#immortality whump

[whumpwillow]

immortals that feel they have to act like they aren’t traumatized by what happens to them because none of it shows on their body since they heal from everything <3 

#trauma tw #immortal whumpee #immortality whump #immortal whump #whump #whump prompts #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump trope #whump ideas #whump idea #whump inspiration

[blackrosesandwhump]

The Marvelous Resurrecting Boy, Part 12

Part 11

BTHB: Lacerations

Fandom: Original work

Synopsis: In the aftermath of his friend's attack, Bram repeats his performance of the dying swan...and something happens that he didn't expect.

CW: death, blood, suicide for convenience, drugging reference

“I-I’m so sorry…”

Kian lay in the cot next to Bram’s, staring at nothing, his hands folded across his chest. A white bandage wrapped up his left forearm, lightly tinged with fresh blood.

“I didn’t mean to, really…” Kian said, his voice breaking. “I couldn’t help it…it wasn’t me.”

“I know it wasn’t.” I know that now, anyway, Bram thought. He shifted in his own cot, turning to face the other boy. The motion sent little stabs of pain through the fresh lacerations raked across his torso and arms. “At least it was me and not Ester.”

A couple of tears leaked from Kian’s eyes. “I might’ve killed her. I can’t kill you.” He managed a shaky half-smile.

“True.”

But it hurt. The claw-marks burned. Bram was used to pain, even agony, but usually, he would die and resurrect, and the injuries would be gone. This time, he had to live with the aftermath of Kian’s wild attack.

It wasn’t Kian’s fault, not really. He couldn’t help the effect that the new moon had on him. It was just the type of creature he was: a cambion, a half-human half-demon creature that turned into a monster on the darkest night of every month.

No wonder Griffin wanted to drug him, Bram thought, then immediately hated himself for thinking it.

“All right, you’re both cleared to leave,” the medic announced, breaking through Bram’s thoughts. “Keep those injuries clean and bandaged, and you should both recover just fine.” He made a mark on his pad of paper. “Better get ready for your next performances.”

The next performance. Bram sat up wearily, swung his feet down, and followed Kian out of the medical tent.

The air was slightly warmer today, carrying the faintest hint of spring on a breeze that seemed to rise out of nowhere. Bram took a deep breath. He was alive (for now). And—his pulse sped up at the thought—he might see Violet again in the audience. She might be watching.

That is, if it really was her. His footsteps slowed. What if it wasn’t? What if all this time, she was only a hallucination, a figment of his nightmares?

Even if she is just a hallucination, he answered himself, I still love her.

He looked around and found he’d stopped outside the meal tent. The newest performers were clustered there, the group in which he’d seen the winged boy.

But the winged boy wasn’t there.

***

The Marvelous Resurrecting Boy’s performance of the dying swan garnered an even larger crowd the second time.

Bram shuffled back and forth backstage, sweating slightly under his layer of white feathers. He had a feeling, an unshakable feeling, that she would be there. And if she was, nothing else would matter.

The act before him ended--Kian and Ester together this time—and the audience applauded.

Thump-thump thump-thump thump-thump. His heart took off beating, pounding like it intended to throb itself right out of his chest.

Like last time, the spear pierced him through. He barely noticed the pain as he stepped onto the stage. He played the dying swan as dramatically as ever: the slow, melancholy dance; the blood crimsoning his wings; the tragic collapse as he died.

And as he died, he saw her. She was out there, in the audience, watching him die. Watching him come back to life.

And it looked like…it looked like she was crying—

The shipwreck again—the memory winked out and back—they were standing on a beach together, watching another ship approach the shore—

He came back to life and got shakily to his feet. The noise of the audience overwhelmed him: shouts and cries of acclamation and awe, thunderous applause, the soft pop of a camera close by. He looked around, startled. Someone had taken his photograph. A photograph of the dying swan, covered in his own blood.

Someone took his arm and guided him offstage.

“They shouldn’t make you do that act,” Kian said, still holding onto Bram as he helped him down the wooden steps. “That’s a lot of blood loss, even for you.”

“I guess it is,” Bram murmured, feeling a little dizzy. But it’s worth it. It’s always worth it, to see Violet again—

“Bram.” His handler stood in the way, a peculiar expression etched across his face. “Go clean yourself up, quick as you can, and get back here immediately.”

“Why?” Kian blurted, his eyes flashing yellow for just a moment. “Can’t you see he needs to recover—”

“He doesn’t have time for that,” Bram’s handler said. “Someone wants to buy him.”

@whumping-to-conclusions @whumping-out-of-time @forthetaintedsorrow-whump @whumpy-writings @afabulousmrtake @whither-wander-whump @whumpinthepot @silver-ink-iron-words @badthingshappenbingo

#whump #whump writing #bthb #bthb card #lacerations #immortal whumpee #impaled #immortality whump #bad things happen bingo #blood #bleeding #original work #suicide for convenience #circus whump #original character #blackroseswrites #whump story #forced drugging #nightmares #memories #inhuman whumpee #flashbacks #oc whump #death wish #drugging reference #recovery whump #death #bleeding out

[fridaypls]

Astarion, who vividly remembers the horror of breaking out of his own coffin and digging to the surface, losing you to death. Having to come to terms with burying you.

Panicking and stressing about the burial, insisting on burying you with things you might need to escape your coffin, despite having checked a hundred times and knowing you’re dead. Because someone thought he was dead once and buried him, too. 

Astarion coming up with elaborate ways (think 18th and 19th century style in our universe) to make sure once you’re buried, you haven’t come back somehow and you aren’t screaming for help down there. 

Astarion sitting on your grave every night that first week, just in case you need him.

Astarion, who has been so absorbed in his own terror of what happened to him after his death that he hasn’t really processed your death… finally coming to terms with losing you. It hitting him, alone and in the dark on your grave, in the middle of the night with only the moon for company.

Astarion weeping for hours on your grave, clutching a handful of dirt.

Astarion who is alone again.

#Incredibly Specific Undead Trauma #Coffin Escape Kits #Alone With The Stars And Sorrows #Dead-Dead Not Undead-Dead #Never alone if you have the ghosts of your own trauma WOO! #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 #tw death #the struggle of immortality #angst #whump #whump prompt #bg3 headcanons #astarion whump #astarion angst #astarion headcanons #I didn’t know love could hurt like this

[anguishmacgyver]

#the gifset doesnt do this scene (or this ep) justice but #i had to immortalize it #stargate #stargate sg1 #stargate sg1 2x05 #daniel jackson #samantha carter #othergifs #whump #collapse #fainting #boy oh boy he's having a bad time in this #in this too* #lmao #whumpedit

[aceofwhump]

Torchwood: Children of the Earth Day Four (3x04)

#whump #whumpedit #torchwood #captain jack harkness #john barrowman #my gifs #mod post #ianto jones #shot #character death #temporary death #resurrection #back from the dead #immortal #cradled #comfort #gasping #hands #THE WAY IANTO HOLDS HIM CLOSE #THE WAY JACK HOLDS ONTO IANTO #SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Content: Mouth whump, amputation, eye whump, gore, immortal whumpee.

There's something so good about immortal whumpees and the fact that their bodies can heal on their own. Limbs that can be ripped off, eyes that can be gouged out, teeth that can be pulled - repeatedly. No matter how bad the wound is, it'll just grow back. Sometimes the healing process might even hurt just as bad, but in the end it's like nothing ever happened.

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump ideas #immortal whumpee #immortal whump

[urlocalwhumper]

immortal caretaker who has looked after many whumpees in their endless existence. they have an entire set of drawers in their bedroom, almost full to the brim with journals detailing the names, preferences, and stories of each one.

it's a bit bittersweet for them to look back on. many of the whumpees they've written about are long dead, having been under caretaker's care decades if not centuries ago. caretaker misses them all the same.

but, they can't let grief consume them. there will always be more people in need of their help, and caretaker wants to use their infinite life for good.

#whump #whump prompts #immortal caretaker #character death #dead whumpee #grief #multiple whumpees #mine

[thewhumpcaretaker]

Things that Whumper Can Do to an Undead/Immortal Whumpee

Induce a heart attack, as many times as they please

Induce a stroke

Induce a seizure

Electrocute them

(Depending on the rules of the immortality) Remove, electrocute, or cut into the brain, creating effects similar to an extremely bad drug trip

Drain their entire body of blood

Waterboarding (also potentially in blood)

Encase them completely in concrete, immobilized and unable to breathe

Embed a sharp object inside them, which stabs them continuously from the inside out

Embed a sharp object inside them, which stabs them continuously from the inside out, but sexually

Play the long game with their connections, getting them attached to someone for whole years or decades before forcing them to kill that person

Play the long game with their hope, giving them some form of freedom for whole years or decades only to rip it away again

Play with their memories by falsifying historical documents and gaslighting them that they're starting to forget details from early on their long immortal life

Indefinite starvation

Indefinite sleep deprivation

Indefinite solitary confinement

Cut off limbs (they'll grow back)

Blind them

Cut out their tongue

Cut off that one special limb

#tw sa mention #whump #whump ideas #whump scenarios #whump writing #vampire whumpee #immortal whumpee #eternal suffering #astarion #cazador has done all of these to astarion in my headcannon and he deserves so much vengeance

[abhainnwhump]

(Content warnings: Burning alive, implied death, immortal whumpee)

Everything thinks Whumpee is dead, but they're just in a heavily/magically induced sleep. Whumpee's friends decide to cremate their body. Whumpee wakes up in the chamber they're being burned in and scream to get out, pounding on the case.

Bonus points if they have some form of immortality and they are unable to die, just going through it until Whumpee's friends realize what happened. The trust there is forever strained.

#whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump tropes #whump prompt #burn whump #immortal whumpee #burning alive #dead whumpee #implied death #caretaker turned whumper #accidental bad caretaker #magic whump #fantasy whump #bad caretaker

[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

Immortal Whumpee

ITS PROBABLY BEEN SAID BEFORE BUT- YOUVE PROBABLY HEARD OF IMMORTAL WHUMPEE:

Doesn't die

Is just tortured over and over again

BUT MAY I INTRODUCE:

IMMORTAL WHUMPEE THAT CAN DIE, AND JUST COMES BACK TO LIFE:

They experience death

They feel all of that pain

THEY FEEL ALL OF IT AND WHUMPER JUST KEEPS KILLING THEM OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN

AND MAYBE THE SCARS AND BRUISES STAY THERE, AS A CONSTANT REMINDER OR!! THE SCARS AND BRUISES FADE AWAY AND THEY HAVE NOTHING TO SHOW IF THEIR PAIN EXCEPT FOR MENTAL SCARRING

#whump #whumpee #whump stuff #whump things #caretaker #whump prompt #whumpblr #whumblr #whump scene #immortal whumpee

[loonybun]

whumper who literally just uses an immortal whumpee as an organ farm. like yes we love to see an entrepreneur on the black market! make those profits!

#whump community #whump #crack whump #ish #whumpblr #whump writing #whump prompt #sadistic whumper #medical whump #lab whump #immortal whumpee

[whumpwillow]

Immortal whumpee being restrained by being impaled to a wall/tree/bed… Love me a “non-fatal” impaling

Had a daydream a looooooong long time ago (before i even discovered whump i think) where i daydreamed about an immortal kept and held in a dungeon and restrained by having metal stakes through his body that were impaled through him and into the wall so he couldn’t move. he got found by the princess, his caretaker, and it was a TIME trying to get the stakes out because he had healed around them so he was like…stuck to them and it was just extra hurty to get them out of him

#whump #whump prompt #willow answers #answered asks #whump prompts #whumpee #whump tropes #whump scenario #immortal whump #immortality whump #immortal whumpee #princess caretaker #gore tw #impalement tw #thinking back on this and going hmmmm #didn’t think this was out of the ordinary

[blackrosesandwhump]

The Marvelous Resurrecting Boy, Part 11

Part 10

BTHB: Manhandling

Fandom: Original work

Synopsis:  Still recovering from his previous performance, Bram fails to discover more about his disturbing memories and gets attacked by someone he trusted.

CW: suicide for convenience, drugging reference, immortality whump, circus whump, nightmares

Bram stood at the opening of the medical tent, taking deep breaths of cool air and watching Griffin examine the newest performers.

Two days. He’d been unconscious for two days after his most recent death, the performance of the dying swan. In all the months—years? Time was elusive when you were immortal—that he’d been part of Griffin’s circus, he hadn’t once been sick. And now, standing still and making himself breathe, he felt weak, almost dizzy. The opposite of the way someone immortal should feel.

His nightmares weighed heavily on him. He thought back to his most recent dream. A shipwreck. People had been dying around him. But why? What had happened to the ship? And what did it have to do with him?

Violet. I have to see Violet again. Whatever it takes. He repeated her name in his head as he gathered his coat and scarf from his borrowed cot and slipped out. The muddy ground squelched a little under his boots; he tried to walk more quietly as he made his way past the tent with the Griffin’s recent acquisitions.

His gaze snagged on one of them, and he froze in his tracks, his breath held.

A pair of large, iridescent wings extended from the stranger’s back and caught the light, shimmering despite the dim grey sky overhead. Bram couldn’t tear his eyes away. He watched, transfixed, hardly breathing, until two stagehands shoved the boy to his knees. The boy dropped heavily, barely resisting. He’s already drugged. They already drugged him. He ducked down as the stagehands manhandled the boy out of the tent, his wings fluttering useless on his back. The stranger’ s eyes met his for just a second. Help me, they said. Please help me.

Bram swayed on his feet and turned, suddenly exhausted, back to his own tent. Thank goodness he didn’t have any performances today.

He yanked off his boots and lay down on his own cot. Sleep swallowed almost instantly, the image of the incredible wings swimming in his mind.

Violet. He jolted awake with her name on his lips. She had been there, clinging to him in that dreadful, icy sea.

He was on his feet before he knew what he was doing, pulling on his boots with hands that seemed to be guiding themselves. He had to see her again, had to learn what had happened on that horrific night.

He headed for the main stage.

It was dark and empty at this time of night. He ascended the wooden steps and, hands outstretched like a blind man’s, felt his way to the prop tables backstage. His fingers landed on a candelabra; he fumbled around next to it for matches and struck one. The candelabra flared into life one wick at a time, illuminating the abandoned stage with warm, flickering light. There, at the end of the table. A vial of poison. Why Griffin didn’t keep it locked up, Bram never knew. The liquid inside caught the candlelight, shimmering darkly. It would only take a few drops.

His tongue recoiled at its bitterness, and he shuddered and sank to his knees. Any moment now. Any moment now, he would die, and he would see her again, drawing close to him as catastrophe struck—

He opened his eyes. Nothing. Nothing had happened. He was still alive, still conscious, his mind full of distant, dream-like memories that faded even as he got to his feet, his heart pounding.

So he really was immune to that particular poison—

A low growl close by sent an icy chill down his spine.

“Hello? Is someone there?” He glanced around the dark stage, panicked. His heart skipped a beat.

Someone was standing there in the blackness, watching him with eyes that…eyes that glowed…

“Hello?” He took a step backward, and the figure advanced toward him, the candlelight grazing familiar features. Bram let his breath out in a deep sigh of relief.

“Kian! You scared me! Why’re you standing there—” The words died in his mouth.

It was Kian, but somehow, in some terrifying way, not him. His eyes looked less human, full of a yellow glow Bram hadn’t seen before. He stood slightly hunched over, his head lowered, his horns sharp, his teeth bared. He dropped into a crouch, as if ready to lunge and strike. Another low growl rumbled deep in his chest.

Then he threw himself at Bram.

@forthetaintedsorrow-whump @whumping-out-of-time @whumping-to-conclusions @whumpy-writings @afabulousmrtake @whither-wander-whump @whumpinthepot @silver-ink-iron-words @badthingshappenbingo

#whump #whump writing #bthb #manhandling #bthb card #immortal whumpee #immortality whump #bad things happen bingo #original work #suicide for convenience #circus whump #original character #blackroseswrites #whump story #forced drugging #nightmares #memories #inhuman whumpee #flashbacks #oc whump #death wish #wings #drugging reference #poison #recovery 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 🤌

[letitbehurt]

Whumper testing the limits of an immortal Whumpee.

A cut, then a burn, then a severed tongue. A fatal shot, a cup of poison, the snap of a noose gone taut. Whumper tries all of this and more, but Whumpee cannot die—at least, they cannot seem to stay that way. No matter how much they might want to.

#Whumper takes great pleasure in discovering more creative ways to kill their eternal prisoner #Whumpee learns to fear a temporary death more than they’d ever feared a permanent one #immortal Whumpees my beloved #no one suffers as beautifully as they do #whump

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Whump Prompts: Strangulation/Asphyxiation

Taken from this post of mine:)

Content: Asphyxiation, collars, burns, heat whump, [implied] pet whump, choking, dehydration, immortal whumpee, begging, gags.

Whumper tightening Whumpee's collar by one hole each time they misbehave. Really, it's up to Whumpee as to whether they want to be able to breathe or not within the next few hours.

Whumpee stucks their tongue out after a certain amount of time without air, and Whumper thinks it's the cutest thing ever. Cue them randomly reaching out to choke them and just waiting to see Whumpee start to drool and for their tongue to stick out.

Whumpee's raspy breaths in as the force around their neck slowly tightens.

Shoving their face near a pot of boiling water and threatening to drown them in it.

Whumper trying to "squeeze the tears out of them". AKA Whumpee cries when they're choked.

Whumpee mouthing the word "please" over and over again and Whumper choosing to take it as "squeeze harder".

That huge gasp of air and the way their body writhes when they're finally able to breathe again.

A reverse gag being shoved down their throat until they learn to be respectful.

The little choked whimpers that Whumpee lets out as their airflow is cut off.

Forcing so much water down a dehydrated whumpee's throat that it chokes them.

An immortal whumpee who can't pass out from suffocation, blood loss, etc. being forced to live in a constant state of asphyxiation that would kill a mere mortal in minutes.

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump ideas #whump scenarios #whumpee #immortal whumpee