The breaking glass was the first thing Yves heard, followed by a scream.
“Yves!!”
The vampire dropped the dustpan and brush he’d been using and ran, taking the stairs two at a time and bursting into the Mistress’ room.
“Yves- Help!!” Miss Edith was standing in her nightdress beside her bed, grey hair sliding out of its neat bun, swinging a broken table lamp like a bat, inexpertly but with the energy of terror. Her crossbow was over the mantle, and she couldn’t get to it.
It was the other figure in the room, between Edith Nightley and her crossbow, who had Yves’ full attention- a barefoot man in raggedy clothes, with a bloodstained shirt and fingernails like claws. A feral vampire.
The worst part about a hike, uphill, in the snow, while injured, in the dark, was that Saith was doing it with the howls of wolves echoing around him in the foothills. If he could just get further into these hills, where the feet of the mountains really began, he might be able to find some kind of cave or shelter where they couldn’t get to him. And maybe even a place to rest for the night.
Gods, he wanted to rest. Well, to be precise, he wanted to fall down and pass out. But he couldn’t do that yet, not even when every step for the last few miles had been agony on his scarred right knee.
CW: emotional whump, mention of death, last letter to a loved one, immortal whumpee, mortal whumpee
Last Letter
My dearest Ravana,
This is going to be the last letter you’ll receive from me, my love. To be completely honest, I have dreaded this day’s arrival since we first spoke it into existence all those millennia ago. Knowing that these past few centuries have been our last as a inseparable bonded pair breaks my heart. Coming to terms that the next eternity will have us forever apart, shatters me. If I could make a wish, it’d be that you stay by my side through our life.
I hate to even acknowledge the reality of watching you change and wither. Your frailty is hard to grasp after knowing you for as long as I have. However, I promised you all those years ago that I wouldn’t let you go in pain or discomfort.i fully intend to keep that promise of a painless end. Since my goal as your bond is to give you the best.
I’ll hold you close in those last moments, to keep you company and remind you of my unending devotion and love. I’ll keep my promise, by continuing to live on in your absence and to remember you as my beloved mate and forever bond.
To you ahuva, I gift you my love on your final journey.
~Forever yours,
Zurii
Here’s Ravana reading the letter.
Quick TW: becoming weak, unable to do things that used to be easy.
CW: emotional whump, mention of death, last letter to a loved one, immortal whumpee, mortal whumpee
Last Letter
My dearest Ravana,
This is going to be the last letter you’ll receive from me, my love. To be completely honest, I have dreaded this day’s arrival since we first spoke it into existence all those millennia ago. Knowing that these past few centuries have been our last as a inseparable bonded pair breaks my heart. Coming to terms that the next eternity will have us forever apart, shatters me. If I could make a wish, it’d be that you stay by my side through our life.
I hate to even acknowledge the reality of watching you change and wither. Your frailty is hard to grasp after knowing you for as long as I have. However, I promised you all those years ago that I wouldn’t let you go in pain or discomfort.i fully intend to keep that promise of a painless end. Since my goal as your bond is to give you the best.
I’ll hold you close in those last moments, to keep you company and remind you of my unending devotion and love. I’ll keep my promise, by continuing to live on in your absence and to remember you as my beloved mate and forever bond.
To you ahuva, I gift you my love on your final journey.
Tears pricked their eyes, glaring at Henry as he entered the old house. They didn’t want to see him, he’d hurt them more than they would show, small things had built up and torn at their heart. Little moments like him being late, promising to see them one day and instead appearing the next, small moments of heartbreak were unfortunately becoming too regular for their liking.
“Tom…. please, you’re my best friend. I didn’t mean to be late again.”
There it was, an empty apology that’d only be repeated once again. A scowl tugged at their lips, they didn’t want his stupid apologies.
“You promised. You… you said you missed me, then you weren’t even here. Why should I believe that the next visit will be any different?” Tom snapped as hot tears began to roll down their cheeks and drip from their chin.
“Because I’m your friend, you’re supposed to trust me.”
“Even after you’ve broken my heart? After you were late time and time again?? Why on earth would I ever trust you?” More heartbroken tears poured down their face.
“Am i… am I not enough? Am I that meaningless to you…that it’s just okay that you constantly hurt me?… it hurts Henry…. my chest aches and weeps and you barely notice….”
Their voice cracks and breaks with nearly every word as they weep. With a small shake of their head they frown and walk away, back to their room to hide from the pain Henry caused them… or maybe they caused it themself. Whatever it was, it was awful.
Continuing with my current muse for both writing and art, @whumpshaped ‘s Mitten. This is part 2 of the Let’s Go Fishing, where the whumper using Mitten as bait for fishing. Illustration will be at the end of the prose.
rescued whumpees being given a journal to write out their thoughts and feelings. whumpees in captivity finding an old, empty book to write in and document what’s been happening to them as a way to keep their sanity. caretaker discovering an old journal / diary of whumpee’s. whumpee reading through an old journal / diary they kept while in captivity, years down the line, reflecting on that time in their life that seems so distant yet so close all at once.
a newly captured whumpee finding a journal hidden in the room/cell/etc they’re being held in. maybe it contains diary entries detailing the things whumper did to the writer. maybe it contains tips & instructions for survival. whumpee left to wonder if the writer escaped or… didn’t.
This ain’t your average Castys torture It’s set in a collab between me and @galaxywhump where Castys is stuck on SV-240 in the care of Motherfucking Daniel Rooney along with Wren (if you aren’t familiar with her series this is your sign to go read it pls thx (or at least read the synopsis so this makes a lil more sense ehe)) So uh yeah Daniel and Wren and the whole universe belong to Marti Castys just got reverse-isekai’d into it alrighty baby-
Ingredients: buried alive, immortal whumpee, suffocation, some head trauma and cracked ribs, starvation mention, muzzle, there is some dirt in the ol’ eyeballs, claustrophobia vibes (like Castys does not have claustrophobia but he is def in that kinda situation ya dig (omg im so funny)), worm on boy shenanigans but with extra spice
Castys wished he could at least find a comfortable position, but that was pretty hard with his wrists tied tightly behind his back, and the muzzle strapped to his face wasn’t helping matters either. Because god forbid he talk to himself while he was trapped in a fucking closet. And the worst part was, this wasn’t even the big boy punishment! Daniel, Danibus, Danimal, the dumb stupid Dan Man, had literally just tossed him in here with the verbose command to “wait” and left him to stew like a pot of soup. Castys wasn’t really stewing, though he was kind of hungry, now that he thought about it, because “unkillable vermin” don’t need to eat much, apparently. He was learning so many cool new things about his biology while he was stuck in this other world!
When the door opened, he was relieved for a second, because his boredom was over, but then he saw Daniel and remembered everything about Daniel and what Daniel thought was fun, and he wished he could ask him to just shut that door again, oh please mister sir Daniel sir I’ll be the goodest best boy for you if you’d just shut that so I don’t have to see your face for another half hour. Alas, he could not speak, so all he could do was stumble along as Daniel yanked him to his feet by the ring of his collar and pulled him out into the backyard. Wren was there, refusing to look him in the eye, covered in dirt and…and holding a shovel. There was a large pile of dirt next to him, too, and that meant…oh.
Take your immortal whumpee and stab them. Leave the knife there, imbedded in their flesh for days at a time while they try to heal around the metal, until it’s become a part of them.
Then, rip it out when it’s been there long enough to hurt more than just being stabbed. Let them sit there, trying to heal again, around what’s already been done incorrectly.
Write something inspired by this line of dialogue:
“You think stabbing me in the chest will kill me? That’s too bad.”
A’s features were frozen in a pained gasp. The color drained from their face while a red stain bloomed across their shirt around the hilt of the blade that was planted firmly in their chest. They staggered back though the shock didn’t last. “That it?” A said, spitting blood on the ground. “You think stabbing me in the chest will kill me?” It was B’s turn to freeze. A laughed and slowly removed the blade. Almost immediately, the skin mended itself until only a thin sliver of a scar remained. “That’s too bad. I can’t die, B! I can’t-” their laughter crescendoed to something almost hysterical before breaking. A looked down, visually tracing the scar, shaking slightly when they reached to touch it before lowering their hand instead. A tossed the blade to B’s feet “Get more creative next time.” they said gruffly and walked away.
This ain’t your average Castys torture It’s set in a collab between me and @galaxywhump where Castys is stuck on SV-240 in the care of Motherfucking Daniel Rooney along with Wren (if you aren’t familiar with her series this is your sign to go read it pls thx (or at least read the synopsis so this makes a lil more sense ehe)) So uh yeah Daniel and Wren and the whole universe belong to Marti Castys just got reverse-isekai’d into it alrighty baby-
Ingredients: buried alive, immortal whumpee, suffocation, some head trauma and cracked ribs, starvation mention, muzzle, there is some dirt in the ol’ eyeballs, claustrophobia vibes (like Castys does not have claustrophobia but he is def in that kinda situation ya dig (omg im so funny)), worm on boy shenanigans but with extra spice
Castys wished he could at least find a comfortable position, but that was pretty hard with his wrists tied tightly behind his back, and the muzzle strapped to his face wasn’t helping matters either. Because god forbid he talk to himself while he was trapped in a fucking closet. And the worst part was, this wasn’t even the big boy punishment! Daniel, Danibus, Danimal, the dumb stupid Dan Man, had literally just tossed him in here with the verbose command to “wait” and left him to stew like a pot of soup. Castys wasn’t really stewing, though he was kind of hungry, now that he thought about it, because “unkillable vermin” don’t need to eat much, apparently. He was learning so many cool new things about his biology while he was stuck in this other world!
When the door opened, he was relieved for a second, because his boredom was over, but then he saw Daniel and remembered everything about Daniel and what Daniel thought was fun, and he wished he could ask him to just shut that door again, oh please mister sir Daniel sir I’ll be the goodest best boy for you if you’d just shut that so I don’t have to see your face for another half hour. Alas, he could not speak, so all he could do was stumble along as Daniel yanked him to his feet by the ring of his collar and pulled him out into the backyard. Wren was there, refusing to look him in the eye, covered in dirt and…and holding a shovel. There was a large pile of dirt next to him, too, and that meant…oh.
