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content: religious whump, captivity, whipping

"Praying again? Come on. If your God were real, He would’ve stopped me by now."

Whumpee didn't leave position, prostrated on the floor, hands clasped and muttering prayers to the One they knew heard them. Whumper went on, undeterred by the lack of reaction.

"I'm just saying. If I were a god with a devoted follower, I wouldn't let them get caught and sold and tortured for some other mortal's amusement. If I actually cared about them at all.

"Maybe your God isn't as powerful as you think. Maybe He can't protect you. Or maybe He decided your being here suits Him just fine. Maybe He is watching, and He likes what He sees.

"Just something to think about before you go wasting your time on your knees again."

Years passed.

Whumpee had been rescued.

They sat down in the plastic chair in front of the glass window, and took the phone off the hanger on the wall.

"Hi, Whumper."

Thank you so much, that's so sweet. <333

FIVE FUN FACTS about this AU:

They don't meet Astarion on the beach. They catch him further up the road, having already set out. He's in rough shape because he wasn't able to resist long enough to hold out and threaten someone at knifepoint for information, but instead he's been traipsing through goblin-infested wilderness, poorly armed and ill-equipped to deal with anything not a city.

They've got to tie him up when he goes into reverie because otherwise he'll get up and essentially sleepwalk vaguely in the direction of Baldur's Gate. He hhhates it. The first time they realized this happened, he got badly hurt wandering blind into a chasm in the middle of the night.

He can't go hunting on his own. He tried, but twice he failed his concentration check mid-hunt and just went MIA for some days until they managed to track him down. Now Wyll or Lae'zel hunt for him. He says he hates this, too, and grouses about it loudly to anyone who will listen, but he's secretly really, really touched. It's a novelty that a) anyone gives a damn whether he's fed and b) anyone can be bothered to take care of him.

The closer they get to Baldur's Gate, the stronger the compulsion becomes. By the time they get to the Shadowlands, he's got to be tied wrist-to-wrist to someone so that he doesn't wander out of the circle of torch light and directly into the shadow curse.

What kind of stuff do you keep in your pockets? Like, in the pants or jacket you have with the most storage space out of all your clothes? And what pockets do you keep specific things in?

As of right now I have my gigantic overalls on and:

In my left pocket, I have a nickel, a quarter, a piece of tumbled rose quartz, and a pair of folding scissors (so I can stab creeps if they try anything). My right pocket is empty because that’s where I carry my phone and earbuds when I’m not wearing my purse. When I’m animating I clip my stylus to the bib, in one of the little “divider” pockets.

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I wear dresses a lot (like a lot) so I'm gonna go with what I keep in my satchel?

Always at least three notebooks/pads. One is my whump one, one is for general notes, one is for quotes and ideas and reminders. I keep a lot of pens. At least one knife. Usually a pair of socks in case I need to kick off the heels, throw on boots and run off into the wilderness after cows or horses or some shit. Ummmmm.....usually a spoon and nutella? (meds make me not hungry so thats where a lot of my filler calories come from). Ummmmm...............HARSTICKS. So fucking many hair sticks. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand usually a rubiks cube or crochet project or something to fiddle with.

I also wear a lot of dresses (because I work in an office) so I’ll pick instead what I have in my bag that I take back and forth!

My drabble notebook that I scribble all my story idea/beats in so I don’t forget if I can’t immediately sit down and write. Probably like 15 mechanical pencils because I always throw one in and forget I have it in there so I bring an extra and forget THAT one is already in there so I bring an extra…My wallet. My keys. Three knives (one is an emergency one that can break car windows and cut seatbelts, one is a regular pocket knife, one is a multi tool). My umbrella. Hair ties and chapstick. Earrings I keep forgetting to put back in my jewelry box. A water bottle. A pack of peach gummies to snack on today at work. Some panty liners and pads. A roll of packing tape because I asked my mom to borrow it so I can start boxing things up for my move. Tupperware that my dad returned to me when I gave him some cookies yesterday. Aaaaand a reusable grocery bag that I need to put back in my trunk (:

My northerner girlfriend:

Okay let me think. Sorry for the late response as well, I was super busy for the past week or so.

Is the persuasion connected to any physical traits? For example, if it had to look you in the eye to do it, I'd gouge its eyes out.

If not, I don't even know how you'd get your hands on one. I feel like you'd need to just leave it in the sun for a while so it gets nice and crispy, and can't focus on persuading you.

Now, after that part (whatever way it is and whatever way it goes), of course establish hierarchy. Strict routine. When it starts to heal, maybe throw it back out in the sun. Whenever it's inside, make it known that this is obedience training so it won't ever try to turn on you - its new master.

It helps if you have a trusted friend to help you. If you don't, you can always bluff and say you have several people outside the door, waiting to punish it if it tries to use persuasion. After so much time in the sun, it wouldn't risk a punishment I don't think.

Take it slow. Really work on those first steps to break its mind. Nothing else but I'm your master, you're nothing but property, if you go against me that's the worst offence you can ever cause.

Then slowly let up, taper it off. It should be broken enough so as not to attack or try to persuade you.