whumpthisway reblogged
The Lion and the Mouse
Drew something from my tiny whump/vigilante whump story
I wanted to draw this scene in a little sketch for fun. I can't remember who else really liked this story, but I know @whumpsday was.
whumpthisway reblogged
soup (Caged, Whumptober Day 4)
Whumptober comes a lil bit early today. Here it is: the aforementioned, infamous ‘soup drabble’. Be aware of a lack of editing, haha. I’m very impatient and I wanna air the other piece I wrote last night that goes with this. Enjoy some really, really angsty comfort.
CW: tiny!whumpee, tiny!caretaker kind of, mention of self-harm as a coping mechanism/out of boredom/to distract from pain, food, (nonsexual) forced nudity, torture (…Arion is forced to straddle a bar for. Awhile. Nonsexual. Just really really painful.) Implied withholding of food and starvation, neglect, caged, mention of systematic hunting of tinies for their wings.
They had to put tape over his hands, this time, to keep him from scratching himself, from making his own wrists bleed. It was the only thing Arion could do to distract himself from the pain, the only thing to keep him from going insane all alone, with nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to talk to in the cage. And now Arion can’t have even that. They’d kicked him once they saw the blood, and Andras pinned him down with his boot, while they wrapped his hands together with a square of big, dull, silver tape from Heston’s drawer.
And now he’s alone again. The others are gone. A part of him is horribly grateful that they’re out, hunting for new victims, for new arivies Heston can mutilate and sell. Part of him hopes they don’t find anyone. Part of him hopes that they do, and that one survives the saw, and that they will become Heston’s favorite toy. Arion hates that part of himself. But it’s the only morsel of hope that he can hold onto… so he does.
They hadn’t always made him stay in the cage like this. They used to just tie him, for the first few weeks after he was taken from the tree, over a year ago.
The cage was a red, decorative candleholder, originally, so right in the center was a raised circle and a sharp protruding spike to mount a candle. It was too short, too thin to tie him to without an easy escape, so right from the beginning Heston had welded a small angled, L-shaped rod over the top of the spike in the shape of a T to keep the twine from slipping off when lifted.
And then-young and naïve little Arion saw something that looked like an opportunity, and he took it. Untying the rope hadn’t been that hard. He ran. Or, tried to. He didn’t make it far. Not even out of the garage. They’d dragged him right back to the cage, slammed him against the sharp metal bars, and tied him again. Differently, that time.
“I think we need to teach little birdie here a lesson, though. I’ve got a funny idea.”
oh BIG OOF :o poor poor arion! (I love it)