#tied to chair

[just-whump-and-suffering]

Yume de Mita Ano Ko no Tame ni Ep 02

#Yume de Mita Ano Ko no Tame ni #asian whump #whump #jdrama whump #japanese drama #jdrama #hostage situation #tied up #tied to chair #whump beaten up #tw blood #Threatened with friend #itagaki mizuki #The Rampage from Exile Tribe #fujiwara itsuki

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Experimentation Begins (Magician's Bait, Part 2)

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 2: Starvation / Thirst / "Please…"

Prompts List

Tales from Valaria Masterpost

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TW: tied up, starvation, thirst, headache, creepily intimate whumper

Context: Damian has been trapped for a few days now, probably. His captor hasn't given anything to eat or drink. But he thinks he's figured out who she's after.

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How long has it been?

Time was immeasurable in Damian’s prison of darkness. The only indication that he was still alive at all was his heart beating in his chest, the aching in his wrists and ankles, and the steady gnawing of hunger.

His captor rarely visited. When she did, it was only to undo his bonds for short bursts at a time so he could walk around the cell and relieve himself. The room he’d been imprisoned in was small, only a couple paces across. The walls and floor were cool, rough stone, acting like sandpaper whenever he ran his fingers over them.

But she hadn’t fed him.

Was this one of those “tests” she’d mentioned?

Starving him was a cruel form of torture.

The lack of water, however, would probably kill him first. 

Currently, Damian was back in the chair, the rough ropes continuously wearing away at the skin of his wrists as he tried to find a comfortable position to sleep. The muscles in his shoulders burned from the strain, and his neck and upper back were no better. The cut on the back of his head from the fall on his first day was slowly healing, and it was probably responsible for the dull ache in his head.

The Stalker wanted him alive, didn’t she?

That’s what she said, at least.

Damian ran his tongue over his cracked lips. It was surprisingly dry in the cell, considering he’d been abducted during the peak of the humid season. Or maybe it was another symptom of thirst. That was more likely.

He sighed heavily through his nose, anxiously curling and uncurling his fingers. Being bound in one spot for so long was strange. He’d never considered himself restless, but he'd never been forced to stay still in such a brutal way. 

Despite the headache, Damian had been doing a lot of thinking.

And he was pretty sure he’d figured out who the Stalker was after.

The resident magician in the Torrent Territories wasn’t a private woman. Her name was Caiya Ebony, and she was well-known for flashy performances and daring escapades. It was an open secret that the king paid her well to limit her excursions to Torrent and occasionally around Zariya.

It made perfect sense. Stalkers were once magicians, after all. Magicians who chased after the promise of power at the cost of the lives of those who were once their colleagues. They’d been named such because of the way they tended to track their targets, like a hunter stalking prey. Once a Stalker caught her target, she would consume the magician’s power… somehow… and become stronger.

And unlike magicians, Stalkers didn’t need to draw the runes to cast spells. They only needed to speak. Damian didn’t know how it worked, and it really didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was bait. Bait for Caiya.

His father would have sent his best soldiers and detectives on the case, but when it became clear the abduction was supernatural, he would turn to his magician. And that was what the Stalker wanted. And after that? Damian couldn’t guess. Certainly not a Draigo. The entire species had vanished almost overnight.

Whatever she wanted, Damian was smart enough to realize that he didn’t want her to get it. And if that meant he had to die here? Then so be it. Roland could have the throne.

As if summoned by his thoughts, the cell door opened. “Hello?” he whispered, the words scraping against his dry throat.

No response, only the gentle stirring of the air around him, disturbed by the open door and the Stalker’s movement. The only noise in the cell was her breathing.

“How long do you plan to starve me?” Damian demanded, voice raspy. He’d given up on screaming for help when it became glaringly obvious no one was around to hear him.

His captor still hadn’t closed the cell door. Instead, she moved from one side of the cell to the other. Despite the magical blindness, Damian’s eyes followed where he estimated her path to be, judging from the movement of the air and the sound of her footsteps and breathing.

“Please…” he murmured, “at least give me some water.”

The spell was jarring, the runes spoken with harsh tones. Damian flinched, expecting pain. 

Nothing happened.

Without warning, something touched his head. “There,” the Stalker said softly, running her fingers through his hair, “was that so hard?”

He tensed, waiting for her to tug and yank him back until she let him fall.

“You know,” she continued, “for an heir, you’re not a polite guest.”

“I’m not your guest,” he hissed.

The Stalker’s hand paused mid-stroke. Damian gritted his teeth in anticipation. Knowing what was about to happen still didn’t prepare him enough for when her fingers curled, the nails digging into his scalp. “Call it what you like,” she snarled, “guest, prisoner, whatever. It doesn’t change your situation. It doesn’t change how helpless I’ve made you.”

Damian wanted to respond, to shoot back a cutting remark. But it wouldn’t make matters better. And she was right. 

He was helpless.

And he hated the feeling more than anything.

As quickly as she’d appeared, the Stalker withdrew, slamming the cell door closed with such force the floor shook. Damian listened to her retreating footsteps as he fought to control his racing heart, the fear curling in his stomach like a parasite.

She was long gone when he realized he was no longer thirsty.

@fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds

#wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump [day 2] #starvation #thirst #headache #headache whump #whump #my writing #whump writing #oc #damian caenum #tied up #tied to chair #used as bait #helpless whumpee #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #stubborn whumpee #resigned whumpee #dark magic #fantasy whump

[itsamenickname]

Bowser: *adjusts his bowtie before holding out his hand* Let's rule the world, together. Forever. Will you marry me?

Luigi: *staring at Bowser with an annoyed expression as he's tied to a chair and also wearing Peach's dress and wig*

#bowser #bowser nintendo #bowser my beloved #luigi #luigi nintendo #luigi my beloved #bowuigi #bowser x luigi #super mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #super mario bros movie #the super mario bros movie #mario movie spoilers #super mario movie spoilers #not sure if it counts as spoilers but I'll put the spoiler tags anyway #so fun fact: when I first saw that scene where Bowser was practicing his marriage proposal I thought we were going to have a Bowuigi moment #like no joke my dudes #after Bowser asked the big question I genuinely thought that it was going to pan to Luigi tied up in a chair (with an unamused expression) #you can imagine my disappointment when it instead panned to Kamek wearing Peach's dress and wig #now don't get me wrong while I did enjoy seeing Kamek crossdressing #it just would've been so much funnier and really adorable if Bowser was practicing his proposal to Luigi #especially since Luigi was barely in the movie at all #but that's a conversation for another day #maybe #anyway enjoy the Bowuigi scene that could've been but Nintendo and Illumination were too afraid to do :)

[sprnklersplashes]

concept: slavers or enemy pirates kidsnap kaz and intend to use him as leverage against inej. of course they took precautions but even then, when kaz isn't fighting back and just sits there with a small smirk on his face, they're all convinced dirtyhands is plotting his escape.

in reality though, he is in fact thinking "oooh when my wife gets here you guys are so screwed"

#six of crows #kanej #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #kaz tied to a chair he could've gotten out of hours ago if he wanted to listening to the sweet sweet sounds of inej causing carnage on deck

[just-whump-and-suffering]

Gifted season 1 EP 05

#gifted season 1 #gifted jdrama #asian whump #whump #jdrama whump #japanese whump #captive whumpee #threatened #whump strangle #fear #tied to chair #ep 05 #ukisho hidaka

[whumpetywhump]

W: Two Worlds - Ep. 15 & 16

#w two worlds #kdrama #captivity #tied up #tied to chair #hostage situation #ransom call #concern #protective friend #bromance #bleeding #bloody face #torture #beaten up #blood from the mouth #rescue #support #face touching #lee jong suk #lee tae hwan #park won sang #whump #kwhump #asian whump

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Abduction (Magician's Bait, Part 1)

Whumpuary 2024 No. 9

"Make it stop" | Restrained | Hair grabbing

Whumpuary Prompts List

Tales from Valaria Masterpost

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Context: Damian has been abducted by a dark-magic user who plans to use him as bait for her real prize. Unfortunately for him, she doesn't plan on letting him go once she's gotten what she wants.

TW: Abduction, restrained, head injury/mild concussion, darkness, hostage, used as bait, experiment mention, dark magic-type

Damian awoke in darkness, bound to a hard chair by rough ropes, his back and neck aching. He blinked rapidly, heart pounding, as he tried to remember how he’d gotten there. He'd been at home... and then... here. Wherever the deeps ‘here’ was.

He tugged at the ropes but only succeeded in bruising his wrists. Whoever had tied him here used strong knots, and they’d positioned his hands so he couldn’t reach the small knife strapped to his right thigh. As the thought crossed his mind, Damian was forced to consider the distinct lack of familiar weight on that leg and concluded the knife had been confiscated.

Shame.

Somewhere nearby, a door creaked, and cool air washed over Damian’s face. “Oh, you’re awake,” someone said softly. The door clicked shut behind them. Damian squinted, expecting the room to be flooded with light at any moment.

The light never came.

The person who’d entered—his captor, no doubt—chuckled softly. “No need for that, esteemed guest. I can see you just fine.”

Damian blinked in confusion. “What? What did you do to me?”

“Oh… nothing permanent… yet.” 

A shiver ran down his spine at the emphasis on the word ‘yet’. “You’re a magician, then.”

Another laugh. “Oh, good guess princeling! A very good guess, but not quite.” 

Damian sensed the displacement of air a split second before she seized his hair and yanked him backward, tipping back the chair so it was on the verge of toppling over. Damian yelped and instinctively stiffened as if that alone would prevent him from falling.

“Perhaps you need to be re-educated on the various disciplines of magicians,” she hissed in his ear. “But I’ll give you another shot. A magician would need to mark you with ink to do away with your sight. I, however, am not bound by such limits.”

Damian’s breath caught in his throat. “You’re… you’re a Stalker, aren’t you?”

He could almost feel the self-satisfied smirk on her face. “You’re a clever one! Very clever indeed.”

“What do you want with me?” Damian couldn’t hide how his voice shook. It was bad enough when he’d briefly thought she was a magician. To know his captor was a Stalker… that was worse. Far worse. “I’m no magician.”

“Darling,” the Stalker drawled, “that’s need-to-know information!”

Damian clenched his jaw. His scalp was beginning to ache. “I would argue that I do need to know, considering you kidnapped me from my own home!”

The Stalker seemed to consider this. As the seconds ticked by, Damian grew more and more tense. She could kill him with a single word. But, logically, if the Stalker wanted him dead, it would've happened before now. But all it would take is one word, and she could make him wish he was dead. So he’d been told, anyway. But from what he’d observed of his captor, it seemed that the stories weren’t as far-fetched as he'd once assumed.

Which was why he was desperate to know why she’d abducted him, since, to his knowledge, all Stalkers desire is more power. And they can get that from magicians, other Stalkers, and Draigo, not regular humans.

The Stalker hummed softly. “Let’s just say I have a far… more… valuable target in mind. You were just easier to get to. And when she comes for you, I’ll set you free.”

Damian’s head throbbed, protesting the amount of weight placed upon it. “Why,” he said through gritted teeth, “do I get the sense you’re lying?”

“About what, princeling?” Her voice was sickeningly sweet, and he shuddered.

“About letting me go.”

She laughed, an abrupt, harsh sound that startled Damian. He instinctively tried to flinch away, only to be forcefully reminded of the hold she had on his hair and the ropes binding him to the chair. 

“You really are a clever one!” The Stalker cackled, “Impressive!”

Damian waited, fear setting his nerves on edge, until her laughter finally died down. “...Are you going to kill me?” He asked softly, afraid to hear her answer.

“Oh, princeling…” She murmured in an almost gentle tone. Her grip on his hair loosened slightly, and the chair tilted back another inch. Damian’s heart jumped into his throat. “Where’s the fun in that?”

With those final words, she let go of him. Damian experienced a fleeting hope that he could tip the chair back the right way, but to no avail. His wrists, bound to the back of the chair, hit the ground first. The back of his head immediately followed. Pain flared up his arms and throughout his skull.

Just as quickly as he had fallen, the Stalker pulled the chair upright. Something warm, wet, and sticky ran down the back of Damian’s neck; his head pounded with every heartbeat. The floor underneath him seemed to tilt and sway like they were on the deck of a ship.

“You might be a valuable hostage,” the Stalker stated, “but you are even more valuable as a test subject. Those are very hard to come by. So no, I won’t kill you. Not until you beg me for death.”

The door creaked, and Damian briefly enjoyed the slight relief provided by the cool air from outside before she slammed the door behind her. He listened to her receding footsteps until he was sure she was out of earshot. He let out a ragged breath and began to shake, tears dripping down his face. What did I do to deserve this?

#magician's bait #whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno9 #hair grabbing #restrained #used as bait #(yes again) #bound #captive whumpee #my writing #whump #whumpee #whump scenario #whumper #captured #tied up #tied to chair #darkness #blindness #dark magic #oc #damian of caenum #fantasy whump #whump writing

[sapphicdib]

WAIT ACTUALLY I SAW PPL DRAWING MOON IN A SUIT AND REMEMBERED I HAD THIS HIDDEN ON A CANVAS…i drew it after i had a dream where moon tried to get me to join her cult…while wearing a suit. needless to say she didnt have to ask me twice

#rain world #rain world downpour #rw lttm #looks to the moon #rain world lttm #rw #my art #MOON THIRST OKAY I AM SO #ILL JOIN UR CULT BB PLZ SHOW UP IN MY DREAMS AGAON #little detail about the dream she had tied me to a chair #insert that drive thru worker meme where the person is over sharing and they look horrified

[ex-girlfriend-tied-bound]

#ex girlfriend #beautiful #sexy #chair tied

[brobound]

#video #struggle #chair tied #capturedsoldier

[calypsolemon]

every dunmeshi fan that follows me now is required to watch all 2 pilot episodes 14 seasons 2 miniseries 1 side-movie and 1 and 1/2 seasons of sequel series of Lego Ninjago: Masters Of Spinjitzu. All who do not comply within 48 hours will be blocked and reported to the administration

#ties you to a chair and forces you to watch lego ninjago clockwork orange style

[siredcrab]

I'm lowkey pissSed that we had a whole chapter from Laurent's pov but there's no Damen around so i DIDNT get to read how he sees him, and describes him, and maybe how he notices details that damen himself obviously wouldn't even point out im sososo mad about this happening to me why did pacat do this ohmy god

#what kind of THINGS would Laurent say about Damen in his HEAD???? #he was in deniak but he couldn't escape his mind he could never escape it #not alone and tied to a chair ans #while Damen was out there fighting #he was surely thinking so many thoughts #He should've described to us each minuscule movement of Damen's face while they faced each other again #but oh well haha i guess that's only all in my head now #the fact that we didn't know damen had a simple until the short story was criminal in and on itself #what else can i say #anyway #i lost thread #i love you most ardently Damianos of Akielos

[just-whump-and-suffering]

Shin Ultraman

#shin ultraman #asian whump #whump #tokusatsu whump #toku whump #ultraman #stoic whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #handcuffed behind the back #tied to chair #interrogation #abduction #takumi saito

[whumpetywhump]

W: Two Worlds - Ep. 14 & 15

#w two worlds #kdrama #captivity #tied up #tied to chair #struggling #hair pulling #choked #defiance #torture #beaten up #bleeding #bloody face #lee jong suk #whump #kwhump #asian whump

[sorcerersandskillusers]

Since I've got TDIPUD on the brain, can we talk about how wild it is that Oda was so dangerous as an assassin that people thought he was an entire organization? This is a world where Skill users are common knowledge in underground circles, and people still thought "there's no way one person could be this powerful"

In fact, even seven years after he stopped killing, he was still feared

Keep in mind, Oda was ONLY 14 when all of this went down, and still even the government didn't want to mess with him.

(he's 20~21 in TDIPUD so he must have been 13~14 when he stopped killing)

And that's just when he retired, to build up a reputation like that he must have been working as an assassin for a while.

#Not to mention at 14 he beat Fukuzawa WHILE TIED TO A CHAIR WITH A BAG OVER HIS HEAD #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd odasaku #sakunosuke oda #odasaku #the day i picked up dazai #bsd the dark era #the dark era #bsd characters

[ride-a-dromedary]

Halsin being so present and involved in Reithwin, showing his love and appreciation and dedication through skillsets long buried but never forgotten - helping to build houses (you'll find him so often on roofs making repairs the joke becomes if you're looking for Halsin, look up), gifting refugees with furniture pieces he's made when they move in, cleaning out rubble and clearing spaces for farmland and aerating the land and helping in fields so things will grow, planting trees in wild orchards, digging wells, organizing for a school house and an infirmary that applies both magical and technical skill. He gets his library built, fills it with books, spends days foraging and hunting, he speaks with the livestock so they keep their spirits up, he helps wherever he can.

Being a part of something bigger, not the head of it. Helping and existing in a community like he hasn't in centuries. Knowing every name, delivering their children and their children's children, and watching with a full heart as they begin to thrive and celebrate and live. Watching entire generations grow. And the care he shows is reciprocated - the baker saves him treats in a basket from each morning's batch when they're still warm and staunchly refuses his payment. His clothes are mended and kept in good order. His wall is filled with drawings the children have given him over the years. He is gifted an album filled with pressed flowers when he lamented one year it was always a shame to see them go with the snow.

And every night he is exhausted, but in the way that is bone deep and happy - fulfilled and accomplished.

#BG3 Musing #Halsin #Halsin Posting #i have a lot of feelings about halsin in reithwin #i also have this image of halsin making a rocking chair for his LI whomever's come to reithwin with him for a birthday present #because halsin building furniture is a rock's throw away from whittling #his grandad would be proud of him i think #and he sits in the trees with his children tied on his back and tells them how life finds a way - even when we think there is nothing left #it *always* finds a way