#whump-in-the-closet

[brutal-nemesis]

2 and 13 for Castys 🫵🫵

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Pretty loosely. He's met a lot of people, and he really enjoys friendship (since it's pretty much the only kind of relationship he can have), so he wants as many friends as he can have. If they've shared a drink or some kind of experience together, then he considers them a friend

13. When do they fake a smile? How often?

Mainly when he's being sarcastic, which is often, but not all of the sarcastic smiles are fake, just some of them. Like if he's tied up and talking about how comfy he is, that's a fake sarcastic smile, but it's a real one if he's just joking around with a friend or something. He usually doesn't fake being happy or anything, instead just suppressing his negative emotions in a very ✨ healthy ✨ manner and focusing on whatever the hell to distract himself, so he's just generally in a good mood and doesn't have to fake smiles.

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kit + shock collar

dollie + white room torture

liam + being muzzled

Send me an OC + a whump trope or method and I’ll reply with how well they would handle it on a scale of 1 to 10.

I’m going to have 1 be handling the worst and 10 be handling the best in our scale of 1-10

Kit + Shock collar - 3/10

Jane’s definitely used a shock collar on them before, and they hated it. Usually there’s at least a build-up of annoyance before Jane decides to go full torture session, but with pain just being a button press away? Any minor infraction can mean a world of pain. And no matter how hard they try, they can never seem to go more than a couple of hours without earning a shock when the shock collar is on. They’d prefer it to sensory deprivation or the long-term drugging Jane’s been putting them through, though. And they’d choose it over subjecting Bunny to any pain, though the choice would be a bit tougher with Puppy. It would depend on what would be happening to Puppy as an alternative, there are lots of things that Puppy handles better than Kitty being shock collared.

Dollie + White room torture - 6/10

She would handle it decently well. Her daydreams would keep her entertained for quite a while. She would have more trouble adjusting back to the real world after extended white room torture than trouble in the white room itself. She would choose it over quite a few methods of torture and any pain for the others

Liam + Being muzzled - 9/10

Liam actually was muzzled briefly in part 49, Meaningless! He was mostly just upset he couldn’t keep shouting over top of Jane’s monologue.

If the muzzle was tight enough to be painful, his ability to handle it would decrease over time. For the most part, though, he’s not very sensitive to methods of dehumanization or humiliation. He would find being unable to talk annoying, but assuming he’s allowed to still write and communicate in other ways it wouldn’t be that hard to deal with. He’d prefer it to most torture methods, and would choose it over the others getting hurt even though Kitty told him to always pick them

[brutal-nemesis]

big question!! dude can we please see a scene in the AU where castys has his tongue cut off and he has to deal with that? like man, the shock and the pain and the fuckin grief? and neteri just being herself ofc

anyway the latest erebus chapter was heartbreaking you’re so good at being awful to these lads (i can’t stop reading)

Thank you I try,,,,,

Okay strap in fellas I think this is banger as hell I had a great time and let me know if you have any other requests for the AU!

Ingredients: shockingly, tongue gets cut off! some suffocation as well

Castys wasn’t great at sitting in chairs normally, something his parents had always reprimanded him for, but, hey, they’d never taken it as far as to fucking tie him to one, and Castys was grateful. This shit was uncomfortable. Like, yeah, the rough ropes around his wrists and ankles were tight and itchy, but also the position just sucked. Not that he’d rather be standing or something-

“You must be Castys!” The door had swung open, and now this little lady with a white coat on was walking up to him. 

“Yes, I’m Castys,” he said flatly as she scurried behind him before coming back without her bag. And then she just…stared at him. Castys wasn’t sure what she was looking at, since there really wasn’t much to see, just, like, him. Eventually her eyes wandered up to his, and she jumped in place a bit.

“Oh, right, I’m Neteri.” She stuck her hand out like she expected him to shake it.

“You know I’m tied up, right?”

“Ah. Yeah.” Her skin was dark enough that it wasn’t immediately obvious that she was blushing, but Castys was pretty sure she was. She ended up awkwardly grabbing his right hand and shaking it a bit. “I, um, I’ll be preparing you for this afternoon. Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous.”

“Well, you’re not tied to a chair so I think you’ll be okay.”

She laughed. “You’re right, you’re right, but I’m just…I think I’m going to do something I’m not supposed to do.”

Castys raised an eyebrow. “Let me go because I’m funny?”

Neteri rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, so clearly she did think he was funny. “No, you’re staying put, sorry bud. But I think I’m going to keep you. You’re kind of perfect.” She tried to cup his cheek in her hand, but Castys leaned away, staring at her with wide eyes.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” His mouth was really dry all of a sudden, he wasn’t perfect, he was a fuck-up, a useless heir, that had been his goal, he wasn’t good at anything he was supposed to be good at, he wasn’t well-mannered or polite, he had a huge fucking scar on his face and a lopsided smile because of it, he was filthy and vulgar and didn’t have any interest in getting married he was absolutely anything but perfect. So why the hell did she want him?

“It’s not important right now. You’ve got a big day ahead of you!” She clapped her hands, dismissing the subject entirely. He wanted to press her further, but after seeing the lovely object she pulled out of her pocket, everything else was forgotten.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Aw, what are you gonna do about it, Castys? I thought you were tied to a chair!” Great, now it was his turn to feel his face grow hot, because, yeah, what the fuck was he gonna do?

Normally, he doubted he’d immediately recognize it for what it was, but today, right now, after just being told this lady wanted to keep him, it was instantly clear. And Neteri was right, he was only able to squirm uselessly and lean away as she wrapped the collar around his neck without much trouble. His first swallow after she’d sealed it shut felt horrible, and he absolutely did not want to get used to it.

“See, it’s not so bad. It looks cute on you!” She ruffled his hair, which only made Castys more uncomfortable.

“I don’t want to be cute. I’m not a fucking dog.” He wasn’t sure whether the collar was part of Neteri’s weird desires or just to humiliate him, but either way he hated it.

“No, you’re not, but you’re also not a prince anymore, and you’re the property of the Xernan Empire, and this is a good reminder of that,” Neteri said as she walked around behind him, probably to her bag. Castys rolled his eyes. He didn’t need to be reminded that he wasn’t a prince, since it was his favorite new development in all of this. Unless…unless it wasn’t just a reminder for him, but for everyone else, too…He really, really hoped there wasn’t going to be some sort of public display, but given how Neteri’d said he had a “big day” ahead…fuck, that was probably the case, huh?

“Now, I’m going to…oh, I might get in so much trouble for this,” Neteri muttered as she stared at the floor, standing in front of him once again. She had leather gloves on, which would have been nice earlier when she was touching him, and she was holding…a pair of shears? He didn’t think she’d put on gloves if she was just going to cut his hair, and given that she thought she might get in trouble for it, it seemed like she was going to…maim him somehow. Castys curled his hands into fists as Neteri slapped her cheeks with her palms, still talking to herself. “No, I’m going to do this. I deserve it. It’s not that far off from what the emperor wants. Okay,” she held the shears up and gave Castys a concerningly bright smile. “Any last words?”

For once, Castys didn’t take the opportunity to speak.

Instead, he locked his jaw shut tight, teeth clenched so hard it hurt, lips pressed together, walls of protection around his tongue. 

That’s what she wanted, wasn’t it?

Neteri cocked her head, watching him. “Nothing to say all of a sudden? No jokes?” Her smile disappeared as her eyes narrowed. “You figured it out, didn’t you, Castys? What I’m going to do to you.”

He didn’t bother nodding.

Neteri stepped up to him, her knee on the chair in between his legs, leaning over him, her face right above his as he craned back to avoid her. “You’re going to have to get used to obeying me, Castys.” The cold metal of the shears rested on his cheek. “So open your mouth.”

If there’s one thing Castys was good at, it was disobeying orders.

After a few moments of neither of them moving, Neteri pinched Castys’s nose shut with her free hand, not saying a word. Fine, he could play that game. Hold on as the pressure in his chest built, as his head started to spin, as his vision started to darken, every fiber of his being screaming at him to just give in to the inevitable and take a breath. He could do it quick, a little gasp, fast enough that she wouldn’t be able to do anything. Okay, three, two…

The exhale was shaky, but it was fine, just a quick inhale as he snapped his mouth shut-

His teeth scraped against metal, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

Neteri stared at him with a detached coldness as she rotated the shears, forcing his jaw open wide, wide enough for her to stick her hand in and grab his tongue, pulling it out despite his attempts to pull it back, turning the shears to the side now, opening them up, the cold blades-

Snip.

Castys’s mouth was hot it was burning he was choking the smell of blood was so strong he was suffocating on it her hand was still in his mouth her fingers pressed against his wound magic piercing through his jaw he’d scream if he had the air and then that was it her hand was gone he lurched forward coughing and spitting blood and saliva all down the front of the threadbare shirt he’d been given and once he saw the discarded little piece of pink flesh on the floor he couldn’t look at anything else he couldn’t believe that was it it was gone it wasn’t in his mouth his mouth was empty there was only the blood still dripping out and when Neteri laid a hand on his back he wanted to growl at her not to touch him but he couldn’t he couldn’t say anything anymore he was quiet nothing to say no thoughts or opinions of his own just how his parents had wanted him-

“It’s alright, Castys, just breathe. It was a little more difficult than it needed to be, but you did it.” And why did it need to be at all? “Just two more things left today and then you can rest. And then hopefully…” Her hand slid up, resting on the back of his neck, on that awful collar, and Castys wanted to scream. He never, ever wanted to belong to her.

But what he wanted didn’t matter anymore.

Castys was dragged out and whipped and branded and left out on display, brought back and patched up by Neteri and given soup that he couldn’t taste, and when the door slammed shut behind her, he finally allowed himself to cry.

His back and chest hurt, of course, the wounds aggravated no matter how he moved or what position he laid in, but he could deal with it. It was nothing compared to what he’d lost, the little pocket of empty space inside his mouth.

Words were all he’d ever have to really fight back, complaining when he was forced to do things he didn’t want to, scaring off all the suitors his parents picked out, jokes keeping him calm when he was scared or upset, even when he couldn’t do anything he could still say something, make sure everyone knew how he felt, and now he was more helpless than ever before and he couldn’t say a single fucking thing. 

He didn’t even know where he was going to end up, either sold off to some asshole or left in Neteri’s clutches, and no matter what, he wasn’t going to be treated like a person. The collar made it pretty clear. He was less than human now, a pet, a lab rat, property, something that didn’t need to have thoughts or opinions anymore. 

He’d rather be a prince after all.

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[brutal-nemesis]

Erebus is my favorite for obvious reasons. He’s my favorite human-slowly-turning-into-a-demon ever

Also his gradual loss of humanity is pretty cool to read

It’s so fun isn’t it :)

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i’m rereading that last chapter and i still haven’t recovered

i hoped so badly this wasn’t going to happen and it did. good god.

your writing is amazing though (i mean you’re able to rip your readers’ hearts to shreds as if they were paper) but god you do such a good job. an evil mastermind level job. a fucking leonardo da vinci level job

Thank you so much! Yeah Liam also hoped so badly that this wasn’t going to happen

[brutal-nemesis]

Can I grab Erebus by his horns and bang his head into a concrete wall until he has a concussion and blacks out?

It’s for science I swear

Oh yeah ofc we're learning we're learning

Probably best to restrain his arms behind his back so he can't try to get away or anything <3 and I'm sure he'd scream plenty for you, but soon he'd get all dazed and dizzy and then just oops fall over unconscious.

Extra points if you chip his horn in the process cuz if you get down to where the nerves are that's an additional ouch (✿◡‿◡)

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📹 for kit?

- whump in the closet

📹 = Filmed and sent to caretaker

“Breathe, Kitty.”

Kitty is trying, but the air doesn’t want to come into their lungs, doesn’t want to be inside their body when all their body is is pain. Just one breath, please, they’ll breathe out soon and it won’t hurt anymore, it only has to be in their lungs for one breath and Kitty is stuck here so really it’s only fair…

Kitty feels a bit like they’re going insane.

“Smile for the camera. Say ‘cheese,’ Kitty.”

Kitty hates, hates, hates Jane. Through the pain, that thought is clear. They hate, hate, hate Jane.

“Come on, say hi to Bunny.”

Kitty groans. They don’t want Bunny to see. They don’t want anyone to see. They don’t want to see, they’ve been keeping their eyes closed because they know seeing their body bent at angles it’s not supposed to will just make it worse-

“Say hi to his new friends! The ones I’m going to kill because you couldn’t keep Bunny under control. They’ll see this too.”

Kitty just struggles for air. They’re worried their broken ribs punctured their lungs. Again. And it took so long to heal last time…

“Hm. Good enough.”

Jane’s not in the room anymore. Just Kitty, struggling to breathe and keeping their eyes squeezed shut so they don’t have to see everything Jane did. They hate Jane so much.

—

Hello!

You took something of mine. My lovely, stupid, pet Bunny. But I found you! You don’t know what you’ve done. You don’t know how badly this will hurt you. You don’t know how badly this will hurt your friends. Attached is a video to give you an idea.

Xoxo,

Jane

Barron had not been anticipating that email.

Maybe it should have. Its workplace isn’t magically protected, at least not in the way the cabin is. It’s not surprising that someone with malicious intentions could find its workplace, or its work email.

It’s a little unnerved, but not afraid. From what Liam’s told it, Barron knows that if Jane actually knew about the cabin she would’ve killed it already. No, it’s an empty threat.

Barron doesn’t want to watch the video, and it really likes the idea of just deleting the email, of not playing Jane’s game. But… it might be important. There might be some valuable information in that video.

The minute Barron clicks start, it regrets it. It takes a second to register the writhing, blood-covered subject of the video as human, but once it does…

Barron fasts forward through the video. It’s nothing but Liam’s friend being tortured. But maybe the audio has some information?

In the end, Barron wishes it had just immediately deleted the email like it wanted to. Curiosity got the better of it. Why would a video like that show any of Jane’s weaknesses, anyway?

It deletes the email. It’s not going to tell the others about it. It doesn’t contain any knowledge they don’t already know, and while Barron would normally consider a threat something the others should know about, the threat feels too hollow to be of any real importance.

With any luck, Barron will forget about the video soon enough anyway.

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so you said you’d write comfort if asked….some comfort for Kit and Dollie? Maybe along the lines of “You’re not alone”?

I love your writing!

- whump in the closet

Aaah thank you!!

You’re Not Alone

Puppy thinks today was a good day. Master was happy with her, and gave her permission to sleep. Today was a good day.

So why can’t she stop crying? Why can’t she seem to get the blood off of her hands?

“Hey, you’re going to rub your hands raw. Come on, you know this isn’t helping.”

Kitty turns off the faucet, and the room is too quiet. They take her hands in a towel and gently dry them, careful to avoid any skin to skin contact. So it’s one of those days…

Kitty touches the towel to her face, too, absorbing some tears that are quickly replaced by more. Then they take her arm, still through the towel, and guide her to her room.

“I wish I could say it will all be okay.” Kitty hands Puppy her bear plushie and she hugs it so tight it can barely breathe. Sorry. She holds it more gently.

“I can’t do much.” Kitty is starting to tear up. Puppy hates that, she made them sad, they could’ve been happy right now and she made them sad. “I can’t stop Jane, and I can’t even hug you sometimes. But I promise that no matter what she does, no matter what she makes you do, you’re not alone. I’ll always be here for you. Even if she kills me, I’ll stick around and stay at your side out of pure spite.”

Puppy believes them. She doesn’t believe in an afterlife or ghosts, but she believes them. She thinks they’re powerful enough to do it through sheer force of will.

Puppy tries to think of a song she can hum to convey the overwhelming love and care she feels for them, but she can’t. She desperately stares into their eyes, trying to convey the message, trying to tell them that they’re not alone either, that them being here is the best thing that ever happened to her, trying to tell them that even if she was allowed to speak she wouldn’t quite be able to put to words the love and trust and peace she’s feeling.

“I know.” Kitty says gently. “Get some sleep.”

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.(ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

- whump-in-the-closet

Popcorn, puppies, sleep, snowglobes, the color green

[another-whump-sideblog]

As much as I like all your characters, I definitely enjoy reading about Liam and Kit the most

Liam is probably the most likable character— generally very relatable

Kit because of their personality and how they interact with the others. The simmering anger contrasted with their witty dialogue is just really cool to read

Aw, thank you! I have a lot of fun writing them too, and it’s good to know that they come across the way I intend them to!

[another-whump-sideblog]

78 from the ask game?

78: Words they didn’t mean

“Why the fuck did you tell her? She never would’ve known otherwise! You got us both hurt! It was completely avoidable! You didn’t have to tell her! She didn’t know!”

Puppy doesn’t say anything. Of course she doesn’t, because she’ll always follow Jane’s rules above all else.

“Do you just not care? Do you like seeing me in pain? You’re just as bad as her!”

Puppy’s eyes widen and her breath hitches.

“I didn’t- I didn’t mean that. Just- it hurts!” Kitty grips their arm. They aren’t sure if they’re referring to the physical pain or the betrayal. They aren’t going to be able to have a productive conversation right now, so they swallow their anger and curl up in their little corner of the basement.

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i’d like to tell liam i think he’s smarter than jane

(i’m having way too much fun with this ask game sorry)

Liam looks shocked. “Really? You do?”

It takes a second to sink in, but a smile slowly grows on his face. “Yeah. Yeah! I mean, she definitely knows more things than me, and I’m not always great at figuring stuff out, but she’s overconfident and- and- just, not as smart as me. Yeah!”

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i’d like to tell jane that no matter how “fun” she thinks torturing people is, there’ll be a time, maybe in the gray hours of the morning with only the kitchen light on, when she’ll realize she’s tired of it— she’s outlasted everything apparently so she’ll outlast this. and at three am with only her void for company maybe it’ll hit her that some things do last forever

also tell her she’s a jerk

Jane laughs. “Oh no, not a jerk! You wound me. Such cruel words.”

She doesn’t comment on the first 95% of what you said

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sorry to hear you’re under the weather

i do in fact have a question for your characters: what areas of study do they excel at? like who leans more towards art or more towards history etc— if they could study whatever they’d like that is

(i have this headcanon that kit is a decent artist but is actually really good at math. annoyingly good at it)

hope this provides a distraction lol

I love that headcanon! I like the idea of them specifically being good at math in a way that means they didn’t do super well in math classes lol. They’d get accused of cheating for not showing their work and lose points for solving problems the “wrong way” or not paying attention in class. Also they just refused to do some assignments. “No, I’m not going to find the size of this angle with a compass, when would I ever have a compass and not a protractor in real life??”

They haven’t had a lot of opportunities to show off their math skills lately, but they’ll make little sudoku puzzles or math code things for the others if they get bored enough and there some blank paper.

They weren’t great at art before, but trying to maximize the entertainment value of coloring books has lead them to gaining some artistic skill.

They’re also very interested in psychology, but that interest has only popped up recently

Puppy/Dollie/Amanda is really good with learning new languages. She was a flight attendant before Jane took her, and she greatly enjoyed visiting other places and learning more about other cultures, and is especially interested by the ways languages are similar and different from each other. She speaks three languages fluently and knows enough to get by in a handful of others. Her interest in different cultures also leads her to an interest in history.

She was also a freelance writer before Jane took her, so she’s interested in creative writing as well.

Liam/Bunny used to be very interested in medical stuff when he was younger and would devour information about biology, but he doesn’t remember a lot of it now. He doesn’t really excel at any school subject, but he’s found he likes theatre and music. He’s not extraordinarily talented at anything, but he would be if he had had more time to dedicate to developing talents before everything went to shit. Honestly, one of his greatest strengths is his self-understanding and ability to put his feelings into words, making him a great protagonist.

Jane has done a lot of research into a lot of things but her favorite subjects are psychology and sociology. After those would be history and biology, and then all other topics of study.

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so out of your characters do you have one you relate to the most or is it more of *my personality has been equally divided between my characters and they are all inseparable from my identity* kinda deal? or something completely different?

I love this question!! Thank you so much for giving me an opportunity to rant about this!

I definitely relate to Liam the most. He responds to all of this in the way I think I would. He’s pathetic in a lot of the ways I am, which I say with great affection towards both myself and him. The jokes about “this is the worst pain I’ve ever felt” every single time he’s in pain is very much based on how I relate to pain. My feet hurt because I’ve been standing too long? Worst pain I’ve ever felt. Mildly hungry? Worst pain I’ve ever felt, etc etc.

But I definitely relate to the others a lot too! I don’t know how I would make characters feel alive without a piece of me. Jane has a lot of me, which is mostly because she’s a character I made when I was twelve. She was an overpowered self-insert, and though her character changed as I got older and appreciated how horrifying being stuck as a 12 year old forever would be, she’s still a self insert at her core. Of course, most of her similarities to me won’t be shown in the story, because so far the story is about her torturing a bunch of people and I don’t do that. But in a lot of her opinions and likes and dislikes she’s a lot like me.

Kit’s backstory is actually the part of them that’s most similar to me, but I won’t talk about that because spoilers.

Dollie/Puppy/Amanda is actually probably the character I relate to the least, but I also feel like I’d react to her experiences in the same way she reacts

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🖊️

liam used to be a bad liar— there would be a little half laugh in the middle of his sentence that tipped people off

That’s adorable and it’s canon now.

He didn’t lie very much, but even when he said something untrue for a joke he’d start laughing before he finished.

And maybe being bad at lying is kind of on purpose. Maybe he tries to make it obvious he’s lying every time he does because he doesn’t like the idea of tricking people.

Regardless, it’s a habit he has to get out of fast now that being believed is sometimes the only way out of being tortured. He would get in a lot of trouble if his response to questions like “who do you belong to?” included a laugh