Kane & Jim AU: Tiny Kane

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content: whump, g/t, tiny whump, fear, burns, torture, vampire whumpee, whumper turned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker, rescue, caretaking, recovery, comfort, starvation, weight loss due to starvation

Whumpmas in July Day 6: Deprived GT July Day 6: AU Two Weeks of Whump Day 6: Belt / Gasmask / Cage

surprise extra cameo from TWOW as well, three events in one! i've been wanting to do a tiny Kane AU for a looong time. how did Kane become tiny, you ask? well, it's- (i describe a convenient plot device, but a loud truck blows past and you can't hear me). but yeah i'm just doing this for fun and not worrying about the context lol. you get no in-universe explanation, i just love tiny whump

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Jim was pretty sure the only reason he wasn't completely freaking out right now was because he'd been warned in advance about the size, but he was still freaking out a little bit.

Kane sat huddled in the middle of a little silver cage, trying his best to balance himself so the only part of him that touched the floor was protected by the small bit of clothing he had. A pair of shorts that looked like they'd been haphazardly sewn together, the seams halfway to coming apart. He strained to raise his feet slightly so they wouldn't burn.

Despite his efforts, the hunter thrust the cage toward Jim carelessly, causing Kane to lose his balance and burn his feet. He shrieked, righting himself as quickly as possible. The entirety of his five-inch body was dotted with similar burns.

The hunter tossed a key, which Jim scrambled to catch. "Don't worry, it's harmless now."

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the man who funded the apocalypse

Whump prompt + art

(With my OC's :3 )

[Adam - avian whumpee]

[Idris - human caretaker]

The avian was sitting limp in his cell, the short wings hanging from his back, it's been a long time since they have been clipped... At the beginning it was painful, he would whimper and groan from the awful pain, day and night. But now... Well, not anymore. It's just numb. The avian wished he could go back to that horrible pain, keeping him up and alert, he wished he could go back to that feeling of needing to run away, to find a way back home. At the very least, he would be feeling something, anything at all...

Someone entered his cell, it doesn't matter who it is... It's a human, of course it is. Probably there to hurt him even more, like the countless bruises and open wounds aren't enough already. The human seems to be in a hurry, he dashes towards the avian and starts to inspect him with a concerned look in his eyes.

"wh-what have they done to you?" The human asks as he checks for the pulse and breathing.

The avian doesn't respond, he didn't understand question, and even if he did, isn't the answer obvious?

"it's going to be okay... I'll- I'll help you, okay? Just -" he glances at the wings "...just stay with me"

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August and Seven - 1

So. This is my first piece with these characters. Um. Yeah. Hope it's not too shitty.

Warnings: Vampire whumpee, pet whump, imprisonment, collars, muzzles

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Cell doors rattled as August walked past, their footsteps echoing through the concrete hall, but they paid the noise no mind - these cells had long since been emptied. They continued along, each cell they passed devoid of life. Blankets lay abandoned in the occasional corner, or else remains of meals piled up on floors.

Still, they continued.

And sure enough, as they reached almost the last cell, a body came into view. It seemed dead - blood pooled around its pale frame, and its eyes remained closed. As August approached, the body came more clearly into view, and they almost gagged.

Its ribs were clearly visible through its skin, and several appeared to be broken. Yet its chest still rose and fell, in a somewhat steady rhythm. The body - no, the person - wore no clothes, but for a simple black collar, and a muzzle tightened around their jaw.

August pushed at the cell door. It was heavy, but swung open with little difficulty, scraping lightly against the concrete floor.

They dropped beside the figure on the ground, placing two fingers to their neck in an attempt to find a pulse. They found one. Barely.

"Hey, uh- Can you hear me?" they tried. Nothing. "Hey, are you okay? Fuck, you can't- I can't be dealing with another dead body, you have to- You have to wake up, come on-" August's voice shook, but they forced themself to stay calm.

"Okay." They took a deep breath, staring down at the person on the ground. "Okay. Check for breathing."

They tilted the person's head back, and one hand moved to unclip the muzzle at the back- Until they were thrown to the ground with surprising strength, head smashing into the iron bars behind.

The figure, who had been unconscious moments before, was now standing pressed against the opposite wall, their breathing unsteady and about to collapse.

"Whoa, hey, it's okay," August began, getting to their feet and raising their empty hands. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I was just-"

But they were cut off as the person lunged at them, eyes wide and frightened, hands trembling. Pointed teeth flashed in the dim light, and August instinctively dodged, pushing back until the person was on the ground and they were standing above them.

"I- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't-" The person - vampire? - ducked their head and pressed their face into the floor. "Please don't kill me, I- I'll be better, I'll be good, I s- I swear-"

August moved closer, and the vampire let out a pitiful whimper, sinking even further to the ground.

"I'm not going to hurt you, love," August reassured them. "Can you look at me?"

The vampire forced themself to look at August. Their eyes were a shadowy grey, almost black in the darkness of the cell.

"Thank you. Do you have a name I can use for you? And pronouns?"

"I- My name is- is Seven, M- Master. And- And I don't- I'm sorry, Master, I- I-" The question seemed to have thrown them off, and August therefore treated it as a matter of isolation from society rather than ignorance.

"Pronouns," August said patiently. "You know, he, she, they..."

Seven's eyes widened, and they nodded. "Y- yes, Sir- Sorry, Master, I- I have always been an 'it', M- Master, but... if it is my choice, I-" They shook their head. "I am sorry, Master, pl- please forgive your pet, it is not- I am not thinking-"

"You're allowed to have opinions, love." They hated the way in which they had to give permission - give a full-grown person permission - to have an opinion. But they pushed down the anger. That wasn't what this person needed.

"If- if it is not too much trouble, I- I would like to be- I would like to be a- a 'he'?" It was phrased as a question, and August nodded in response.

"Of course."

The relief that came over Seven's face with those two simple words was enough to make August want to vomit. He had been so fucking scared over that one question, he'd probably not even expected such a response.

"I'm August," they managed to say, finally finding their voice again. "I use they/them pronouns."

"Y- yes, Master, thank- thank you-"

"There's no need to thank me, love. I was trying to remove your muzzle before, could you let me do that?" They crouched down to Seven's level, reaching out a hand to him, palm up.

"It is- is too dangerous, M- Master, it will- I will bite, and- and-"

"It's alright if you want to wait. I don't mind either way, but if you'd feel safer wearing it, that's okay." August stood once more, taking a step back. "Come on, then. Let's get you out of here."

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some purely self-indulgent sketches of an au, where zzs starts going grey early because of the strain the nails put on his body, and the surgery to remove them, is so difficult it turns his hair fully white

The Punishment Series - (2/3)

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Two Sides to every story

I just wanted to write some fun, whacky dialogue between two people and. I wrote this? That's all I have to for myself say at this point lol. Torture isn't fun for anyone, let the game commence

Tagging: @lonesome--hunter @t2otime --in case you're still interested, no worries if you aren't!

Content: Torture, restraints, food deprivation/scarcity

A quick rapping of knuckles on the door raised Whumpee’s sagging head with a jerk. They lifted bleary eyes as Whumper opened the metal door and took the offered object.

“Ooh, nice. Excellent,” Whumper said, swiftly closing the door on a servant who had brought a tray with the midday meal.

Whumpee sank back against the chair and sighed as they closed their eyes, with their wrists and ankles chained down they wouldn’t be enjoying their meal anytime soon. The sounds of furious chewing had them blinking in confusion again, looking up to find Whumper stuffing their face with the meagre rations.

“Hey,” they croaked.

Whumper shrugged. “You snooze you loose.”

“I wasn’t!” They waved one hand weakly, indicating their lack of mobility. “That was mine.”

“Well you know what they say about eating and torture,” Whumper said around a mouthful. “Don’t uhh, don’t eat thirty mintues before or you’ll… drown.”

“You’re thinking of swimming.”

“Mmm, I wish.”

Whumper messily cleaned out the tray, licking the remnants from their fingers. Whumpee cocked their head and winced as sweat rolled into their eyes. They flicked it away in irritation. “Don’t they feed you, out there?”

“That’s classified.” Whumper shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, and sniffed—it would almost come over as disdainful if they didn’t look a little… guilty?

“That’s a no, then.”

“It’s none of your business. If I choose to eat your food that’s just, well, torture I guess.”

The tray clattered onto a table littered with even less inviting metallic instruments and Whumpee winced. They were so sore, bruised and cut and tired and they knew there would only be worse to come.

“Can’t we be done? For today?”

“Do I have what I want yet?” Whumper crossed their arms and leaned back.

“Well no, but you never do.”

“And therein lies the problem. Look, I don’t want to be here anymore than you do—”

Whumpee raised their eyebrows.

“No really, I promise, this isn’t fun for either of us. So if you could just, I don’t know, go ahead and give in already? That would make my day. My week, probably my month.”

Whumpee laughed and it startled both of them. When the sudden burst petered out they twisted uncomfortably in the bindings. “Why didn’t you say so? Oh I’m so sorry to inconvenience you. If I’d only known you were having a terrible time, you poor poor thing, is it weally hard to be the big meanie weenie?”

Whumper lowered their head, working their jaw. “Gagging you is so fucking tempting sometimes.”

“Go ahead, it’ll give my throat a rest from screaming,” they spat back. Irritation had grown into a spiked ugly thing. How dare Whumper sit there and say they hated being here? After all they’d done? “What do I have to look forward to if I give you what I want anyway? It’s not like I’d suddenly be treated like a prince.”

“You’d get out of this room for one thing,” Whumper shot back, looking up sharply. “A proper bed. Some medical care. A chance not to spend your entire miserable life locked away like this.”

Whumpee narrowed their eyes, several things dropping into place one by one. “So I’d just be miserable somewhere else. Turned into someone like you?”

Whumper shrugged again, lips twitching. “If you’re not going to take me seriously.”

“I’m very serious.”

“And so. Am. I. So, are you going to talk?” They picked up a scalpel and a pair of pliers and flipped both deftly into the palm of their hands. Hands that… weren’t shaking like they had been all morning. Hands that looked steadier, nourished for once, perhaps.

“I guess not,” Whumpee said, around a throat suddenly gone tight.

“Then I guess we’re not done. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Hey, I don’t have anywhere else to be,” they said, trying for nonchalance even as they leaned as far away from the instruments as they could get.

“Neither do I, and that’s your whole problem.”

It wasn’t long before their screams filled the room again, echoing off the bare stone and up through the grated window to the barren courtyard above. And all the while the scent of the food that had been so unfairly eaten grew fainter and fainter, but they noticed through the pain that Whumper’s hands were warmer than they had been in days.

It dawned on them that surviving this was really only the beginning of a life they hadn’t even scratched the surface of. It began, excruciatingly, to sink in that holding out and giving in were two sides of the very same coin—and their possible future loomed large over them. Bearing its teeth and swearing, covered in their own blood, reflecting their own fears back like a mirror and emanating the stench of failure and hot bread on its breath like a taunt of all the horrors yet to come.

I made another drawing.

Gaurdian Angel part 2

Warnings: Mentions of abuse to animals, alluding to injuries, mentions of blood, broken bones, and sad bois being sad???

Part 1

Gently pruning the multi-colored rose bushes in front of The Slice of Heaven Sanctuary was one of Patton's favorite tasks to undertake every week. Watching the blossoms grow and slowly open on the thornless bushes gave the kind-hearted man more pleasure than filling out paperwork inside ever could. It wasn't that he didn't like to help, he would keep helping until he collapsed, but filling out paperwork with long complicated language took a toll on his mental engery. So when Friday rolled around and the rose bushes around the front of the house turned Sanctuary needed a trim to stay in their perfect round shape, Patton jumped at the chance to hand trim the beautiful bushes and use the extra roses as a bouquet for the front desk.

However, fate had a different plan.

Halfway through the second bush, the screech tires against the cold pavement and a motor being pushed to go far faster than was allowed in the small residential area such as this, the cheery sounds of birds chirping were lost to Patton and caused his sky blue eyes to glance up towards the one lane road. Instead of seeing a couple of local teens screaming and racing one another down the empty street, he watched a dark black SUV with tinted windows devour the road mercilessly under its tires. He hoped the driver would slow down and realize that this wasn't a race track, only to see a small rusty white cage get thrown from the passenger window and tumble through the soft grass, leaving deep muddy gouges in the lawn behind it as the driver peeled off without looking back. The battered old cage had paint peeling off the corners and had the sides twisted and mangled by the abuse of the delivery, but the worse thing of all, was a small figure that groaned in pain laying on the side of the cage where it seemed to be trapped. Small white feathers that littered the scene of the crime, the source of the stuff feather sticking out from under the cage at an angle that was far from natural.

"Oh my gosh! Hold on little buddy!!!" Horror snapped Patton out of his shock and race over to the cage's side, leaving his clippers by the rose bush. Carefully kneeling down next to the cage his heart broke at the scene that lay before him.

Looking closer, the feathers were scattered around the tiny winged creature were actually only half white, although it looked like his wings were pure white under the mud stains. The rags he was wearing were at least a size too small, stained with dirt and... Patton shivered at the thought of what the dark small liquid stains by the kiddo's back may be. His eyes, although closed, looked sunken into his face and he looked so pale and thin, it seemed like his body was more delicate than the morning frost on the grass. His right wing was twisted at an odd angle and pinned under the cage through the bars on the side, the white feathers standing out against the bright green grass as if they were strips of paper. It was clear to see that who ever had thrown this poor kiddo, hadn't cared about him at all.

"Logan!! We have an emergency!" Patton yelled towards the open front door as he kneeled gently beside the old cage. His hands hovered over the side of the old metal trap as if it would spring to life and sink its rusty fangs into him.

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A vampire being locked in a room with their loved one. Their loved one is taken care of perfectly. They’re given food three times a day and as much water as they want. They cuddle. They kiss. The vampire tells them it’s okay and that they’ll get out and everything will be fine. The loved one nods. 

They both know it’s not true though. There’s no way out. They’ve tried every single way. They’re completely trapped and it doesn’t matter how well the human has been taken care of. 

The vampire hasn’t been given a single drop to drink. Their eyes are already turning dark. They’re looking like more and more like a monster every day as they become more desperate for blood.

Eventually, they don’t cuddle anymore. The vampire sits, hugging themselves on the other side of the room, trying not to breath in a single breath of their human’s scent. 

It doesn’t matter how hard they try. It doesn’t matter how long they make it. They both know what’s going to happen.