#whumpee left behind

[obsessedwithegos]

🔒🙏🏻 for emil

🔒 Locked in a cage 🙏🏻 Quiet begging

CWs: Pet whump, Cut vocal cords, Breaking and entering, Whumpee left behind

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Emil was curled up in his cage, left to lick his wounds the best he could. The only sign of mercy he had received was the fact his cage was locked, telling him that Tael wasn’t going to bother him any more today.

A loud crash and shatter rings out from upstairs, causing him to try to curl up into a tighter ball. He licks the wounds on his palms, wanting to stop the bleeding there in case he was going to be dragged out of the cage.

“Dude I’m telling you, there’s something up with this guy!” An unknown voice comes from upstairs.

“Enough ‘something’ to break into his shop? If the cops get called I’m leaving you here.” Another spoke.

“Leave me here and I’ll rat you out for helping me.” 

He… Didn’t recognize either of those voices. What were they doing here? The shop should be closed. He needs to recover, he couldn’t take any more pain tonight!

“Seriously, have you ever seen how that one guy looks? And who even uses someone as a living example sheet of their work? Something is up! We’re going to find something here!” As the person talks, Emil could hear them walking around upstairs.

“Have you ever considered that he just looks like that? Maybe they have some kind of contract or agreement.” The other dismisses. “He’s not even here everyday.”

“But the days he’s not here is when he keeps that door shut and locked!” The basement door rattles. “Give me the brick.” 

“You watch too many of those detective shows.”

There was no response other than a loud cracking and clanging sound as the brick repeatedly makes contact with the basement door handle. Each and every one made Emil flinch and caused his head to pound.

It doesn’t take long before the door swings open. “There. Now let's see what’s down here.”

The person only takes a few steps down before freezing. “That’s.. I think that’s blood.” 

“He’s a tattoo artist, it’s probably spilled red ink.”

“Yeah sure, if it is then why is there a chain too?!”

“Reference? Chains can be hard to draw.”

The person continues down the stairs. “Let me guess you’re going to call the dog cage a reference too.” They snipped. 

“Maybe he has a dog he brings to work sometimes and it spilled some ink in the basement.”

The person huffed as they got closer to the cage, kneeling down to look inside.

Both the person and Emil would be wide eyed upon making eye contact. 

“Hey.. What does a dog look like again?” They called out to their friend.

“Four legs. Small to large. Standing or flopped ears. Usually furry with a tail. Has a snout with pointed teeth.” The friend described, coming down into the basement as well. “All of those are subjective but that’s the standard.

“Cool.. Cool. Well this is definitely NOT A DOG!” They yelled.

Emil flinched and covered his ears, looking at them as if trying to plea for them to not yell. He was already hurting so much, he didn’t need his hearing to hurt as well. 

“Well what is it-” The friend pauses as they look in. “That’s a person…” They whispered with shock.

“Yeah, a hurt person! I told you it was blood!-”

“Shush, your yelling is hurting him.” They pointed out. “We should take him to a hospital.”

Emil’s eyes lit up at the idea. Please! He wanted to cry out. Please, get me out of here!

“They might think we were the ones that did it. We should call the cops.”

“Then they might think we did it, and even if they didn’t, we could get charged for breaking and entering.” They reminded them, visibly refraining from smacking them in the back of the head.

“Well what do you suggest then?”

Please just get me out, I have a friend that can help me, just please get me out! Emil silently begged, any sounds he tried to make just came out breathy that didn’t sound like words at all.

“We can either leave and pretend we never saw this.” The friend started.

NO!!  He wanted to shake the bars of the cage but he was too exhausted to even make himself sit up. 

“Or we can call the cops about a break and enter, and hope they follow through with checking the place out.” They finished. “Either way, we can’t take him.”

Please, please, please, just help me out, please. Even his mental pleading was getting weaker. 

The first person sighs as they stand up. “I’ll go get the brick so they can’t check it for fingerprints.” 

Emil helplessly watches as they both walk away and out of the basement, unable to call out for help, unable to tell them that he knows people that could help.

[Emoji prompts]

general: @emmettnet @blackberry-bloody

Emil tag: @pikanyachu

#there's more under the cut :3 #owe answers #whumpsday #I had a hard time picking between this idea or a different one of Tael having Emil caged and just burning a cigarette for the sole purpose #of dropping the ash on him. Not even smoking it. and Emil just quietly begging for someone to help <3 #prompted writing tag #ask game #whump ask game #emil tag #vampire whumpee #cut vocal cords #pet whump #whumpee left behind #ask to tag

[justbreakonme]

Damn Them

(I struggled so hard to get a chapter written (life is beating my ass right now) but it is here!)

When Sidekick woke up, the first thing that he felt was confusion.

He couldn’t see much in the darkness, but he felt…something, around his leg, and things felt different and smelled different and sounded different and-

The memories of the day before hit him like a pallet of bricks.

His stomach turns at the thought of Hero, oh god, what was he going to do?

Sitting up, he braces for the pain, but it’s…not bad. Not as bad as it should be. Whatever she had given him must have been good, because he really wasn’t feeling much at all.

Pain, fear, all were muted and dull, there but not at the forefront.

He swings his broken leg down out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible while straining his ears to see if he could hear Villain or Assistant.

Nothing.

He tests his weight on his good leg, and stands. Villain had said not to walk on the cast but it seemed fine and it wasn’t like they were actually going to give him crutches.

He steps carefully over to the door, and presses his ear against it.

Now he heard something.

Muffled voices, Assistant and Villain, but no distinct words.

He sighs, pushing his hair back out of his face and looks at the door.

It just looked like a regular door, like the regular kitchen. He knew it would be locked but still, he tried the handle anyway.

It turned.

His heart leapt into his throat as he carefully eased the door open less than a crack. It opened outwards, and he didn’t know where Assistant or Villain were, for all he knew they could be watching the door like hawks.

But it was open a sliver, and now he could vaguely hear them.

“Killing Hero isn’t just going to be a walk in the park, it’s a lot more complicated than that. What about Lover?”

Sick was all he felt, like the whole world was tumbling out from under him. Without Hero and Lover, where would he go? They were all the family he had now, and to hear Assistant talking about killing them like it was just an errand to run made his blood cold.

“We would have to figure out her first, see where she stands. But after that, Hero won’t be easy but he won’t have Sidekick as a human shield either.”

They were going to pick Lover off first, then Hero. He wasn’t there to protect him, they did this on purpose!

All warmth that he had formed towards Villain had dissipated, replaced only by rage. He eased the door open further, looking for a phone, a knife, a door, any way out or way to warn Hero or Lover.

“And that still leaves Sidekick… What happens to him?”

He paused, listening again.

Villain seemed to pause, and he heard a sigh before anything else. “I don’t know yet. For now, he’ll stay here, and we’ll play it as we get more information. All I know for now is that I’m not going to let that bastard that pretends to be a hero lay another finger on him, through whatever means necessary. He’ll be here and he’ll be safe.”

Villain was…protecting him? From Hero?

Now, he wished he had just stayed in bed. Confusion replaced rage and left him unsteady.

Literally.

He had been leaning on the door for support, but it too gave way, slamming open with a bang and leaving him to fall hard.

He was caught and he knew it. He couldn’t even get up, all he could do was lay in a graceless heap as running feet approached.

Both Villain and his emotions caught up to him far too quickly, and he found himself sobbing weakly against the cold floor, cringing away from Villains helping hand.

“I just want to go home… Please just let me go home…”

He couldn’t hear what Villain said as he helped him up, only that it wasn’t scolding.

“I want to go home…please…I want to go home…”

But Villain just guided him back to bed, and Assistant appeared beside him with a capped needle.

He didn’t resist when she positioned his arm and administered whatever was in the syringe. It didn’t matter anyway.

He was stuck here, and he was useless, and they were going to kill Hero to protect him. And he hated himself for the sliver of him that liked that idea.

The last thing he saw before drifting off again was Assistant picking the blanket up off the floor and draping it over him again while Villain helped prop his leg up on the abandoned pillow.

Damn them. Damn them both.

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#whump #whumpee #caretaker #left behind series #left behind #hero whumper #villain caretaker #sidekick whumpee #villain and sidekick #hero and villain

[fallenwhumpee]

“Where are they?”

Day 4: Kidnapped | Left behind | Desperation • Masterlist •

Warnings: Gun, implied future torture.

Everyone knew the mission was risky. Too risky even for an experienced team like them. Staying in the enemy territory for years and gaining intelligence, making sure it made to the right hands instead of possible spies. But the team was doing well for four years with gaining high ranks and making a network for gossip carrying possible truth.

They were invited to most of the places where valuable information circulated, and with some luck, none of the team's cover was blown.

Until now.

Right Hand panicked as the guns turned to Leader, but Leader was only calm, staring at them subtly.

The code was for leaving them behind.

"I guess I stand out too much among cockroaches," Leader spat Whumper's face as if they met in a place full of their army instead of the enemy's.

"And that's your ticket down to the interrogation room."

"This doesn't fit with the idea of good hospitality your side offers for the deserters." Leader dared.

"But you're not a deserter, are you?" Whumper got closer to Leader, Right Hand's breath hitching. No one noticed that, except Leader, of course. And they gave Right Hand an assuring smile.

"Oh, our situation is pretty amusing. And it will be even more when I get to play with the best soldier that the enemy found worthy to my reputation."

And Leader burst into a laughter. Whumper calmly waited for them to finish, but Leader slammed their head to Whumper's nose, a break sound echoing.

The room burst into chaos, Right Hand's only thought getting the team out. With a desperate attempt, they gathered everyone, attacking anyone keeping them from leaving.

"Where are they?" Youngest cried when they reached their home for four years. Right Hand couldn't imagine what happened if Youngest was actually in that chaos. They had to get back.

All they could do was give a big hug despite their whole body trembling.

"We will get them back," they murmured. "We will get them back."

#whumptember 2023 #whumptember day 4 #day four: Where are they #day four: left behind #day four: desperation #tw gun #leader whumpee #leader whump #implied future torture

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumper not knowing what to do with whumpee once they're bored of them, so they just leave them on the side of a road

#whumppromptoftheday #whump #whump idea #whump prompt #whumper #whumpee #left behind

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

whump prompt 028

Whumpee desperate to get back to Whumper after being rescued.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee prompt #is it because they're brainwashed? #or because they know Whumper is going to do something terrible if they don't? #or because they left something behind?

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

Whumptember day 4

“Where are they?”| Kidnapped | Left behind | Desperation

Content warning: Whumper is a police officer (or at least is pretending to be one) and is referred to as such. Gun violence. Whumpee is referred to as ‘kid’ but is not a minor.

Caretaker hadn't done anything wrong.

Here they were, driving in the middle of nowhere without another car in sight. They knew their tail light wasn’t busted, they weren’t driving like an idiot, and they were barely going over the speedlimit. They were just minding their own business, listening Whumpee's off key humming as they stared out the window from the passenger side.

Which was why they were so surprised to see the flashing lights of a police car come to life behind them.

"Hell…" they cursed to themselves, turning on their blinkers and preparing to pull over. The action caught Whumpee's attention and they turned, twisting their body in their seat to look back.

Whumpee groaned. "Really? Why's there a cop in the middle of nowhere anyway?" They complained, giving voice to exactly what Caretaker was thinking.

Caretaker pulled over, putting the car into park. "Kid, open the glovebox," Caretaker ordered as they dug into their pocket for their wallet. Whumpee obeyed with a huff, opening the compartment and pulling out a folded envelope holding the car's registration. Caretaker took it from them and waited for the officer to walk up to their window.

The moment never came, indeed, both Whumpee and Caretaker flinched as a knock came from the opposite window, the passenger side.

With a baffled look, Whumpee lowered their window. “Uh, yeah?”

"Out of the car," the officer's voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument or giving any explanation. Their eyes didn’t turn towards Caretaker, instead glaring Whumpee’s way.

Whumpee gave an indignant scoff. "Me? I'm not even driving!"

The officer glared, and something about the look in their eyes sent alarm bells off in Caretaker’s mind. They shuttered, suddenly feeling as if Whumpee was talking back to a wild animal. “Sir, I have my license and registration right here. Can I hand them to you?” Their tone was polite and submissive, so unlike how’d they’d usually deal with pushy assholes like this. They saw Whumpee turn to stare at them, worry starting to etch their features their features as if they were only now realizing the strangeness of the situation.

"Get out of the car," the officer repeated, ignoring Caretaker entirely. There was a hard edge to their voice, a dangerous anger that seemed to stifle Whumpe’s defiance. Whumpee complied, grumbling under their breath as the removed their headphones and opened their down. Caretaker felt the urge to stop them, to lock their door and just drive. But the door was open before they could make a decision, and the office was already grabbing Whumpee’s arm and pulling them out.

“Hey! I’m going, you don’t need to grab me!” Whumpee shouted as they were pulled forward. The officer’s grip was unwavering. They finally turned their cold eyes to Caretaker, sending a glare that clearly commanded them to stay in place. They wanted to disobey, to ensure that Whumpee was alright, but the unspoken threat kept Caretaker in their seat for now.

So Caretaker waited, straining their ears to try to understand what was being said. They could only make out the tones; Whumpee’s frustrated voice next to the cold tones of the officer. Caretaker hoped that Whumpee would just cooperate, end the conversation as quickly as possible so they could leave.

They flintched as a hard thud hit the car, reverberating. Whumpee screamed, and Caretaker was out of the car before they could think.

“Stop! Lemme go, let go–I didn’t do anything–!” They could hear Whumpee shouting.

The first thing Caretaker saw as they rounded the front of the car was red. Blood dripped from Whumpee’s face and onto their shirt, a smear of it staining their car’s trunk. Whumpee was struggling fiercely against the officer’s hold on their arms, which was forcing their hands behind their back. The officer's eyes were cold, unrelenting.

"Help me–!" Whumpee's shout came out in a squeaked gasp, high pitches with near hysteria. Their eyes were bulging, body trembling with gasping breaths. Their were tears in their eyes.

“What are you doing to them?!” Shock and protectiveness burned away at any pretense of respectfulness Caretaker had. They didn’t know what was going on, but nobody was going to treat Whumpee like that. They moved without thinking, reaching for Whumpee, ready to tear the bastard apart if they had to.

The officer took a gun out of their holster, pressing it firmly against Whumpee’s head. Everything froze, all sound dying except for Whumpee panicked gasps of air.

“What are you doing?” Terror stole the bravado from Caretaker’s voice, their words little more than a whisper. They couldn’t pull their eyes from Whumpee’s shaking form.

“I'm giving you the chance to walk away." After so long of being ignored, Caretaker was surprised when the officer spoke to them directly. “I don’t need you, I couldn’t care less about you. I’m giving you a chance to pretend you weren’t here,” the officer kept a firm hold on Whumpee, their arm snaking around their torso. Whumpee flinched as they were pulled into the officer’s chest. “What you’re going to do is get back in your car, turn on your radio, and sit there until we’re gone,” the officer continued. “When we’re gone, you’re not going to follow me. Got it?”

Caretaker felt paralyzed. They couldn’t leave Whumpee. They couldn’t, not when they were staring at them with such a desperate, pleading look. But there was a gun to Whumpee’s head, a coldness to the officer’s eyes that promised that they were willing to pull the trigger. Obeying was their only option, but they couldn’t, they couldn’t–

The gun was lifted, and Caretaker was staring down the barrel.

A shot rang out. They fell to the ground, knees no longer able to carry their weight. The asphalt burned against their skin, but they could barely feel it. It took a long moment for the ringing in their ears to subside, for them to realize they were unharmed. A warning shot.

When they looked up, Caretaker saw that whatever semblance of calm Whumpee had maintained had shattered. They were openly sobbing, low petrified whines leaving them as they trembled. The barrel was returned to their head, causing them to scream.

The officer ignored them. “Final chance. Whumpee’s coming with me either way. The only question is if you walk away from this.”

Whumpee's words came in shaking, choked gasps. “Please–please please don't-! Don't hurt them!”

Caretaker lifted their hands in surrender. They couldn't pull their eyes from the gun. “Okay, okay. Let’s just—I’m going, okay? Nobody has to get hurt. Everything’s going to be fine,” the words came out in a shuttered stream, their voice small. Caretaker didn’t know if they were trying to comfort themselves or Whumpee; they just knew that they were trying to stop this monster from shooting either of them. They backed away slowly, never turning their back to the officer.

The officer stared, grip on Whumpee never faltering, as Caretaker made their way into the car. They stopped as they reached the driver’s side, wanting to do anything but leave Whumpee alone. But then the officer’s grip on the gun tightened, and Caretaker’s resolve faltered. They got into the car, shutting the door behind them.

Caretaker placed their shaking hands on the driving wheel, gripping it so tightly it hurt. The pain was nothing in comparison to the pounding in their chest. They could hear the sound of a car door shutting, of wheels beginning to roll against a rocky road. They didn’t dare move, the memory of the smoking barrel against Whumpee’s head enough to kill any thought of disobedience.

They could only sit, frozen in pure terror, as Whumpee was taken away from them.

#whumptember 2023 #whumptember day 4 #day 4: kidnapping/ left behind/ desperation #tw: gun violence #tw: gun mention #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #whump #kidnapping whump #love punkish whumpees...love it when they're manhandled and left in tears #my stuff

[wolfeyedwitch]

Weapons Don't Weep, Part 9

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

I know almost nothing about the military, and that's how I like it. Any inaccuracies about rank or protocol or what have you should be handwaved away; please do not tell me. Please do tell me if I missed any tags, or if you would like to join the taglist.

CW: gun violence, possessive whumper, abuse of authority, (spoilers, rest of CW in tags)

Masterlist

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Dr. Evangeline Colman, known as Command, prided herself on her patience. She had been the one to develop the protocols that took an unknown danger to the nation and turned it into their finest weapon. The process had taken the better part of two decades, but the results had been well worth the wait. 

She was rather protective of her Weapon. With all the work she’d put into creating and molding it, it wouldn’t do to have all that go to waste because someone got careless. 

As such, her usual patience was in limited supply after hearing that the Weapon’s escort team was returning— without her Weapon.

Command met the team as they exited their vehicle into the compound built to house the Weapon. She noted that the two senior members, those that would have been in the car with the Weapon, were nowhere in evidence. 

“Status report,” she barked at the remaining team members, who all snapped to attention.

“Sir,” one said. “There was an ambush. The terrorists set off a- a shape charge, of some kind, while our convoy was exiting the area. They separated the vehicle with the Weapon, and pinned the rest of us down with covering fire.”

She studied the group. They looked agitated and unnerved, standard enough post unexpected combat. They also looked intimidated, which was the standard reaction to her presence. Underneath those, though… There was a faint hint of guilt, as well.

Command narrowed her eyes behind her glasses. “Who gave the order to retreat?”

None of them answered. 

She turned to the person at the end of the line, the newest member of the group. “Private Harris.”

The man looked alarmed to be addressed personally. “Sir?”

“Who gave the order to retreat, Private?” she asked softly. 

Private Harris visibly gulped. “Sir, I’m- I’m not—”

“Do you know the voices of your teammates, Private Harris?” Command asked, tone even.

“Yes, sir,” the private answered.

“So you would have recognized who gave the order. Is that not correct?” she asked.

“Yes, sir,” Private Harris answered. “I- I mean, no, sir! I- everything was so hectic, and—”

“Are you saying that you were not adequately trained to keep calm and respond as necessary in combat situations?” Command asked, raising her eyebrows. “Did you sleep through that day in basic training?”

“No; no sir,” he answered. The private was practically trembling with fear.

Good. He should be afraid. They all should be, for failing in such an important task. But the person who should be most afraid…

“It’s a simple question, Private. Who. Gave. The order,” Command repeated, enunciating each word clearly.

…was the one who made the decision to leave her Weapon behind.

Private Harris screwed up his courage and managed to say, “Corporal Miller, sir.”

She nodded sharply and turned to face the corporal. “Report.”

He, at least, hid his fear well. His voice was even and level as he spoke. “As stated in the initial report, Command, the convoy was separated via explosive device. Sergeants Lee and Thompson were incapacitated and taking heavy fire. I made the decision to retreat to protect the rest of the team and prevent further losses.”

Command looked him over, assessing him. She let the silence stretch uncomfortably in the wake of his words. Finally, she broke her stare. She took off her glasses and began to polish them with a handkerchief. 

“What type of sidearm do you carry as your service weapon, Corporal?” she said, not looking up from her glasses.

“A Sig Sauer M-17, sir,” he responded promptly. 

She finished polishing her glasses and put them on again. “Do you know the cost of that weapon?”

A frown flickered across his face before he composed his expression again. “About $600, I believe?”

“That model is sold on the civilian market for approximately $650, Corporal,” she said. “We, of course, received a discounted rate. Step forward.”

He complied with her order, stepping out of line.

“Hand me your service weapon.”

The corporal retrieved the handgun and held it out to her, grip first. 

Command took the weapon and checked it over. Full magazine, and one bullet in the chamber. She held the gun at her side, finger on the trigger guard, as she continued speaking. 

“It is important to know the worth of one’s tools, Corporal,” she said. “For instance, I know that you are worth $[amount]. That is your projected pay over the course of your military career.”

She let another uncomfortable silence settle over the room.

“Of course, that number can change drastically. Tell me, Corporal, which is your dominant hand?”

He didn’t let his confusion stop him from answering, “I’m right-handed, sir.”

Command nodded and took a step to her left. “For example. That number changes if you were to die. At that point, the calculations would be based on what we would have to pay to your next of kin.”

She turned to face the corporal again. “Do you know how much my Weapon, the one you gave the order to abandon, is worth?”

He stayed at attention, not turning to face her as he said, “No, sir.”

Command allowed a grim smile to spread across her face. “Far, far more than you.”

With that, she pressed the gun to his temple, released the safety, and pulled the trigger.

The silence following her actions was almost as deafening as the gunshot.

She stepped away from the spreading puddle of blood as she removed her fingerprints from the weapon with her handkerchief. Then she turned to face the remaining team members.

“Tragedy has struck today,” she said, voice carrying through the whole room. “We have lost three good men. Sergeants Ryan Thompson and William Lee were killed in another act of violence from these brutal terrorists. Corporal Miller then committed suicide upon returning to base, after failing to keep our most valued weapon out of enemy hands. We will not allow these actions to go unpunished. We will find these terrorists and make them answer for their crimes.”

She set the cleaned gun down next to the corpse on the floor.

“Now, find me my Weapon.”

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#whumptober 2022 #no. 3 #gun to temple #whumptober2022 #weapons don't weep #living weapon whumpee #military group #or quasi-military group #they're government sanctioned and they carry weapons don't ask any more than that #gun violence #minor character death #minor character death tw #command #command is a horrible person #possessive whumper #creepy whumper #abuse of power #abuse of authority #command is pissed that they left her weapon behind #alternate titles: #meanwhile back at the compound #a warning why you shouldn't lose other people's whumpees

[leafywritingwhump]

Whumpee, who is so incredibly sure nobody is coming for them. Whumper takes pity on them, and ends up becoming Whumpee's Caretaker.

So what happens when Whumpee's team does show up?

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #whumblr #caretaker #whump community #team whump #whumper #whumper turned caretaker #abandoned #? #left behind

[whumpster-dumpster]

Monster/nonhuman whumpee let themself get caught in hope of buying their ward (offspring /sibling/child they've been entrusted with) time to escape? (Whether they succeed or fail, I'll leave it up to you)

Ahh, a classic! And their ward feeling desperate not to leave them behind, only for the other to shove them away, insisting, promising they’ll catch up with them later at a rendezvous but no matter how long their ward waits, they never arrive.

#whump #non human whumpee #left behind #recaptured #self sacrifice #answered ask #megxolotl

[serickswrites]

Why

Warnings: referenced captivity, referenced torture, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort, caretaker and whumpee

“Why did you save me?” Whumpee shrieked at Caretaker. 

Caretaker knew that Whumpee would be different, would be changed after all that they endured at the hands of Whumper. What they had not known was how angry Whumpee would be when they woke up in safety. 

“How could I not, love?”

“LOVE? YOU STILL DARE TO CALL ME THAT?” Whumpee’s face contorted with rage. “YOU LEFT ME WITH WHUMPER. FOR WEEKS. WEEKS OF PAIN AND SUFFERING. AND I WAS ABOUT TO BE FREE. BUT YOU BROUGHT ME BACK. HOW COULD YOU.”

“Love, you were dying. I couldn’t let you die. Please, love.” Caretaker couldn’t finish. They couldn’t tell Whumpee how afraid they were that they wouldn’t be able to save Whumpee. That Whumper had finally done enough to kill them. 

“YOU SHOULD HAVE. I WAS BETTER OFF DEAD.”

“Love, you don’t mean that. You can’t mean that. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Whumpee gave a bark of mirthless laughter. “Oh, but I do, Caretaker. I do. Whumper wouldn’t have let me live after everything they did to me. They were offering mercy. I am broken. Ruined.”

“But you are alive,” Caretaker whispered. 

“And at what fucking cost?”

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw referenced captivity #tw referenced torture #hurt/aftermath #hurt/recovery #hurt/comfort #caretaker and whumpee #whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 26 #prompt: no one left behind #why did you save me #queue

[justbreakonme]

Left Behind Masterlist

Chapters-

Left Behind

Not Forgotten

Good Enough

Wait and See

World of Mine

Better Off

Nothing’s Fair

Damn Them

Punching Bag

Other stuff-

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[susiequaz12]

Whumptober 26

No One Left Behind- “Why did you save me?” 

Day 26! This is a direct continuation from day 24. Marlowe’s masterlist is here. CW: nonbinary whumpee, immortal whumpee, multiple whumpees, female whumper, talk of death, blood, amputation (mostly mentioned, events are in the last chapter), muzzled, nudity, talk of previous injuries/torture, brainwashing.

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His hands were shaking. The prisoner was lying on the floor where he had thrown them- and he threw off his lab coat as he rummaged around the room- searching for something. He found the bedside drawer- tearing it open to find her wallet- a small stack of cash and a few other cards and keys. Not knowing what to do, he grabbed it all and shoved it deep in his pocket. He stripped the sheets off the bed, grabbing the bottom one. 

The prisoner let out the most pitiful wail behind their muzzle as he tightly tied the bedsheet around what remained of their leg. He bundled it up to try and stem the bleeding, twisting it around the stump before grabbing the top sheet and wrapping it around the naked prisoner. 

“That’ll have to do-” he mumbled. He flung them over his shoulder and began to run. 

In his mind he heard her footsteps. 

Her heeled boots clicking down the hallway in the back of his mind- but he knew there was no way she could come after him. 

She was dead. Right?

Or at least paralyzed. 

He had hit her spinal cord in the exact right location- wedged the blade deep into it- she had crumpled exactly as anticipated. 

Well- it wasn’t anticipated- he had acted in the moment- but he knew what would happen anyways. 

The sun beat down on his back as his feet stepped against the dirt. The prisoner had stilled against his shoulder- and their weight was finally getting to him. 

They couldn’t be more than 80 pounds- severely malnourished and injured as they were- but that was still 80 pounds they had been carrying on their shoulder for who knew how long. 

His eye scanned the horizon ahead of him. There was nothing but a long stretch of dirt road ahead of them. 

He had no idea where he was. He had no idea how to do anything. To him- there was nothing before her. He knew- logically- he must’ve had a life before she found him. Before she turned him into what he was now. But all that was erased- gone- in the depths of somewhere where he didn’t know how to reach. 

He had no idea how to survive without her. 

God- what had he done?

He crashed his knees into the dirt- the prisoner tumbling in a heap beside them. The sheets wrapped around their body were stained with blood- and now the dirt soaked into them as well. 

The nurse fell to his hands- placing his head between his knees and sobbed. His tears hit the dirt- making little drops of mud beneath him. He heaved in gasping- aching breaths as everything washed over him. His pain- his grief- the terror and fear of what lay ahead. 

He was shocked out of his terror by a hand on his thigh. It was small- shaking- stained with blood- but it was there. He glanced down to see the prisoner glancing up at him from where they had fallen in the dirt. The muzzle was still on their face but the intention in their eyes was clear. 

He had saved them. 

The nurse quickly moved towards the prisoner- fumbling with the straps behind their head. A soft groan leaked from their lips as the muzzle was pulled away. 

“Thank you-” they mouthed. 

The nurse knew they meant it for more than just the muzzle.  

He stared at the pile of leather and buckles in his hands. An almost identical one had been locked on his face so many times. His eyes darted to the prisoner- the same whip had been used on both of them. 

The same hands that had held him tenderly- gave him kind words- had also tortured both of them. Inflicting the same types of pain. The only difference was theirs would never end. And his could. 

“I- I’m sorry-” he whispered- letting the tears fall once more. The prisoner simply leaned back into the dirt- breathing in heavy gulps of air as they soaked in the sunshine. 

“You- you saved me-” they gasped. 

“I- I don’t know what to do-” 

“Thank you-” 

His hands were trembling. The prisoner managed to pull themselves up to an elbow- glancing over at the man. 

“Why?” They asked.

“I- I- what?” 

“Why did you save me?” 

He- he didn’t know. 

She was hurting them? But she had hurt them countless times before. Why did this time matter? 

Because she had hurt him too. And he was tired of her hurting people. 

“I- I had to.” He finally settled. “She- she had hurt me. And then she- she was- she was hurting you- so I- I had to. I had to- I had to save myself.”

The prisoner nodded. He turned his head away as they met his gaze.

“So- what now?” They asked.

“I- I don’t know.” He felt the tears welling up once more- his chest getting heavy as he thought of how little he actually knew. “I don’t- I don’t know what to do without her- I-”

The prisoner took in a sharp breath as they shifted- pulling themselves to more of a sitting position. 

“Start with a name.” 

“A- a name? She never- she never gave me a name.” 

“Give one to yourself then. She’s gone.”

He choked back a sob. Somehow it was different hearing someone else say it aloud- like it was actually fact versus all in his head. 

“I- I’m-” he glanced at the prisoner. Sweat had began beading across their forehead as they struggled to hold themselves up. He could tell they were in pain. It was evident. And here they were- helping him anyways when he had been an aid to all their torture. “I- what’s- what’s your name?” 

“My- my name?” They looked shocked. Almost as if they had forgotten they had a name. “It’s- it’s Marlowe. Lo. It’s Lo.” 

“Marlowe?” He clarified- feeling the weight of the name across his tongue.

“Just Lo.” 

“Lo. That’s- that’s a nice name. I think.” He looked down at his hands. They were shaking again. “I- I don’t know what my- what my name should be.” 

“Can I give you one then? I need something to call you. You can pick your own later if you’d like.” 

He thought about it for a moment before nodding. He didn’t even know where he’d start with choosing his own. 

“I’ll- I’ll call you Jay.” Lo’s eyes traveled off for a moment- going distant before returning to focus on the man sitting next to him in the dirt. “I- I knew a Jay once. It’s a good name.” 

“Jay-” he whispered. That didn’t sound too bad. It was simple. Easy to say. “So- so what’s next?” 

Lo clutched the sheets wrapped around their aching body and let out a sigh. 

“Well if I- if I could get some clothes that would be preferable-” 

“Yes- oh- yes- we can- we can find you some clothes- I- I’m sorry- I-” 

“It’s alright. You saved me.” Lo placed their hand back over the man’s and felt his shake noticeably calm. He nodded. 

“I- yeah I- I did. I saved us.” 

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Taglist: @imagination1reality0 @whumpsday @thecyrulik @no-terms-and-conditions-apply @spectral-whumpy-writer

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #no one left behind #why did you save me? #whump #whump writing #ocs #Marlowe the immortal #nonbinary whumpee #immortal whumpee #multiple whumpees #female whumper #brainwashed whumpee #blood #amputation #muzzled #rescued whumpee #the nurse has a name! #it's Jay *wink* *wink* #they deserve to be happy for a bit

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane’s Pets Pt. 42: No One Left Behind

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Jane has decided to keep you all separated. At least, that’s what she said. She might have put you in isolation and let Kit and Dollie still be together.

You rub at your wrists. There are rope burns all over your body, but your wrists hurt the worst.

You haven’t decided, yet, if chains or ropes are worse. Kit feels very strongly that chains are worse. They say chains are too solid, too unyielding. You could theoretically cut ropes.

You said that ‘theoretically’ doesn’t matter much. They said that it made them feel better anyway.

You rub your wrists. You agreed to come down here because you didn’t want to be alone, and now you’re alone anyway. Your head hurts. With nothing else to focus on, the ache seems to go through your entire body.

It’s better to be alone than to be tortured. You know this logically. But as the hours drag on, you can’t help but wish Jane would come back.

Your head hurts. You rub your wrists.

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Puppy is in a lot of trouble for things she barely remembers doing. A past version of her would have been mad about this, but she’s not that person anymore. All she wants now is for Master to be happy with her again.

The punishment would be fine if Kitty and Bunny weren’t getting hurt too. She understands that she needs more pain to be good even when she’s sick, but Kitty and Bunny don’t need to get hurt.

Puppy leans against Master. She wants Master to pet her and tell her she’s good. She wants Master to tell her that she knows how hard Puppy is trying, that it’s not her fault but she still has bad instincts that only pain and fear will fix.

“You want to say something, Puppy?” Master’s annoyed, Puppy can tell, but the fact that she asked at all means she’s interested in what Puppy has to say. Puppy nods.

“Go ahead.”

“Master. Why did you save me?”

“From the asshole with the knife?”

Puppy smiles. That could refer to several people, including Master herself, but she’s near positive they’re referring to the same person. Puppy nods.

“We’ve talked about this before. I don’t want you to die yet, Puppy. No one gets to kill you except me.”

“I’ve survived having my throat cut before. Why didn’t you just attack him? Why did you agree to the trade?”

Jane’s demeanor shifts. “We got really lucky that you survived that, Puppy. I won’t let it happen again. No more talking. Give me your hand.”

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Diya has always been a researcher. Ey loves nothing more than checking out a bunch of books from a library and disappearing for weeks. So it’s only natural that, as soon as ey is freed from captivity, ey gets to researching.

The research is not particularly hard. Ey only has to look for a minute before finding a recent string of violent murders. Maybe it’s completely unrelated, but the murders with shockingly little evidence as to who did them matches up pretty well with a murderous teleporting kid.

But there is one important difference between what the news describes and what happened to Diya. Because in all the stories, there was no one left behind. This girl clearly isn’t only killing people who deserve it, so… why did she leave Diya alive?

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @ghostsinthecloset @scp-1296

#whumptober2022 #no. 26 #no one left behind #seperated #rope burns #‘why did you save me?’ #oc #original content #fic #murder mention tw #disscussion of torture tw #torture tw #solitary confinement tw #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #nonhuman whumper #multiple whumpees #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #pet whump #2nd person pov #3rd person pov #jane’s pets

[obsessedwithegos]

What happened with Tael's tail?

His tail used to be sensitive! However, being in a 4th layer hell that's focused on punishment instead of reformation that got turned against him VERY fast!

He's been dragged by his tail, has gotten most of it dislocated, had it broken multiple times, burned, had the flesh and meat cut off just leaving behind the bone and the muscle holding the vertebrae together, been tied up by it, and more!

Since it was a main focus of making him suffer, extra magic was put forward to him to make sure his tail would grow back every time! It just wasn't enough to make sure it returned to it's original state of feeling as well, so it was left with permanent internal damage!

He can roughly sense pressure in it still, so he knows if someone is grabbing it with a decent amount of strength but most of his tail doesn't have feeling anymore! So he's able to use it as a whip or to tie up others wrists or wrap it around someone's neck without much worry!

I say most of his tail because from where his tail starts to about half a foot (so 6 inches) away from his back is where there's still feeling!

Granted it's pretty numbed but there's still feeling!

General: @emmettnet @thebluejaysworld

#owe answers #anonymous #tael tag #whump #whump tag #tail whump #gore #tail gore #for the just bone and muscle being left behind thing #When the weather starts getting cold he usually uses his tail less because the cold actually causes pain which goes up into his lower back #instead of just staying in the tail where he usually can't feel it. #demon whump #THAT'S RIGHT TAEL IS A WHUMPEE TURNED WHUMPER #then again he deserved being a whumpee SOOOOOO

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

HELLO EVERYONE I BRING YOU

MY FITST ORIGINAL POST IN FOREVER

AND ITS ART, ENJOY

When coming back after faking your death for years doesn’t go…quite as planned

NOT A SHIP POST

#whump #whump art #Blood #Whumpee #whumper #Oc Loki #Oc Egill #Aka my friends oc #The story behind this picture is that the guy on the left disappeared one night #And everyone was lead to believe he died #Or had gotten kidnapped #But no one managed to find him #It’s only after years that he turns back up on his partners (NOT THE ONE IN THE PICTURE) doorstep #All fine and well #And it’s revealed that he ran away because he thought he could run away from his past and everything that reminded him of it #But of course he couldn’t #However not everyone took the news well #And his brother who’s seen in the picture took it probably the worst #And snapped because of how worried sick Loki’s sudden disappearance has made him #And because of to what lengths he went to find his brother when in the end. He was fine and didn’t even notify him or anything #Did that make sense #ANYWAY I DID ART AND IM PROUD OF IT AAAAFDUFNFNGBKDNFF #AND IM BACK #As you may have noticed yesterday LMAOAOAJDBDKFNG

[kira-angel24]

Whumptober 2022 Day 26

No One Left Behind

       Kiran landed a few leagues from the shed. "Yeah, that's them. Looks like Fritz beat them up pretty bad," she stood next to Nick and Insanity. She walked quietly up to the lodge. She placed her hand on the door and glanced back at the two. Their figures were just out of sight and watching her back. Kiran turned around and slammed her shoulder into the wooden door. It flung open, the light poured in. Pittoo turned, her eyes locked on Kiran. "Hey there Pittoo, let's get you guys out of here." She walked forward towards the girl when she stopped. Her ears twitched as the steps grew closer and louder. Kiran gasped as she felt something in her shoulder. She grimaced as it tore through her chest and down to her stomach.

      "You're new," he ripped his sword out of her stomach. "New prey it seems."

      "Ngh," light poured out from her body like blood. A small beam leaked from her mouth as her form flickered a bit before settling down. "You're... Fritz... heh, heard a lot about you from my friends."

      "Friends? Oh, I see. You're friends with them. I see. Well, it will be a pleasure to have your head with them."

      "I'm not a god, but I am immortal. I'm an archangel, and I'm here to rescue them." Kiran's six wings emerged and her halo glowed as it appeared behind her head.

       "Ah, I've dealt with your kind before. I'll gladly do it again," he lunged forward and stabbed her in the throat. Kiran stood firm. Light growing in her hands as her hair started to float.

       "Best reconsider who you're dealing with." The ball of light burst in her hand as the projectiles raced towards Fritz. He dodged it with ease, grabbing her arm and breaking it, then putting cuffs on her.

        "Keep still you dumb archangel." Insanity leaned into the shed, his pupils red and eyes darkened as he jumped in quickly, Fritz almost having no time to react and getting stabbed in the thigh. "Tch, another one. And it doesn't look like he's going to calm down..." he thought to himself and honed his focus. Kiran kicked him and her tail whipped him across the face. "Tch. Not even giving me time to thin-" Insanity rammed into the side of him. "Ngh... You son of a bitch." He grabbed him by his hair and tossed him across the room. Pittoo screamed under her gag. Kiran kneed him in the stomach, sending him backwards. Her eyes glaring daggers at Fritz. "You don't want to get me pissed off you bitch," he used white eyes and grabbed her neck, sending her into a window, getting stuck in large shards of glass, unable to move. Insanity didn't give him time and immediately tackled him, then started slamming his fists into his jaw. Kiran picked the lock on the cuffs easily and threw them out the window, she stood back and waited for an opening. Fritz used white eyes again, Insanity slamming his fists into the ground and breaking the floor. "I'm not about to just let you ruin all the work I've had to do... you scumbags...."

      "I'm not leaving anyone behind!" She threw a javelin of light as it landed near the door. It grazed Fritz's ankle.

       "Tch. And I'm part of that equation it seems... but unfortunately for you. White eyes don't care," he used it and left, running and grabbing Nick. "You'll do just fine." He continued and was out of range for anyone to see. Kiran growled as she fell to her knees. She slammed her fist on the ground.

        "This isn't over."

#whumptober 2022 #whumptober #no.26 #no one left behind #oc #fic #winged whumpee