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Voltober 22. Stubborn as a Mule - Clove
Author's notes: OOOOHHHHHHH a little peak into Ephraim's past? Don't mind if I yes!
Masterlist - Part 21
Content: vampire whumpee, gladiator ring, gladiator slave, manticore whumpee, manticore tail wound, sword wounds, whip wounds, trying to hide injury
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Defiant Whumpee | âI can do it by myself!â | Hidden Injury
Ephraim lifted his blade, fangs bared and crying out in victory. The manticore lay in the dirt pretending to be dead. He was a very good boy and Ephraim was very proud of him. The masters had also been very excited when Ephraim proved he could train Manny so they wouldnât have to recapture any more of his kind and waste resources on that when they could use the same manticore over and over again.
The only issue was Ephraim had actually scared Manny and had taken a real injury in this fight. He couldnât show that he had been hurt or his efforts to train Manny would go to waste. He grinned at the crowd as the servants of the ring pulled Manny out, the smallest flicking of his tail proving he was still alive, though people would be too distracted watching the victorious vampire to notice.
Ephraim swallowed hard as he felt blood trickle down his hip, mentally preparing himself for the next fight. He just needed to get through one more fight and then he could leave and lick his wounds. Heâd get some blood for his efforts and he could rest.
âWelcome to the ring, the reigning champion! Erika the Flayer!â
Ephraim winced. Erika? Oh, this was going to be unpleasant.
The door to the ring opened and Erika strode in, her blade held up in one hand, her whip in the other. Ephraim and Erika were favorites to see together as they were very familiar with one another and even worked together to choreograph fights so they looked cooler, but Ephraim wasnât sure he could do it today.
She met his eyes, eager, and saw the panic there. She raised an eyebrow and he set his face against the pain in his lower back. He was fine. No one would see the blood on the red robes the Masters had him wear to mark him as a vampire. He could fight through the pain.
He narrowed his eyes in concentration, tensing for the fight. Erika did so more slowly, confused.
Ephraim moved first when the gong was rung, dodging Erikaâs lashing whip and getting into her guard, teeth shining in the sun.
He tried to knock her arm away, hoping she would drop a weapon, but she dodged around him and curled her muscled arm around his neck to control his head.
âWhatâs wrong?â she growled as he snarled and fought to escape, trying to stomp on her foot.
âManny got me,â Ephraim hissed back. âYou can beat me, but they canât know.â
She clicked her tongue. âYouâre an idiot. Theyâre going to know anyway.â
âNot if you tear up the wound with your whip.â
âWhere.â
âAbove my hip on my back, my left.â
She nodded and allowed him to break away. He lunged at her but she got a slice in across his chest, sending him back. He played up the monster angle, knowing the crowd liked to see him in control in front of monsters, but wanted him to be the monster when he was faced against a human fighter.
True enough, cheers went up, followed by screams of excitement as Erika cracked her whip, her aim true as the whip tore into the wound already on his back.
He screamed through his teeth falling to his hands and knees for a moment before pushing himself up and whirled around, avoiding the next strike.
He managed to knock her sword away on the next dive, and after a sweaty, sandy wrestle in the sand, Erika came up on top, holding a broken shard of glass sheâd found in the sand to his throat.
He slowly uncurled his arms, laying them flat out to either side and lifted his chin in surrender. Erika stood up, raising her weapon into the air in victory, leading the next round of cheers from the crowd.
Ephraim panted in the sand, closing his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened his eyes again he saw Erika standing over him, holding out a hand to help him up. âI can do it myself,â he growled, getting up despite the piercing pain in his back.
She shrugged a little. âIâm not the enemy here.â
Ephraim sighed heavily. âI know. Iâm sorry.â
âMeet you when Iâm done with my fights. Iâll get you cleaned up.â
âThanks, Erika.â
âOf course. Go ahead and head out.â
Ephraim nodded and limped his way over to the exit door.
VTB Part 23
Clove Masterlist
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#whump#whump writing#vampire whumpee#gladiator ring#gladiator slave#manticore#sting wound#sword wound#whip wound#hidden injury#voltober#vtb-no.22#clove#ephraim#My bOOIIIIIIIIIIII#Love taking a peak at young Ephraim#he's had a crazy life#I wonder who his sire was#and what his sire was like
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merlin who stands against the wall while uther reprimands arthur, who stands behind arthur at dinners where utherâs disapproval and disappointment is apparent, who has been there when arthur is quiet and despondent after private meetings with his father, who has watched for years the sting of utherâs words and sometimes hands against his own son, who has bit his tongue and followed arthur with gentle hands and softer words as he puts the pieces back together of the man he knows and loves.
merlin watching uther lose his temper over arthur going against him for their people and watching arthur crawl into himself and shove his feelings down to be the emotionless prince his father expects of him. once utherâs rage has quelled somewhat, he dismisses arthur without another look and arthur leaves, his back ramrod straight and his chin held high despite the glazed look in his eyes, his last shot at keeping his composure. and merlin breaks, he glares at uther and waits until the doors shut to speak, in case arthur was close enough to hear.
merlin rants and raves at uther, calls him out on his bs, and tells him to be there for his son. ofc uther isnât having any of it and yells back at merlin but merlin isnât deterred and keeps going on and on about how much of a disappointment uther is as a father and how much better arthur deserves. uther steps in close and raises his hand as if to backhand merlin but he doesnât. the two stare at each other, heated glare meeting heated glare, and finally uther mutters that he should have merlin flogged for speaking like that to him. merlin doesnât waver as he welcomes uther too but he couldnât just stand by and watch uther tear arthur apart anymore.
uther slowly lowers his hand and turns his back on merlin but he hasnât given in to merlinâs argument so he switches tactics. he asks how uther expects arthur to be the sure, determined, and just king he is meant to be if uther wonât let him grow into his power and autonomy, let him learn his lessons and apply them as king. uther finally lowers his shoulders at merlinâs argument which just irks him more as uther clearly cares more for arthur as a future king rather than a son but he doesnât point that out.
uther turns to stare at merlin and asks if he really just disrespected the king so horribly just for arthur, merlin nods once without hesitation and echoes âfor arthurâ. utherâs lips twitch despite himself and he nods and says how he is glad arthur has someone like merlin looking out for him. merlin tests his luck once more and responds that arthur could have more than just him, he could have a dad, not just a father.
merlin watches as arthur reports back to his father the next week about an expedition they had gone on to protect one of camelotâs outlying villages from raiders and uther grins wide and pulls arthur into an awkward side hug thatâs more a complicated pat on his shoulder but at least itâs something. uther says openly how heâs proud and that camelot should feel lucky to have a prince who is looking out for her.
arthur is stunned and manages a slight bow to his father as he leaves (merlin and uther exchanging a glance and nod as he passes). merlin watches arthur as the room empties and a wide, proud smile stretches across his face. merlin feels warm and fuzzy at the sight and chuckles as arthur spins and pulls merlin into a similar side hug while laughing loudly. the two of them have the most fun that day, spending the rest of the daylight goofing off and running around with no particular goal in mind other than enjoying the day. itâs the happiest merlin has seen arthur be for such a long period of time.
#obviously uther is a pos and doesnt remain like this for long before falling back into his anger and rage and belittling arthur again#merlin is disappointed but not surprised#he gives up on uther and decides to just be arthurâs support#OR#uther tests it out and makes a deal with merlin that heâll be more supportive of arthurâs independence#but if he steps too far out of line or grows too arrogant as to stand against him or makes a big mess of things#it will be merlin who suffers the punishment rather than arthur#this results in merlin getting dragged down to the dungeons and getting whipped#uther wanted it to be a public flogging but knew how much merlin meant to him so he decided to do it in private so arthur wouldnt blow up#merlin hides his wounds and uther returns to his shitty ways and takes the bit of confidence arthur acquired#years later established merthur and arthur is tracing merlins scars in bed and asks about the whip marks on his back#merlin hesistates bc he doesnt want to tell arthur the truth and tries to lie but arthur calls him out on it#âwe said no more liesâ and merlin folds and tells him#arthur (guilt ridden) and merlin (protector of pretty prat partner) have sad sex đđ„đđ#bbc merlin#merlin emrys#arthur pendragon#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#merthur#uther pendragon#cw parental abuse
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Crack That Whip: Chaggie & Hazbins
Slight Puppy Love reference.
Vaggie: (wearing a pair of black jogger sweatpants with the cuffs rolled up to her knees and a sports bra) Are you sure you want to do this, babe? You're not really much of a fighter. (Hastily) Which I love about you.
Charlie: (drooling and giving little puppy pants at the sight of Vaggie's abs, shoulders, and traps) I wanna lick you so bad right now...
Vaggie: (stretching and warming up) What was that, hun?
Charlie: This is the best way I can learn how!
Angel: (sitting on a bench with a bowl of popcorn) Nice save, Toots.
Husker: (hosting a betting pool) Place your bets. How long will the Princess last?
Cherri: (takes a handful of popcorn) Put twenty hellbucks on her lasting one minute.
Charlie: I know I'm not much of a fighter. Adam wiping the floor with me proved that. I want to at least be able to hold my own in the future if that ever happens again.
Inner Sin - Lust: (growling) And if we can get scissors between those molten caramel thighs, all the better~
Charlie: (mentally) Shut up, Lust! Now is not the time!
Vaggie: (completely oblivious to Charlie's inner steuggle) Alright, if you say so. Just.... tap twice if you yield.
Charlie: Wait. What?
Vaggie: (lunges forward, grabs Charlie's shirt, leans back while shoving her foot into Charlie's hip, flips them over, and pins Charlie down while cutting off the blood flow using her own shirt collar)
Charlie: (getting lightheaded/swimming as dark circles encroach on her vision and taps Vaggie's thigh twice)
Vaggie: (releases her hold and scrambles to her feet, holding her hand out to help) Oh. Shit! Charlie, are you okay?????
Charlie: I'm good! I'm gooooood. Hmmmm.... (grows tail and swipes at Vaggie's wrist)
Vaggie: (Catches the tail and uses it to roll Charlie over, pinning her down to the mat with her knee) Nice try, babe. Don't think I wouldn't have this thing in mind.
Tail: (thrashing and trying desperately to wrap around any part of Vaggie's body)
Vaggie: Oh, no. You behave. (straightens out the flailing limb and cracks it through the air like a whip)
CRACK!!!
Charlie: (immediately groans filthily as her eyes pop red and her horns burst from her head) Mommy!~
Angel & Cherri: (drop their handfuls of popcorn and blushes) Mommy!
Husker: (dollar bills slip through his fingers) Mommy....
Emily: (watching the whole thing from the crystal ball in heaven, spits out her tea with a deep blush) M-M-Mommy!
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel incorrect quotes#puppy love sequel#chaggie#charlie#charlie wants to learn how to fight#sins#lust#angel dust#cherri bomb#husker#vaggie#mommy indeed#tail whip#emily#crack that whip#helluva boss literally shows tails being wound up like corkscrews#i have a hard time believing this would hurt
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Using a certain priest of Loviatar to try outfits out again...đ
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate#baldurs gate 3#bg3 fanart#baldur's gate#baldursgate#art#myart#abdirak#bg3 abdirak#priest of loviatar#chains chains chains#cw: wounds#cw: scars#whippy whip
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thinking about blood and violence and pain đ„°
#whump tag#i want that man WHIPPED#and then i want someone to basically finger the wounds while he's barely conscious
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Whumptober 2024 Day 22: Reopening Wounds
"If I catch you with so much as a plaster strip again, I'll skin you like a fucking alley cat."
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... Having genuine trouble coming up with comments to make about my art again here, huh.
#whumptober2024#no.22#reopening wounds#tales of symphonia#yuan ka fai#mithos yggdrasill#fanart#sadistic whumper#creepy whumper#whipping cw#corporal punishment cw#humiliation cw#forced nudity cw#whump
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~The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp, 2x13, Take Back Your Town~
#The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp#Bat Masterson#2x13#knocked out#pistol whipped#unconscious#waking up#bloody#head wound#vintage whump
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Skywounds An AU where after reversing back time with the wish, it still keeps the injuries they got and they have a vague memory of what happened is like a swap Jay and Nya still got back together (eventually?), I dont have specifics but probably because after the whole thing, the anger mellowed out
funfact: Some of the injuries are inspired by some of my fav fics! Jay's blind eye is from Mondo's fic and the bullet wound on his side is from this fic by dear friend Jem! Mind the warnings in these fics pls! â„
also an extra that you can call a sneak peek to a comic Im working on!
I wonder what happened to hiiim n why he didn't taaaaalk about it how suspicious
#get jumped get kicked get whipped to shit and spin#rotten art#I could think of the way the others would treat Nya and Jay w all the injuries#but im sorry im so divorce trio pilled gjkdfjgdkfhdf I only felt like drawin em for now#I think the location of the bullet wound is not that accurate. Jem if it bothers u enough tell me and ill change it lmao
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Me: okay Iâm going to actually work on figuring out ideas for other whumptober days, I will succeed I will prevailâ
Day 2: >:)
#stymied yet again#the prompts for it are harrrrrd#trust issues or role reversal probably#I have some vague ideas maybe?? but none of them have panned out when Iâve tried to mess with them#bbbbbb#yeeesh#there arenât enough specifically injury related ones this year THATâS the problem#give me a prompt like âstab woundâ and I can whip something up for you in like two hours#but trust issues??? that takes a LOT more thought and plot and stuff#and a LOT of the days this year are like that...#itâs rough man#rambles from the floor
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and then because iâm a softie at my core. pls some caretaking for poor gun wizardâŠ./
AHHHHH He's not free yet, but his chimerat familiar (kudos to my friend @dragonfangart on Cara or tumblr for the design) managed to sneak in. While the familiar can't free him, he can provide some comfort and did manage to sneak in a rag soaked in healing potions.
Send asks to continue Torrin's interrogation! Osian still needs that information about guard patterns after all.
If you want to be on the tag list or have a name idea for the chimerat familiar, let me know either in the comments or reblogs or smoke signals or whatever.
Previous - Masterlist - Next
#art#whump#whump art#torrin#gun wizard#interrogation whump#familiar caretaker#chimerat#whip wounds#comfort#cleaning wounds#chained#prisoner#MmmmmmmmMMMM#I love this series so much!#Hope I get more asks for them
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Krampus
Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, whipping, drowning, blood, wounds, drugging
Team Leader sagged heavily in the chains that kept them standing at attention at the whipping post. Their back was raw and painful, though they were sure the bleeding had stopped hours ago. They could barely keep their eyes open. But they had to. For the team's sake.
"I'll make you a deal," Whumper had said once they finished whipping Team Leader. "I will only hurt your team, but I won't kill them if you can keep awake."
Team Leader had barely been conscious at that point, but they couldn't let their team down. They clawed their way to consciousness and fought to keep their eyes open.
But it had been hard.
Watching Teammate One get waterboarded for an hour had been difficult. Hearing Teammate One's drowning sounds had shaken Team Leader to their core. But they knew that Teammate One would live. They could keep awake for Teammate One. Teammate One wouldn't drown.
Watching Teammate Two be whipped at another post had been painful. Each crack had Team Leader jumping. Each cry of pain had them cringing. Because they knew how painful it was. How much pain Teammate Two had to be in. But they stayed awake.
Whumper stopped whipping Teammate Two and left Teammate Two unconscious and in chains at the whipping post. "Why are you still awake?"
"I won't let you kill my people," Team Leader said through gritted teeth. "I can stay awake."
Whumper stood just in front of Smallest Teammate. "You can, can you?" They grabbed Smallest Teammate by the hair. Smallest Teammate cried out, unable to grab onto Whumper to stop being dragged. "You'll stay awake so I don't drown this one? They are so pretty. It would be lovely to watch the bubbles escape their lips. Lovely to watch them go still in the water."
"I won't let you kill them," Team Leader growled.
Whumper dragged Smallest Teammate to a large tub in the center of the room. They shoved Smallest Teammate in, clipping the cuffs to a ring at the bottom of the tub. Satisfied that Smallest Teammate wouldn't escape, Whumper walked over to the table of instruments at the side of the room. "We'll just see how long you can stay awake after this, Team Leader."
Team Leader strained to see what Whumper had grabbed and was walking towards them with. "I won't pass out. I won't fail my team."
Whumper turned on the hose attached to the tub as the walked by. Team Leader could hear Smallest Teammate struggle against their cuffs to get out of the rapidly filling tub.
"We'll just see about that," Whumper sneered at Team Leader. They plunged a needle into Team Leader's arm before Team Leader could reply.
The room spun as Team Leader had a rush of blood to the head. "What....what did you give me?" Everything was hazy and they couldn't blink through the haze.
Whumper smirked. "Just a little something they use to sedate people before surgery. It should be taking effect any moment now."
Team Leader's heart raced as they could feel unconsciousness begin to suck them under. They couldn't fall asleep. They couldn't let Smallest Teammate drown. "I...I...I..." but the words died on Team Leader's tongue as it became heavy in their mouth.
"Sleep tight, Team Leader. Don't worry, I'll be sure to record Smallest Teammate's bath for you. We can review all the beautiful, final moments together when you wake."
And though Team Leader raged against the dying of the light, they couldn't keep their eyes open. They prayed that Whumper wouldn't let Smallest Teammate drown. That they wouldn't wake to a world without Smallest Teammate. Team Leader's grip on consciousness faded to the sounds of Smallest Teammate struggling to keep their head above water.
#serickswrites#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#tw torture#tw captivity#tw restraints#whump community#tw whipping#tw drowning#tw blood#tw wounds#tw drugging#winter whumperland#winter whumperland 2023#amow#amow winter whumperland 2023#day 2#day 3#day 4#prompt: whipping#prompt: drowning#prompt: sedative#queue#team whump
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Ok, so here's the thing...
I've been thinking a lot about Kaladin's story arc since Chapters 1 & 2 were released and I can't shake the feeling that he's gonna end up some noble sacrifice and it kills me for ONE REASON. Remember that scene in Oathbringer when he held Oroden for the first time? It was beyond precious, right? Now can you imagine if he were holding his OWN CHILD?
Here's the Oroden scene I'm talking about for reference:
Kaladin trembled, then pulled the child tight against him. Memories of this place had not broken him, and seeing his parents had not overwhelmed him, but this âŠÂ
Here's the first clincher:
He could not stop the tears. He felt like a fool. It wasnât as if this changed anythingâBridge Four were his brothers now, as close to him as any blood relative. And yet he wept. âWhatâs his name?â
âOroden.â
âChild of peace,â Kaladin whispered. âA good name. A very good name.â
I might be paraphrasing here a bit but this is basically what happens between the first and second clinchers...
Kaladin says: "FATHER, IT'S THE DESOLATION (whoops, shouldn't have said that, I should not have said that...in front of everyone). Oh well."
Naturally, this starts a panic, but don't worry, Kaladin reassures everyone, as only Kaladin can and says:
"You know the people who betrayed humankind in the last Desolation? The Knights Radiant? Yeah, we're back bitches!"
To punctuate this statement, he draws his Sylspear and sucks in some stormlight to levitate for dramatic effect, then says:
"Don't worry. We gotcha this time, fam. Sorry, gotta fly though, the king in that fabled city that no one really believes exists anymore needs me back in said fabled city."
Then, as he's departing, he looks at his little brother and here's the second clincher:
You I will protect, little one, Kaladin thought at the child. I will protect them all.
Then he's like "later bitches" and flies off into the sunset.
Just kidding. It was nighttime and raining, but I digress...
All I'm saying is what kind of chest-aching delight would it be to see Kaladin holding his own child? I feel like he would be grimacing hard trying to hold back until he finally just...broke. Then it would be this gorgeous raw outpouring of emotion, like full-on ugly crying, but comprised of nothing but happy tears and I love that for him. My heart would explode and I would drown in my own happy tears.
I just realized when writing this post that Kaladin's happiness is my happiness. Welp, I might have to go write a fic about this, for my own perfectly selfish reasons...I'll write you a happy ending, my dude â€ïž
*grumbles in untamed ADHD* As if I don't have enough unfinished WIPs right now...
#stormlight archive#kaladin stormblessed#cosmere#wind and truth spoilers#oroden#stormlight fanfic#why do I keep giving myself more WIPs#I'm no radiant but my WIPs feel like whips sometimes and whips are basically mortal lashings so maybe I am radiant after all#watch me WIP WIP#watch me stray stray...off into another fic#fanfic problems#happy kaladin#fanfic inspiration#its cosmerely an obsesh wound#cremposting#shardposting
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Hi again, my love!
Can I request something with mermaids?
offers ice cream as well <33
Hi thelazywitchphotographer! Of course! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!
Whumper pushed open the door to their quarters. They were greeted by the quiet cries of Whumpee.
âMy darling,â Whumper said, approaching them, âwhatâs wrong? I would think you would be acclimated to your new life by nowâŠâ
Whumpee turned to look at Whumper with tear-filled eyes. Whumperâs own eyes widened at what they saw. Their darling mermaidâs body was littered with deep cuts and angry, purple bruises. Blood trickled down from a nasty gash in their tail, staining the water of their tub with crimson. When Whumper spoke, it was with a fragile, practiced calm.
âWho did this to you?â they asked.
Whumpee sniffled.
âI-I donât know their name,â they said.
âDescribe them to me,â Whumper said gently, âyouâre not in any trouble, little fish.â
Whumpee took a deep, shuddering breath, and described their assailant as best they could.
âCrewmate,â Whumper cursed.
Whumperâs hand settled on the handle of their cutlass, they turned to leave when Whumpeeâs sniffles brought their attention back.
âOh,â they said, âforgive me, little Whumpee. Let me treat your wounds first.â
Whumper lifted Whumpee out of the tub in a bridal carry. They deposited them on their bed, then went to a nearby cabinet, fetching medicine and bandages from it. Whumper poured the medicine onto a cloth.
âThis might sting, but itâll help, I promise.â
With that, Whumper dabbed the cloth into the gash in Whumpeeâs tail. Their screams made Whumper flinch, but they continued to work anyway. When everything was medicated, Whumper dressed the wounds in soft, white bandages. Whumpeeâs screams had died down to pitiful, intermittent sobs by then. Whumper held their mermaid close and ran a hand through their hair.
âShh, shhh,â they soothed, âyou did so wonderful, my little fish. I promise, I wonât let this happen again.â
Whumper grabbed a bottle filled with a strange liquid. They lifted Whumpeeâs chin and held the bottle to their lips.
âDrink,â they said, âyou need rest. This will help.â
Whumpee knew better than to disobey, so they drank. Whumper smiled softly and helped them into a laying position, covering them with a blanket.
âŠ
Whumpee slept for many hours. When they did wake, it was to the sound of the door opening once again.
âWhumpee,â Whumper said, âcome on deck. I need you for something.â
Whumper picked Whumpee up and carried them out on deck. Whumpee shielded their eyes from the bright sun with a bandaged hand. Whumper sat Whumpee down in another tub that had been prepared for them.
âFirst Mate,â Whumper called.
âAye, captain?â First Mate asked.
âBring forward the scum that thought they could touch whatâs mine.â
âVery good, captain.â
First Mate dragged Crewmate forward.
âOn your knees, filth,â First Mate growled.
Crewmate shakily obliged.
âWhumpee,â Whumper said, âis this the person who hurt you?â
âI-â
âTell the truth,â Whumper warned, âI will know if you lie.â
ââŠYes,â Whumpee said quietly, âit was them.â
Whumper kissed Whumpee on the crown of their head.
âThank you,â they said, âbecause you were honest, Iâm going to let you choose their punishment.â
Whumpee stared at Crewmate. Even though the pirate had hurt them, they didnât want anyone else to suffer.
âUm, maybe, put them in the brig?â WHumpee asked uncertainly.
Whumper smiled and nodded.
âA fitting punishment,â they said, âFirst Mate, throw Crewmate in the brig.â
Whumpee breathed a sigh of relief.
â-After their twenty lashes. Two for each wound I had to treat.â
Whumpee blinked. Not that!
âNo! Captain, please!â Crewmate begged.
âSpare me your mewling before I decide to cut your tongue out,â Whumper said coldly.
âWhumper-â Whumpee started.
âThey deserve it, my darling,â Whumper interjected, âyouâll understand one day.â
Whumper picked up Whumpee once again.
âI leave them in your capable hands, First Mate,â Whumper said, âmy treasure doesnât need to watch this.â
Whumper turned and carried their darling back to their quarters, just when Crewmate began to scream.
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#not a confession#helluva boss#the fact that they even mentioned Chaz just made me screech mentally#because... you know. if you've read my oneshot you know#but yes exactly. I also tie back to him the fact that Millie was so serious and untrusting during the flashback#(to be fair. being a mercenary is cutthroat business. but even while fighting and killing she seems a lot goofier nowadays)#how the timeline works in my head is#affair in Wrath. Chaz bounces to another ring and breaks her heart. she stays home for a while after that before moving to the city in Prid#she could've had her walls up out of a sense that the city slickers would only betray her#Chillie seems significant to me bc we've SEEN just how MUCH it takes for Millie to snap when it comes to loved ones and their bullshit#let alone turn from loving affection to seething murderous hatred#so you KNOW that whatever happened between her and Chaz WOUNDED her. or at least offended in a huge way idk#someone on AO3 wrote it so he cheated on her with her sister. like yeah that could do the job alright#though that does imply she loved him which is easily the biggest plot hole here. like. look at that thing#what is there to love#about Chazwick Thurman#he's an embarrassing roach with a dick complex#(also my girl Sallie would never have standards that low. please. she's also a lesbian now but that's another thing)#tbf Chaz and Blitzo are quite similar... except Blitzo has way less shallow writing... I wonder if that could be explored#her currently being so close to someone who is in theory strongly reminiscent of her ex. putting up with so much from him too#ah but I shan't keep talking Chillie. we'd be here all night if I tried to explain all my mental lore#isn't it funny how I've thought so much about them despite despising S02e03 and becoming physically ill by Chaz's sceentime#on my first watch#and then never watching it again#it's just the Concept of him alright. like shared ex of M&M who's a conman a loser a former mafia goon & whores himself to survive#who are you and how did you get here#plus the fact that he's a shark bc sharks are so cool. did you know threshers harm and even kill prey by whipping them with their tails#wish we could've seen that#I love it when anthros have their animal traits acknowledged#wow the tags here really derailed from the original screenshot. ignore them please đ
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Bring V
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4Â Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, whipping, blood, unconsciousness, wounds, burns, scalding
âPLEASE!â Sidekick begged once more as Villain paused in their whipping.Â
âPlease, what, Sidekick?â Villain circled around to face Sidekick, whip gripped tightly in their hand.Â
Sidekick swallowed. Right Hand could see the sweat beading on Sidekickâs forehead. Could see the tears on their cheeks. Could see Sidekickâs throat working as they spoke. âPlease. Iâll do anything. Please. Stop.â
âAnything?â Villain cocked a brow. âThatâs a big promise, Sidekick.â
âAnything,â Sidekick repeated desperately. âWhatever you have of me.â
Villain set the whip on a nearby table. Right Hand could see Sidekick sag with relief. Right Hand felt their own relief. They couldnât stand to watch Villain torture Sidekick for much longer. But they didnât want to be the one that Villain tortured either.Â
âGet the two buckets I had one of the others fill,â they ordered Right Hand. Villain didnât so much as look up to see if Right Hand would follow the order. âI told you what I wanted,â Villain cooed as they stalked closer to Sidekick.Â
Right Hand couldnât hear what Villain was saying to Sidekick as they left to grab the buckets. Right Hand stared down at the bucket of salt and boiling water. What did Villain want with these?
âBoss, here are your buckets,â Right Hand said upon their return.Â
Villain took a step back from Sidekick. Sidekick sobbed openly, their chest heaving. âPlease, please,â they begged.Â
Villain ignored them. âPour the salt on their back.âÂ
Right Hand froze. No. âWhat, Boss?â
Villain rolled their eyes. âWe really do need to get your hearing checked. I said pour the salt on their back.â
âMe?â Right Handâs mouth went dry as they realized Villain wanted them to participate first hand in Sidekickâs torture.Â
âYes, you. Or youâll be up there next. Now, Right Hand.â Villain glared as they crossed their arms.Â
Right Hand hurried to get behind Sidekick. âI am sorry about this,â they whispered in Sidekickâs ear as they leaned over to hold the bucket high enough. Before Sidekick could reply, Right Hand dumped the bucket.Â
Sidekickâs screams echoed in Right Handâs ears. Their twisting jerking motions trying to escape the pain burned Right Handâs retinas. Sidekickâs wounds, already raw and bloody, continued to bleed and their skin turned red as the salt became embedded in each wound. Their begging and sobbing would forever haunt Right Hand.Â
Until Villain spoke once more. âAnd now the water.â
Right Hand stared down at the bucket of steaming water at their feet. No. They couldnât. âRight Hand if you do not pour that bucket on Sidekick, I promise youâll wish that this was the only thing I did to you.â
Right Hand swallowed as they lifted the bucket. Their tongue felt too big for their mouth, their hands shaking as they raised it.Â
âPlease, please, please,â Sidekick repeated over and over as their head hung low.Â
âPlease, forgive me,â Right Hand whispered once more as they dumped the bucket.Â
Sidekickâs skin, already red from their torture, turned redder, the skin swelling and splitting in other places. As the water dissolved the salt in Sidekickâs wounds, Sidekickâs choking screams cut off. They went limp in the cuffs as the scream died on their lips.Â
Right Handâs chest was heaving as they realized what they had done. To Sidekick. To save themself. They had not signed up for this. Had not agreed to bear witness, to participate in the torture. Had not agreed to any of this.Â
Villain stalked closer once more, gripping Sidekickâs chin tightly as they lifted Sidekickâs head. âYou really are pathetic.â
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Strikeout
Whumping the Whumpers - Part Thirty-two
(tw: escape attempt, broken glass, broken ceramic, gun, bullet wound, stress position, beating, shock collar, threat of death, broken bones, concussion, blood, whipping boy / scape goat, bludgeoning, forced to watch)
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Four years ago...
Ethan scurried through the house. He didnât bother with the front door - instead, picked up a metal coat tree and hurtled it against the window.Â
He didnât have time for less. He barely had time to scoop up a kitchen rug and lay it over the shards of glass to safely clamber out the window.
He toppled to the ground in a heap, wild eyes snapping up at the small plume of dust on the horizon. He knew he didnât have long before Crawford came home butâŠfuck this was closer than expected.Â
Without a thought, he shoved his legs up under him, cradled the bit of porcelain to his neck, and darted off across the wide, rolling yard.
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âE, this is crazy - will that even work??â
âPorcelain doesnât conduct electricity. Itâll work.â
There wasnât much Crawford left them in their little, dank basement. But the toilet was an asset Ethan had never thought to use before.Â
Crawford had taken the lid of the tank - the bastard - but the rest of it was still in tact.Â
Ethan had slammed his shoulder against it again and again and again until a chunk broke off of the tank, wafting back and forth through the water until it eventually settled at the bottom of the tank.Â
With wild eyes and bleeding arm, heâd fished it out, blotting the fresh water off against his shorts.Â
Then tucked it up under his collar, ensuring it was wide enough to fit between both of the prongs and the soft, scorched skin on his neck.Â
Sharp as it was (it wasnât bad), the coolness of the shard felt nice against the aching skin.
More importantly, itâd protect him from the shock.
âJustâŠbe careful, okay?â Johnny stepped up to hi, fingers tracing the piece to inspect it.
âIâm always careful.â Ethan cradled Johnnyâs face in his hands and leant down to press a kiss to his forehead.
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Ethanâs legs were already burning by the time he got halfway across the yard. He had no idea what day it was. No idea how long he had belonged to Crawford - or Elias before him. No idea how long his legs had been left to atrophy, sitting useless in basements and cells.Â
He ran anyway.Â
Ethan couldnât help but grin through the pain as he felt the buzz and snap of the shock collar - yet he didnât feel a thing. Porcelain protecting him.Â
He was free. He could get out and get help and theyâd come back for Johnny an-
âCOME THE FUCK BACK OR IâLL KILL HIM.â
A chill split down Ethanâs pine as his legs stumbled to a stop, shaking and exhausted. Breath ragged and sharply cold in the deep autumn air.Â
So much agony already.Â
His eyes drifted toward the skyline, eyeing skyscrapers that blurred and fogged with the distance.Â
He turned back toward Crawford, pulling in another painful breath. âYOU WOULDNâT-â Trying to call his bluff.
âTHINK NOT? THINK I WANT EVIDENCE LYING AROUND WHEN YOU BRING THE FUCKIN PIGS BACK HERE??â
âŠfuck.Â
Ethanâs chest was still heaving as he turned to look at the vague outline of the city again.Â
..it was far.Â
Too fucking far, his legs were already shaking at a quarter mile. He was too thin. Too weak. Too..broken to make that run and not get caught.Â
..and Johnny would die.
Some devil on his shoulder vaguely flickered the thought across his mind that even if Johnny died, Ethan would be free.
That thought flitted away just as quickly as it came. Unwanted and irrelevant.Â
Ethan would die a thousand times for Johnny. He knew that. Down to his very soul, he knew that.Â
When he looked back to Crawford, the man had a gun out now, walking briskly across the lawn toward him like a mother two inches from the end of her patience with children throwing mud at neighbors windows.Â
âGet. The fuck. Back here.â Close enough he didnât need to shout anymore, apparently.
Ethanâs mind buzzed and warped, legs begging him to run as the rest of him stayed stubbornly put.Â
..thenâŠdragged him toward Crawford. Toward the gun. Toward the house.Â
Toward Johnny.Â
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âIf he comes, youâll run, right? You wonât worry about me?â
Ethan pulled in a tight breath, nuzzling his nose against Johnnyâs. âThatâs..the best bluff, yeah. He wonât hurt you on my behalf if Iâm not here to see it. Thereâs no point.â
Johnny nodded, tucking his cheek against Ethanâs shoulder. Ethan pulled him closer as warm arms wrapped around his waist. Soft and simple.Â
If this were just him, he could live with it. He could try to escape in his own time or bear the pain.Â
But Johnny would die if Crawford kept wailing on him like heâd been.Â
They needed to try.
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Ethan came back anyway. Heâd barely flinched when Crawford shot him in the leg for good measure - ensuring he couldnât change his mind and run again. It was point blank, too. The moment Ethan had stepped up to him, the gun lowered - seemingly a good thing - then went off.Â
Because of course it did.
Because Crawford was a dick.Â
The pain didnât hit him right away. Not the way it should.Â
Body shocked by the sudden change, it felt more like a fist to his thigh than penetration.Â
But the searing, aching wrongness had set in all the same and Crawford forced him back into the house, muscles shifting and pulling against each other around the bullet.Â
Ethan refused to give him the satisfaction of a limp.Â
It was going to hurt like a bitch anyway.Â
By the time he shoved Ethan down the basement steps - his leg didnât hold up for that one, he fell freely down the stairs and cracked his head against the cement with a dazed groan - Johnny was already anxiously stepped up to the stairs, hands clasped against his chest with eyes wild with fear and worry. âE-â
Ethan winced as Johnnyâs cool fingers pressed against his head where itâd hit. Trying to get his mind to catch up properly. Trying to shake off the daze.Â
âForget about him - front and center, boy.â Crawfordâs heavy steep creaked down the stairs after him - planting onto Ethanâs leg as he went.Â
The pain ripped up through him, feeling it fully this time without the consciousness to distract himself. A wheezing groan crackled out Ethanâs throat at the pain, and he hazily tried to curl up and away from the pressure.Â
But it was gone in moments.Â
Fingers wound into Johnnyâs hair, followed by a yelp as he was pulled away, Ethanâs fingers catching against Johnnyâs. Trying to keep him away from the threat.Â
It didnât work.Â
Ethan squeezed his eyes shut tight and forced himself up to sitting. Almost. Kind of.Â
He was swayed to the side, legs bent the other way and both arms braced against the floor as he tried to force the pain and swirling nausea back.Â
âD-ont-â His voice sounded so much weaker than he wanted, and he cursed himself for not watching his fucking head as he fell. He didnât have time for a concussion right now-
âYou know the rules.â
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"I love you..you know that, right?"
"..I know." He knew. But the words still felt stale. It felt like goodbye.
Johnny's cheek was so soft under Ethan's thumb. He barely noticed the bruises there anymore.
"I love you, too."
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Ethan hadnât even registered that Crawford had Johnny tied already - arms above his head and dangling from a rafter - toes barely brushing the ground now. Didnât notice it, at least, until Johnny let out a gasping choke of air, voice sucked away by the hit as a bat slammed against his leg.
A bat.
AâŠbat???
Ethan squeezed the stars from his eyes once again, focusing better - it was a bat.Â
No punching or kicking this time, he was using tools. Crawford never used tools - preferred a proper, traditional beating where he could feel ribs crack under his knuckles and feel flesh shift. It wasnât about the damage - it was about catharsis.Â
But this?? A fucking bat?Â
Damage.Â
This was about damage.
Ethanâs eyes were wide and desperate as he realized that, trying to drag himself closer as Johnnyâs broken, strained scream echoed against the walls after the wood snapped against his leg.Â
âDont-â Ethan dragged himself closer. âD-don-â
âShut up-! You know the fucking rules.â
Ethan fucks up? Johnny gets hurt.Â
He knew the rules.
Still, Ethan found his hand wrapped around Crawfordâs ankle, trying to plead with him.
The bat found Ethanâs skull next.Â
And everything went black.
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