#immortal whump

[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

[whump-about-it]

For your consideration:

The trauma a vampire whumpee has after being buried in their coffin for decades (centuries?).

That is all…

#whump #whumblr #vampire whumpee #immortal whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #I know I’m probably the last person to think of this #I’m not normally into supernatural whump #but I’ve had a lot of cold medicine so…

[mintflavouredwhump]

TW mentions of death, suicidal thoughts

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An immortal whumpee realising the downsides of their endless lifespan.

Not only do they outlive their loved ones but have to deal with time slowly blurring the outlines of those wonderful memories until Whumpee has to struggle to remember their faces or the sound of their voice. Maybe they dislike forming new relationships in case they forget about them as well.

Permanence and stability is a luxury they can never afford. People die, countries fall and languages vanish. Whumpee has to constantly change and evolve if they want to keep up with the world.

Even when they wish for death, they have no choice but to keep on living and hurting.

#immortal #immortal whump #immortal whumpee #whump #tw whump #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump inspiration #tw suicidality #cw suicidality #tw mentions of death #cw mentions of death #ides of whump

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

As much as I love whumpees with permanent scars,,, I also really love the idea of a whumpee that doesn’t have any scars.

- Like a whumpee who didn’t get physically hurt, or a whumpee who has fast healing that got rid of any scars.

- Does anyone believe what they went through when they don’t have the physical scars to show for it? Maybe even caretaker believes that they’re lying or exaggerating.

- Can whumpee even convince themself that they went through it? Do they wonder whether it was all just a vivid dream or their imagination? But it felt so real… and they have the trauma to prove it.

- Does whumpee try to pretend nothing ever happened? Go back to their old life or start a new one and try to return to normal life? Their friends and family might notice something’s changed in whumpee, but they won’t talk about what happened.

Well. I might have to write something like this.

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump ideas #immortal whump #cuz this was written mostly with those in mind #anyways credit to Mental Health Shit for inspiring this post #my prompts

[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

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Mortal caretaker not realizing that immortal whumpee still has basic needs - food, water, rest, warmth. This leads to misunderstanding and accidental neglect.

#immortal whump #neglect #bad caretaking

[sadcatjae]

Tale of the Nine Tailed 1938

Episode 6: Fighting, stabbed/impaled, blood loss, pain, breathing difficult, collapse.

#tale of the nine tailed 1938 spoilers #stab wound #impaling #blood loss #collapse #immortal whumpee #immortal whump #whump #whump video #he does save him btw lol #when your bro/bff/mortal enemy saves ur life QuQ #reluctant caretaker #whumper turned caretaker #sadcatjaevideos #kdrama #kdrama whump

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Hero comes across a strange being, imprisoned in a desolate place for who knows how long. The being begs to be released, promising boons and aid, and Hero takes pity on them and frees them.

But prisons are put in place for a reason. Once freed, the being's true nature is revealed. They betray hero, or rob them, and flee into the wilderness.

Upset but undeterred, Hero carries on with their mission. It isn't until much later that they encounter the being again, in the hands of the people who imprisoned them in the first place.

A captive once more, in far worse condition than they were when Hero first met them, the being begs once more for their help, swearing they won't go back on their word again.

If they're lying, it could jeopardize Hero's mission. But can they really leave the being to suffer?

A difficult choice must be made.

#imprisoned villainous immortal given a chance to change? check #villain betrays heroes once but when they meet again DESPERATELY needs their help and isn't sure they'll get it? check #i also love powerful characters who are either magically bound by mortals or depowered or just outranked by someone worse #powerful made to feel powerless #delightful #writing prompts #whump prompts #whump #immortal whump #villain whump #hero here means 'the star of a classic hero's journey' to me but any setting would work

[a-crumb-of-whump]

Ways To Keep Your Whumpee Contained

Content: Restraints, electrocution, non-con drugging, tiny whumpee, immortal whumpee, [implied] drowning, vampire whumpee, burns, gags, dehumanisation, giant whumpee.

Use some good ole' fashion chains/ropes.

Trap them beneath something heavy.

Zip ties.

Drug them.

Shock collars.

Buy them a pet cage.

If they're a tiny whumpee, you could always make do with an old jewellery box or a jar.

Trap your immortal whumpees in a pool with the cover over the top.

A collar and leash.

If they're a vampire whumpee, you could use a fence or bars made of silver.

Barbed wire. Wrap it around their wrists and ankles and let it dig into their skin or even gag them with it.

Strap them to a chair.

Trap your giant whumpee under something heavy and let them struggle to push it off. Bonus points if their whumper(s) are watching them and laughing.

Strap your vampire whumpees to a flat surface made of silver. Watch their stomach/back as they're literally burned alive. No way to fully alleviate their pain.

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump thoughts #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump ideas #whumpee #pet whump #vampire whump #immortal whump #tiny whump #whumper #non human whump

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1339

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

[Character A] is immortal and, unfortunately, watched [Character B] die in front of them.

[A] lives with the guilt for a very, very long time, but then they suddenly meet a ghost with an eerie resemblance to [B].

#i like it! #whump #writing #prompts #angst #ideas #immortal whumpee #immortal whump

[tildeathiwillwrite]

What's your favorite trope to write?

Ooooooo I had to think long and hard about this one.

I think my top three general tropes are amnesia, protagonist in fantasy story is just Some Guy, and interdimensional travel (I call it Jumping or Traveling).

Amnesia is just so fun because the character used to be somebody, and they have evidence of that somebody through people who used to know them or items they owned. But they have to rediscover that person and the journey fundamentally changes who they are.

Draven is a prime example of Some Guy in a fantasy story. I've never been the biggest fan of the chosen one trope where it's played as "the protagonist has super special powers and they must defeat this ancient evil or whatever". I still like giving my main characters powers but when they aren't special it becomes more like "well this is messed up, someone has to deal with this so I guess it's gonna be me". And when that character doesn't have powers, it becomes a case of "I may not be able to do everything you magic people can but I'm just as capable with or without this gun".

And then interdimensional travel is fun because I can explain why I decided to stick Octavian and Draven in The Legend of Orian Goldeneye when they are from a completely different planet.

For whump tropes my favorite is immortal whump, because there's so much more I can do to an immortal victim that I can't with a normal whumpee, since I prefer realistic whump alongside magic whump. I also like the used as bait trope, sickfics, etc.

#thanks for the ask! #favorite tropes #writing tropes #whump tropes #amnesia #amnesia trope #amnesia whump #Some Guy #interdimensional travel #chosen one trope #immortal whump #magic whump #used as bait #sickfic #realistic whump #about me #the legend of orian goldeneye #draven cozenson #octavian de silv #thtmatc #tales from valaria

[redd956]

Whump Ideas: Regeneration

Whumpee was blessed (cursed) with regenerative healing abilities. Now even some of the most fatal wounds heal.

Having no scars or phsyical signs of their history

Whumper knowing they can do almost everything they want, and have a mint condition whumpee in a few days

Whumpee putting themselves in more dangerous situations because they know they'll turn out ok (bonus points their friends don't know)

A confused caretaker trying to understand what could possibly be wrong with whumpee

Being tortured or hurt in ways other non-magical whumpees could never imagine

Being traumatized by seeing their own form in awful ways

Whumpee having no self preservation

Being a confident, smug, and loose cannon type due to having no worry about themselves

(For immortal ones) Whumper knows they can't be killed, so they're going to make the best of what they can do

Caretaker or Friend getting hurt really bad trying to aid Whumpee, or do something dangerous for them

Healing being just as painful as being injured

Whumper watching whumpee's wounds heal, waiting patiently to strike again

Dialogue:

(Whumpee) "Trust me [name]! I'm going to be ok"

(Whumpee) "You don't understand what they did to me"

(Caretaker) "[Whumpee] May have no scars physically, but there's plenty mentally"

(Whumpee to Whumper) "You can't kill me!" "Oh I know, but I can do a lot else"

(Whumpee to Other) "What are you doing here?! I told you I could handle this on my own!"

(Caretaker to Whumpee) "I've got you Whumpee. I've got you... You're not going to die..." "Dude...it's just sixteen gunshots"

(Two Whumpers) "After this you're not going to have any whumpee left" "That's the best part, watch this."

#whump #whump ideas #whump idea #whump prompts #whump dialogue #whumpy dialogue #dialogue whump #nonhuman whumpee #magic whumpee #magical whumpee #regeneration whump #immortal whumpee #whump immortal #immortal whump #whumpee #cw violence #cw implied gore

[comfy-whumpee]

Safety Net

Whumptober 1: Safety Net. To catch up on where Northlight has been, check out their masterlist.

Northlight taglist - I'm only going to do this to y'all once this month because otherwise it'd be every day! @bloodybrambles, @wildfaewhump, @lektric-whump, @that-one-thespian, @raigash, @whumpywhumper

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It was late. They didn't know what time, in the eternal bright light of the lab, but almost everyone had gone. The only people still here were Lachlan, who was somewhere under observation from his near-death, and Northlight, who the others claimed wasn't a person at all.

It was never silent in this place. Almost under the range of hearing was the hum of the many machines that kept it such a pale and lifeless place. The many eyes of Caroline were always open, and there would be listening ears as well. Other things, who knew what, were pointed at Northlight's body at all times, and then there were the locks and bolts keeping them behind all those doors, alongside the simpler straps and buckles pinning them to the examination table.

Surrounding it all was their blood, in some form or another, creating a barrier that its original body could not cross, like two matching poles of a magnet forever pushing each other away.

Northlight closed their eyes to grant meagre protection from the overhead light. Head turned to the side, they listened to the hum of the machines, and the clicking buzz of the bulb. They pondered Lachlan, a brave young man despite his terrible choices. An admirable youth of seriously concerning idiocy. His blood still faintly stained the floor.

If only the damn muzzle would be taken off. Constance Irene must have learned that lesson sometime before now. Someone like Lachlan, who was clearly as good as a cadaver to Caroline’s experiments, might have been swayed if they could just talk to him. But instead, they were forced into wordlessness, and they didn't even know if he had heard them crying as he was killed.

The situation felt helpless. They couldn't speak to change it. No moving, no powers. They had never felt more like the mythical body the cult made them. Even all those years between the pillars, they had the understanding of seasons, of night and day, of weather and nature. This building would be the same on the first day and on their thousandth, except that the people hurting them within it would be aged.

Would Lachlan age, now? The blood was meant to give eternal life, but the boy seemed to already be at such risk. He'd been murdered by his boss and watched by a dozen doctors with no sign of help. Surely he would, at some point, be given an injury that Northlight's blood would fail to heal. Irene was hundreds of years old, but she drank much more than the droplets that made her elixir. Lachlan wouldn't be allowed all that. He was here to be hurt. Sooner or later, he'd be treated the same as they were.

The sound of a distant door opening snapped them out of their reverie. Someone was here. Was it Lachlan, wandering in search of comfort? A cultist hoping for an illegal taste of their blood? Perhaps, they allowed the ridiculous thought briefly, it was a rescue. Perhaps it was a hero, a friend, Dahara, or James, or Archer and his team.

Of course not. Nobody knew they were even in this time, let alone in this place. They were trapped in the belly of a sterile beast with blood flowing in its bricks and mortar.

A tall body came into blurry view at the edge of their vision, and they turned in time to see Kurt pass the observation window and enter. He was wearing a plain blue polo and khaki trousers, no lab coat, and this was definitely not a scheduled experiment. Caroline would be here if it was; she was in charge, even of her older brother.

Kurt hesitated in the doorway, face tight. He, like his sister, like many others, had been given Northlight's blood to drink. He was beholden to it for his health, beholden to keeping Irene happy with his work. An illicit visit was jeopardising that.

After a long moment, he stepped inside properly, closing the door. The room was too large, empty without the students in it, and for a moment he seemed like a dinghy adrift at sea. But he came to port at Northlight's side, hands wringing together briefly before reaching out to Northlight as they often had, brushing hair off their face. They were warm and steady, and Northlight fought not to relax at the touch. These moments had kept them grounded while they were hanging from the chains before the lab, the brief visits from the doctor who checked their eyes and forehead. It was a welcome relief.

“I've paused the cameras,” Kurt whispered. His eyes darted behind his glasses. “Lachlan is asleep. He's fine, he's healing – impossibly fast.”

Northlight closed their eyes briefly, relieved despite knowing the price.

Kurt’s hand shook for a moment as he adjusted their hair again, nudging clumps of it back, near-black with grime. “You cried, earlier. When they… During the experiment.” His face was sallow with fear and pre-emptive regret. He took a breath through his teeth, as if flinching before even saying the words: “If I take off the muzzle…will you tell me why?”

Northlight clenched their jaw for a moment, flexing it in the only minute way they could. They nodded.

Kurt’s exhale was shuddered, but his hands moved steadily again, committed. He unbuckled the straps, letting them fall loose before easing the hard plastic away from Northlight’s jaw. It clung to them, refusing to let go of its deep grooves, until Kurt’s gentle fingers pressed their skin free of it in light motions.

He held it there, an inch from Northlight’s face, as his chest heaved with huge breaths. “Tell me,” he urged them, “tell me now or I'll put it back.”

Northlight looked at him. He hadn’t slept. He wasn’t even in pyjamas. He had been awake since the fatal experiment hours ago. He was clearly suffering for it. Perhaps he was afraid of nightmares. Perhaps he was realising that he lived one.

He was a man who needed to believe, they supposed, meeting his wild stare. A man with a big heart, who could be kind and generous, but had sunk so deeply into this cause that he was scared of it being wrong.

Could they bring a man like this to the surface?

“I…” they began, rasped in a scorch of pain that clamped their face like the muzzle itself. They forced onward, the words more air than voice: “I cried because they killed him. She killed him and gambled his life on bringing him back. I cried because he sat still and welcomed death.”

Wide green eyes move between theirs. “You felt sad?”

“I felt g-grief.” They forced a swallow, wincing. “I have seen – death,” they inhaled fire, exhaled smoke, “but this, m-my body used to make s-slaves out of vict-tims… Hh…” The next word was too faint, and they licked their dry lips. “He,” they said, and felt their lip crack with the shape of it, “can't survive without it no-ow. He'll get sick. Weak and fra-agile.”

The effect wasn’t so instant, from what little they knew, but the words had the desired effect. Kurt, predictably, thought of himself first, not Lachlan. And where Lachlan had been given a mixture that was barely pink, Kurt had drunk almost directly from Northlight's open wound. “Sick?” he echoed. “The point is so you don't get sick. People who take it stay healthy, they don't get sick or die, they heal from injuries.”

“At first,” Northlight agreed, nodding their aching head. It felt like their jaw was about to swell shut but they wanted to keep moving it for as long as they could, and that meant talking. “It helps at first. But it comes with its own price. You trade one disease for another.”

Kurt shook his head, not buying it or not wanting to. “I’ve seen it. Seen it used on people long-term. Lachlan's brother has a heart condition, they both do, we kept them alive. His brother had a heart attack, we cured him of the aftermath. We saved his life. We could save it again if he has another, if we’re fast enough. If we have enough.”

“I don’t need his se-secrets.” They had to stop, coughing a puff of painful air. Their face screamed at them for moving it, and they were pulling on their cuffs with the need to hold and massage its tender sides. “It doesn't m-matter. This isn’t…”

They held such power over this man, who had only ever seen what he expected to see. They had to pull the blindfold free.

“Isn’t an argument,” they conclude once they've caught their breath. “My body, my power. You, others… It is an addiction. Without it you rot. How d-do you think your – lady’s s-skin got so grey? Her eyes reddened?”

Staring openly in horror, Kurt’s mouth found the motion to say, “She’s just that old, that…”

“I'm at least as old as h-her,” they whispered. They sucked in a breath, wanting to deliver this with the certainty of an oracle. “You stole magic that wasn’t yours. Your body will reject it. You can only d-delay death, never defeat it.”

“You defeated it,” Kurt objected, then his voice strengthened as he persuaded himself, “You don’t age, you don’t die – you’re lying.”

“I’m not human,” Northlight reminded him bitterly, “you say so yourself—”

“Don’t we have to try?” The interruption stole Northlight’s breath. Kurt’s face was flushed, as if he were on the verge of tears. “Don’t we have to, if there’s any chance, any way to save lives, to stop suffering, even if it brings you pain and misery—”

“Every moment of every day—”

“—your life is only one, and it's never going to end, this is a tiny fragment of your life and we’re trying to save countless people, so why can’t you accept that your power can be for everyone?”

They took a breath to reply, and the feel of it dragging against the sides of their throat told them that their words were numbered. They could move their mouth at last, but they were parched, and the words wouldn't come out for much longer.

They hadn’t had any water to drink since Kurt himself provided it.

“It won’t be a cure.” They swallowed, then had to cough as the sides of their throat closed together with all the gentleness of gnashing teeth. “I don't disagree. I t-take your point, but it isn’t a cure…”

“We’ll find something to stabilise it,” Kurt replied with conviction. “And even if it’s not forever, it’s less pain, less sudden loss… It’s a safety net. It’s choice.”

Nausea shuddered through them. Having a choice about mortality, whether to live a greying, decaying creature or die when the earth calls you? Who would want to become like Irene? Her body was so frail she went nowhere without her aide. She wore makeup and dark glasses to hide the toll on her body. She stayed secluded, terrified of losing what years she had stolen from their veins. She was a husk.

“You d-didn't choose,” they point out, grimacing. “She chose, she – other people – they choose if-f you can…”

“For now,” Kurt tells them with soothing confidence. “Only while we test it. All of us are happy to give our lives, to make you our work. The public will get the completed version. No more death, illness or injury. Happier people, longer lives, less suffering and pain. The whole world will change.”

“A world built on blood.”

“Blood paid on behalf of the rest of the world, to keep them safe. Is that not worthwhile to you?”

Northlight opened their mouth to reply, but their voice only rasped. They mouthed the disavowal instead. No, because this isn’t for them. This is to control them.

It was a useless loop. Any problems with the panacea would be experimented away. Northlight's suffering was too irrelevant to matter. Their leader, the central driving force of the whole cult, was only a half-dead shade of a human because she hadn't been able to refine the elixir as well as they could now.

Pure belief was not related to reality. It could not be debated, argued or disproven. Northlight could not help someone who would never choose to listen. Their voice had given out, but there was nothing left to say.

After a minute, Kurt sighed. “This isn't why I came in,” he admitted. The feverish shine had gone out of his eyes. He seemed tired. “You aren't human? You really seem… But of course not. Your blood…”

Northlight swallowed, even knowing it would hurt, like nails descending their windpipe. They exhaled into a whisper. “Do I have to be human to feel? I have lived and loved among you either way.”

Kurt’s eyes found theirs. He never lingered on the scar that crossed their face, always looking straight into their eyes when he felt the need. Northlight realised, for perhaps the first time, that despite the doctor’s age and qualifications, he truly was the younger of the two of them.

The stare felt like it was sucking them in, dragging them into Kurt’s own mind, and they looked back with both hands clenched.

When it ended, it was because Kurt looked away. He didn't say anything. He only put the muzzle back on and left Northlight alone.

#cult whump #emotional whump #immortal whump #lab whump #whumptober2023 #no.1 #safety net #death #muzzled #northlight #kurt #my fic

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Day 3 - Stitches and Bandages

Synopsis: Couple months into Isaac's captivity, his pride is like gone lol. Submits himself to vivisection in order to keep his blanket :)

Content: Vivisection, gore, I'm gonna say it again there is vivisection and gore, immortal whumpee, whumper turned whumpee but it doesn't really come up here, a lot of invasive feeling stuff this is vivisection after all, blindfolded guy, broken whumpee

Tagging: @whump-in-the-closet @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @eric-the-bmo @befuddled-calico-whump

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The blindfold was a mercy, he supposed.

It didn’t feel like one. If he didn’t want to look, he would have closed his eyes—but now, he didn’t even get that choice.

Isaac had never thought that there was anything more terrifying than the darkness and the silence, but he had a sinking feeling that he was going to be proven very, very wrong.

He struggled against the ropes binding him to the table but made no attempts to beg for release. Because he chose this. Maybe this was a fool’s choice, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to earn back his only source of comfort.

Kasumi promised him that she’d give him the blanket back after this, and it was all Isaac could hope for that she’d keep it.

“Hmm. I’ve never done this before,” Kasumi remarked, a laugh at the edge of her words.

Isaac swallowed nervously. The pit in his stomach only got deeper.

He wasn’t prepared for the first slice across his torso, and he would never be. The cold scalpel glided across his chest, cutting through skin and emaciated muscle.

Sharp fingernails dug into the incisions. His panic rose, his heartbeat like a beating drum. He felt the tearing of flesh and then a sudden cold. It was getting hard to breathe.

He tried his best to not scream.

His best was a whimper, let out between choked gasps and incoherent pleas.

A finger lightly traced one of his broken ribs, barely felt but still horrific. He was frozen in the grip of fear, save for the tremors that racked him. This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening— Why was this happening?

“God, that’s fucked,” Kasumi murmured, awe in her every word.

Isaac could hear her smile and her glee.

A knife ran over his empty, aching stomach. He felt what was left of his chest tighten, every muscle tensing. Don't, don't don't please—

Kasumi hummed as she dragged the scalpel down to his intestines, leaving a long, shallow cut in her wake. Isaac was hyperventilating now, lungs rising and falling rapidly.

"You're awfully quiet now, aren't you?" she teased. She lifted the scalpel, and for a moment, Isaac could almost breathe.

It came down in his liver.

The pain was sharp and instant, a burst of agony that stole his breath as he coughed and hacked for air. He spasmed on the table, trying to get away, even when he logically knew it was useless.

Kasumi laughed a mirthless laugh and pulled out the blade. Somehow it made Isaac feel worse, head spinning and bright colors flashing behind his eyes, joining the tears.

"That," she remarked, "was nothing." The scalpel pressed down on his lungs, not enough to leave an incision but enough to make Isaac freeze in terror.

She pushed the blade down, ripping through flesh and tissue, and Isaac screamed with all the breath he had left. "This? This is only the beginning."

—

It felt like hours. How long had it been? No, it didn't matter. Agony had a way of blending time together, and Isaac couldn't say if it's been 3 hours or 3 days.

He could barely breathe, and his head pounded in rhythm with his rapidly-beating heart. His viscera was alight with pain, and he wanted to beg for it to stop but he couldn't gather the breath to form the words.

Kasumi was saying something, but he couldn't really hear her. He needed to listen.

He couldn't. It hurt too much.

Something sharp lodged itself in his abdomen—he couldn't tell exactly where, because everything hurt the same. It felt…different from the scalpel, but maybe his nerves were just fried.

It didn't leave, though.

Not even as Kasumi folded his chest back together and started to stitch up the incisions.

Tiny little pinpricks making their way up his torso.

He tensed and shuddered at the constant, tiny bits of pain, the way the needle dug into his skin and pulled it together. It set his nerves alight, and he needed to get away but he couldn't, he was trapped here. Trapped, with no real way to escape.

He sobbed quietly in between gasps for air as she roughly sewed his wounds shut.

Then the ropes loosened, falling to the floor with a quiet thud.

Isaac got to savor the freedom for a moment before hands shoved him off the table. With a cry, he crashed onto the floor. The sharp thing still embedded inside him jolted, and he screamed, mind going blank and vision turning from black to white.

When the throbbing started to fade and the tear-stained blindfold came back into view, he curled in on himself, careful to not injure himself again.

He heard the door open with a creak, and Kasumi's footsteps as she walked away. The tangled knot inside of him seemed to loosen with every step she took away from him.

Though she returned as quickly as she came, and Isaac panicked, wondering if he did something wrong—

But no. She draped a thin, bloodstained blanket over him, and Isaac clutched it tightly, not wanting to let go.

Worth it. Was it worth it?

It had to be worth it.

Kasumi tapped her foot impatiently. "Well?"

Isaac hesitated. "…Thank you," he muttered, voice stiff from resentment and disuse.

"There." She reached down and pulled the blindfold off of him, and Isaac shut his eyes tightly as the bright fluorescent lights of the cell came into view.

"And by the way," she ordered, "I expect you to clean this up once you wake up."

She walked out of the cell, leaving Isaac with only silence, pain, and the smallest bit of warmth to mull over.

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AN: Ahahahaha and this is only the first part :D

I love being evil to Isaac. and posting writings with absolutely none of the proper context. Look if you read this and you're like "what? how did we get here?" you can message me. I can infodump or summarize the possibly missing context as you please <2

#whump #whump writing #vivisection #immortal whump #immortal whumpee #gore #tw gore #broken whumpee #I don't like the term but like. that's the popular one and I'd like for people to find this #wij23day3 #whumpmasinjuly2023 #oc isaac #oc kasumi #my ocs <2 #my writing #kasumi is in her girlboss era #shes sooooo #also isaac is so fun to torment :D ahahahahaha

[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

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Emmeline Masterlist

All of Emmeline's stories, plus art, picrews, and whatever else!

12C (Emmeline’s lab whump series in chronological order)

Fountain of Youth (Pirate captivity series in chronological order)

Other: Fallen Column | Sickfic | Freezing Rain | Cat o’ Nine Tails | Twisted Ankle | Poisoned | Bitten (nsfw) | Bear Trap | Jungle Whump Part 1 | Glass Shard | Scar | Are you crying? | Don’t sit up yet | Sword | Have Fun | That’s Gonna Leave a Bruise | Purple and Neon | Bonfire | Stabbed Palms | Hot Cocoa | “Don’t Get Up Yet” | Bedside Reassurances | Hush | Shipwrecked | Ice Water | 

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Masterlist of Masterlists

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