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darkthingshappen · 2 years

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Whumper's Soiree inspired crackfic

Okay, so based off of @Sparrowsage's ask yesterday about who would win between my whumper, Alexsei Volkov, and @whumpcereal's whumper, Ivan Peters, we were inspired to write this absolutely ridiculous AU to our Whumper's Soiree fic The Road to Hell. To be clear, if we continue that story as some of you have asked, this is absolutely not canon and not how these two actually behave.

This was super fun to write and I hope you all enjoy this AU story pitting our two whumpers against each other.

Road to Hell AU

“I said, it’s my turn to try something new! You’ve been doing your stupid, boring Pavlovian garbage with him for days now!” growled Volkov, staring daggers at Ivan Peters.

Peters rolled his eyes. “It’s operant conditioning, you dumb Russian oaf. That’s Skinnerian. And it certainly takes more intelligence and precision than slicing people to smithereens.”

Jesse cowered against the wall, where he knelt chained with his arms pulled up behind him. This was an argument that had been ongoing for over a week now; the two devils were finally starting to wear on each other. Jesse didn’t really mind. After all, if they were occupied with each other, he was at least out of their crosshairs. He would have preferred it if he wasn’t stuck in a stress position while they sniped at one another, but he’d take what he could get.

“You’ve had that fucking muzzle on him, and I wanna use him!”

Jesse was so fucking tired of being used.

“He has another hole, for God’s sake.”

Also, being referred to as a series of holes. That was getting old.

“But he doesn’t have another tongue.” A solid point, Jesse supposed. Volkov went on, “Plus I have to work that other hole if I don’t want to tear him to–what was it?--smithereens.”

Peters sighed impatiently. “Violence isn’t a necessity, Alexsei. My work is more sophisticated than that! I thought you appreciated it.”

“I did, but now I want to play with our toy.”

Jesse couldn’t help it: he whimpered. It was pretty much the only form of protest he had access to, what with the muzzle and the chains.

Peters moved near to him and gently carded his fingers through Jesse’s hair. “And I’m telling you: it will be better if you can wait. He hasn’t learned everything we need him to yet. It’s better when they submit, don’t you think?”

“Oh, he’ll submit alright! Now, get out of the way. It’s my turn!”

Volkov lunged forward, but Ivan stopped him with a firm hand. Jesse almost sagged in relief.

“You’ll only delay his progress,” Ivan warned. “I thought you wanted a perfect little toy.”

Quite frankly, Jesse wouldn’t mind that route. All of this would be more bearable if he didn’t know what the hell was going on. Unfortunately for Jesse, Peters didn’t seem to be quite as good at his work as he thought. Jesse still knew who he was, and he knew that he didn’t want this.

Not that it mattered. Jesse wasn’t stupid enough to think that what he wanted mattered at all, particularly to the seething Russian in front of him.

“This is not what we agreed to,” Volkov growled. “I love watching you work, but this is not what I imagined. We took him so we could fuck him. Why has that changed? You’ll have time to put him through your precious protocols later. Right now, I wanna fuck.”

Jesse squeezed his eyes shut.

“Of course you do.” Jesse could tell that Peters thought he was eminently reasonable. “But I prefer to fuck something I made.”

“If we’re talking about other holes, I could always fuck you. It’s what usually happens to people who get in my way.”

Well, that was certainly an alternative. Ivan’s hand stilled in Jesse’s hair, and Jesse opened his eyes specifically so he could look up to see the good doctor’s reaction.

“My dear Alexsei,” Ivan snarled. “This is just what I mean. You’re a man of the world. Can’t you delay gratification?”

“I have been delayed for days. This is ridiculous. No wonder WRU demands faster results. I’ve turned defiant slaves into obedient little fucktoys in the amount of time you’ve been keeping him chained and muzzled!” Volkov roared.

Jesse had to admit, he didn’t mind being chained and muzzled so much if it kept them from using his mouth. He’d had quite enough of that already. Not that anyone was asking what he thought.

“But doesn’t he look good this way?” Ivan slipped his hand beneath Jesse’s chin and tilted his head up to meet Volkov’s gaze. “I thought you liked your toys restrained.”

“Pah! No one said he wasn’t pretty” –Jesse swallowed the urge to thank him– “but he’d look prettier with those lovely lips around my cock.”

“Well, certainly. Or mine. But if you could just wait a little bit longer. Maybe a little wine, to help you relax.”

Ivan let Jesse go and gestured to the counter, where somehow, he’d already had the time to decant two glasses of dark red wine. Volkov’s lip curled in a sneer.

“You and your wine. It’s such a lightweight drink. Not like whiskey or vodka. Those are drinks for real men.”

“Sure. Because whiskey and vodka leave a man unable to perform. Wine, on the other hand–it gets the blood pumping.”

“I’ll get your blood pumping, you useless academic!”

And with that, Volkov let his meaty fist fly, catching Ivan right on the side of his head.

Ivan crumpled to the floor, right next to Jesse, who squeaked a little behind his muzzle. But Volkov wasn’t nearly finished. Alexsei grabbed Ivan by his hair and yanked him back up. He used his boxer build to pummel blow after blow into Ivan’s ribs, his face, his chest, every place he could reach. Blood sprouted from his nose and mouth. Ivan could only offer minimal resistance after the first blow to his head. It was something Alexsei had learned early: why fight a fair fight, when you could deal the first devastating blow and control the whole bloody business?

Once Volkov was satisfied that Ivan was sufficiently limp and not going to be able to get in his way, he let Peters’ body drop. He stepped back and picked up one of the glasses of wine that the stupid academic had poured.

“To your good health, Ivan. Thanks for the wine.” And he downed the entire glass in one go. He could hold his liquor. This wasn’t even real liquor. Though, he had to admit, if Ivan had selected it, it was probably really fucking expensive.

He tossed the glass to the floor and laughed abrasively as it shattered. He stepped towards Jesse and his vision shifted. He shook his head. He took another step and swayed slightly. By the third step, his legs gave out from underneath him and he tumbled forward. He groaned where he lay sprawled over the bloody Ivan Peters, and then his vision went black.

Jesse blinked. Both his captors were passed out within arm’s reach–which would be a lot more convenient if he could use his fucking arms. And it would be better if their blood wasn’t pooling at his knees. But still. It was the luckiest break he’d gotten since they took him from that stupid party.

You know, except for the fact that he was chained in a basement, and no one else knew where he was. Other than that, it was pretty lucky.

The door to the basement burst open, and a man Jesse had never seen before walked through it. He surveyed the scene with clinical coolness.

“Fucking idiots, the both of them,” the man said in his slight Russian accent. He walked towards Jesse, who shrank backward against the wall; the last few weeks hadn’t exactly engendered a lot of comfort with giant men from Russia.

The man smiled at him. “I’m Andrei. Come on, kid. Let’s get you out of here and back home.”

Andrei paused to kick Volkov in the ribs before stepping on his spine as he walked over him to start unbuckling Jesse’s muzzle.

“‘M sowwy,” Jesse slurred, spitting away his bit. “But who–who th’fack are you?”

“I’m supposed to be this one’s,” here, he kicked Volkov again, “medic. But he’s a terrible human being. And the benefits are shit. Whatever the hell the scientist put in the wine, I hope it kills him slowly and painfully after all he’s put me through.”

“M-me too.”

Andrei laughed. “Yeah, I’ll bet. Give me a second, and I’ll get you out of these chains.”

Andrei stooped down and tore open Volkov’s shirt. Jesse was mildly concerned about what was going to happen next. But Andrei then yanked the chain that was around Volkov’s neck. He held up the key, showing Jesse and then moved to undo the padlocks and take off the chains that had been on his wrists and ankles since he’d been taken out of the damn box all those weeks ago.

Andrei helped ease Jesse out of the stress position and rubbed his arms. “Easy. I know it hurts. But you’ll be okay in a bit.”

Jesse thought that might be an overstatement, but he’d take it.

“Do you need to lie down, or would you prefer to get out of here? I honestly don’t know if they’re going to die or not.”

Jesse didn’t need to think twice. “Get me the fuck out of here.” That seemed abrupt. He shifted his jaw and added, “Please.”

“Absolutely. What’s your name anyway?” Andrei helped him stand up and shaky legs and pulled his arm over Jesse’s shoulder to take on most of his weight as he helped him towards the door.

“Um, Jesse. Um, sir? Andrei?”

“Yeah, kid?”

Jesse looked down at himself. “D’you think I could, uh, get some clothes before we go?”

“Oh. Whoops. Yeah, sure. I’m used to nudity. I mean, I’m a doctor. Let’s get through this door, lock it and then we’ll raid the upstairs rooms and see what we can find.”

And that’s just what they did. Andrei walked them both through the heavy basement door, set Jesse down on the stairs and then locked the door behind him. He got Jesse upstairs and set him down on the couch, draping a blanket over him.

“I’ll be right back, kid. Jesse.”

And then he disappeared up the stairs, presumably to scavenge some clothes for Jesse.

This was the weirdest fucking day of Jesse’s life.

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whumperofworlds · 2 months

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Whump Dialogue

"I always wanted revenge against them. So... why do I feel guilty...?"

#had an epiphany #regarding vengeance vs. justice #so. here you go!#whump #whump prompt #whump dialogue #guilt #whumpee turned whumper #kinda?#revenge whump

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chaotic-orphan · 2 months

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Hi, are you still continuing vendetta? It was really good, cant wait for the next part! no rush though :)

Vendetta — part six

Read part one here

Continued from here

I finally got around to finishing this!!!! Honestly, I had the plot, the ideas, everything sorted and then I blanked because — GUESS WHO DIDN’T CONSIDER HERO’S POWER?!?!!! It was me :] anyways! It is done!!!

*~*~*~*~*

Villain led Hero and Vigilante back out through the hole in the med bay towards the courtyard of the Guild where Hero had spent many hours training and sparring throughout their life. Superhero used to stand on the raised platform at the top of the courtyard so they could observe everyone’s progress during training. Now it was empty and it left a numb feeling in Hero’s chest.

Villain marched them up the platform steps and towards the back of it, to the Guild offices. Hero frowned. Why was Villain taking the time to ensure they weren’t seen? Hero could hear the commotion of Villains somewhere in and around the Guild, why not parade them through the masses?

Hero stepped closer to Vigilante when Villain opened the door for them and nodded at them to walk through.

“Stay close to me,” Vigilante whispered as they obeyed Villain’s order.

Hero didn’t need to be told twice. Hero didn’t know how many times they had been through here, how packed with people it used to be. People Hero knew. Now it was empty, it left a hole in Hero’s heart. Now they only had Vigilante to cling to for it to feel normal. They passed Doctor’s office, other Hero’s office and went straight for Superhero’s. Dread pooled in Hero’s gut as Villain knocked on the door.

“Enter,” a voice called from inside that wasn’t Superhero. Villain smiled at Hero, then opened the door. Villain pushed Vigilante ahead of them with a quick, hard shove. Vigilante stumbled forward, barely catching themselves. Villain didn’t give them a second before they delivered another hard shove that sent Vigilante to their knees in front of Superhero’s desk.

Except Superhero wasn’t sitting behind the desk.

Hero’s feet refused to move. They were rooted in place just inside the doorway because Villain blocked their only exit route behind them. They just stood in the doorway, mind going blank with horror as they faced Supervillain.

Supervillain sitting in Superhero’s chair. Where Superhero should be sitting, where they always sat but instead the cause of all Hero’s nightmares and grief occupied the spot instead.

This was the man that killed Doctor, that ordered for Doctor to die; for Hero to die. That forced Vigilante to kill that girl and Hero to fight more battles than they ever should have seen.

The cause for Hero’s entire world being on fire.

Supervillain smiled at Hero briefly, then his eyes went to Vigilante. The smile remained on his face but his eyes turned sharper, something cruel glinting in them. Something monstrous and hungry.

“Vigilante, so nice of you to drop by. I heard you joined the other side,” he said, his voice liquid smooth like mercury, both alluring and dangerous. There was a soft rumble to it in the back of his throat that made it that much more enticing, like you wanted to listen to him.

“I’m on Hero’s side,” Vigilante spat. “Not yours or the Heroes.”

“You put yourself in opposition to me, Vigilante. I don’t care for the reason, but,” Supervillain said, eyes flickering up to Hero who stood frozen at the door. “Fat lot of good it did you considering you’re both here now.”

Hero should do something. They should do… something! Think of a clever way out or something they could bargain with but their mind was blank, too busy sending racing thoughts zooming through their mind like shooting stars, too fast to catch, than having the ability to think properly. Everything in their chest seemed to lodge at the base of their throat and they were surprised they were still able to breathe normally.

“Yeah? Untie me and we’ll see how much good I can inflict.”

Supervillain laughed, Hero flinched at the sound. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed. Two ice coloured eyes found Hero’s and froze them in place even more so than before. Supervillain’s lips spread into a charming smile, exposing the contours of his face and jaw.

“Are you frightened, little Hero?” Supervillain asked, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at Hero. Vigilante glanced at Hero over their shoulder before getting to their feet and stepping in Supervillain’s view.

“Don’t look at them when I’m talking to you,” Vigilante spat. Supervillain let out a small huff of a laugh. As if Vigilante was a puppy puffing out it’s chest.

“I always admired your scrappy nature, Vigilante. It’s what endeared Villain to you in the first place.”

“Let me go and I’ll show you just how adorable I can be.”

“No need,” Supervillain said getting to his feet. The wooden legs of the chair scrapped against the wooden floor. Hero was too aware that their entire body had started to tremble during Vigilante’s and Supervillain’s chat.

They couldn’t move.

They couldn’t breathe.

They couldn’t…

stop…

shaking.

They should be right beside Vigilante defending them. Instead they stood useless. Watching everything as if it was on television… it seemed so unreal, so faraway. Their body felt so far from reach and they couldn’t order it to move, to react — to do anything but shake uselessly beside the door.

Supervillain walked around the desk and raised his hand to backhand Vigilante.

Hero’s heart lurched in their chest.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

Supervillain’s arm twitched, the movement telling of his intention to hurt Vigilante. Vigilante hadn’t stepped back, instead they bared their teeth, a flash of white pulling their lips into a vicious grimace. Accepting their fate but it didn’t matter.

Suddenly Hero was the subject of two grinning eyes gleaming down at them. They didn’t know they had moved until their eyes registered that Supervillain now stood in front of them, smile as sharp as barbed wire, and hungrier than a starved lion’s.

Hero tightened their grip on Supervillain’s wrist in their steady hand, Vigilante pushed behind them protectively with their other.

“Ah,” Supervillain said softly. “There you are, little Hero.”

Hero’s heart crashed against their chest hard, more jarring then being stranded in the desert. Fear circled in their gut like a vulture waiting for its quarry to die.

“Here I am,” Hero replied, voice even and steady. How the fuck was their voice so even?! They didn’t want to question it in case the courage decided to abandon them. “That means you don’t lay a finger on Vigilante.”

Hero shoved Supervillain’s hand back towards his chest, who smiled at the audacity of them. Hero stood sturdier than a wall between Supervillain and Villain on one side, and Vigilante protected behind them.

Supervillain’s smile grew more into a grin as he looked down at Hero. “You really are as magnificent as they say.”

Hero tilted their head up. “Wish I could return the compliment.”

“So bold, Hero. I guess Superhero never thought to put manners on you.”

“They were too busy training me to beat Villains like you.”

A warm chest pressed against Hero’s back. Vigilante whispered a soft, exasperated: “Hero.”

Supervillain noticed the warning, eyes flashing back to Vigilante. “Hey,” Hero said, gaining Supervillain’s attention again. “You’re taking to me. Don’t look at Vigilante.”

“But they did such a good job of getting you here,” Supervillain purred. Cruel eyes met Hero’s, and Hero would be lying if they said their stomach didn’t twist into knots at the thought of Vigilante betraying them but they knew Vigilante would never do that. Supervillain was just trying to scare them.

“Nice try, maybe have Villain not tie them up next time and I’ll believe you.”

“Oh so cute. You think there will be a next time, for Vigilante, hmm?”

Hero froze at the question. They hadn’t ever considered being without Vigilante, not being able to see them. But surely… surely Supervillain couldn’t do that, could he?

Supervillain leaned down close to Hero, and Hero, thankfully didn’t flinch at the closeness. They did, however, flinch when Supervillain said: “gotcha” with a chilling smile.

Hero didn’t know Supervillain’s plan, their power, that’s something he had always kept close to the chest so Hero just assumed he was powerless but what if he wasn’t? What then? Supervillain didn’t make any information public or readily available, his closest circle were all loyal to a fault— so what… was his power? Did he have one? Was he just trying to scare Hero?

Supervillain straightened, all humour gone from his face.

“Thank you, Villain, for bringing them both to me. As a reward, I’ll let you decide what you want to do with Vigilante.”

“No,” Vigilante ground out. Hero was frozen, again. Useless! So useless. Their hands itched to reach for their swords but their swords were safely in the possession of Villain, far from Hero. If they moved to Villain first then that would leave Vigilante open for Supervillain and somehow Hero trusted Villain more than Supervillain.

Villain wasn’t going to kill Vigilante, they had said so!

Hero stood powerless in front of Supervillain.

“Thank you, Supervillain,” said Villain. Then he moved towards Vigilante and Hero twisted hands spread out but they couldn’t do anything if Supervillain and Villain attacked at once.

“Come on Hero,” said Villain with a knowing stare.

Hero just bared their teeth in reply. Then there was a hand on Hero’s shoulder and one on their wrist, twisting Hero’s arm up their back. Hero gasped as they felt the familiar wash of ice through their veins when their ability was subduing another powered individual’s.

So Supervillain did have an ability.

“Hah,” Supervillain breathed behind Hero, pausing for a moment. “I knew it. No wonder Superhero kept you so close.”

Hero didn’t reply. They just slammed their head backwards. It stopped before impact and Hero could feel Villain’s power holding them. Shit. They needed Supervillain to stop touching them or they were going to lose Vigilante.

Villain was already behind Vigilante their hand on the back of Vigilante’s neck. Villain tilted their head at Supervillain.

“Do you want their swords?”

“Yeah,” Supervillain said behind Hero and Hero shot backwards. Supervillain quickly subduing them again by pushing their wrist further up their back until Hero cried out. “Leave them anywhere. That will be all. Thank you, Villain.”

“Hero!” Vigilante cried, struggling against Villain’s hold until they went still. Vigilante’s eyes met Hero’s with a determined desperation in them and Hero shook their head as tears sprung to their eyes. “We’ll get out of this, okay? Somehow. I’ll find you again!”

“I love you,” Hero whispered, not caring that the villains could hear them. Villain started to drag Vigilante from the office, steering him half with his power and half with his hands.

“I’ll find you Hero!” Vigilante yelled. “I love you, Hero. I’ll always—”

Hero started crying freely when Villain took Vigilante’s voice. Supervillain’s grip tightened on Hero’s wrist at the quiet hitches in Hero’s breath that was all too telling, but they didn’t care. They didn’t care if Supervillain knew they were crying or not, this wasn’t supposed to end like this!

The Villains weren’t supposed to win! And where the fuck was Superhero in all this? Why weren’t they stopping Supervillain?

Hero froze when a hand went to the top of their hair. Fingers lacing through the strands and running down, before starting from the top again.

“Sssh, sh, shh like Hero,” said Supervillain, while they pet Hero like a dog. Was he trying to be soothing or did he know this was creepy?! “Everything will be over soon enough. All this fighting. You’ll see how pointless it was to go against me in the first place.”

Hero shuddered at his voice, the certainty of his words but they were too tired to fight back anymore. Their heart still aching for Vigilante and the terror of not knowing where they were or what was being done to them.

Supervillain’s next words chilled Hero to the bone. “I think it’s time to rally the troops, don’t you?”

*~*~*~*~*

The Orphanage roll-call (tag-list lmk if you want to be added or removed <3): @micechomper @aarika-merrill

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 7 months

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Would you continue the "hero is hunted down by the government for their powers" one please??

Hi Anon! I'd love to! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Part 1

Hero stirred in a warm bed. They sat up and rubbed their eyes, taking in their surroundings. They were in a neat, clean bedroom with simple furnishings and little décor. Hero cautiously got out of bed. Finding no restraints on their body, they immediately went to the door, trying and failing to open it. Next, they tried to kick the door down. The door didn’t budge, but the crack that followed was deafening. Hero cried out in pain, tumbling to the floor and clutching their foot.

In a lab, General and Scientist watched the security feed via the hidden cameras in Hero’s room.

“Was the titanium door really necessary?” Scientist asked, adjusting their glasses.

“You can never be too careful,” General replied.

“Yes, but, that foot is likely fractured now…”

“Nothing our medics can’t fix,” General said dismissively, “they’re awake now, would you like to see them?”

“Oh, yes, yes I would.”

…

Hero fought back tears, along with the urge to scream. Pain shot through their foot in agonizing intensity. The door opened to reveal two military personnel. One held a syringe in their hand. Hero eyed it warily.

“That had better be painkillers,” Hero said dryly.

The other operative hoisted Hero up. Hero yelped when their foot momentarily touched the floor. The solider with the syringe quickly injected the contents into Hero’s system.

“Gah!” Hero shouted, “you could’ve given me a warning!”

A third operative arrived with a wheelchair.

“What’s that…for…oh...”

As Hero spoke, a dizzy spell washed over them, and their body began to feel heavy. The operatives picked them up and placed them in the wheelchair. The first two soldiers marched on either side of them while the third wheeled them into the lab.

“Scientist,” General said proudly, “meet Hero, the most extraordinary anomaly on the Eastern Seaboard.”

“If their file is accurate, then I’d say they’re the most extraordinary anomaly in the world,” Scientist said.

Scientist approached Hero and examined them, taking their hands, then turning their head from side to side.

“Cold to the touch,” Scientist mused, “I’d expect nothing less.”

“Do you mind?” Hero asked dazedly, “personal space and all that.”

General laughed and ruffled Hero’s hair.

“The president expects regular updates on your research,” they said to Scientist, “I’d suggest you get started.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Scientist said gleefully, “just think- all the secrets we’ll unlock. Advancements in medicine, energy-”

“Let’s not forget the primary goal of your studies, Scientist,” General interjected, “this is first and foremost a matter of national security.”

“Yes, yes, the military applications they’ll provide will be wonderful as well,” Scientist said, waving a hand.

Research? Studies? Military applications? Just what kind of mess had Hero gotten into? Before they knew it, the soldiers had picked them up again and were securing them to something like a dentist’s chair. They pulled leather straps all across Hero’s form, partially to keep them from escaping, but also because they were so dazed that they might’ve fallen out otherwise.

“Now,” Scientist said, pulling on latex gloves, “let’s get started.”

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toastedclownery · 6 months

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Wait...

March 2022.

#WRONG WHUMPER IG #animator vs animation #ava spoilers #toasted texts

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whumpdaydreamerx · 1 year

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A severely injured Hero running out of options, not knowing where to go and having no one to help them. They’ll die if they don’t get help soon.

As a last resort, they end up on Villain’s doorstep. As the door swings open Villain scoffs, amused as the Hero leans against the frame. Hero is a pale, sweaty mess, dry blood caking their face and neck. Villain stares expectantly.

“I need your help…” they swallow. “Please.” Hero grunts as Villain chuckles.

“Then say it.” They smirk. Hero shuts their eyes, willing themself the courage to speak. With a sigh, they look Villain in the eyes.

“…Dad… I need your help, dad.”

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whumpshaped · 10 months

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im sure this post has been done before but whats everyones go-to whump scenario before bed

#from a very young age mine has been a skilled fighter vs mage thing #where skilled fighter whumpee goes into this huge castle/mansion thinking they stand a chance #but swords do fuck all when whumper has invisible/shadow tentacles lmao just pure magic #wrapping around limbs and weapons #immobilising them #tearing them limb from limb #whumpee trying to run but its basically a labyrinth and they inevitably run into a dead end #it also routinely involved electrocution #but mostly just the tearing limbs off part. that was the most crucial #whump #whump community

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abhainnwhump · 7 months

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Hero Whumpee is arrogant, full of himself, reckless well-loved by the people. However, they have one crippling fear. Water, heights, failure, whatever. They end up getting captured by Villain Whumper, who discovers this fear of theirs.

Let's take the heights for example. It starts off by chaining them to the ceiling, then hanging them from the roof, then from a bridge, then from a cliff. Whumpee finally breaks and begs for mercy, but they feel ashamed of it too because they're supposed to be the hero, but being a several feet off the ground scares them. Villain Whumper is delighted and is more than happy to publicly humiliate them.

#whump prompt #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump tropes #hero whumpee #villain whumper #fear whump #hero vs villain #psychological whump #psychological torture

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thegirlwholived1213 · 1 year

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Nightmares

CW: nightmares, recapture

The nightmares had always been there. Since day one, when everything around Sidekick was in disarray, everything changing all too quickly, their night demons were always waiting for the moment of sleep before flooding Sidekick's head.

At first, the nightmares had been loud and fitful, waking Hero almost every night, but as Sidekick had settled into Hero's home and began training, they had learned to keep their mouth shut.

Tonight was no exception. Sidekick still fought day in and day out, even in sleep. When they did wake, they could tell something was off.

At first, they just assumed they had seen it wrong, the shadow by the foot of their bed. They rubbed the sleep from their eyes, and studied the form, convincing themselves it was a figment of their imagination.

Then the figure cleared its throat.

Sidekick's dreams were always different, but there had been one change that was never broken.

Villain's men never spoke, at least not in their dreams.

"Well, am I sure glad to see you again, Sidekick."

A shiver ran up their spine.

"Oh, no need to be afraid, I'm sure Villain will be very pleased to have their little pet back."

#nightmare #whump writing #writing promt #creative writing #sidekick #sidecick whumpee #villain whumper #hero caretaker #sidekick x hero #sidekick vs villain #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #hero x villain #whump prompts #pet whump #sidekick pet #pet whumpee

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scratchandplaster · 3 months

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Imagine a world where all your OC’s meet (Elliot, Chris, Amber, Dutch, Shepherd, Luke, Ben). Who do you think would get along the most, and who do you think would hate each other?

This is such a fun question! Let me think:

I think Elliot, Luke and Ben would make a great team. Elliot can show them around town and get them settled in a safe environment. His parents would gladly make some space so they can move in with them, at least pre-Morris. You just have to keep Shepard's boys away from Dutch, they are exactly the kind of guys he would try to recruit (young, naive, easy to make disappear).

As you can imagine, Shepard wouldn't like that very much. Maybe he can show Dutch the settlement and demonstrate what happens to members who don't think that consent is an important part of coexisting.

Chris, of course, would try to sell them hippies some of his best stuff, but this is also not the type of group Shepard is leading, so after a stern talk (and a thorough exploitation of his daddy issues), Chris is now a loyal member. Gone are the days of crime, he can be their medic or something. He wouldn't last an hour against Shepard's manipulation, if I'm being honest.

Amber and Ben would have a quick fling, his fleece jacket keeps them warm at night. He could never meet her parents, though, he's just a foolish cult boy.

Elliot is immune to Shepard's tactics, he has a stable family dynamic that can't be shaken up.

#my asks #stack the deck #dutch vs shepard would be so hilarious #shepard is out there yapping and dutch just pulls a glock on him #ace king vs pet whumper #Evelyn breaks both their necks if they don't stop their whumping #thanks for the ask!

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redd956 · 2 years

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Whumper who fancies whumpee and kidnaps them. In order to break and bend whumpee to their will, they tell them (falsely) that caretaker has started dating someone else and that they’re over whumpee.

Ooooooooooooo! Here's what I got...

-Whumpee at first being completely defiant or deniable about the idea, but over time their resolve starts to crumble

-Whumper holding Whumpee close, whispering these lies to them. Whumpee being so devastated by the information that they allow themselves to collaspe into Whumper's arms, unable to see the large forming grin on Whumper's face.

-Perhaps Whumpee believes Caretaker only cared for them out of romantic passion, and now believes no one else will ever care for them again.

-Whumpee shouting at Whumper that they're wrong, yet tears are forming at the seams of their eyelids

-Whumpee being captive in Whumper's house. They believe the once they give up their attempts to freedom.

AND WHEN CARETAKER SHOWS UP

-That moment when Caretaker gets them back, running towards Whumpee with open arms, only for Whumpee to retreat from them

-Caretaker finds Whumpee, but they are with Whumper. Feeling betrayed they don't take Caretaker's offer of help, and back up into Whumper's all too open arms.

-Whumpee having zero trusts for Caretaker (Perhaps Whumper convinced Whumpee that Caretaker was the real Whumper/Threat)

-Caretaker and Whumper fighting for custody. Does Whumpee save Caretaker? Or do they take out the wrong guy, believing Whumper's word?

Also

The poor Third Party Character who happens to be friends with Caretaker during the whole mess, having to survive a feral Whumpee attack

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lydiagrimborn1117 · 2 years

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Hey everybody!!!

@issy5316 @gabs136

Starting today I’ll be accepting,and writing, requests from the bad things happen bingo using my characters from Gone.Such characters are:

Caldor Hawthorne

Ryker Grimborn

Viggo grimborn

Any character(s) from the story you chose

I hope to see some requests…like I mean now! Come on what are you doing start sending requests!!! Spread the word!

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whumperofworlds · 6 months

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Caretaker: I have no quarrel!

*Whumper tortures Whumpee*

Caretaker: ...I now have a quarrel!

#whump #whump humor #source: mortal kombat vs street fighter #torture mention #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #me yesterday

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chaotic-orphan · 1 month

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Vendetta (VII)

Part one

Continued from here

I have been in Prague all week and it is THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CITY EVER!!!! God I am so jealous of the people who live here— the food, the drinks, the people, the river, the castle, the history!!!!! Get ready for the fantasy story that has been brewing in my head since I got here… anyways!!!

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Supervillain released Hero and Hero instantly retreated back away from him, backing up until their back hit the wall of Superhero’s office. Supervillain smiled at them, tilting his head as he regarded Hero like they were something interesting. A puzzle to solve.

“You… you have powers,” Hero said with a breath, barely above a whisper. Supervillain’s smile grew, his eyes darkening.

“As do you, little Hero. I guess we’re both good at keeping our hands close to our chest.”

“But you— you have never—”

Supervillain’s smile was friendly, but his eyes had this horrible intelligence. A cunning, dark knowing that made the words die on Hero’s tongue. Supervillain turned breaking eye contact and it felt like Hero could finally breathe.

Supervillain walked to Hero’s scabbard that Villain had left beside balanced against the door. Hero stepped forward, not wanting Supervillain to touch their swords. They didn’t want Supervillain anywhere near them, but… but…

Hero was in Supervillain’s territory — Hero’s home, their safe haven — surrounded by villains whose orders were to bring Hero to Supervillain. How far would they get if they tried to fight Supervillain now? How would they even know if Villain was waiting behind the door with Vigilante?

The familiar shink of Hero’s sword being drawn from it’s scabbard drew their attention back to Supervillain. He was gazing down on the metal with his icy eyes, appraising it.

“How do you keep it so clean?”

The question stumped Hero, their eyebrows knitting together as they answered almost automatically. “Umm… well, I have a cloth that I wipe the blood and grime off with— and then the scabbard is lined with wool which re-oils them so they don’t rust.”

Supervillain hummed and picked up Hero’s scabbard and peered inside as if to fact check Hero as they spoke. Then he turned and smiled at Hero.

“So efficient.”

Thank you died in Hero’s throat when the realisation of who they were casually conversing with dawned on them again.

Supervillain tucked the scabbard under his arm, as he ran his fingers along the glinting metal. “We both have our weapons, Hero. You are so skilled with these beautiful things that everyone assumed you were just an adept, or powerless, or had some kind of melee enhanced ability, but you don’t. You’re just skilled as well as powered.”

Hero swallowed but remained silent, eyes fixed on Supervillain’s as his icy gaze tore from the blade and met Hero’s.

“My weapon isn’t as flashy as yours, but perhaps it requires the same amount of work to keep it sharp.” Supervillain tapped his temple with his index finger. He grabbed the scabbard with his free hand and sheathed Hero’s sword before laying it back against the wall furthest from Hero.

“What, your mind? Are you a telepath or something?”

There was a smile on Supervillain’s voice as he said, “look at you, fishing for information.” Supervillain turned back to Hero, a winning smile on his face. “My power will remain a mystery for the time being, Hero. After all that was the plan, no hints or clues until the big reveal.”

“I won’t tell.”

Supervillain barked out a laugh. “Oh Hero. You are just adorable. No,” the humour melted from Supervillain’s face, his expression fading to something more neutral, faraway. “No, I waited too long and planned every detail to ensure this all goes perfectly.”

Supervillain’s eyes snapped to Hero’s as he closed the distance between them. Hero backed up on instinct but their back hit the wall and they cursed themselves for not moving before— but it didn’t matter because Supervillain stopped a foot away, leaving Hero some space.

“You were one of the final pieces I needed to set everything else into motion.”

Hero couldn’t help the helpless anger that bubbled out of their chest. “Why me? You didn’t even know I had an ability until what, ten minutes ago?!”

Supervillain’s smile was warm. It set Hero on edge how friendly Supervillain was, how likeable. He wasn’t parading Hero around in chains (yet) and he just seemed so… humble.

“Yes, but I had a vague hunch, and you confirmed that for me when I touched you.”

Hero clenched their jaw and looked away. It was a mistake. Supervillain was in front of them with one stride and Hero’s terrified eyes went back to him, slamming a hand out to keep some distance between them. Supervillain smiled and grabbed Hero’s arm again.

He let out a soft laugh. “You can control it too, can’t you? Whether or not you use your power. I must have gotten lucky with Vigilante being taken away, your emotions ran high. I doubt you were concentrating too much on your ability.”

“What do you care.”

“You intrigue me, Hero. Trust me, if I could change the world without having to do something this drastic I would.”

“You can stop.” Supervillain’s grip tightened on Hero’s arm in warning, but it didn’t deter Hero. “You don’t have to go through with whatever you’re trying to achieve. There’s still time to stop this. Superhero—”

Supervillain scoffed and dropped Hero’s arm. “Superhero,” he repeated with a hollow laugh. “They are the very essence of why the world has to change.”

Hero wanted to inquire further. To know more. To understand why Supervillain was so set on killing heroes and dragging civilians into this all out war. They wanted to dissect his brain and see why he was doing all of this. Any of this!

But a knock came on the door and Supervillain half turned his back to Hero, as if Hero wasn’t a threat and said: “Enter.”

The door opened with Supervillain still half in front of Hero, blocking their quickest exit. If Supervillain was distracted then Hero could try and vault over the desk, make it for the doorway take whatever villain was waiting on the other side.

“Grieves!” The name ran like ice through Hero’s veins, freezing their limbs in place. “What can I do for you, my friend?”

“Supervillain, I just came to report that I haven’t seen your elusive Hero anywhere.”

Hero knew Supervillain was going to step aside before he did it, exposing them to Grieves. Grieves’ smile could chill lava, but his grin was the stuff of nightmares.

“Hero… well. I guess you have the situation in hand, Supervillain.”

“I do. We can gather everyone later, I want to keep this under wraps a little while longer.”

Hero’s rage rushed out of them. “Why?! You can stop the fighting now, stop other people from getting hurt!”

Grieves’ eyes flashed at Hero’s outburst, almost making Hero flinch backwards. Almost.

“Mmm, they still need a little training. I would be only too glad to help.” Hero’s skin crawled at the threat. They remembered Teleport recalling some of the hideous things that Grieves had done to her and wanted to keep the villain as far away as possible.

Supervillain laughed. A good natured laugh, as if this was all some joke! “No. Thank you, Grieves. Not yet.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Hero snapped.

The two villains turned their full attention to Hero, and Hero wished they hadn’t. The amusement clear in their faces made Hero sick.

“Perhaps we should, Grieves,” said Supervillain.

Grieves nodded along. “I agree. Actually, I would love to talk about people who aren’t here, if that’s okay with your little pet Hero.”

Hero crossed their arms over their chest and looked away. They felt like a petulant child, but they weren’t going anywhere with Grieves standing in front of the door and Supervillain keeping his eyes on them.

“I didn’t find Hero, I wanted to report but I did find that little thorn in my side. You remember her, right?”

“Teleport?” Supervillain asked and Hero paled. Teleport… no, there was no way. Maybe the name was just common? But then Teleport was anything but common. But maybe it was just a coincidence— a—

“That’s her, but I also found the thorn in your side too.”

Supervillain scoffed. “Please. You found Superhero?”

“No, not that menace.”

Hero’s heart lurched in their chest. There’s no way they’re talking about Medic and Teleport, right? Granted Hero doesn’t remember the pair of them ever being apart but— they couldn’t. Hero didn’t want to believe it.

Then there was a loud pop.

Hero’s breath was stolen from their lungs. Standing dead eyed on the other side of the room was Teleport and Medic, their eyes rimmed with an eerie, ghastly red.

“No…” Hero whispered, taking an unconscious step forward. “No… Medic?”

“You did very well, Grieves. Of course, if you want to—”

Hero didn’t let Supervillain finish. They placed their palm down flat on the table and used it to springboard over, twisting their body so their boot connected with Grieves’ chest.

Grieves’ eyes flashed, and Hero heard Teleport and Medic move beside them but Hero was faster. They reached up and latched their hands around Grieves’ throat, feeling the ice flood their system at locking Grieves’ power down.

Hero slammed Grieves back against the wall with their momentum and twisted, bringing Grieves down to the ground over Hero’s hip. They were on top of them in a second, hands never leaving their throat. Not even as they felt Supervillain grab them from behind.

“Hero?” Medic asked, voice cracking.

“Get out of here!” Hero screamed, voice shrill. “Go! I can’t hold him forever! Teleport go!”

“No, we—” Hero heard a pop a second later and they felt tears prickle the back of their eyes for the second time that day. Hero didn’t let go of Grieves, not until Supervillain forcibly ripped Hero off them and threw Hero into the opposite wall. Hero fell to the ground with a stunned oomph, winded.

Hero didn’t even get a chance to catch their breath before Grieves’ power was on them. It felt like Hero’s brain was set on fire and they screamed, hands reaching up and grabbing their head trying to calm it, cool it, but even their palms were too hot and Hero couldn’t breathe.

Hero didn’t know how long it lasted, but when the fire ebbed from their mind Hero was on their side, gasping, curled into a little ball,a mixture of tears, snot and spit pooling on the ground in front of them. Hero shuddered, nausea climbing up their throat.

“—not yet! Grieves listen to me—”

“I want to flay them alive, Supervillain! At least give me that! Let me warp their mind until they can’t speak anymore!”

“Grieves! Grieves, hey! Listen to me—”

The words were like gunshots through Hero’s head, deafening them and leaving them stupid. Hero coughed out some kind of fluid from their lungs, trying to push themselves up to all fours.

“The only way you will get any kind of revenge is if we stick to the plan, do you understand?”

“Your fresh, unleashed pet is altering the plan! Are you letting your emotions get the better of you?”

Hero didn’t really process the conversation but they felt the tense silence that followed Grieves’ words.

Hero finally got vertical pressing their head against the wall, their stomach turning over itself. They squeezed their eyes shut to try and not hurl in front of the Villains. Supervillain whispered something in Grieves’ ear. Hero groaned, and tried — and failed — to push themselves to their feet. Whatever Grieves did in Hero’s brain made their body feel sluggish and heavy.

Supervillain was in front of Hero then, clicking his fingers in front of Hero’s face. Hero opened their eyes, frowning at the noise. A hand was on Hero’s cheek, thumb under their eye and pulling down. Hero reached up and grabbed Supervillain’s wrist weakly.

“You still with us, Hero?”

“Get’way fro’me.”

“Yep,” said Supervillain with a smile. “You’re there.”

Supervillain let go of Hero, then reached down to grab Hero’s wrist. The familiar sound of power dampeners opening threw Hero on full alert, but the cool cuff closed around their wrist before they could stop Supervillain.

“No,” Hero ground out, but Supervillain didn’t listen. He pulled Hero forward, hooking his arm around their back and pushed them down to lay on their stomach while he fastened the cuffs behind their back. Hero tried to fight him, but he was too strong and Hero was too— Grieved to do anything. Instead they rested their forehead against the floor, sighing. That was the only respite Supervillain allowed them before pulling them back up and letting them go once Hero’s back was against the wall again, glaring at him.

“If you had been civil, Hero, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

“Civil!” Hero laughed. “Tell that to your best pal over there who made my friends into his personal little zombies!”

“You are an insolent child,” Grieves said, his voice full of disgust. “If it wasn’t for Supervillain I’d have you choke on your own tongue.”

Hero’s eyes levelled with Grieves’s, a smug smirk slipping onto their face. “Don’t you have heroes to hunt down and catch?”

Grieves’s nostrils flared. For a few tense moments that seemed to stretch into minutes they just glared at each other while Supervillain got to his feet. He walked over to Grieves and whispered something in his ear that made a dangerous glint dance across Grieves’s eyes.

Grieves walked towards Hero with a swagger that would have been ridiculous had it not instilled Hero’s fight or flight response. All they managed to do before Grieves got close was press their feet to the ground, going to push themselves up again.

They didn’t get the chance.

Grieves grabbed Hero’s hair and yanked their head up, Hero gritting their teeth in response trying to not give him the satisfaction of a scream. Then a knee crunched into Hero’s nose and they cried out, their eyes watering instantly. They didn’t even blink the fresh set of tears from their eyes when Grieves’s knee came up again. Hero’s breath got caught in their throat as the stench of iron drowned out their senses and they felt blood gushing down their nose, over their lips and onto their shirt.

“That’s for messing with me Hero,” said Grieves, his voice alight with a righteous glee. Grieves brought his knee back and slammed it down onto Hero’s sternum this time. Hero gasped, their body curling around Grieves leg as breath was stolen from their lungs— blood splattering across Grieves’s trousers. “And that’s just for fun.”

Grieves left Hero gasping and turned to face Supervillain before nodding at him. “Tell Villain to find me when the time comes, Supervillain.”

“I will, Grieves.”

Then Grieves was gone. Supervillain closed the door after and turned to look down at Hero. Hero spat blood onto the floor glaring up at Supervillain. He just sighed, running a hand down his face.

“You don’t understand what you’re fighting against Hero,” Supervillain said softly. “I know this may seem drastic, but I am trying to end the fighting. I am trying to stop this cycle of violence between Heroes and Villains. What do those words even mean? Who decides who’s a good guy and who’s a bad guy? There is no order in this world.”

“And you’re going to bring order to it, are you?”

Supervillain’s cool eyes cut into Hero. “I’m trying,” he said coldly. Then he shrugged off Hero’s glare and continued: “and I’m succeeding. Now we just need to wait for Superhero to make his last stand, and that is where you come in.”

Hero blinked, fighting the urge to widen their eyes at Supervillain’s revelation. Hero leaned forward, lips curled back into a snarl.

“They’ll see through this,” Hero told Supervillain, their voice betraying the desperation for them to be right. “I’m obvious bait.”

“If you’re gonna catch a big fish,” Supervillain said with a confident smirk, tilting his head at Hero. “Don’t worry though, we’ll make sure to make a big fuss about you so Superhero comes running to the rescue.”

Hero tried not to flinch backwards, but they still pressed their back into the wall when Supervillain crouched down in front of them, capturing Hero’s chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“We’ll make a big song and dance about it if it makes you feel better, absolves some of your guilt for being bait— ah, ah, ah,” Supervillain’s grip tightened as Hero tried to turn their head away, keeping Hero facing Supervillain, looking into his icy eyes. His voice softened as he continued. “It’s your biggest flaw, you heroes. Always trying to save something, someone.”

Dread pooled thick and heavy in Hero’s chest, compressing their ribs as if they were caught in a vice, as Supervillain smiled at Hero. “Your fatal flaw… and I’ll use it to eradicate you all.”

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