Little habits whumpee may not realise is a result of trauma
-Always knowing where every exit is. And always being near an exit.
-Always keeping their back to the wall, never wanting to be caught in an open space.
-Obsessively locking every door, every window, even their own bedroom. They won't relax otherwise.
-Brushing off compliments.
-Being overly defensive.
-Extreme independence. Never relying on anyone, they are fully capable of doing things alone and they are determined to
-Walking quickly. Never lingering, not even for a moment.
-Standing hunched, head down, making themselves as small and inconspicuous as possible. They wear loose, basic clothing, trying to both hide themselves and not stand out
-Lapses in memory. Especially not remembering childhood memories
-Never expressing excitement or want for anything. Never hoping for anything.
-In the same vein, never admit to enjoying anything. They fear they will be mocked, or it will be taken away. Anything can be used against them in some way.
-Being excellent in a crisis, even if they panic in minor situations.
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Whumper who makes Whumpee pretend to be their deceased partner.
Whumper was once madly in love. They were a perfect, genuinely happy couple. When their Partner passed away, possibly unexpectedly, Whumper couldn't bear the grief. They couldn't face a world without their beloved.
And then they saw Whumpee. Whumpee, with so many similarities to their beloved, same hair, same eyes, similar features, similar mannerisms and personality - it's not perfect, but it's close enough. Whumper becomes obsessed, this is their chance to put their life back together, this is their chance to regain what they'd lost.
Whumper modifying whumpee's looks, cutting their hair or growing it out, dressing them in their beloveds old clothes, doing their makeup just as they liked it before. Not before their death, no, they didn't die. They're right here.
Whumpee who's afraid of freedom because they don't know what to do with it. They never thought this would happen, and now they're forced to confront the years of trauma they kept buried in captivity
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I love chains, ropes and handcuffs as much as the next guy. But there's something about a whumper who uses none of that. Maybe there's multiple whumpers, or maybe whumper is just so much stronger than whumpee. The message is the same.
That they don't even need rope or metal to keep you in line.
Being tied up makes you feel more helpless; but simply being manhandled like you're nothing is even more humiliating.
Just a little something I knocked up for Halloween, just Eldwin having a bad time as usual. And also this is what I was thinking of when I made that post about getting new ideas from little oneshots 👀
CW: Creepy / intimate whumper, implied/referenced noncon (mostly just because of who this whumper is tbh) noncon touching, dollification
The steel-boned corset dug into his skin, with no protection underneath and tied far too tightly. He could only take in small breaths, though his lungs demanded more he had to breathe slowly, evenly. It shouldn't look like he was breathing it all.
A woman's face in front of him began to blur. His eyes stung, and it took all his effort to keep them from twitching. The moment she looked away he blinked, relief instantly flooding through him partially because he still could. It would be temporary.
"Is it real?"
"They said it was living. Hey," someone snapped their fingers in front of Eldwin's face. "Give us a smile, why don't you?" They smirked, seeming to think they'd said something funny.
How original. False lashes weighed heavy on his eyes. His sewn lips were carefully painted red with a little heart shape, his makeup exaggerated to look like a glass doll. A pastel dress hugged his figure, waist cinched to the point of pain dressed up in frills and laces. His expression remained perfectly blank.
Someone roughly pulled on his hair with enough force that he thought his neck might snap. Still he managed to maintain his elegant pose. Fourth position, like a ballet dance in uncomfortable heels that pinched and left him feeling unsteady. One arm reached above his head, slightly curled, and the other hovering in front of him. They were long since numb, ready to drop at any second. He couldn't allow that though. Perhaps literally, he couldn't.
A pink jewel in a silver collar that posed as a necklace. The stories that followed it told of people turned into living dolls, their flesh hardening until it could shatter, and their joints would become immovable, trapping them in this form. Tales of a Collector who, well, collected these living dolls for her manor. That was centuries ago, and whatever curse this gemstone held had thankfully weakened over the years.
But that knowledge did little to tame the fear pulsing within him as his body stiffened, and he swore his skin hardened like porcelain. Stay calm. Breathe steady. It won't last forever.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A silky voice glided over. The people immediately released their hold on Eldwin, and took a step back.
"Lord Cazriec! This exhibition is wonderful, you've outdone yourself," a woman said eagerly, flaring her fan.
"Thank you." Vivruh Cazriec gave a polite nod, as he sidled up to Eldwin. He reached out to brush Eldwin's hair out of his face, flattening some stray strands. "I do ask that you not be so rough. It took hours to get him looking this perfect, and the night isn't over yet."
"Of course, my lord. We apologise. If I may ask, what inspired you this time? "
Inspiration. As though Cazriec was an artist, and Eldwin his masterpiece. It was unfair, truly. Cazriec hadn't even done the makeup himself. But he talked about beauty and fairy-tales, spinning a fanciful story of his own with no mention of the gemstone.
After their exchange, the guests re-joined the crowd with apparently some ideas of their own. They have no idea, Eldwin thought ruefully.
The way Eldwin froze had nothing to do with the curse as Cazriec's hand snaked around his waist, pressing himself close to Eldwin's side.
"Enjoying the party, darling?"
Eldwin glared at him, without turning his head. This is humiliating.
Cazriec chuckled. His thin fingers smoothed out the ribbons, with the lilac-grey skin of a lunar elf. Expert illusionists - and dreamwalkers. You don't know the meaning of the word, his voice pulled at the back of Eldwin's mind. Aloud, he said, "That collector had the right idea, don't you think? All those poor people, dolled up and helpless..." His hand trailed lower, and Eldwin flinched. Or a least he would have. As it was he stayed stiff and immobile, a cold seeping through his bones, short breaths wanting to be desperate as his heartrate was forced to slow. A perfect doll. Pretty and helpless.
I hate this.
"It won't be forever. Just endure it a little while longer. You can do that for me, can't you?"
It's not like I have any choice.
"That's right," Cazriec whispered, his gleeful tone betraying his gentle ruse. "People like you don't get to make choices, do they? You exist to look pretty. To make people feel good. Provide your power for the world." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on Eldwin's face. "And you do it all so well."
Eldwin didn't have an answer. He lowered his gaze, and his breathing trembled only slightly. Almost imperceptive, though Cazriec probably knew. He always knew.
Accept your fate. Eldwin closed his eyes, just for a moment. Just to pull himself together.
Play his part. Accept his fate. These phrases he told himself over and over again, a bastion against the underlying anger that threatened to upend his life. He would play his role well. He was good. He could be good.
He wondered, as he did so often, why he even bothered.
"How do you live with yourself, warlock? You've thrown away your life, your freedom, your humanity, and for what? You've turned yourself into a monster.
"Tell me, betrayer; was it worth it?"
Warlock: Oathbreaker. Deceiver. Monster. Those who bear the brand have forsaken their own world, and so too shall the world forsake them in turn.
At thirteen years old, Eldwin made a deal that would change his life forever. An outlaw from society, his only sanctuary is with the Black Syndicate, a powerful criminal organisation and bought Eldwin from slavers and trained him to be whatever they need - a tool. A weapon. An aether source. Something to use however they see fit.
Almost a decade later, this is where he remains. It's a life filled with pain and hardship; cruel punishments and the harvesting of his magic is almost too much to bear, and he doesn't recognise the person he used to be. But it's okay. It could always be worse.
After all, there is no life for a warlock.
MASTERLIST
Main story - these are ordered chapters of the main storyline. Convenient!
Chapter I: The Price He Paid - Eldwin returns from a mission in which he made his own decision. This is not allowed.
Chapter II: Lab Daze - Eldwin visits the Black Syndicate laboratory for some routine, yet unknown procedures. Also, a strange dream.
Chapter III: Harbinger - A strange monster attacks the city, oddly difficult to kill. Just a one off, or the start of something more?
Canon extras - These are bonus insights to characters and story dynamics. Relevant, but not necessary reading. Also fun whump!
A Soul Condemned, a Fate Be Changed - When Eldwin made a pact with Vor'gol
Oh Sure, Take My Aether, I Didn't Need It Anyway - The first Aether extraction process.
Shattered Soul - A look through Eldwin's self-destructive habits, and when he pushes away the one person he has left.
More extras - These may or may not be canon. Mostly extra whump, fun with some character insights but you won't miss anything story-wise.
Who Needs A Muzzle When You Have Barbed Wire - Eldwin learns the value of silence.
Blindfolded - Blindfolded and left to fend for himself. Aka Clyde is a dick, what's new?
Echoes Of The Past: A Study In Jowan - Jowan is captured by a rival team and suffers for it. Oh, and represses everything.
The Black Syndicate Survival Guide - Eldwin's notes on the (un)official rules of the Black Syndicate
Comfort Ask Game Masterlist
Hurt Ask Game Masterlist
Perfect Doll - A curse to trap on in their own body, conscious and unable to move. Plus, the debut of a new whumper.
Remember That You Can't Save Everyone - a bittersweet look at Eldwin and Ancassius as children
BONUS CONTENT
Here's the cast list with picrews and bios
Check out all the wonderful art people made!
Height Comparisons | Magic System | Whumper review | What does the pact mark look like?| Character Whump Interview | Eldwin as a roommate | Forsaken Lore Guide | Whump interview 2
All Forsaken Asks
Some select asks:
Does Eldwin have a favourite lie he likes to hear? +
Describe Jowan in an unkind way, then describe him in a loving way +
If Eldwin could speak to his childhood self, what would he say? +
