#whumpe

[jasonsilver009]

Cazador Wins

I had the absolutely worst idea that I don’t think I have the heart to write it up properly.

tw: torture, death, the worst ending possible

Astarion’s siblings succeed in kidnaping him from your camp and brining him back to Cazador. But he resists Cazador’s commands and proves that he can’t control Astarion any more. Of course this makes Cazador livid but he doesn’t have time to solve this issue he has a ritual to complete. He keeps Astarion in complete agony torturing him and taking his frustration out on him. He asks Astarion why he’s so convinced Tav would come looking for him. Astarion breaks down crying that Tav loves him. Of course Cazador laughs at this but it gets under his skin. Astarion belongs to him and as long as Tav’s around it seems his favored spawn has the means to resist him. 

“They love me. And no matter what you do you can not take that away from me. Someone in this world looked at me saw me for who I really am, all of it the good and the bad and they chose me.” 

So he sets up a trap. Tav and the team infiltrate his castle using well placed clues and have to fight off a few minor minions, just enough not to be suspicious. When they get to the ritual chamber Astarion isn’t in his position as a ritual component. He’s chained down next to Cazador in a pool of blood. Tav and friends fight hard but they rushed into this too quickly so desperate to get Astarion back. Their friends are just simply slaughtered but Tav is brought before Cazador. They’re turned into a vampire and then the ritual symbol is carved into their back. 

They see the blood mess where Cazador had flayed Astarion’s scars off. So he could keep Astarion once he’d acceded. So he’d have centuries to break his favorite toy again.  Cazador make a whole show of it, draining tav in front of Astarion, offering him a drop of their blood one last time just to laugh in his face. Immobilizing them and taking his time with the ritual symbols. Then sending them to their place and completing the ritual. 

Maybe with his new powers Cazador is able to overcome the tadpole. Maybe not. Maybe he takes the netherstone and artifact from Tav’s body and pieces it together. Maybe he works with the emperor and rids everyone of the tadpoles so he can finally have complete control over Astarion. Of course this whole time he has Astarion impaled in a coffin deep underground where he’ll keep him for at least 5 years this time to ensure his obedience. 

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Small snippet from the fic 'Price,' which is a dark fic that deals with captivity and slavery and the difficulty of recovery.

-XOXOX-

“I remember how scared you were the first time we fucked you because you couldn’t stand anyone seeing your scars, not even us. And then you go ahead and make yourself even uglier,” Ryker chuckles and squeezes his arm.

Hiccup grimaces and groans, the stitched lacerations under the bandages burning, one even rips open and bleeds.

“You should be lucky we’re not planning on branding you. With your scars, it would just tank your value even further.”

“… Tank... my value?” Hiccup breathes as he grows cold, horrified at the implication and Ryker’s smirk grows bigger.

“For when we eventually grow bored of you. And right now, you could fetch us a couple of coppers at most.”

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumpee finding out something about their family and confronting their parents about it

[bisexuawolfsalt]

Amputation

A whumper modifying whumpee so they can’t fight back. Whumpee hits them? Their hand gets taken. Kicks at them? Legs are taken

[acornsandacorns]

you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

[bebx]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[honestlydarkprincess]

i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die

[edwardcreel]

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

[wolf-the-whumper]

Imagine:  Whumpee has 4th wall breaking sentience. you, the writer are the uncompassionate whumper.  And whumpee slowly goes insane, trying to convince and protect other characters from your evil antics.  until one day you stop writing horrible things about them, just to watch your whumpee crumble beneath the paranoia inducing silence of your pen.  They know their god is an angry, blood thirsty beast, and the woods have just gone silent. 

Sorry- sorry yeah-Sorry we played the theme song in a minor key when you were trying to kiss your boyfriend in what you thought was your happy ending. Sorry yeah unfortunately it does mean you're doomed to be haunted by your well meaning mistakes for the foreseeable future. Sorry yeah I know ypu spared your boyfriend the pain of knowledge and everything but we had to indicate it's forthcoming collapse. Yeah sorry he's okay. But only for so much longer ...

[whumpster-dumpster]

"My poor baby. My poor sweet little boy," I lament out loud over a whole grown adult man who is not mine but is in fact a fictional character with fictional hurts. What matters is my feelings are real

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[viaalterego]

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

So earlier in art class today, someone drew a characters hands in their pockets and mentioned that hands are really like the ultimate end boss of art, and most of us wholeheartedly agreed. So then, our teacher went ahead and free handed like a handful of hands on the board, earning a woah from a couple of students. So the one from earlier mentioned how it barely took the teacher ten seconds to do what I can’t do in three hours. And you know what he responded?

“It didn’t take me ten seconds, it took me forty years.”

And you know, that stuck with me somehow. Because yeah. Drawing a hand didn’t take him fourth years. But learning and practicing to draw a hand in ten seconds did. And I think there’s something to learn there but it’s so warm and my brain is fried so I can’t formulate the actual morale of the lesson.

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚