauldron.

"Yes", Caretaker nodded, "I almost wonder if you were dealing with a shape-shifter. They can make their appearance as close to resemblance to the real person, but some may not be able to replicate birthmarks, scars, and other injuries. For example I can't shift into Madame Missy Gills, as I do not have a missing leg and prosthetic. I would have to know how to use two different forms of magic, then use all three at once. It's possible, but time consuming and tiring."

"A shape shifter?", Whumpee frowned.

Caretaker nodded, "I think I see more water up ahead.

Caretaker waved their hand over the puddle.

The figure appeared and Whumpee covered their mouth to not scream.

"Th-they were the one who kidnapped me" Whumpee stepped back, "I had only seen them a few times, but they were the one who kidnapped me."

Caretaker studied the figure, "they wear a chameleon necklace."

Kayden looked as well, "that is from forest dwellers, Caretaker has fought with them off and on for the last few decades because they do not like the magic we use."

"Yes they are a group of shape-shifters", Caretaker sighed, "I believe you've been deceived by one of my enemies Whumpee. You were hurt by them because you are my student."

Whumpee frowned, "but why would someone want to do this?"

"I don't know Whumpee, but I can assure you I will be paying a visit to them", Caretaker glared at the ice figure. They slammed their hand down onto the figure, causing it to break into shards of ice.

"I remember now... that chameleon was always around their neck. I always questioned why you wore it in when you tortured me", Whumpee frowned, "why the chameleon?"

"They identify as the chameleon as they also change to blend in with surroundings", Caretaker smiled weakly, "it's like their calling card."

"I-I'm sorry Caretaker... I really and truly believed that was you. I've acted so meanly to you", Whumpee looked down sadly, "after you saved me.... I-I should have known it wasn't you", Whumpee sniffled.

"Hey, hey its okay. You were deceived, I fully understand that that happened to you. After what I witnessed you going through in your subconscious, I don't blame you either. I'm just glad we figured it out", Caretaker reached out and hugged Whumpee close, "I'm sorry for what you went through. It's okay."

Kayden frowned, "I'm sorry for getting after you as well", they looked down, "you have been through a hard thing and I didn't need me to go off on you like that. I'm sorry."

"It's okay", Whumpee smiled, and opened the hug for Kayden to join, "I'm sorry I ruined your graduation."

"It's alright, I'm happy we solved this", Kayden squeezed in.

"You too Rosemary", Whumpee smiled as Rosemary got into the hug.

"I'm so glad to have my students together again", Caretaker smiled happily, "let's go home. This place will be left to rot now. No more bad things."

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[funnyscienceman]

thinking on it further i wonder if singed being good with kids has like, anything to do with how much Understanding he has of the world and just exudes in every scene he's in. this like benign wisdom. as if he knows exactly why kids should be treated fairly, why you cater to their strengths and support or guide them when it comes to their weaknesses, and doesn't see much reason to stray from that so he just. Does it.

"In my experience, no one in power is innocent."

"Patience is a product of age, both of which I possess in abundance."

"It's always the same look, when one covets a weapon."

He knows how people work. He knows very well, and if his goals were in any way more ambitious or proactive or visible like everyone else's, he could be a genuine master manipulator. He could toy with people whichever way if he wanted to. Hell, he pretty much already does, navigating the interrogation with ease and then letting Ambessa do all the talking when she hires him to get her Warwick. He doesn't say or do anything more than he precisely needs to.

Was it on his mind then, I wonder, when taking Viktor in as a child? Was it the dad part or the scientist part acting when he says, "You want to assist me? Very well. We can be loners together."

Evidently, Viktor holds him in enough regard even after everything with Rio to come back and ask for his help, and then refer to him as a friend later on.

Are the dad and scientist parts of him inseperable?

Viktor anticipated Singed's visit in s2a2. In the time it takes for Singed to go from the front gate to the greenhouse, he's already clocked that 1) the commune is literally dependent on Viktor as a living battery, 2) Viktor's power is diminishing, and 3) oh yeah this shit's definitely gonna help me with my main project, i wonder if i can get viktor to agree; worst case, he'll just say no! Hold on, does he know he's the living battery for this place? Oh goddammit he doesn't, why did i expect otherwise

Is he nice to kids because he has no compelling reason not to be? Is he nice because just being on someone's good side, in general, tends to be more beneficial than not? Is he nice because he's just instinctively a Dad?

He takes Viktor's hand very much on purpose, looking straight at him as he does so, and I wonder if he just Knew doing so would essentially be showing a part of his figurative hand. Viktor's here in the greenhouse because he's trying to heal Vander, after all — restore his humanity, reverse the wolf stuff? Apex Hextech can affect the mind, therefore let's try to use it to cheat death.

He respects Viktor a whole lot, recognized from just the toy boat that the kid's a genius. "She's a rare mutation that I cultivated."

Has he formed any genuine relationships with anyone since Ori was put in the cocoon, or is everything just another step towards saving her from death?

[furiousgoldfish]

for the abused children life is just being tortured and broken for most inane things like being sad or needing attention or making a face someone doesn't like, and then when you despite all efforts grow up, you're supposed to suddenly know how to stand up for yourself?? you're supposed to negotiate your salary?? tell people OFF?? without feeling like you will be crushed to the inch of your life if you even look at someone wrong?? what on the gods good earth

[raineandsky]

The Villain's Housekeeper

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8) (part 9) (part 10) (part 11)

tw: death mention, implied torture

The villain leaves, as promised. The hero sees them off at the door for the first time with a smile they stop pretending is genuine after a few seconds.

The villain wraps them in a slightly desperate hug, to their surprise. Their body’s warm, their arms shaking slightly. Nerves? Dread? Fear? The hero doesn’t know.

“I hope things get better for you,” they mumble into the hero’s shoulder. “I really mean that.”

They lean back to hold the hero at arm’s length. Their eyes glisten with tears the hero can’t put an emotion to. Doesn’t want to. “Stay safe, [Hero].”

And with that they’re on their way, their coat wrapped tight around them and their step quick. The hero watches them until they disappear around the corner. They shut the door slowly, slowly, and when it clicks into place they vaguely realise that they don’t know what to do with themself anymore.

So they do what they always do—they clean shelves, sweep the floor, clean counters. By the time they’re done the house is spotless and they’re out of work to swallow down that gnawing anxiety in their chest.

They flop down on the sofa—they’re not going to use the villain’s bed whilst it’s still warm, they’re not an animal—and let the exhaustion of the work overtake their worry and force them into a light sleep.

Light enough that they wake to the sound of the front door quietly clicking open. They sit up, ready to vocalise their surprise at the villain’s return, until they hear that the footsteps in the hall are decidedly not the villain’s. Too heavy, too slow. Too familiar.

The hero’s on their feet immediately. They want to hide, to run away, to do something, but their body feels like it’s weighed down by stone as the superhero turns the corner into the living room.

“Ah, [Hero].” Surprise is lacking in the superhero’s voice. A small smile stretches at his mouth. “I heard rumours. It’ll be nice to have you back with us.”

With us. For a moment all the hero can think about is those long days in the jail, treated like nothing more than a stain in the agency’s gleaming record. “How—” The hero’s voice chokes in their throat, and they curse themself inwardly. “How did you know—”

“Good people do not hide things from the agency, [Hero],” the superhero says smoothly. “Common civilians are ranking higher than you in that aspect.”

“I wasn’t hiding anything,” the hero spits desperately. “I– I was never one of them.”

The last word comes out a little harsher than they intended. They were never one of the corrupt demons that kindly lets their nemesis hide in their home. No, no, of course not. No, no one would want to be like the villain.

The hero, though, didn’t become a hero without an innate eagerness to please. To prove themself. To show the superhero how good they can be.

“I was never one of them,” the hero repeats, and the superhero cocks his head. Interest. “I– I can prove it.”

The superhero hums a cold laugh, and for a moment the hero feels like they’re back in that awful little basement, chains on their wrists, swearing their innocence, assaulted by the sound of dragging leather behind them—

The hero quickly turns on their heel to avoid looking at the superhero any longer.

They lead the way to the villain’s office, desperate to keep themself a few paces ahead. A belt sits at the superhero’s waist, and they don’t want to get close enough to see him unsheathe it again.

The door swings inward. The superhero looks inside momentarily. His gaze turns to the hero. Disappointed.

Please, no. “This is– it’s [Villain]’s office,” they add quickly. “This is their house.”

The superhero’s eyes linger on them for a moment. His face gives nothing away. Then he turns away to step into the office, and it feels like the hero can breathe again.

The hero stays in the doorway whilst the superhero peruses like this is nothing more than his weekly trip to the shops. He flits through papers, looks through drawers. He taps his chin in thought. His eyes scan across the room curiously. Eventually, after an eternity of the hero trying to figure out whether this is how they repent, he glances back up to meet the hero’s gaze.

“This is a good find.” The superhero offers something of a kind smile, and the hero has to hold back an entirely too genuine grin of their own. “Good. Very good.”

He collects a stack of papers. “Thank you for this, [Hero],” he says as he lugs them into his arms. “Let’s head back to the agency, hm?”

The hero’s evaded the superhero’s fury. There’s no way this is real. They can’t believe their luck. “Y–Yes, sir.”

The hero follows the superhero to his car. Another one waits behind it, a sleek black thing straight from the agency garage. The hero swallows and averts their gaze—of course he knew they were here. Of course he didn’t come alone.

The superhero doesn’t say much on the journey back to the agency. His gaze speaks volumes without the words, continuously slipping to the piles of paper the entire way, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. The hero decides to point their interest to the world passing outside in the hopes that they can ignore what they’ve done to the villain to put themself in the superhero’s favour.

It doesn’t matter, their mind promises in sickening whispers. They’ll be dead soon. Step on their corpse to survive if you have to.

The superhero sighs shortly as he pulls the car into the agency’s underground garage. Waves the hero along as he lets himself into the building. Invites them into his office. Lets the door click shut behind him.

“It is nice to see you back where you belong, [Hero],” the superhero says as he settles at his desk. It looks comically small in comparison to the giant room it's set in. “And with documents! You’ve gone above and beyond.”

The hero allows themself the smallest of smiles. “Thank you, sir.”

“To prove innocence I don’t believe you have.”

The smile falters. Their heart leaps into their throat. “... What?”

The superhero smiles lightly. “We don’t do coincidences in this agency, [Hero]. Everything has a meaning. Even if it is a mistake, it is set in stone, and we will treat it as such. You relayed information to a spy. That is all I need to know.”

The hero turns on their heel. Security is already in the doorway, a pair of metal cuffs in his hand. The superhero laughs humorlessly.

“Don’t you worry, [Hero].” The hero whips back to him, their face surely a myriad of pain and horror and betrayal. “Innocence means nothing to us. You’ll make up for what you’ve done.”

The cuffs click around the hero’s wrists. They can’t even find it in themself to struggle against them. They just stare at the superhero, aghast. “You… you tricked me.”

The superhero arranges the villain’s papers on his desk idly. “It is nothing on me if you were foolish enough to trust me.”

The man behind the hero tugs them towards the door. Jail. Right back where they started. The superhero throws them one last smirk. Satisfied, cruel, mocking. Disgusting.

“Thanks for coming back, [Hero]. Really,” he says as his door swings open in a creaking goodbye. “It’s nice to have you back where you belong.”

(next part)

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[synonymroll648]

from a vibes perspective, i totally understand why so many people look at keefe and go ‘this guy would be the male equivalent of a wine aunt when he’s older’. 

but. but. 

taking lore into consideration, in my heart, he’s terrified of alcohol (even if he tries really hard to hide it). because. like. his first exposure is almost guaranteed to be through cassius, and cassius canonically threw a glass extremely close to him at least once when he was, like, 8. maybe cassius wasn’t always extra nasty when he was drunk, but there’s gotta be a correlation in keefe’s brain between risking getting seriously hurt (emotionally or physically) and alcohol consumption that’s really hard for him to shake. 

[nat-1-whump]

🐗 Monster transformation whump

Fantasy whump ideas no. 5

(Huge thanks to an anon for suggesting this, it turns out there's more whump potential for this than I thought! Sorry for disappearing for... Four months, I think?)

Speaking of transformation, why are they being turned into a monster? Maybe Whumper injected them with a strange serum, after kidnapping Whumpee and taking them to some sort of lab, where Whumpee found themself strapped to a table surrounded by blinding white lights. Or Whumper cursed them with some sort of magic, having spent hours researching the most potent and painful spells to do so, maybe even with the intention of feasting on Whumpee's life force or using them as a puppet of sorts. Alternatively, Whumper didn't do anything to turn Whumpee into a monster, but they enjoy Whumpee's pain nonetheless... Because Whumpee actually brought this curse on themself.

The transformation itself is physically agonizing. Whumpee writhes in pain as their body twists and contorts into a new creature. Scales, fangs, or fur grow in feeling like they're stabbing through Whumpee's skin, slowly ripping them apart. Their head feels like it's full of hot lead. They plead with Whumper to make it stop, but to no avail. They're forced to feel every part of their body warp into something unrecognizable.

Monster Whumpee now has urges that they never had before. They crave meat, they want to smash through walls, rip things to shreds, you name it. Whumper taunts them, telling them to go forth and follow these urges like the beast they are. Whumpee suppresses these urges out of fear of hurting anyone, possibly begging Whumper or Caretaker to restrain them, or doing so themself. Once restrained, the urges bubble up even more and they find themself begging to be let go.

Eventually their feral nature gets the best of them. They break free, and in unleashing themself they unleash destruction. It's as if they're being dragged into it by forces beyond their control, their vision turning red. By the time they regain control of themself, Monster Whumpee has to face what they've done as a puddle of blood spreads across the ground before them.

Monster Whumpee gets treated like a dangerous animal, nothing but a threat to contain. Maybe their captors don't know that Monster Whumpee used to be a person... or they know but simply don't care. Whumpee begs them to let them go or help them turn back, but nobody will. They have to listen to gasps and camera clicks as they're hunted down.

Monster Whumpee gets shot with a tranquilizer dart. Their limbs feel like they're full of lead. They collapse on the ground, slipping out of consciousness as they're tied up, muzzled, and hauled away. (Muzzle whump my beloved...)

They wake up bound completely, every limb tightly wrapped in leather and chains. A thick muzzle over their face feels like it's suffocating them. Their restraints force them into a kneeling position on the dirty concrete floor. Whumper circles around them, tracing their finger along Monster Whumpee's skin. Monster Whumpee can't move in protest, though the anger and defiance still forces its way out in the form of muffled growls.

While desperately trying to escape, Monster Whumpee gets injured. With nobody willing to go anywhere near them, let alone treat them, they end up trying to treat their wounds themself, which may make the injury even worse.

Whumper agrees to protect Whumpee, but only if Whumpee lets Whumper use them as a subject for a series of tests. Though Whumper may initially claim it was for research and nothing more, it becomes more and more apparent that Whumper gets a thrill out of torturing Whumpee and recording the results. This may end badly for Whumper though. After all, what makes them think they can keep this monster contained indefinitely?

[foxless]

“delulu is the solulu” what if i skinned you alive and put you in a fire ant hill?

[sleepy-the-loz-enthusiast]

Debating whether or not to start writing an oc x lu story because on one hand it's an interesting concept and the specific oc I have in mind would be interesting to see in a fantasy setting,

But on the other hand I need to write many many things for this fandom...

Fuck it, let's do a poll-

[todomemolesta18]

Little bit rewrite this is coming out spite how helluva boss done dirty character who are being oppressed and marginalized. Also for stella character

So striker plan to kill stolas but more privately. So he doesn't storm on stolas but infact stella ask to talk about the issue in much more private place. So she put sleeping pill on stolas drink with that he fall asleep immediately and she told striker to wait for her command. She told striker he can do the job now, striker took stolas phone. When stolas wake up he confused why he being tied up and striker is there infront him. Striker offer him a choice who he will call the first thing in he's is blitzo, he believe he dear blitzy will come. Blitzo answer but blitzo said he tired helping stolas so blitzo said he didn't need the book or stolas money so any danger thing happen to him he should put he's legion instead of counting on him. Striker calling him pathetic how the great prince of hell can't save himself? Isn't he have the power but yet he barely used he's power to freed himself

So striker approach him asking him does he care about he's family. Stolas stated he does then striker pointed out is he really that good of father he like to believe because he just constantly harassing blitzo. Striker want stolas slowly death. Moxxie and millie come but they're not there to help stolas they come to torture stolas. Millie stab stolas crotch moxxie cut off stolas hand and striker cut off he's tongue. They finish so striker inform stella and stella tell him the reward is soon send to them

Blitzo receive text from striker they tortured stolas so he won't have fo fear him again. Stella is satisfied she can't wait to see stolas tongue

Oh my~ This was so sadic.

[bilestat]

i am so normal i am so normal i am so normal i am so normal i am so normal i am so normal

[llycaons]

im finally feeling awake now so @pharahsgf this is the post I was talking about

foolish. reductive. immature. disrespectful. willfully ignorant. WRONG

[vampirebutterflies]

actually I’m gonna bitch here for a sec like WHY is being disabled so expensive like I have very good healthcare and thank fuck for rebates but !!! still!!!!

main bullshittery bugging me rn though is the absolutely unrelenting fatphobia (and so many layers of ableism) in anything to do with hashimotos

like it is FUCKING infuriating to have this constant rhetoric of “you have hashimotos?? here’s how to stop being so FAT and UGLY! (:” “here’s how to LOSE WEIGHT with hashimotos!!” “15 tips to drop 15 kilos!!!” “got hashimotos? comment HELP ME or dm to get access to my private HASHI WEIGHT LOSS group!!!” “best diets to lose weight with hashimotos!!”

even the ones that sneak this shit into otherwise decent resources you’ll have a good run of beneficial info punctuated by “oh you’re probably balding and ugly and fat but that’s okay!!! we EMBRACE body positivity here!! by bullying you into being skinny and fitting our beauty standards so you can finally love yourself!!!!” “link in bio for my best selling book HASHI HELL TO HEALED HEAVEN: HOW I SAVED MYSELF FROM BEING FAT AND BALDING AND UGLY AND TURNED INTO THE PERFECT THIN BEACHY BABE!” Violence violence violence murder maiming killing arson destruction FUCK

[yellowcry]

TW: Convention therapy Homophobia

Bitch what the hell... Remind me, what year is it?☠️

Fuck Putin and the whole government who support it I hope they'll die slowly and painfully

[charredchesspiece]

That Butler: Hellish Negotiator

@elementalxfury {x}

“No, I imagine they will not make the same mistake twice. Do you suppose you are invulnerable to being hanged? What say you of quartering or disembowelment? When they rend your head from your shoulders, how long will your abilities keep you functional, do you think?"

Sebastian finds that English executions are as such in title only; death is a mercy, but torture is necessity. To pass swiftly is a coveted miracle.

The role of hellish negotiator is a familiar one. He slips into it like a crisp white shirt.

“You’re quite like a cockroach, Dacian Livingston; hardy, but not wholly invincible. Death will come eventually, but not after you have suffered to the greatest extent of human creativity. If you would rather not endure public torture for crimes you may or may not have committed, I offer a solution. You would like to know it?”

[askthechronoverse]

DUCKWORTH with Rex.

[signourneybooks]

Night Angel Nemesis | Book 4 of the Night Angel | Arc Review

Thank you to Orbit and Netgalley for the review copy in exchange for an honest review. This does not change my opinion in anyway. Book: Night Angel Nemesis (Night Angel 4 | Kylar Chronicles 1) by Brent WeeksRelease Date: April 25th 2023Tags: Epic Fantasy | Magic | Travel | Diary | Assassin Trigger/Content Warnings: Murder | Torture | Mentions of Rape | Misogyny | Blood | Child Murder |…