Spellcasters hate this fact but if you just stick your fingers in their mouth while they're casting a spell with a verbal component it's literally more effective than a counter spell.
How it feels to read a really good fic and find the author has dozens more like it
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.
ok but couples who get whumped together! One is kidnapped, bound and gagged, and used as lure and bait to trap the other one. Whumper laids out whumpee to take out caretaker, and once caretaker sees their beloved in distress, once they remove the gag they hear "IT'S A TRAP" and it's all over for them. <3
we used to have normalized whump. remember what they took from you....
fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.
fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”
- victim is given cuffs or a collar that effectively freezes them in place. They still feel the passage of time, and will still feel anything that happens to them
- victim is then placed in a public location (city square, atrium in a shopping area, central office, etc) and left in the hands of passersby
- their crimes are holographically projected from the cuffs/collar to alert everyone of the severity. Despite this, even petty crimes are often met with great force from passing strangers
- it is legal to shield victims. Kind strangers or loved ones may stand sentry around them, but must be wary of using force, lest they end up in the same position
- sentences cap out at 48 hours, but multiple sentences may be consecutively served with a day's break in between
- more severe offenses sometimes see the victim stasified in an isolated location, which is then broadcast to the public. This is meant to encourage anyone who was hurt by the victim to seek retribution away from the public eye, but it often leads to more extreme injuries on the victim, dealt by strangers who no longer fear the shame of a crowd
- anonymous mercenary groups can be hired to protect a victim---or hurt them
- the victim's eyes are always closed before stasis. This is to preserve their sight and reduce damage. It also means they never see what's coming.
Based on the results of this poll.
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Whumpee's hands shake from pain and exhaustion and henchman rips their shirt apart, revealing their back. Exposed to whumper, whumpee closes their eyes when they hear them walk closer.
Warm hands touch their cold skin, leaving goosebumps on their way. They hear whumper scoff, who bows down so their mouth is right next to whumpee's ear.
"Your old scars will be nothing against what is about to follow," they coo and walk back again, whumpee bracing themself for the pain that comes with the crack of the whip.
The burning sensation makes them grunt, but it's not enough to make them scream. Again and again, the thundering crack rings in whumpee's ears, hot blood running down their back now.
Whumpee's body shakes from pain, their mind racing, wanting it to stop. Barely holding onto consciousness, whumpee coughs and closes their eyes. The whip licks at their skin another time.
"Shut up!" The whumper kicked the whumpee's shivering form, "stop it. Stop crying- I can't fucking think."
The whumpee lay curled up on the cold hardwood floor, trying to hold in their sobs, "s-sorry."
"Jesus," the whumper rubbed a hand over their eyes, "don't look at me like that."
The whumpee quickly averted their gaze, whimpering softly.
"Now you're acting like I'm the fucking bad guy," they walked over to the whumpee and sat down.
The whumpee drew into themselves, hugging their arms into their chest.
"Stop it," The whumper pushed on their shoulder, forcing them to lay on their back. The whumpee didn't resist, letting themself be moved. They were unable to hold in a light sob.
"Jesus you're fucking dramatic. Just chill out," the whumper threaded their fingers through the whumpee's hair, "you were being annoying ok? And it's not like I fucking stabbed you."
The whumpee nodded weakly as the whumper pet them.
"There's no reason to get all upset, ok?"
"y-yeah, sorry."
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