game over for wren!

contents: slavery whump, major character death (dehydration and starvation), trapped in a small space, hallucinations, verbal abuse, restraints.

It’s hard to keep track of the passage of time in the dark cell, but Wren is fairly certain that Daniel should have come back hours ago.

Of course, it’s possible that it hasn’t been that long. He slept at some point, but it could have just been a short nap, after which the darkness combined with his growing anxiety served to make his time perception more muddled; maybe Daniel will come back from hunting in the jungle any minute now, open the door, laugh at the relief on Wren’s face, but time continues to pass, even as muddled as it is, and Daniel is still absent.

Wren knows what it means for him if he never comes back.

#slavery whump #major character death #dehydration #starvation #hallucinations #verbal abuse tw #sv-240 #wren rackham #my writing #well this one's... rough #i wasn't sure if i should tag people under it but oh well #the beta text editor you're forced to use when you answer asks is abysmal #i hope the taglist works cause i had to retype the whole thing #as always i'd appreciate it if you could let me know if it worked #restraints

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Anonymous asked:

f with my muse #20 ?

20: leave my muse out in the cold

contents: well, that, captivity whump, chains, mention of alcohol.

Oscar was freezing, but it could be worse, as he kept reminding himself. It could be night, it could be a sunless day - not that the sun even reached his spot. He had been given fairly warm clothes, just short of being sufficient, and he wasn't entirely immobilized; his ankle was chained to a pillar and the chain was long enough that he could pace back and forth to keep himself warm- warmer, at least.

He'd always hated the cold, freezing air on his skin when he flew too high up, snow, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he remembered all the lighthearted jokes and teasing about his love for wearing multiple layers and fighting the winter by staying at home with a hot beverage and a blanket. How ironic that that was how Bradley decided to mess with him, punish him for one insult too many.

How convenient for you, asshole, Oscar thought, looking up and glaring when he saw Bradley watching him from the obscenely large windows, and his boiling anger warmed him up a bit when Bradley flashed his teeth in a grin and tipped his glass of mulled wine at his shivering captive.

#my writing #caged canary #captivity whump #restraints #alcohol mention #oscar welles #bradley mckenna #thanks!

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Neck Day 2021: The Neckoning

Castys needs more whump with a whumper there hasn’t been enough of that lately and I think he deserves it so here

Ingredients: hanging/strangulation, barbed wire shenanigans (not jairus level tho 😔), painful wound cleaning, manhandling, a single kick, some stepping on (as a treat)

“You’ve tried to escape for the last fucking time, slave,” Rakkel threw Castys to the ground, and he couldn’t even try to break his fall since his hands were tied behind his back, so he ended up getting dirt in his mouth, which was shockingly untasty. Just another fucking day, huh?

“You’re right, I’ll succeed next time. I think I’ve almost got it down-” Her boot slammed into his gut, cutting him off and causing him to curl up, gasping for air.

“I’d cut off that tongue of yours if it wouldn’t grow back the next time I snuffed out your pathetic life.” She ground her boot into the side of his face as she said it, and part of him wondered why she didn’t just cut off his tongue and then not kill him, but he decided to keep that little solution to himself. Not having a tongue didn’t seem like it’d be fun, from what he’d heard. Not that any of this was fun, especially since her foot was forcing his face down into the soft earth. “No, I think it’s time I ripped that personality out of you. I thought it was entertaining at first, but at this point it’s nothing but an annoyance.” She was fiddling with something above him, probably related to the tree she’d dumped him under.

The moment her foot left his head, she grabbed his hair, yanking him upright. He gave her his best smug grin, blinking the dirt out of his eyes. “Glad I’ve been annoying you just as much as you’ve been annoying me, maybe we should part ways then-oh, are we?” She’d just unlocked his collar with her free hand, setting it aside. “I thought that made me your special slave boy, am I not-”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m going to replace it.” She dropped him onto his back, straddling his waist, which, he decided, was not a feeling he liked, but he did his best to keep his face neutral. Of course, when she held up a length of barbed wire, he couldn’t stop his eyes from going wide, and, of course, she noticed, giving him a broad smile. “I think it’s going to work wonders. You’d better hold still or this will hurt far more than it has to.”

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#OOOOH HELL YES #i love this idea it's so evil and so good #your ideas for messing with an immortal whumpee are always amazing #so much goodness here #collars #restraints #barbed wire #fantastic #good stuff

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oddsocksandstuff asked:

Uncomfortable question for Daniel: if you're so sure Wren is trapped with you on a planet he can't escape, why the constant restraints, aren't they a little overkill? Are you just scared he'll beat you in a fair fight? (Redstainedsocks)

“Oh, it’s by no means to stop him from escaping! The jungle and the tracker are more than enough to keep him right here. It’s just...” Daniel tilts his head to the side and looks at Wren, who glares back at him.

“It’s just that he’s a sick fuck”, he hisses, and then huffs indignantly when Daniel leans back on the couch and lazily pushes him with one booted foot, sending him swinging on the chains.

“Oh, shush. I just like seeing him like this, he was made to be restrained. Chains, ropes, ribbons - gah, he looks great in everything.”

“Sick fuck”, Wren repeats, and Daniel has to move to the far end of the couch to avoid getting kicked.

“Muzzles look great on him too, while we’re at it.” That’s more than enough to shut Wren up. “As for losing to him in a fight? Oh, please. Let’s just say that I’m the one who managed to survive on an alien planet for fourteen years, and he’s the one currently getting his joints all fucked up from hanging like this.”

“Fuck you!”, Wren shouts, and with a sigh Daniel gets up to retrieve the muzzle.

#asks #wren rackham #daniel rooney #restraints #muzzles #defiant whumpee #creepy whumper

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Just One Rule

[Masterlist]

Wren learns the ropes of his new life.

A completely spontaneous piece, set right after this little thing, which in turn takes place right after Long Way Home.

cw: modern slavery, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, humiliation, implied nudity, handcuffs, injuries, noncon touching, mentionied: muzzles, brainwashing, violence.

taglist: @faewhump @inky-whump @whole-and-apart-and-between @slaintetowhump @whatwasmyprevioususername @procrastinatingsab @moose-teeth @insanitywishes @special-spicy-chicken @redstainedsocks

~~~

Wren is left in the bathroom, dropped onto the floor in front of the mirror; he turns his gaze away from it as soon as Daniel closes the door.

“Take a shower. You stink, kiddo.”

His hands are completely stiff when he reaches up to wipe the saliva off his face, and he hisses when he tries to straighten his shaking fingers; every attempt at closing his mouth feels unnatural, his jaw joints prickling in protest, so he lets it stay half-open. He shifts to sit with his legs straight out and gasps at the bolt of pain that follows, the fabric of the pants having already clung to the wounds, now tearing the scabs.

Once he regains a fraction of control over his arms and is able to lift them above his head, he carefully takes off his t-shirt and tosses it aside, grimacing at the stench of stale sweat that makes his nostrils burn. Taking off the sweatpants is a whole other story, it requires him to prop himself up and rip the fabric from the wounds, but the promise of heavenly hot water is motivation enough to keep going. He has to bite down on his lower lip to stop himself from crying out - for all he knows Daniel might be right outside the door, listening for any indicator of his captive getting closer to breaking.

Wren exhales and raises his middle finger in the direction of the door, managing a faint smile.

#whump #whump drabble #slavery whump #captivity whump #defiant whumpee #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #(not really here but hey daniel is daniel)#restraints #handcuffs #muzzles #noncon touching #my writing #wren rackham #daniel rooney #sv-240 #space whump

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29 Day Whump Challenge - Day 4

[Masterlist]

[Challenge]

Prompt: Beaten

A blast from the past, though Wren wouldn’t necessarily consider it a “blast”.

cw: beating, blood, kidnapping, broken bones, bitten tongue, handcuffs

~~~

“Let go! Get your fucking hands off me, assholes!”

Wren is kicking, screaming, thrashing as the three men drag him through the dry bush. They’re rangers just like him, ones he recognizes, even. All from his squad, Berkeley, Powell, Myers.

“You won’t get away with this!” he continues his rant, trying to find some kind of leverage with his legs, but the kidnappers are walking way too fast for him to do that. “Someone’s going to find out sooner or later and I doubt they’ll be merciful.”

There is laughter, loud, as if he’s just told a great joke.

#whump #29 day whump challenge #29 days of whump #whump drabble #beating #restraints #handcuffs #cw: broken bones #wren rackham #peter berkeley #the other too are just henchmen so #my writing #italics galore #sv-240 #space whump #blood cw #violence cw