monarchthefirst

[monarchthefirst]

TW: mentions of torture

Imagine a Whumpee who uses some sort of metal weapon. After getting captured, the Whumper melts it down into a collar and chains

“Well, I figured you didn’t need this anymore, so I took the liberty to change it into something more useful”

[monarchthefirst]

I wanted to draw back muscles, and hurt Obi-Wan. So I combined the two lol.

[monarchthefirst]

Stoic whumpees carrying the guilt or embarrassment of what happened to them, hiding all their wounds out of view of their loved ones, minimizing it whenever the subject does come up, pretending it has no effect on them when in fact, the intense burning shame they feel colors each of their tiniest actions all throughout the day.

[monarchthefirst]

he’s so sweet. He’s everything.

Complexity of Obi-Wan Kenobi

[monarchthefirst]

[monarchthefirst]

already just fucking depressed.

Whumpee chained to a treadmill overnight

[monarchthefirst]

Whump sickfic/emergency surgery prompts:

“Drink this. No. No, lemme hold it. Drink.”

“Calm down. I got you.”

“Hold his legs.”

“I know. I know it hurts.”

“Hold my hand now. We’ll make this quick.”

“Sit him up! He can’t breath!”

“Don’t tell her. I’m calling an ambulance.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just a moment more. You’re doing so well.”

“Scalpel please.”

“Focus on me. No, no don’t look at it! Just look at me. Good. Great job.”

“Right, I need you to listen carefully. I’m going to (blank). I need you to stay as still as you can. You got me?”

[monarchthefirst]

Whump sickfic/emergency surgery prompts:

“Drink this. No. No, lemme hold it. Drink.”

“Calm down. I got you.”

“Hold his legs.”

“I know. I know it hurts.”

“Hold my hand now. We’ll make this quick.”

“Sit him up! He can’t breath!”

“Don’t tell her. I’m calling an ambulance.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just a moment more. You’re doing so well.”

“Scalpel please.”

“Focus on me. No, no don’t look at it! Just look at me. Good. Great job.”

“I’m sorry. We’re gonna need you to open your legs.”

“Right, I need you to listen carefully. I’m going to (blank). I need you to stay as still as you can. You got me?”

“Just hold onto me.”

“You’re good, just lean on my—ok ok fall on me. That’s fine too.”

[monarchthefirst]

be kind to all animals ♡ — (source)

[monarchthefirst]

“Come near me and you’ll regret it.”

A’s voice was low, deadly, their entire body hunched forward like they were ready to lunge, to attack. B held up their hands, placating and calming. Or tried to be. Their own patience was running thin.

“That wound is not going to clean and wrap itself.”

“I don’t need your fucking help.” A had their hands on either side of them on the mattress of the hospital bed they sat on, the plastic sheet crinkling in their white knuckled grip, ready to push themself up.

B raised a skeptical eyebrow. “You’ll slowly bleed out. Or it will get infected. Both very bad, very painful ways to die.”

“I know pain, I can handle it.” A spat back. They were repeatedly glancing at the door, eyeing the distance. B knew they wouldn’t make it, with that gash in their leg and what probably was a broken rib, they wouldn’t even make it one step towards the door.

B also had no doubt it wouldn’t stop them from crawling out if they had to. They’d probably pass out trying, and then start it all up again as soon as they came to.

“Did you hear the part about dying?”

“I’m not gonna fucking die. I’m not dying, shut up. I can fucking beat you and anyone who gets in my fucking way.” A was panting at the end of the sentence.

B didn’t doubt A’s words, they would fight tooth and nail. But they could also see through their vicious words. They could hear the hitch of pain in their breath, the nervous energy that gave way to anger. A was doing everything they could to hide the tremble in their body, their racing heart.

B sighed, defeated. They wouldn’t be able to reason with this one.

“Ok. If you want to leave without getting treated, then go.” B stepped away from the door, giving A a free way.

A’s eyes thinned in suspicion, then they glanced at the door again.

After a moment of hesitation A moved, pushing themself from the bed to standing and made a hasty step forward.

B was ready before A faltered and stumbled to the floor.

A growled against B’s outstretched arms, immediately trying to push them away. But B was faster, needle already in hand. A didn’t see it, they only felt the prick of it and B could feel them tense in their arms, see their eyes widen in shock, then fear.

“Nh- No, you fucking- get away from me!” A scrambled to push away from B and B let them. This time they fell to the floor, unceremoniously crumpling to a heap. They cried out at the impact, but as B had predicted, they immediately started to crawl their way to the door.

B waited a beat, watching how one movement slowed after the other, how A’s limbs got heavier as they struggled closer to their freedom. Then they bent down and picked A up, lifting them back up to the bed. A was struggling and pushing at B, even trying to turn their head and bite B when their arms gave way. But A’s strength left too quickly and B all but slammed them onto the bed.

“Nhh, no, no, you fucking bastard. I’ll kill you, you-” A’s voice had turned whiny now, high pitched.

“Trust me, this is better than an infection.”

“No, I don’t want-”

“It doesn’t matter what you want. You’re not dying on my watch.”

B watched as the last of A’s struggles thinned out and how their eyes drooped closed but didn’t let go of them until they were sure A was out.

Then they took a deep sigh and started to prepare their tools in blissful quiet.

[monarchthefirst]

comments from tiktok about siblings

[monarchthefirst]

Just a reminder that Jesus did ALL the cute baby stuff, like snuggling down into Mary’s shoulder when He was tired, giggling, chewing on His feet, probably sucking His thumb, laughing when St. Joseph tossed Him in the air, and calling Mary “Mama.”

[monarchthefirst]

i have maybe the worst type of cuteness aggression about fiction characters that im attracted to

[monarchthefirst]

[monarchthefirst]

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

🎬 Peter Jackson

+ IMDb trivia

[monarchthefirst]

Cauterizing wounds. A fervent “bite this,” before a bit is shoved between Whumpee’s teeth; shallow breaths and white knuckles; tear tracks and sweat-soaked hair; red-hot metal and burning flesh, Whumpee’s body tensing as they scream.

[monarchthefirst]

Lil' Bit of Medieval Whump

Whumpee gasped for air as Whumper yanked at the chain, giving it no slack as they strutted across the feasting hall. Whumpee's fingers clenched around the collar tightened around his neck, a futile effort to ease it as Whumper tugged on the chain.

The heavy oak doors slammed closed behind the two, commanding the attention of each of the warriors filling the room.

Whumpee's cheeks flushed crimson at the humiliation as he stumbled behind Whumper, struggling to preserve a slither of dignity by avoiding being dragged toward the Warlord.

"You treat him like a dog," the Warlord sighed as Whumper approached and took their seat to his right, forcing Whumpee to kneel beside them.

"Why shouldn't I? He has been defeated,” Whumper declared proudly, shooting Whumpee a smile as he glared back from his spot on the floor.

"I will choke you with this chain..." Whumpee growled quietly. His gaze was abruptly pulled from the floor as Whumper jerked the chain, forcing their eyes to meet.

"What was that, Knight?" Whumper taunted.

"N-nothing," came the strangled reply.

"Where is your honour, Whumper? “ the Warlord questioned, shaking his head as he took a sip from his goblet. “He was a great warrior.”

"Was, Lord,” Whumper corrected, finally releasing Whumpee from their grip. “And now he may serve as a trophy. Nothing more.”