Rojan can be a little creepy sometimes. He kind of gives me like intimate creepy whumper vibes, but he doesn’t do anything sexual. He just gets in your personal space and loves pet names too. He thinks it’s funny to make people uncomfortable sometimes. [Specifically Vampires]

He loves reminding Cordova how much smaller he is compared to him. So you’ll find him towering over him on purpose just for the hell of it. It’s also convenient for him to carry Lilith around without any effort. He’s a pretty good cuddle partner too ;)

Some of the scars you can see in this shot are all basically from the vampires he’s hunted and caught. Although, some of the ones on his hands are from him being stupid as a kid and playing with butterfly knives. He loves a good knife.

Side note: My art style changing every other week should be a sin. [Pinterest Reference. I think it’s by Maho]

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I think he needs stitches

Buen viaje

So like... a living weapon on trial. The weapon is no where near healed not at all, hasn't done anything for their self since they were rescued. And weapon facing trial for the acts they committed. The most crucial piece of evidence of why weapon shouldn't be punished are the tapes of their training. When the tapes are being shown, weapon shocks everyone and begins crying.

OR

weapon has barely asked for anything, only things they really need. So when they are on trial, they ask to not be in the room when the tapes are played. When weapon comes back in, their stomach curls at the pitying faces surrounding them. Some people are even crying.

A post apocalypse world where humans are scarce. A lot of them actually survived the end of the world but… not enough. Not enough to sustain their own populations and the vampires who rely on them for blood. It’s easy to guess which species started to die out quick and with the humans diminishing population… the vampires started to die with them.

Not literally. They were already dead of course but with nothing to eat, not being able to survive on animal blood alone, they started to turn into the blood thirsty monsters everyone always thought they were and the few remaining humans? They lived in fear, terrified of when they’d encounter a vampire and have their throat ripped from their neck in the demon’s haste to eat.

Of course, this led to some unlikely partnerships. 

Whumpee was caught by a vampire and the moment they felt those cold claw like fingers digging into their arm, they knew they were done for. The vampire’s teeth slashed into their neck. They felt their blood fleeing from them and when everything finally got hazy and dark, someone else arrived. 

Whumpee heard the fight but they didn’t have any clue if the vampire that picked them up after was the one that had attacked them or not, until they realized there was no reason for their attacker to be cradling them so gently. 

Whumpee woke up later freezing, covered in their own blood but surrounded by blankets, shirts, seemly anything soft and warm that could be found. They didn’t even notice that they weren’t alone until they struggled to sit and saw it sitting in the corner.

A vampire. A starving vampire, with eyes so dark they were almost black, fangs popping out of their mouth, veins so dark and depraved that they would almost look like tattoos if it weren’t for the fact that they were everywhere and that whumpee knew better.

Whumpee knew that they were about to die. Their mind was screaming that it was true but then, why bring them here? Why the blanket? Why not feed right where they’d been fought over?

It was when the vampire explained that whumpee finally understood the situation they were in. They were in a building full of vampires, starving vampires, and they were being offered protection and safety and whatever else they could be offered, if they’d stay and let the vampires feed on them.

They weren’t enough. There were too many vampires and only one of them. The chances of a vampire losing control and killing them were so high but what was the alternative? Leave and wait to be killed that way?

Of course, whumpee said yes. They didn’t really have another choice and when they asked how this would work, how they were expected to feed so many vampires when they couldn’t, they weren’t really given an answer.

There wasn’t one but the alternative was starving and death, respectively. Neither of them really had a choice but to make it work.

Different walking speeds

(Also for anyone interested in this character I will start tagging posts about the book I’m writing with its title:

Daemonic Possessions and Other Oddities

[hehe you see it’s funny because possession can mean two different things ok I’ll see myself out])

I’ve already been tagging the name for the whole series (VxLI) but ye

:)

Whumpee had permanent memory loss. There was no way of getting their old life back. But luckily, they had Caretaker with them every step of the way.

They had Caretaker to tell them what to do, how to act, and how to be. They had Caretaker to correct them when they made a choice they otherwise wouldn't have made back then. And they had Caretaker to patch up all the consequences of their frequent failures.

So... who was this other person, getting so upset at how Caretaker treated them? Why were they yelling? And why did they promise to take Whumpee away?

living weapon whumpee who's never known anything but pain and violence.

their existence hurts. they were made to be effective, not happy, and their masters decided that keeping them in constant pain provided better results. they're wilder, more unpredictable, and the pain keeps them from thinking straight enough to question anything.

they're only given painkillers, only allowed a respite from their seemingly endless suffering, after a successful mission. it keeps them loyal, and most importantly, teaches their brain to associate acts of violence with relief and rewards.

everyone they've ever met has treated them as a tool, a monster, or both. they don't know how to be anything else.

that is until they're rampaging through a village, destroying, killing, whatever their masters demand of them. whatever will give them a few blissful hours of numbness.

one of the villagers steps out of a ruined building and looks them straight in the eyes. whumpee expects fear, hatred, disgust, the things they see in the faces of every person who's ever crossed their path. but they see something completely different.

compassion.

whumpee is so stunned, they don't think to move or do anything at all as the villager steps closer, gently reaching out a hand to cup whumpee's face.

"oh, poor thing." they murmur, taking in the creature in front of them - part human, part animal, part machine. "they've done a number on you, huh?"

whumpee blinks at them. pain continues to course through their body, but the gentle hand on their cheek distracts them, even if just a little. all the indistinct noise in their foggy, addled mind finally goes quiet.

caretaker had stepped out in front of the being destroying their home with the intention to get through to it or die trying, and the expectation to absolutely die trying.

they did not at all expect the seemingly feral mishmash of metal, fur, and flesh to lean so heavily into their touch that they nearly collapsed into caretaker's arms.

The whumpee had long since allowed anger and resentment to consume them- they lashed out at anyone that got too close, isolated themselves from anyone who might want to help them. The whumper had been their best friend, someone who the whumpee had trusted with their life, and the whumper had stabbed them in the back without a second thought. The whumpee was just terrified of trusting again.

i love characters angstily refusing to look at someone

when they’re ashamed or guilty or scared and they want to keep the peace for just a little longer. they know it’s going to go downhill soon so they’re holding onto the last little shred of calmness they have even if it’s fake

and then the character they’re worried about being mad gently grips their chin and says in a quiet voice “hey, can you look at me?” AAAAA then they hesitate. there’s no way that character isn’t mad at them, this is too good to be true. it just makes them refuse to look up more because they want this dream to last forever and ever

but after a few moments of holding back, they slowly look up, tears in their eyes, to see that the character truly isn’t upset with them. if anything, the character visibly relaxes when they finally make eye contact, confirming to the character that, maybe they’re not okay right now, but they will be eventually

bonus points if they’re injured somehow, esp on their face, and the person that’s holding them drags a finger near the wound in concern, examining it and making sure it’s not worse than it looks 😍😍😍

Days 10-17 of Whumptober! 

Day 10: Unconscious - one of me fav moments of preskip :3c

Day 11: Stitches - TW EYE HORROR/SLIGHT GORE Dimitri’s needle-bending comes in handy…

Day 12: “Don’t Move” - follow up to this sequence of doodles

Day 13: Adrenaline - dimi using one last move to end the battle at the cost of his life u_u;;;

Day 14: Tear-Stained - Glenn being a weak goober to Felix’s tears

Day 15: Scars - me bein mad u only find out about Dimi’s wound if u marry him as fbyleth >:/

Day 16: Pinned Down: interpretation of felix’s postskip hairstyle being a result of forfeiting his long locks to escape imperial forces 

Day 17: “Stay With Me”: follow up to Day 9 of Whumptober :,D

the caregiver’s birthday is coming up. they’re hesitantly excited - this is a light happy day that won’t put pressure on the whumpee, who only recently got saved from captivity and needs to relax.

the day comes, and the whumpee presents their caregiver with a carefully but poorly wrapped present. their hands are shaking, but they seem earnestly eager for it to be opened.

the caregiver opens it and pulls it out, their throat seizing up and heart stopping cold. it’s a [insert main torture implement that was used on the whumpee]. the whumpee is trembling in anticipation of being punished, certain that they’ve done the right thing - surely they haven’t been hurt here because their caregiver doesn’t have the proper tools, right? now they can get started.

The team intentionally getting captured by Whumper as part of the plan. As far as they know none of them have ever been captured before.

But one of the teammates just seems a little more on edge than everyone else, constantly glancing over their shoulder and grilling the team to make sure everyone knows their role down to the tiniest detail. They also know things that make the rest of the team wonder where they learned them - Whumper's habits and schedule, the layout of the base, where the security cameras are located, the names of guards etc

Then something goes horribly wrong. The team gets captured for real and that one teammates' demeanor completely shifts. They go stone cold and start giving orders. Not to escape though.

They say things like, "get on your knees any time you hear Whumper's footsteps. Don't touch the food. Think of something happy and lose yourself in it. A "shower" is not what you think it is, don't ask for one.

"I know it's humiliating but you can do it now or you can wait until you are desperate and you will get desperate. You're not special."

The team slowly realizes their teammate - Whumpee - has been through this before. They exchange horrified glances but they comply. Whumpee needs to feel in control right now and they know better than to ask.

At least not until they are safe.