This takes place a few months after escaping from their captivity by Ethorcon. Bruno belongs to Izzy!

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

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No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.” | Scars | “Let me see”

Contains: lady whump, PTSD, flashbacks, fire, burns, referenced past genocide, referenced parental death, romance

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Breathe in, breathe out.

Don’t turn around and look at the campfire. Staring at it too long is what started all of this to begin with.

Don’t think about the heat that you can still feel on your back.

Ignore the pain in your shoulder. It’s not real.

It’s not real.

The screams in the back of your head aren’t real. The flames that you see when you close your eyes aren’t real.

Ignore it, ignore it, keep breathing and it’ll go away.

Hey look, another piece for this series! Amazing!

This one doesn't really have any plot, but it takes place sometime after she gets back home from the hotel and before Oliver starts texting her all the time. Thank you to Nox for helping me brainstorm this idea!

Taglist: @justplainwhump , @whump-ventures

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No. 9: “Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.” | Polaroid

Contains: referenced parental death, referenced broken ribs, grief

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There’s an album full of old photos buried in the recesses of her closet. It’s one of the only things she has left from her old life. She never had much in the way of mementos or sentimental items, anyway, and she got rid of almost everything that could tie Cady Graham to Cadence West when she moved. She’s never even shown the photos to Janaysia and Devin, some irrational fear that it might somehow put them in danger holding her back. 

But sometimes, on days like today when she needs comfort or catharsis or something else that she can’t quite name, she pulls out the album, locks the bedroom door, and sits cross-legged on the bed to look through it. 

This is pre-Bruno, more like a short, angsty character study than any actual plot. It's also the first of a few pieces where I took inspiration from a different line in the song than the prompt line.

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No. 6: “Sometimes I get the feeling she’s watching over me.”

Contains: referenced parental death, referenced murder, self-deprecating thoughts, referenced noncon touch

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She feels her sometimes, like she’s looking over her shoulder, or gazing down from somewhere above her. 

Often when she’s picking herbs, the ones she taught her as a healer in their village. It feels like a reminder. “Atkraito vemesde, Kamaria. See how these two look alike.”

Occasionally she’ll be there, in her mind, as she lies awake in her tent at night. Like an embrace, or a brush of a hand across her forehead. It makes her think of the times she was ill, and she would lie next to her and check her fever, kissing her forehead and tucking her curls behind her ears. 

But sometimes, she feels her presence when she doesn’t want to at all. When she’s being punished, when Roderick has his hands on her, or worse of all, when she’s creeping into the tent of some Kedosan officer, ready to take their life. 

All she feels then is shame. 

It’s hard for her to envision her mother’s face anymore. It’s been too long. But somehow, she can still picture the shock, the disgust that would paint her expression if she saw her daughter like this. Surely she would loathe the thing that she has become. Surely she would turn her back. Her mother was a pure, gentle soul, as peaceful as the rest of the Vaya. If she saw what Kamaria has let herself turn into, she can’t imagine that she’d want to have anything to do with her anymore.

If her mother hadn’t died, then she never would have had to become The Shadow of Death. She does it for her, to avenge her death and the deaths of all the other Vaya, in her village and others. 

But as much as she misses her, she’s glad she can’t see her now.

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Vaya translation -

Atkraito vemesde = pay attention

This is a very short canon piece, but I purposely wrote it in a way that it also fits into any modern au.

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No. 5: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.”

Contains: lady whump, referenced broken bones, referenced beating, mentioned parental death, referenced corporal punishment

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With each strike, she plots his demise. 

Every time the rod cracks against her bones, she dreams of breaking his. Every bruise that blooms on her skin, she imagines him bruised and bloody. While he stalks around her prone body, reveling in his power over her, kicking and spitting and making sure she stays down, she envisions the day when he’ll be the one cowering before her.

Because one of these days, she’ll work her last mission for these people. One of these days, she’ll complete her own, personal mission - the only reason she’s stayed with them for this long - and she’ll have her revenge against those who murdered her mother. Then she’ll have no need to submit to him anymore. He won’t hold any power over her. There will be no more punishments, no more taking out his frustrations on her, no more making her every breath completely miserable with pain and fear.

One of these days, she’s not going to lie here and take it anymore. She’s going to get up and stand against him.

And he’s going to regret every single time he ever laid a hand on her.

I’m deep in the trenches of Whumptober prompts, but discovered this completed chapter that I never posted. Had to make a couple of minor changes because of things I’ve discovered in rp about this version of Kamaria, but here it is now! Bruno belongs to Izzy, who also helped with his dialogue for this piece.

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Contains: lady whump, hospital, talk of foster care, restraints, mentioned gsw, referenced past whump of a minor, mentioned parental death, mentioned broken ribs, death mention, referenced abuse, very minor sh

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Kamaria manages to sleep a few fitful hours from the time that Captain Soldier Boy cuffs her to the hospital bed until the time the lights in the hallway come back on and the night nurse comes in to check on her one more time before the shift change. Not long after that, the man himself strolls into her room. She takes a small amount of satisfaction from the fact that he looks about as exhausted and worn thin as she feels. He didn’t have to stay up all night stalking her. That was his choice, and now she hopes he’s regretting it.

He takes a long swig of his coffee - Starbucks this time, so he must have actually left at some point unless he had someone bring it. It irks her that he waited until he was standing in the room to decide to take a drink. What does he even want? Is he just trying to waste her time? Rub his superior dining options in her face?

The coffee cup clicks down onto the bedside table. A file folder drops just beside it.

“Kamaria Veisi.”

I’m a couple of days late but I had ideas still to write!

Fandom/universe: Obsession

Warnings: lady whumpee with male whumper, dissociation, captivity, restraints, sensory deprivation, starvation, sensory overload, referenced parental death

Timeline notes: Not sure exactly when it takes place but it’s sometime in the future, after where canon currently leaves off

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She’s floating.

There’s not much else to do, besides float.

For the first few…hours? days?…she tried to keep herself aware, but it’s a losing battle. In this endless darkness, endless silence, endless nothing, she has no good way to tie herself to the present. She’d tried rubbing against the soft ties that kept her sitting in place, anchored to the floor, but that only worked for so long. So did tapping against the hard floor, snapping, breathing exercises, bouncing her legs up and down…she’s too tired to try any of that anymore, anyway. She has no way of knowing how long she’s been like this, but she hasn’t eaten since he left and she’s not sure she's slept, either.

Whumpay Day 11 -

“Don’t touch me” | “Don’t leave me”

This can be seen as a continuation of Day 8, but it also stands alone.

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Fandom: Original work

Warnings: implied infection, fever, implied torture, parental death mention, hallucinations, captivity, gags, parental abandonment

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He knows it doesn’t make sense. Deep down, he knows that he has a raging fever - probably from some infected injury somewhere on his body, though it’s hard to tell which from among the many - and he knows that it’s impossible for his mom to be standing there in the basement with him. 

His mom, who has been dead since he was a kid.

But in the moment, he doesn’t really care. Mom looks so real standing there, and he’s so, incredibly lonely. So he reaches out as best he can with an arm that will barely respond, grunting behind the duct tape gag.

Mom...Mom please…

“Hey, kiddo.” Her eyes sparkle just like he remembers. 

Please, I don’t wanna be here. I wanna go home.

“You can’t leave. You have to be a good boy.”

The words are like a punch to the gut. No, no no no, please, not you, too...Mom please!

“Goodbye, son.” She turns and walks away, fading out of sight into the darkness of the basement, leaving her son sobbing into his gag.

Please...don’t leave me.