#endurance whump

[whump-captain]

it's a beautiful day in the unethical lab and you are a horrible test subject

#thinkin about lab whump again #and about like. how delicate real science and real experimentation would surely be. #and how little effort it would most likely take to become just an apocalyptic fucking nuisance in an environment like that #kinda want a kintsugi lab chapter au in which ethan is not manipulated into consenting to all the stuff done to him #and instead embraces sabotage #lucy: i can't imagine what horrors he must be enduring in those cruel labs #ethan: i have contaminated all of their control samples #ocposting

[letitbehurt]

Yes I adore Whumpees who talk their way through the pain of field surgery. Yes I equally adore Whumpees who are so delirious with pain that all they can do is scream around the bit as Caretaker works to remove a bullet or suture a gash. When Caretaker has to hold a thrashing Whumpee still, whispering an endless stream of apologies underneath their wordless sobs of pain.

#per my previous post #I love phrases <33 #but there is a special place in my heart for Whumpees who are past any attempt at speaking #the only option they have is to lie there and endure it #knowing it’s necessary even as they would do anything to make it stop #all the while Caretaker has to work around the knowledge that it’s their fault Whumpee is screaming #and what can they say to ease that pain? #whump

[siren-of-agony]

Immortal whumper that let's immortal whumpee run away every now and again.

They both know, sooner or later, they'll be found again.

#whump #whump prompt #immortal whumpee #Immortal whumper #🤌 It's about the constant fear 🤌 #🤌 It's about the recapture trope 🤌 #🤌 It's about the characters knowing each other so so well and them being the only constant in each other's long long lives 🤌 #🤌 It's about the horror in the comfort and the comfort in the horror 🤌 #🤌 It's about the question if running away is worth it or if the anticipation of being found again and again isn't worse than enduring #the constant torture 🤌 #Okey im done now #Actually #🤌It's about maybe feeling almost safe after like a hundred years or more only to realize that whumper has actually been waiting close by #for years for exactly that moment #Maybe even having wormed their way into whumpees social circle #To show how fake that safety always was 🤌 #Also 🤌 It's about the intimacy 🤌

[justwhumpythings]

Just put into words that the main thing that makes a character super whumpable to me is that they're pure of heart, I'm such a sap lol.

(A certain amount of soft/fearfulness is also required I think, because some sort of noble strong knight would just be ehh)

#this also explains why whumping dt's phileas fogg came so easily to me 😅 #dm me i'm just rambling #personal #about me #whump #we now return to your (ir)regularly scheduled whump blogging #damn maybe i like scared whumpees because they show me that you can fear things and still endure them with inner strength #eep lol #ok i'm stopping now

[rainbowsandwhumperflies]

[Image description: A four panel comic. In the first panel, someone asks a very muscular person, "Wow! How did you get like that?" In the second and third panels, the muscular person says, "Every time I'm tempted to post my Whumptober writing early, I do one pushup." In the fourth panel, the less muscular person says, "Jesus Christ." /end description]

#this is such a test of endurance actually #listen i just get so excited and wanna post it immediately #i wanna!! show everyone the thing i made!! #rainbow's shitposts #also i've never done image descriptions before so if i did it wrong or anyone has pointers feel free to tell me! #whump #whumptober meme #whump meme #whumpblr

[dresden-syndrome]

Tell us a bit about your original whumpy world! What is it like?

-- @whumperofworlds

✨Thank you for asking!! Sorry for the long response, I really appreciate your curiosity!🥰

❇️After Germany lost the WW2, it was split to four occupation zones, with three of them governed by countries of the West and the fourth given to the USSR. The country spent a few years in poverty and uncertainty while the victorious superpower nations argued over its future, until in October 1949 the fate of Germany's Soviet part was sealed.

✳️Using their political powers and status, the USSR made it into a communist satellite state - German Democratic Republic. From that point, the alternative history timeline begins.

❇️The Soviets promoted their chosen candidate, Klaus Weninger, to rule the newly found state. Being an orthodox Soviet Marxist-Leninist with a tyrannical side, Weninger proudly considered himself "Comrade Stalin's first disciple", determined to rebuild East Germany by the Soviet dictator's views.

✳️As more Eastern European states started turning Communist by that time, he decided to take matter in his own hands. Suffering from USSR's pressure, these states were more eager to unite on European lands rather than stay under Kremlin's direct control. With Stalin's approval, Weninger's party began the unification process, and by the end of 1950 six countries formed their own communist state governed by East Germany: the EESU.

❇️Klaus Weninger aimed for a fast effective country restoration in his radical order. The EESU government was quick to estabilish the ideological basis. The ECP (European Communist Party) dominated over the state, declaring all opposing political parties illegal.

✳️Open displays of propaganda backed by material support became a common thing. With raising quality and stability of life, the people were worried yet quite supportive at first. But by the time the political tyranny started to show its claws, it was already too late.

❇️The first obstacle in the new state's life was the divided capital, Berlin. After lots of conflicts, with the help of the USSR and China Berlin was fully united by the end of 1953. There wasn't such thing as the Berlin wall in EESU - their infamous Cold War wall was way larger. A wall on the EESU - West Germany border, building since 1957. The Great Wall of Germany.

✳️The EESU's relationships with the West were extremely difficult, often balancing on the verge of an armed conflict. It led to a constant threat of the next World War both in the government and common folks' life.

❇️Children learned the basic military skills and evacuation plans from a young age, military bases and bunkers emerged near every town, calls for peace and bread were shouted alongside with "war to the West".

✳️EESU often imposed martial law in regions or the country as a whole, most of the times without fully informing citizens of the reasons behind, doubling down on terror, propaganda and surveillance for all the population affected. More often than not it became either cause or consequence of civil unrest.

❇️Science, healthcare and technological progress were one of the EESU's priorities. Careers in STEM and medical fields were highly respected and encouraged, lots of young scientists from EESU, USSR and China contributed to the country's advance, new hospitals and research facilities appeared at the record rate. By mid 1960s EESU was already recognized as having one of the most efficient healthcare systems in the world.

✳️Their dirty little secret? Advanced State Research. The strictly confidential country-wide program specifically for human experiments, obtaining the subjects from State Security prisons. With those regarded irredeemable (class 4) any tests, scientific or not, were justified by the government with no legal repercussions.

❇️Ah yes, human rights. Officially the EESU had a constitution, guaranteeing everyone's rights, duties, freedom and dignity. It's only that the ideology was above all laws. And it didn't worked during the martial law. And "everyone" there meant "every politically loyal one". And nobody was safe from being accused of political crimes. Not to mention the EESU political criminal classification in which the "irredeemable" offenders were legally deprived of the human status itself. A true democracy.

💫Sorry it turned out so long! If you've read it so far, treat yourself with something tasty for endurance, you deserved it!💫

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #historical whump #military whump #whump ask #ask answered #count it as an endurance test lmao

[ethereousdelirious]

Today's mood: stoic characters fucking BREAKING

S l o w l y

I mean a gradual internal buildup until tears begin to slip down their cheeks, no sound but quiet sniffles that escalate into breathy, hitching sobs

And then maybe proper hysterics, if it suits

#ethereous speaks #does this count as dacryphilia #hoougghh just. crying in sickfics/whump is SO GOOD #but i want to feel like it's been earned #i hate it when a stoic character endures moderate discomfort for a brief period and then just starts bawling out of nowhere

[whumpflash]

Shadow Puppet: Bones

cw: restrained beating, broken bones, immortal whumpee

previous part

Of course Peter didn't listen.

Why should he? As Wisp had said, he'd drank the lifeblood of the neverland. He was a part of it now, just like the fae. And did an eye take orders from a hand? No. Only from the mind itself, and he knew the island wanted him to explore, unconstrained and undeterred.

He was worried about his shadow, now that it was clear fae magic could have it turning on him in an instant. There was no trouble in daylight. He could use the sun to his advantage, hide from the treacherous thing. But at night, it could be lurking in any darkness.

So the next time Peter ventured into the Merfolk's territory, it was in the dead of the day. He took care to outrun his shadow beforehand, flying so high overhead it could barely track him, then making wild turns and twists until it lost him completely.

He was careful in the landing, too, aware that the fae could have eyes anywhere, under any leaf, on any blade of grass, any flower petal. Tricky business.

Was it really worth it? Sure, the tales the Mer could tell him about James had value, but was he really here for those? Or had he simply felt challenged when the fair folk tried to tell him no?

It didn't matter.

Careful wasn't careful enough, in the end.

It happened as he was leaving. A flurry in the growing dusk, shadow on shadow closing in.

Peter made the same mistake as before, took to the sky too late, and was snatched from the air.

Shade came from all sides, a darkness that threatened to drown him, a cold that embedded itself in his skin, making it difficult to take in air.

Above the sound of his own labored breathing, he heard a word, spoken with an air of command in the musical language of the fae.

Locust.

The pressure let up, darkness parting just enough that he could meet the faerie's eyes.

"I don't know why I bothered to warn you," they said coldly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Peter forced out through chattering teeth.

"All these lies, Pan. I don't know what Bell saw in you, that she'd even consider your requests, much less grant them." Their eyes flicked down. "A mistake on her part."

The shadows were receding, granting him a full view of the woods around. The moon above, Locust's tall form silhouetted in its light.

"But she must keep her promise," the faerie continued, a smile slowly growing on their face. "And now I must keep mine. Remember that one, Pan? Or do you forget the consequences as easily as you forget the rules?"

Well that was a jump in logic. Peter remembered every rule. How else would he know which ones must be kept and which ones were stupid? Locust could go on with their promise. Break his bones. He'd be right as rain as soon as the faerie was gone, just one sip from his flask, and—

His flask.

He realized with a start that he could no longer feel its weight on his hip. A darting glance around caught the gleam of burnished leather at Locust's feet.

The faerie caught the scent of his panic, their smile growing as they drank it in.

"You thought this would be a slap on the wrist then? No. This is a time for you to learn. The will of my people is not to be questioned. You took our boons. You're bound to us, Pan, even if neither of us like it."

They were closer now, directly over him. With tremendous effort, Peter retained his cool expression, watching Locust speak as if bored. Not squirming, not insulting or bargaining. Simply watching. Locust seemed to want fear. Pleading. Hell if he'd give it to them. 

They could break his bones. Leave him to rot. So what? He'd drag himself back to camp if it took all year. He'd heal in his own time if that was what it took. So what?

The thought screamed in his mind as Locust brought their heel down on his ankle with a sickening crack.

So what? You can hurt me, but you can't control me.

Crack!

Other leg, other ankle. Peter was familiar with the sound of screams, but how strange they were, coming from his own throat.

Crack!

He was conscious of the tears streaming down his face, of his jaw clamped so tightly shut his teeth were on the verge of splintering.

And let them. Bones for me, not bones for you.

Crack!

Everything below his waist became a roar of pain. Through blurred vision he could see the flask, still there, a few yards away, less.

As soon as the faerie was through he'd drag himself to it. He'd grasp it with shattered fingers, and he'd drink, and he'd be whole.

Locust had something in hand now, some staff. Maybe metal, maybe wood. Powerful enough to drive fractures through his pelvis as it was brought down.

He was past screaming by now, focusing on the breathing, on the burning, on the icy grip on his wrists, the cold he could no longer feel pinning his ankles.

A crack for each rib, for his collarbone, pain slowly enveloping each arm, starting at the shoulders, crushing his elbows, not stopping until it had devoured each finger.

His left hand was the last to break, sick irony.

Left hand, left hand, his mind echoed somewhere beneath the agony, as Locust smashed each joint, each fingerbone.

They paused their efforts then, watched him gasp on the ground with satisfaction.

Blessings and curses. The neverland wouldn't let him die, but it didn't like him sleeping either, wouldn't let him fade to black.

Another scream was torn from him as Locust hooked their boot under his hip and rolled him onto his stomach, the shards of his skeleton clicking and grinding against each other.

"We aren't done yet, Pan, I said every bone. I promised every bone."

Each shoulder blade then, each segment of spine, broken under the weight of Locust's staff.

Could he still make it to the flask? Could he drag himself a yard when an inch was impossible?

I won't give up so easily. I can't. I have to…

His boys would find him, wouldn't they? Would they heal him? He couldn't pretend their loyalty was unwavering; everything depended on him keeping things interesting, and hell if he couldn't do that.

But now? Would they see dragging him back— even opening his flask for him—as too great a chore when he'd promised them nothing but fun?

So what if they do? So what? I'll find a way. Crawl back, learn to dance around the agony until it's just another normal.

Through the crushing, crashing hurt he could feel Locust, tapping at the back of his head with their staff.

"I saved this one for last. As I said, this is a lesson. Far be it from me to let you sleep when it's not yet done. But now—" The staff raised, a faraway swish through the night air.

"Now it's time to let you think on these matters."

And they brought it down, with one final

Crack!

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#get rekt #ouchy but i really cant blame locust here lol #warning for immortal whumpee so readers know we're going beyond what an average person could endure :) #whump #whump writing #peter pan #shadowpuppet #never/never #whumper turned whumpee #tw beating #broken bones #villain whump #immortal whumpee #immortal whump

[kpchrs]

Picking morally grey and/or villain blorbos over humans every time because at least they and their crimes are not real.

Sorry. Back in the phase of "losing my faith in humanity" again.

#kris' #ill choose to read mark jeffersons dead dove fics than losing my faith anytime #or idk nasty hisokaxgonxkillua fics #or torture me with a/b/o fics ill endure them #gimme sex pollen fics ill read them and review them in paragraphs #give me the best depressing hurt no comfort whump stories #anything #except for feeling like this #OR BETTER TORTURE FOR ME? #PUT NATHAN IN THE NASTIEST INTERPRETATION OF YOURS #that's the best torture for me actually #ill endure it #OR YOU CAN MAKE ME READ HELLCHEER DEAD DOVES ABOUT THEM HATING AND KILLING EACH OTHER #PUT YOUR NASTY SELVES ON FICTION #ill read them #ill review them #as long as its fiction #whats happening right now is real life

[adrift-in-thyme]

If I had a nickel for every time I’ve resurrected First just to be possessed (or almost possessed) by some creepy villain trying to use him to kill the heroes I would have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened.

#possession is one of my favorite whump tropes so there’s that #it’s just so frightening #and angsty too #but first has had to endure that twice now #poor dude #trin rambles #first meets the chain au

[guys-in-distress-database]

Celebrating 500 Entries

As you may or may not have seen earlier, we have finally hit 500 entries! After over three years of this, I have made 500 of these silly little self-indulgent thingies!

To honour this momentous occasion, I will choose my personal favourites from each of the major categories I've covered and give a little treatise on why I think each is a great bondage scene within the medium it occupies. I will try to be as objective as possible (although some personal bias will inevitably come into play). The categories I will cover are: anime, animated film, western animated television, live action film, live action television, literature, comic books, music videos and video games.

Thank you to those who've been with me since before entry 100 and all those who just got here. It's a blast being part of these communities and finding so many kindred spirits. I love doing this and here's to hopefully 500 more entries!

#I did it! #500 entries! #thank you so much for following me through this #and enduring my crazy approach to GID #whump #GID

[whumpacabra]

What are Friends For?

Missing persons, found, exhaustion, unconsciousness, blood, cauterization, firearms, fire and dog mention

[Follows Missing]

His hands were sweaty on the minivan’s steering wheel as he pulled to the curb. He pushed his glasses up, sweat soaked curls falling in his face as he looked to his wife.

“This the place?”

“Yeah.” She was already getting out of the car, movements stiff as a tightly coiled spring.

“I’ll ask them. Um, if that’s alright - ”

“I’ll let the dog out for bit. Stretch his legs.” She didn’t want to deal with people anymore than he did after the last few days.

“…Okay.” He took a deep breath, looking at the door with bloodshot eyes.

The pair had driven through the night to check on their friends after their own brush with danger. Finding the safehouse aflame and poor Meowth locked in an otherwise empty car wasn’t a good sign.

There were other safe houses of course - not nearby, but close enough. If someone was injured. But RJ knew better than to drag their partner into this mess any deeper than they needed to, and it was convenient that his family home was an easy detour. Maybe too easy.

He knocked three times, sharp and polite. He couldn’t help but fiddle with his reflection in the glass pane of the doorframe. Hopefully the cut near his hairline was hidden enough, or the sweat and soot soiled button-up was enough to distract from it.

The woman that answered was what he expected and not at all. She was soft and silver hair and plump, nothing like her sharp and skittish son. Except for her eyes, blue and brilliant.

“Can I help you?” There was a hardness to her voice as he realized he hadn’t spoken since she opened the door.

“Um, I’m hoping so - your son - wai - OW!” He managed to catch the door before she could close it, and consequently had his hand slammed in the door. “Listen, I’m just trying to find my friend - ”

“Your friend?” She was incredulous, as though the notion that her son had friends was as strange as saying he sprouted wings and flew away.

“Yes, David, your son - I think. This is the Pinkerton house, right? I haven’t had Dave double check his records since - ”

“How do you know him?” Her eyes were narrowed, suspicious and accusatory. “Nevermind - why on earth do you think he’d be here? I haven’t seen him in years.”

His mouth had gone dry; mixing truth and fiction wasn’t his strong suit. He could tell her the truth, a truth she wasn’t likely to believe, and endanger David’s family without his consent. He could try to lie - he was never very good at it -

“Ma’am,” His wife was standing over his shoulder, coldly addressing the woman. “I have been awake for 45 hours. We both have. I have a 2 year old three states away I want to get back to. But I can’t do that until I know that my friends are safe. So, if you want to stand there and lie to our faces, that’s fine. But don’t waste our fucking time.”

“Sarah,” He hissed through clenched teeth. The woman at the door blinked in silent, confused and offended shock.

“How…how do you know he’s been here?” Her once steely voice had gone soft and fearful, blue eyes darting between the pair at her door.

“Oh, your garage was open and your street camera recorded him and his car last night.” Sarah ignored her husband’s soft murmur of ‘oh not again’ and ‘hacking is my thing.’ “And unless you have recently started repainting, I assume that’s his blood.”

The woman drew a sharp breath of retort only to blanche at the mention of blood, leaning through the threshold of the door to look at the wall.

Even he was shocked to realize his eyes had skimmed over the obvious, rust red splatters of dried blood that streamed down the pale yellow paneling, staining the welcome mat and concrete porch.

“You might want to pressure wash that.” Sarah grabbed her husband’s hand, tugging him toward the car. “He went south - probably the Aslpundth safehouse. Here’s hoping he made it.”

“Wait!” There was a new voice from the house, a willowy man with wire frame glasses stumbling down the porch toward them. “Please,” He glanced back to the woman now smothering her tears as she scrubbed at the dry blood with a wash cloth. “I - let me - I’m going with you. To find him.”

“You’re a civilian.” Sarah’s icy voice has lost some of its edge to exhaustion. “And he…might not be in the best shape if you want a reunion -”

“I wasn’t asking.” Mr. Pinkerton drew himself to his full height, a shimmer of his son’s stubbornness in the way he held his ground despite Sarah’s unwavering glare.

“You follow his lead.” She jerked her head to her husband as he walked around the confrontation to start the car. “He says to stay, you stay. Run, you run. Jump off a bridge - you jump because out of the three of us, he’s the one I trust to best estimate the depth the water below. Am I clear?”

“Crystal.”

—

A pit was forming in Mr. Pinkerton’s stomach the second he sat in the back of that minivan. The dog was a decent distraction to be sure - its orange vest, heavy head and calming presence soothing the turmoil in his veins.

His wife hadn’t told him that their son had visited last night. Not a word. She tossed and turned all night and complained about hot flashes. Some part of him was angry, another relieved.

Mostly he was glad he had an excuse to let her think about that choice while he was gone. He didn’t know what he would have done in her shoes, and he didn’t want to face that.

So now he sat behind a pair of exhausted, intense people who seemed more than willing and able to deal with anything they encountered as they sat in a suburban driveway Mr. Pinkerton had driven past a dozen times when the main road was out.

He wasn’t sure how to process the pistols they loaded or the knives they sheathed. His son had been a criminal, he had even threatened turning him in to the police if he didn’t move out. But smuggling drugs somehow was never clearly connected to bullets and blades, at least not the way these people handled them.

This was second nature to their practiced hands, and Mr. Pinkerton felt a flash of regret for his impulsive decision.

“Stay in the car,” The man didn’t have the same iciness as his partner, but there was a calculating shine to his dark eyes. He held out a device Mr. Pinkerton was relieved to recognize. “Don’t talk to us unless you’re being actively shot at, stabbed, or lit on fire.”

“Roger roger,” Mr. Pinkerton said, taking the radio. He almost missed how the man lit up at the reference before schooling his expression back to seriousness.

“Right. Uh, don’t leave the car unless I tell you to and only as I tell you to - drive away, go through the back door only, etcetera.” He squinted at his partner. “That all?”

“Yup. You’re not rusty quite yet.” She cocked her gun and set the safety. “Let’s do this,”

The pair left, and all Mr. Pinkerton could do was sit in silence, alone. Well, except for the dog, of course.

—

It was excruciating. She knew he was here; the blood that trailed across the driveway and garage concrete and carpets had to be his.

For a moment she wondered if RJ had made it here too - somehow. They hated to leave him alone for long. They hated to be alone themself for too long. But there was no tell tale sign of their meticulous attention to detail. They never would have left the pin pad outside bloody.

“Garage is clear, I’ll take the first level.” Harrison’s voice was steady and soft.

“Copy. Moving to second level.” It was so quiet. Too quiet. David snored when he slept - she could so clearly remember him on their couch, cradling her infant in his arms.

The blood led to the bathroom, handprints smeared on the door.

“Kitchen is clear. Moving to living room.”

“Copy, entering master bathroom.” The door creaked, hinges whining for WD40. The air was rancid - she was too familiar with the smell of burnt flesh and sterilizing solutions.

Her breathing hitched, her first assumption the worst. The floor was sticky with blood. The man in the tub silent and still, an arm draped over the tub’s edge and head lolling limply.

Then she saw it; the slow, shallow and shuddering breath that rattled his body, and she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“He’s here. Finish clearing and assist.”

“Understood.” There was relief in his voice too. She would have called him a target if he wasn’t alive.

There was no point in waking him - if he was going to bleed out, it would have happened hours ago. Sarah observed his wounds as she knelt beside the scene, setting aside the cold propane torch and blood smeared medical supplies.

He had done a decent job, considering how painful it must have been. A preferable alternative to bleeding out. From his handiwork she couldn’t tell if it had been a bullet or a blade, only that he had cauterized the area as effectively as he could have with the tools at his disposal.

“Oh fuck,” Harrison breathed, stepping softly into the bathroom and assessing the scene. “Mr. Pinekerton-?”

“Yes?” The eager fear in his voice was palpable.

“In the back of the minivan there’s a small lunch cooler - it’s green. Come in through the garage and go upstairs.”

“Copy, er - roger roger?”

Harrison was no longer amused by the older man’s attempt at levity. He wasn’t sure if David would appreciate his father seeing him like this, but many hands made light work.

And from the looks of it, someone would be carrying David.

[Directly before Twilighted]

(Part of my Freelancers: Post-Retirement series)

#whump #missing #found #unconscious #cauterization #freelancers #I’ve named them now you must endure references to mid 2000s shows my lil bro was obsessed with for a year #debated splitting this up since it’s longer than other drabbles but ¯\ _(ツ)_/ you get what you get.

[obsessedwithegos]

Worked Themselves To Exhaustion for Dor.

Specifically: has to run on a treadmill at top speed for as long as physically possible, not allowed to stop until they are about to collapse. One of those treadmills that count the miles you run, too. I'm curious.

I'll use stars to mark bonuses!

CWs: Vampire satyr whumpee, Blindfold, Restraint, Consensual whump

Notes: Canon, the treadmill in this we’ll say gets up to 12 mph! Just like w/ most of my BTHB, most of it is under the cut!

~~~

Dor has undergone this test before, back when they hunted vampire hunters and had been caught. 

The hunters wanted to make sure they were exhausted before using them as bait. Back then they barely made it to 192 miles because of their demonic endurance. 

The way their arms were tied behind their back so they couldn’t lift themself up on the bars of the treadmill to avoid running was familiar. What wasn’t familiar was the blindfold over their eyes.

They stood still as everything was set up. They needed to prove that they could join the team, while the team members themselves seemed to think they were worthy, the team’s bosses wanted to check themself. 

“It’s going to be a build up, but once it’s at top speed it won’t slow down. Understood?” One of the voices asked.

“Understood.” Dor replied

“Good. Starting now.” 

The build up was easy, working up from walking to jogging to sprinting to full on running wasn’t difficult in the slightest. 

They had no time frame reference, they couldn’t look down to see their progress, they just had to run and focus on their breathing. 

They didn’t need to eat, drink, or sleep, they could just focus on running. 

Running was easy for a long time, the demonic endurance shining its head once again. 

They could hear the people around them when they changed shifts, but they didn’t slow down or falter. The treadmill remained at top speed, just like they were told. 

It was a while before the fatigue started, before they started to breathe heavier and sweat started to bead on their forehead. 

They heard the sound of pen scratching on paper, they must be documenting at what points they show signs of starting to wear down. 

Nothing hurt yet, their lungs were just needing more air. 

By the time their legs started to hurt, it was mainly their hooves causing the pain. They should’ve visited their farrier before coming here, they would last longer if their hooves were in their best shape. 

They gritted their teeth, the pain was bearable but they knew it would continue to build up. 

Another sound of pen scratching on paper. 

Soon, another change of shifts. 

Their breathing was labored and the fatigue was wearing on them. Even if they were offered a break now, they wouldn’t accept it. Because if they stopped they wouldn’t be able to continue. 

Their legs burned and sweat was basically pouring off of them at this point. 

Their right leg cramps, causing them to fall with a yell, their jaw slams down onto the treadmill before they are flung off. 

The treadmill stopped and there was the sound of more pen writing on paper.

Dor hissed and rolled in pain, unable to straighten their leg out as it continues to cramp and pain shoots through their face and neck from their jaw. 

“You just made it into the 39th hour.” A new voice announces as it gets closer to them. “457 miles. That’s better than any of the current members can do, granted you don’t have the limitations that they do.” 

“I would’ve made it longer if my leg didn’t fucking cramp.” They hissed due to the pain. They wouldn’t have made it much longer. Maybe they would have finished the 39th hour.

Right now they were pretty positive their bottom fangs were at least cracked from that fall.

“We’ll repeat this test again at the end of your training. I’ll untie you, take your time to rest. Next shift will come to get you for the next test.”

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General: @emmettnet @thebluejaysworld

#owe answers #anonymous #prompted writing tag #bad things happen bingo #dor writing tag #dor tag #worked themselves to exhaustion #Believe it or not. In my lore when it comes to training to work for the goverment as a team like team golden. THE TRAINING IS VERY INHUMANE #which isn't surprising bc you gotta be trained to withstand inhumane conditions out on the field and if you get kidnapped. but ya know- #whump #whump tag #consensual whump #satyr whumpee #vampire whumpee #ask to tag #demonic endurance + vampiric durability is a HELL of a bonus when it comes to running! #anyway i did math for this! did I double check it? no <3 #somewhat short bc am tired but had fun with this idea!!! #BTHB: Original work / Original Characters

[ladyinsertnamehere]

Broken wings 25

You start sketching out your plan…you’d wind his limbs around the tall tree in your front yard, tying his hands together, like Saint Sebastian himself. You’d put him right above the patch of thistle, forcing him to stand on his toes so as to not be pricked. You’d leave him there to be seen and stared at, but not to be helped.

#winged whumpee #interactive comic #humiliation whump #whump writing #endurance whump? is that?

[emilybeemartin]

Boromir Lives AU: High Uncle of the White Tower

A follow-up to It's a BABY

First, as so many folks have pointed out, the baby's name, with the boron root, meaning "steadfast, trusty, enduring;" ergo Boromir: "steadfast jewel" and Elboron: "steadfast/enduring star." I love this as a memorial in canon, but we ain't in canon here and I get to make it an honorarium instead because I am drunk with power.

Good luck getting that baby back, Faramir.

"I'll have him wear nonskid waders, I swear."

While this is obviously a nod to Sharpe, I was actually inspired by Sean talking about how he used to play with toy soldiers when he was young ("you know, about twenty") on History Hack.

Later, at the all-units Pass in Review:

Boromir Lives: Helm's Deep

Boromir Lives: Whump-Time After Pelennor

Boromir Lives: GO TO SLEEP

Boromir Lives: Aragorn's Coronation

Boromir Lives: Faramir and Eowyn's Wedding

Boromir Lives: It's a BABY

Boromir Lives: The Haircuts

#boromir lives au #boromir #faramir #eowyn #elboron #aragorn #arwen #lotr #lord of the rings #sean bean

[ohtobeleah]

Bruises // Jake Seresin

Summary: After a mission goes south, Jake finds himself captured by insurgents that show no remorse. But what’s worse than knowing he failed his mission? Knowing that the Weapons Systems Officer who trusted him to bring her home safe was in the same cell as him. Collecting bruises that match his own.

Mini Series Warnings: Heavy themes of violence, sexual assault, torture. 18+ content. Minors DNI. Mature themes. Being held in captivity. Hostage style situation. Main character death! Whump, Angst. Conversations that discuss antisocial & antisemitism views.

Author Note: THIS SERIES IS CONFRONTING, FICTIONAL, AND DEPICTS IMAGES OF TORTURE. DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THIS SERIES WILL BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR MENTAL STABILITY. CURATE YOUR OWN TIMELINE.

Chapter One: [Happily Ever Afters Don’t Exist] A certain naval aviator shows up on your front doorstep right on cue. Because when the nightmares are too hard to handle on their own? You and Jake find solace in one another’s presence. (2.5k ) (Out Now)

Chapter Two: [Tactile Takedown] When a missile is headed right for Roosters F-18, Jake makes a decision that could end up costing you your life. (4.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Three: [In The Arms Of The Enemy] Both you and Jake come face to face with the man you only know as ‘The Commander’ who you soon find out has very little patience for bullshit. (4.6k) (Out Now)

Hotshot: The moments before you were brought into your cell & the memory that haunted Jake Seresins mind. (1.3k )

Chapter Four: [Men & Their Many Masks] You and Jake find yourselves alone in his cell for what feels like a week. Passing the time with mundane conversations. But when The Commander and his fellow officers finally come back? Things take a turn for the worst. (5.3k) (Out Now)

Chapter Five: [Emerald City:] *** You’re forced against your will by three insurgents all the while Jake helplessly watches on. In return? He’s given a gift made only for the broken hearted. (4.8k) (Out Now)

Chapter Six: [Ninety in Five] *** Hours, Days, Weeks, Months. Just how long have you and Jake been enduring the horrific torture at the hands of a Rogue Nations Commander. (5.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Seven: [War Wounds in the Ward] When help finally arrives, Jake believes it may be too late. The extent of both your injuries are finally revealed and the both you come face to face with the reality of just how long you’d been held in captivity for. (7.4k) (Out Now)

Chapter Eight: [The Platform] When Jake wakes up beside you after seeking refuge in your company, he’s forced to face a nightmare he thought would only ever exist in his mind. (1.6k) (Out Now)

Epilogue: [Before, During & Never After] There one place Jake Seresin knows where to find you after he’s woken by a startling bark. (1.6k) (Out Now)

Concepts / Blurbs.

-> [Don’t Wanna Miss My Stop] Jake Overdoses

-> [Don’t Blame Me] Jake doesn’t blame himself for how you died. He blames himself for why you died.

Status: Complete

Life After Death Spin off Series

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin angst #Jake Seresin whump #jake hangman x you #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin fanfiction