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Injury Prompt #1025

whipped on the back

Injury Prompt #1004

Held by the neck

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

genuinely fucked up that if i want to interact with someone online i have to say words and have a conversation instead of just mashing my face against them like a cat

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This is a writing I love from my old blog, please enjoy :)

"Whumpee! Whumpee oh thank god, are you ok?!"

The caretaker's heart broke as they saw the whumpee flinch at their voice, they looked up, their eyes stayed locked on the doorway even as the caretaker rushed to the whumpee's side, pulling them into a gentle hug.

The whumpee melted in the caretaker's embrace, "I... c-caretaker please take it off I c-can't, please," the whumpee's voice shook.

"What do you..." the caretaker looked for any restraints, but couldn't see what the whumpee was talking about, "What do you want me to take off?"

The whumpee looked panicked, their eyes were vacant, "please I can't, I can't s-see please take it off," tears began to drip down the whumpee's face.

The caretaker's eyes widened, their throat felt tight.

The whumpee wasn't wearing a blindfold.

"Whumpee, take a breath ok, it's all going to be ok."

"Please, please I- I want to see you, I want to k-know it's over- please," the whumpee took in hitched gasps between words.

"Shushhh, it's ok, I know," the caretaker pulled the whumpee back into their arms, cradling their head against their shoulder, "I'm here, even if you can't see me, I'm here. It's over."

"Please take it off," the whumpee's voice was a weak whisper.

"Whumpee, I- I'm so sorry-"

"please."

"You're," the caretaker hesitated, "whumpee there's nothing over your eyes, nothing to take off. I- I'm so sorry."

A sob escaped the whumpee's lips, "I c-can't caretaker, please. Please I can't see."

The caretaker's heart felt like it would break in half, "I know, I know I'm so sorry,"

"I- I can't," the whumpee pulled back, freeing their hands to rub at their eyes, "I can't- no, no no, please! Please they, they can't take another thing, I- I want to see you, please," the whumpee let out another broken sob.

"Come here, don't," the caretaker gently pushed the whumpee's hands away from their face, "you'll hurt yourself."

The whumpee let their hands be moved, tears streaming down their face.

"p-please."

There was nothing the caretaker could do.

we used to have normalized whump. remember what they took from you....

Whumpee was reunited with his team and friends. Although they had seen the aftermath, none understood the extent of torture whumpee endured during the time with their captors.

Until breaking news aired on TV.

Whumpee, not wanting to relive the pain, slipped away to be in a room alone while it played...

"Recent local footage of a young man tortured has been leaked from the dark web. We've blurred the more horrific details however we are warning; some viewers may find this distressing.

Strapped to a metal table in what looks like an interrogation gone too far. His captors filmed him being punched, strangled, having a tooth forcibly removed, shot with nail gun, even taking a branding iron to the chest and then electrocuted. It appears the young man stopped breathing, before being resuscitated and brought back to life.

Incredibly, the victim seemed defiant towards his captors during and following the acts of extreme and incomprehensible cruelty.

How anyone can endure so much, is truely a mystery. Whether the young man survived the brutality, is still unknown.

Police are investigating and are looking for both captors and victim. We urge anyone with information to come forward."

Trained from birth as an assassin, your mind was bound by a powerful control spell. Sent to kill an archmage, they cast Dispel to weaken you—accidentally freeing your mind instead. For the first time, your dagger points wherever you choose.