#captivity mention

[saccharin-simper]

"What made you realize you deserved better?"

"... I didn't. I didn't know there was a 'better', not for me. When a place like that, treatment like that, is all you know, you don't have thoughts of deserving better. There's no point of comparison. You just believe that's how it should be.

"I thought I was a subhuman, a monster, a defect-- and escaping... Well, that was confirmation of that, over anything. I escaped because I was a defect, and defects aren't known to act like they're supposed to."

#whump #whump prompt #my prompt #dialogue prompt #inhuman whumpee #captivity mention #tw dehumanisation #i was gonna add another thing to this but it disappeared on me orz

[whumperofworlds]

32, 33, or 34 with Hawthorne?

Gonna go ahead and do 32! Thanks for the ask!

Also, for clarification, Hawthorn's real name is Xylon, as his other name, Hawthorn, hasn't been thought of yet story wise. Same with Alder, who is Maverick.

32. Beaten

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His day had gotten worse.

He thought he was safe. He thought he was away from the hell he had gone through for three years.

But of course, he had to run into bandits during his escape. And of course, they accosted him and threatened him to give up his gold.

He didn't have any gold. He didn't have any type of currency on him during his captivity in Brennus' castle. But the bandits thought he was lying, despite him showing that he was flat-out broke by showing off the empty pockets of his tunic. And they began to beat him for not giving them what they wanted.

One bandit took Xylon by the arm before slamming him to the forest floor, then kicking him in the face. The young man cried out in pain when the kick hit his nose, blood spurting out from his nostrils. As he attempted to get back up, a booted foot held him down by stomping on his back, and Xylon yelped in pain.

"That's whatcha get for tricking Godet's Men!" One man--the leader, Xylon assumed--yelled, before kicking Xylon's face.

His lip split, and Xylon spat out small bits of blood as the men continued their beatdown on him. He turned to his side, but was met with a hit on his stomach. He gagged and coughed as the other bandit's kick forced him on his back, leaving him more vulnerable to more beatings.

"I-I wasn't tricking--agh!--any of you!" Xylon pleaded, crying out briefly when a boot met his chest. "I don't have anything on me!"

"Bullshit," the leader, Godet, yelled. "You have gold, and you know it!" He slammed his foot on Xylon's chest, and he could have sworn he heard a crack of his ribs being broken.

He screamed, each breath more painful than the last as he curled up on himself. He tucked his head to his knees, his hands covering his head in order to attempt to protect himself from the rain of fists and feet.

Each punch, kick, and slam hit his body, and as a few minutes passed, Xylon could see blackness at the corners of his eyes. Unconsciousness began to tug at him, and he wanted nothing more than the pain to stop. He was ready to embrace the darkness. Even if he died here, at least he was free. Free from Brennus. Free from this.

"How do you--what the fuck--" Godet yelled, but was interrupted when he heard something. Xylon heard it, too, despite the darkness trying to swallow him. A sword being unsheathed.

Blood suddenly splattered all over Xylon, but it wasn't his own blood, he realized. He felt Godet's weight on his stomach slack, before the bandit was completely off of him. He heard yells and screams around him, which eventually began to die down as he heard metal slashing and stabbing skin. At the corner of his eye, he saw a silhouette of a person with a sword, slicing down each and every bandit for their crimes.

Was... he saved?

His mind didn't have time to think, as he slipped away; the last thing he saw were blurs of red and gold hovering above him.

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Pain exploded everywhere in his body as he began to wake up. His head throbbed, and his breathing hurt every time he took a breath through his nose. Above him was a brown ceiling. Wood, he assumed.

He held his head, groaning in pain. What in the world happened? He remembered escaping from Brennus, then running into those bandits. Then... nothing.

Where am I?

"Be careful there," a voice to his side said. "Your wounds are still severe."

Xylon turned and... saw gold. He recognized that color anywhere. During his captivity, he usually saw guardsmen wearing this shade of gold. Which could only mean--

"NO!" Xylon screamed, scrambling to get away from the guardsman who captured him. No. He refused to go back there. He refused to be Brennus' slave again. No, not again. Not ever.

The guardsman frowned, his eyes widened at the other man's unexpected response. Why was he so freaked out?

"Please don't bring me back there!" Xylon pleaded, "I don't want to go back there!" He glanced around, trying to find something--anything--to defend himself from this man. Alas, the room he was in was empty besides the bed he was sitting on.

"S-sir," the guardsman tried to reason, "I will not take you back. I promise."

"Y-you're lying!" Xylon cried, tears threatening to fall at this point. "I know that armor anywhere! You work with him, don't you?!"

"My... armor?" The man asked before glancing down at himself. The moment he saw the gold, he realized his mistake. "...Oh." He wasn't sure what this man had gone through, but obviously, Brennus had harmed him in some way.

He slowly but carefully took off his armor, each piece he placed on the wooden floor. He would have placed them on the bed, but he didn't want to scare the other man if he did so. Once he was done, all he had left was a red tunic that matched his messy hair color wise.

Xylon stared at the other man, looking him up and down. Without the armor, this man was nothing more than a person with a life, not a guardsman who worked with Brennus.

And quite handsome, too.

He shook his head at that sudden thought. Where did that come from? Well, it didn't matter, as the other man began to speak, "I am Maverick. I... used to work with King... no, Brennus, but I have left him a few years ago."

The man's soft, comforting voice calmed Xylon a bit as he breathed in slowly, but stopped when pain in his chest hit him. However, he kept his guard up; this Maverick person was probably tricking him, distracting him so that his fellow guardsmen would capture him.

Wait... Maverick. He heard that name a few times. Wasn't he...?

"You're... that fugitive?" Xylon asked, an eyebrow raised. He remembered the ruckus that had happened a few years ago, when he was Brennus' slave. How Maverick had deserted the king. How furious Brennus was when he heard the news.

"You... could say that," Maverick chuckled, running a hand through his red hair. "I am not here to take you back. I promise."

The man's words could be false words to others, but to Xylon, it rang true. Maverick wasn't working with Brennus anymore, after all. If he did try to take him back, he would be caught, too.

"...I'm Xylon." Xylon introduced himself, now comfortable sharing his name with Maverick. "I was forced to be a slave to Brennus, but I managed to escape."

"I see..." Maverick nodded, a hint of guilt in his voice. "I deeply apologize for not helping you leave. If I had known that Brennus had a slave..."

"There's no need to apologize," Xylon shook his head. "He kept that a secret from everyone; not even his knights knew about me."

Maverick simply nodded, the guilt fading away in his eyes. Those beautiful, ruby red eyes...

Stop it, Xylon!

He mentally slapped himself. He just met the man--why was he feeling this way?

"Where do you plan on going after this?" Maverick asked, breaking his train of thought. "I know that you are on the run... but I could not imagine you staying here."

"Where is here, anyway?" Xylon asked.

"You are in an abandoned fort, deep in the forest. I have been here for a few years now, and none of Brennus' guardsmen had suspected anything here."

"...Oh."

Maverick raised a good point. Where would he go from here? His actual home was far away, and there was no way he could trek back there with Brennus in hot pursuit. He didn't know where he was exactly, what kingdom he was in, either. So, now what?

The fort Maverick was in...

If what Maverick said was true, the fort was a secret home to him; no guardsmen were around, and no one would suspect that two fugitives were hiding here. To the naked eye, it could just be an abandoned fort in the middle of nowhere, nothing else.

So. He had no choice.

"If it's okay," Xylon asked, a small smile on his face. "You don't mind having company, do you?"

Maverick raised a brow, and Xylon could have sworn he saw his eyes widening. Maverick rubbed the back of his head. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean... having me stay here? I know how to hunt for deer and other animals for food, and I can help with cooking--"

"Of course."

Xylon stopped mid-sentence, his mouth opened. What did he say?

"I am trying to find ways to stop Brennus from doing what he wants," Maverick admitted. "So having you would be an excellent idea."

Stopping Brennus...? Yes. From what he had gathered, Brennus had ruined thousands of lives thanks to his tyranny. Stopping him... with Maverick. Together, along with others who were willing to join them, they would stop him.

And finally get the justice they deserved.

Xylon nodded, his hand extended for Maverick to shake. "Then I'm willing to help you."

Maverick happily took his hand and shook it, his smile bright as day... and handsome, too. "Then it is a deal."

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[lilacevans]

𝑜ℎ, 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒… 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑.

— pete’s place🤎

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[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

An Offer You Can't Refuse- Part 2

Part 1

Hero woke up to the feeling of being watched. The weight over their eyes had been lifted, and their restraints had been removed as well, judging by how they were sprawled out in bed. Bed? This bed felt much bigger and softer than their own bed. The feeling of being watched grew stronger. Who cared whose bed it was- who was watching them!? Hero’s eyes snapped open, darting around the room until they landed on- oh. Right. Them. That. This.

“Good morning, Hero,” Supervillain said softly, “I must admit, you slept so long I was worried they had overdosed you, but you seem to be alright. That’s good.”

Alright? Alright!? What about this was alright!?

“Do you often make a habit of watching people sleeping?” Hero blurted.

Did they really just say that!? Hero’s heart hammered in their chest. This was Supervillain they were talking about- one false move and they were dead. No, scratch that, death would be a mercy- surely someone like Supervillain was an expert at dishing out fates worse than death-

Supervillain just chuckled.

“No,” they said, “but after eighteen hours and no sign of you waking, I did want to check up on you. That couldn’t have all been the drugs, I’d wager. Were you overworking yourself before you were abducted?”

“Eighteen-” Hero started.

“Technically twenty-five if we’re being specific,” Supervillain said, “your little snores are quite cute, and did you know you sleep-talk?”

Hero blushed in embarrassment. More than flustered, they felt confused. Supervillain had bought them for… however much they paid for them (Hero couldn’t quite remember) and now they were waking up in a lavish bed while the mastermind made small-talk about the whole thing?

“Are you hungry?” Supervillain prompted.

“Confused.” Hero admitted.

Hero’s stomach didn’t like that answer, and it growled loudly in protest. Supervillain smiled knowingly.

“I’ll have my chef make you something,” they said, getting up, “It would be in your best interest not to leave this room.”

Supervillain left the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Hero waited until their footsteps faded into silence. They sprung out of bed and tried the door. Locked, of course. Hero formed a small icicle in their hand and started to pick the lock. After a couple seconds of picking, the icicle snapped in two. Right, well, time for something more aggressive then. Hero forced the door down with a blast of ice. Stepping over the now-warped door, they looked around for the nearest exit. They ran down a hallway and past a few different doors, before reaching a grand staircase. They checked both ways for signs of Supervillain, then descended the stairs at a breakneck pace.

They realized, as they were rushing to freedom, that they weren’t wearing any shoes. In fact, their entire suit had been replaced by silk sleepwear. Oh well, they’d just have to make a new one when they got out of here. Their hand was on the front doorknob when a rough force yanked them backwards.

Hero yelped in surprise. They craned their neck to see a large, muscular person behind them. They had an earpiece and a small microphone hooked up to them.

“Got ‘em,” they said, “taking them back now.”

The henchman started to drag Hero back by the arm.

“Hey, let me go!” Hero shouted, forming cold energy in their hand and hurling a snowball at the henchman.

“Gah- why you-!”

In shock from getting a snowball to the face, the henchman had let go of Hero, who was now making another run for it.

“C’mere you-”

Hero turned, anger burning in their eyes. If it was a fight this bozo wanted, it was a fight they were going to get. And Hero was going to win.

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[kabie-whump]

♡ Febuwhump Day 18: Too Weak to Move ♡

@febuwhump

Content: Intimate whumper, hand feeding, captivity, hair pulling

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"I'm back~" Whumper sings as they enter Whumpee's cell, a tray of simple food in hand. "Time to eat."

Whumpee says nothing, but Whumper pays it no mind.

"Brought you good stuff today, dearest. You were so well behaved yesterday I figured you deserve it. Real fruit and everything."

Still nothing as Whumper sits cross-legged on the floor in front of Whumpee. Whumpee is slumped against a wall, chin tucked to their chest, barely noticable shivers wracking their bruised body.

"What, nothing to say? Giving me the silent treatment?"

Silence from Whumpee save for quiet shuddering breaths.

"Rude."

Whumper moves in close, grabbing Whumpee's hair and yanking their head back. They stare at Whumper with half lidded eyes, a faint whimper escaping their throat, but otherwise they don't move a muscle.

"Oh. Did I play too rough yesterday? Do you need me to feed you?”

Whumpee still says nothing, but Whumper can see the flash of distain in their tired eyes. Oh, they hate that idea. Perfect.

"Don't worry, love, I'll take good care of you. Now open up."

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[unhelpfulfemme]

Another thing I liked is how Laurent's trauma is handled, because usually when a character has a Secretly Traumatic Backstory there's some kind of annoyingly maudlin scene about it. Either they get into some kind of big conflict with the love interest and are forced to explain themselves so they don't get judged or dumped, or the love interest intrudes on a vulnerable moment and sees them being abused or somehow handling the consequences of that abuse, or they are explained the circumstances by a benevolent third party, and this changes their view of the abused character because now they're god's poorest meow meow and I just fucking hate it every time.

Like, this is why I stopped reading this type of story: because the amount of crowding and backing into a corner and privacy violation that happens to abused characters in order to coax them into opening up about it and reassure them that they're okay is so annoying. I feel like I've been psychologyposting on main too much lately, so I might explain later why I feel this way or I might not but in any case I hate it.

I love that this book is the literal opposite of that, that Damen not only doesn't crowd Laurent and insist that he open up, but that Damen ensuring space and privacy and time to calm down for Laurent when he's overwhelmed is repeatedly portrayed as an act of friendship and caring and love (that Laurent later reciprocates, because they both lose their heads when something pushes their buttons and understand this about each other).

I also love how Damen doesn't fall in love with Laurent because Laurent is sad and fucked up, or because he's so brave to have put up with the abuse, or because Damen too is sad like Laurent (I'm physically restraining myself from going off on a rant about how shared trauma is hardly ever a good foundation for a relationship): no, he falls in love with Laurent because he's whip-smart, and a good leader, and funny, and tender once he opens up, and a lateral thinker, and a man of integrity who keeps his promises and pays back his debts (and because he's pretty and blonde and good at sporty shit that Damen likes). Some of these things may have been shaped by the awful shit that happened to Laurent, as they were also probably shaped by his station or his education or his body type or any other circumstance of his life, but it's refreshing to have a character who went through awful shit but who also has other things going on for him that make him loveable instead of being completely defined by his trauma. And even when Damen finds out, the way he thinks about Laurent literally doesn't change at all - the things he likes about Laurent are still seen in the same light as always, Laurent's personality as a whole is still the same, even his attitude towards what Laurent did to him when they first met doesn't change much (as we see in the short story epilogue). And even this last bit is really cool because Laurent is never stripped of his agency or made out into some sort of helpless victim currently, both of which would probably mortify him with how much he's trying to establish that he's not at any opportunity.

And I also like how it's not necessary for Laurent to tell Damen about it in order for them to be close, nor does Damen push him into it. And everyone else seems to agree that it's Laurent's story to tell when and how he wants it told, except for the villain of the piece, who reveals it in the most awful way possible. This is particularly important because Damen spends three books grabbing everyone in Laurent's life by the shoulders and shaking them and going, "Why do you care about this guy??? Have you noticed that he's kind of an ashole?? Why are you loyal to him?? Why???" and no one ever says anything, because they're protective of Laurent and don't want to take away his agency or privacy because it's his fucking story to tell. Even after Damen finds out, we don't see him mention it and he probably lets Laurent open up or not on his own terms, as he does with everything else that doesn't directly concern him. Even though we've seen through Laurent's dialogue time and time again that he's probably conceptualizing it in some fucked up ways in his own head and needs yet to realize that he's not some kind of twisted pervert for what happened to him, crowding him about it before he's ready won't accomplish much.

And the story itself backs all this by never being maudlin about it even though it's obvious what happened pretty early on (I figured it out really early, I remember suspecting it almost immediately and being dead sure of it by the Ancel scene in the garden); it kind of elipses around it, gives hints and parallels to other characters in similar circumstances, has Laurent say incoherent shit that makes sense in context, has other characters hint at it, but with Laurent being one of the central characters it's cool that the story gives him that respect and doesn't wallow in the tragedy of it all.

#captive prince #I'm gonna be honest I've only read one other story where this kind of well-meaning breaking of boundaries was explicitly portrayed as bad #and it was a darth maul-centric fic of all things #special mention for my most beloathed cordelia vorkosigan pop psychology philosophy of talking at people until they #understand why they're wrong to feel bad about something #which drove me up the wall even though I liked those books

[whumpitisthen]

"Darling..."

They crouch in front of him, drawling his name like a melody, all sticky and sweet like honey. His back presses that much harder into the stone wall behind him.

"Do you want me to gouge your eyes out?"

The nonchalance of their delivery has his shaky lungs gasping for air.

"N-No..." — He doesn't, he doesn't, please don't.

"Then be a dear and keep those pretty things closed." — Their hand lands over his eyes, gently guiding his eyelids closed. — "Don't let me catch you sneaking a peek, okay?"

They smile still; he can feel their teeth grinning through the void enveloping him. He nods against their hand cupping his cheek as they watch him intently, swallowing down every word that claws at his throat to escape him in case they decide letting him keep his tongue should become a luxury too.

They give a couple light pats, then stand, purring, — "Good boy."

<3

Masterist

#whump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #my writing #whump writing #whumblr #whumplr #whump prompt #whump dialogue #eye gore mention #sadistic whumper #fearplay #captivity whump #they then proceed to torture someone right in front of his #making him listen to them cry and beg and scream #or perhaps they build and set up a new torture machine #but its a surprise so he can't look! #that's rude!! #maybe he might catch something that could help him escape #or maybe they're just tired of him staring at them from the corner as they relax #its distracting to have a captive stare holes into your neck while you're just trying to read you know

[oddsconvert]

Mute Whumpee having been forced into silence until they hear a certain “permission” code word.

Caretaker thinking that Whumpee is just mute from trauma now, and after about a week into their rescue they accidentally let that word slip and next thing they know, Whumpee is sobbing and apologizing and pleading-

Caretaker always liked the peace and quiet.

The sound of his own footsteps down an empty hallway, the creak of the floorboards beneath him, the soft whirring of the air conditioning unit in the corner. He liked the way the silence seemed to wrap around him like a blanket, shielding him from the outside world. He liked the way he could hear himself think, hear his own thoughts crystal clear when it was nice and quiet. When there were no distractions. When Caretaker could just be, without worrying about anything or anyone else.

Solitude is a blessing. Caretaker wouldn’t have traded it for anything in the whole wide world.

Caretaker used to like the peace and quiet…at least, before Whumpee fell into his lap.

The silence is now deafening, ear-piercing. The birds have stopped singing, the only sound is the wind rustling through the crunchy leaves scattered on the ground outside. The air is still and heavy, and the only movement is slow, steady drip of rainwater from the trees.

It is a silence that is full of fear and anticipation, and it is a silence that is waiting for something to happen. The quiet sounds like failure and disappointment. Another day blurs past in the blink of an eye - another day where he’s no closer to Whumpee speaking. Caretaker doesn’t even know the name of the man he rescued from the pits of hell, nor does he know his story. He doesn’t know the sound of Whumpee’s voice. If he has a family and friends, searching day and night to bring him home.

Whumpee is a mystery to Caretaker. And Caretaker is a mystery to Whumpee.

Caretaker peeks through the crack in the door, checking on Whumpee as he sleeps…on the floor. Whumpee lies huddled on the cold, hard ground, ignoring the perfectly made bed in the corner of the room. Like he’s not allowed to sleep in it. He writhes and flinches in his sleep, kicking his legs and whimpering like a dreaming dog. Whumpee is in there, somewhere, even if Caretaker can’t reach him just yet. He has tried everything he can think of, lost countless nights of sleep tossing and turning, and thought of every way to pull himself out of the darkness in his head, but nothing seems to work.

Whumpee suddenly awoke with a start, screaming and covered in cold-sweat, his eyes darting in horror around the room. Dark circles hang beneath his eyes, every inch of him vibrates in terror. When he spots Caretaker lingering in the doorway, he flinches and chokes on a sob.

“Hey, hey! Shhh, you’re okay!” Caretaker bursts through the doorway, rushing over to Whumpee’s side, “You were having another nightmare-”

Caretaker rubs Whumpee’s back as he heaves for air, “Would you like me to stay?”

Whumpee smiles, but it does not reach his teary eyes. His muscles tense like a spring about to bounce, and still he nods his head in agreement. Or submission.

Somewhere, somehow - Whumpee must understand and realise that this is safety. Caretaker is safety. His wounds and gashes are scabbing and closing, dark bruises fading into his pale skin. His belly warm and full. The dog collar strapped tight to his throat when Caretaker found him - long gone. Caretaker burned it.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I knew how to help -” Caretaker holds Whumpee's face, cupping his cheek.

There’s that damn silence again. Whumpee sniffles and wipes at his nose, refusing to even look at Caretaker now. He has all the answers, just not the words to reveal them. So close yet so far.

“I want you to know I will never hurt you, Whumpee. I just want to help… I just…I just want you to heal-”

Whumpee’s eyes go wide with horror, and he freezes like a statue. Caretaker can hear their heart racing in both their chests. Before Caretaker could stop him, Whumpee is kneeling at Caretaker’s feet, wrapping his arms around his legs, clinging like a baby koala and bursting into tears.

“Th-Thank you! Oh, thank you s-sir - thank god!” Whumpee wails, his voice deep, hoarse and scratchy. Caretaker can hardly believe his ears. It feels like a fever dream. Whumpee just spoke. What just happened?! What changed?!

“Whu-Whumpee?!” Caretaker gasps.

“I’m so sorry sir!!! I waited - and waited and…and I tried! I tried so hard to be good. I thought you’d never say it- I thought you'd never release me-”

"Release-"

"Heel. You - You told me to heel-" Whumpee slumps back onto the heels of his feet, sitting by Whumper's heels, his hands folded limp in front of his chest - begging. "My release word. I-I did good? I didn't speak, sir!!!"

"No…" Caretaker falters, "No, you didn't."

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[abhainnwhump]

Putting your characters in a kidnapping scenario is a great way to practice characterization because there are just so many ways you can take being kidnapped. Are they terrified and crying? Or calm and determined? Screaming and yelling curses or making jokes? How about begging for mercy? Immediately getting violent?

And when/if they break, how does their behavior change? You can have a character start calm and collected and turn paranoid after weeks or months in captivity. Iconically, take your defiant and cocky character and make them scared and meek. Take the sweet innocent character and turn them into a monster. How would your OC develop if they were in a problem like this?

My closing statement is, test your characters. Like a geode, you need to break it to see the gems inside.

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[vekovoysoldat-moved]

remember when bucky's therapist mocked him for the fact he doesn't call or text people much nor does he have many contacts?

#'yOU NEED TO TRUST PEOPLE' #yeah bc thats gonna happen overnight.... #the man was a captive for eiGHTY YEARS!!! #he was tortured brainwashed and abused for eighty years #( ooc // boy meets world : sasha ) #i have bucky brainrot im sorry #abuse mention cw #torture mention cw #captivity mention cw

[inkblot22]

(PS I don’t actually know the source material for idia I just stumbled upon one of your fics while looking at FFXIV Yandere fics so sorry if this sounds OOC)

I’m not super creative but what do you think might actually be Idia’ routine with his darling? Does he fall into any routine, does it change a lot?

Have a wonderful day (and happy late bunny day!) 🫶

I actually am of the opinion that this is a very creative thought! You should give yourself more credit. I like to idealize the day to day life, but it never occurred to me that writing it down might be a good idea. On that sentiment, I think maybe Vil or even Leona would have a better day to day routine. Dividers by @/cafekitsune

Also, wow, what a pipeline, FFXIV to twst?? You've got good taste lmao welcome to my blog.

I'll put this under the cut, and I'm also not promising that this will be very good. I use the 24 hour clock. I am constantly getting told irl that American people don't do that, but I'm evil, so I'm putting the times in 24 hour clock format.

TW for mentions of noncon, coercion, captivity, someone keeping someone else awake, a hint of Idia being an asshole

+ Idia doesn't really seem like he has much of a set schedule, but Ortho absolutely does and Ortho is lowkey kind of bossy, so...

+ Yeah uh, Idia's partner is absolutely out of luck. Idia likes night gaming a lot, and he gets loud, so good luck sleeping. Idia himself goes to bed late and wakes up whenever the heck he wakes up. He could go to bed at 0300 in the morning and wake up again at 0700.

+ As his kept partner, the schedule is a little more normal, like I said. Ortho doesn't really need to sleep from what I understand, (I haven't read all of book 6, no spoilers or else I WILL temporarily block you) but it's silly to imagine that he doesn't wake up or attempt to wake up everyone else around him as early as 0600.

+ After waking up, Idia will eat breakfast. I think it'd be delivered usually since Idia and his partner are basement dwellers, one by nature and the other by force. After breakfast begins work...

+ Or procrastination. Idia flip flops between extreme focus on what he should be doing and what he should not be doing. He manages to get his schoolwork done, but more often than not, he's asking his partner to cuddle up and watch a movie, drama, or his fingers flying across the keyboard. Idia will not ask them to cuddle if he is doing schoolwork or virtually attending classes.

+ I like to think that he smells smoky, on account of the flaming hair, and he runs hot, so prepare to SWEAT. In the case his partner doesn't really want to hang out with him, he will usually sulk and only occasionally get upset to the point of doing something about it.

+ I don't think he showers every day. I think he's an every other day type of showerer, based solely on him not being particularly active. This means that his partner doesn't have to run on his showering schedule and gets extra hot water on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

+ By the way, in the case that Idia's darling ever gets peckish, Idia has a snack stash that he proudly pulled out and showed them as soon as they were allowed to wander a bit. I figure they get hungry some time around 1400, especially if Idia is also eating at that time.

+ I think his metabolism is fast, but also a bit odd. He is a young person, and therefore he strikes me as the type to get randomly hungry. If asked very nicely (and with the promise of physical affection in some form) he'd be incredibly willing to make his partner something to munch on when he makes his own.

+ Despite Idia's partner being literally held captive in his room, with all his suspicious items and, worst of all, himself, Idia is about as respectful as a kidnapper can be about demanding sex. He doesn't like to be physically forceful about it, and he often will just jerk off in the bathroom.

+ The reason for this is very simple: If Ortho ever saw Idia having sex with ANYONE, Idia would spontaneously combust. Well, obviously he doesn't know that for certain, but it's a theory that he is not willing to test. He won't even talk about his preferences around his little brother.

+ As far as I'm aware, most people in captive situations do not tend to ask their kidnapper to fuck them unless they're being threatened in some way, but Idia's partner isn't typically being threatened (ignore the shock collar,) so they never ask Idia to have sex.

+ This does not stop Idia from being a whiny bitch about not having sex enough as soon as Ortho is gone for a few hours. The close quarters and sudden advent of a human being who he doesn't mind touching him is a big thing for Idia.

+ Ortho goes on "walks" in a sort of unusual schedule. That is to say that he doesn't have a schedule. If something needs to be picked up, he's tired of Idia not listening to him, he has his own stuff to do, or he just feels like it, Ortho will go out, sharing his location with Idia. From there, Idia will typically calculate how long it'd take Ortho to get back paired with whatever Ortho said he was going to do before he left, and see if he can squeeze in some coerced touching.

+ So. Good luck, Idia's partner. Idia will make a big stink until he gets bored or his partner gives in. His partner usually gives in, based on fear of what he might do alone.

+ Bedtime is somewhat randomized. If Ortho was out, when he comes back and it's any time after 2000, he will very subtly try to get Idia and his partner to start winding down. If both or one ignores him, he'll start getting upset.

+ Like I said, Ortho is kinda bossy. He will nag someone, and the worst part is that he's usually got their best interest in mind.

+On the off chance that Idia decides to go to bed at a decent time, he curls up behind his partner. He runs hot and smells smoky, and at some times it's not the worst thing. Some times.

+ By the way, a lot of this flies out the window in the event that Idia decides to attend classes in person. This is rare, so don't expect it to happen often, but it's not as good as it could be. Ortho goes with him and he locks up any way to reach the outside world, so all his partner has to entertain themselves is his manga collection, or the fun pastime of destruction of property. (This is a very bad idea, and I can expand on punishments later.)

+ In Idia's partner's case, every day is much of the same but just a little different, which makes it hard to keep track of time. The fact that Idia prefers low lighting and no natural light doesn't help this whatsoever.

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #tw: dark content #tw: dark themes #tw: yandere #yandere #twst #tw captivity #tw coercion #tw noncon mention #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia x reader #tw inability to sleep #idia shroud #twst idia #twisted wonderland idia #idia x reader #ortho shroud #anon asks #anon answered #thank you for sending an ask!!

[whumpy-wyrms]

whumpee who’s supposed to be dead, but was kidnapped by whumper instead. maybe whumper faked whumpee’s death, or maybe whumpee did die but whumper is a necromancer and brought them back to life, and replaced their body with a fake. whatever could’ve happened, nobody else knows that whumpee is alive and trapped with whumper.

there are no missing posters, no news reports, no search for the beloved whumpee because they’re legally dead. whumper taunts whumpee by making them watch their own funeral, or visit their own grave. whumpee is stuck with whumper knowing that nobody is looking for them or would ever find them because everyone thinks their body is buried deep underground.

#perhaps this is based on silas and aspen. perhaps #wyrms whumps #whump prompt #whump blog #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump idea #whump #whumper #whumpee #whumpblr #whump scenario #whump community #captivity whump #kidnap whump #death mention

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

When a character has the most intriguing backstory and piques your interest but you haven't even gotten to see the character fight

#legends of avantris #finally found a DnD podcast that absolutely delights me and isn't tarnished by my ex #on episode 5 rn and only just saw this backstory blurb and I had to pause cause that's so fucking interesting to me #and yeah in five episodes there hasn't been any combat but honestly hadn't even noticed until the blurb mentioned him fighting with chains #pretty sure there's like 50+ episodes out already so i have a lot to catch up on lmao #I'm very excited to see some fighting #kee speaks #BUT LIKE #Fire genasi forced to power a train?? He uses the chains that bound him to the chain to fight?? #I want to read some backstory about how that captivity happened and how he got out #(also the guy that plays him has the best character voice for him and his laughter is the best)

[whumperofworlds]

Whumper, who had lost their adult child (either by death, estranged, something like that), finds Whumpee, who bears a striking similarity to their child.

So Whumper kidnaps them, and began to treat Whumpee as if they were their own child that was gone, like feeding them foods that their child loved. Whumpee, who had a life, friends, and even worried family, tried to escape, but Whumper "punishes" them by putting them in their room (their holding cell), and even outright torturing them for "misbehaving".

#whump #whump prompt #death mention #kidnapping #captivity #recapture whump #just in case

[blackrosesandwhump]

Whump Prompt 129

Write something inspired by this concept:

Imagine a whumpee, strapped down and immobilized on a table, lying helpless in a darkened room. Weak and trembling, they can only manage a whimper of fear.

Imagine tubes connected to the veins in their arms, draining their blood away for some unknown purpose.

Imagine whumpee's blood collecting in vials that masked figures gather and remove without saying a single word.

And imagine whumpee's realization that, unless someone rescues them and soon, the extreme blood loss will surely kill them.

#whump #whump prompt #blood #drained of blood #torture #strapped down #helpless #near death #death mention #bleeding out #blood loss #fear #captivity #blackrosesprompts #whump inspiration #whump inspo #whump concept #whump idea #torture whump #human experimentation #dying #lots of blood

[whumpbees]

I'm actually still brainrotting about Whumpees held at gunpoint- But!! This time in Public

Whumper hiding a gun under their coat, or in their sleeve. Pressing it to Whumpee's lower back, pressuring them to behave or else

Or! Maybe threatening Everyone Else, telling whumpee to act normal, or anyone who notices will get Shot

#whump #honey posts #whump prompt #whumpee #whumper #captive whumpee #tw gun mention #tw gun #public whump