Volume warning!! In this short, this voice actress demonstrates different types of screams, and I thought.... That's something the Whump Community has to see. Or hear, rather.

So remember that vampire boy I shared a compilation of? Thank you @0-k-4 for reminding me of its existence, and how wonderfully whumpy it is!

I made my own compilation, without the music and with more scenes.

CWs and TIMESTAMPS under the cut!!

General CWs: vampire whumpee, captivity, starvation, blood (!), multiple whumpers

Two things of note: I removed one final scene, because I don't like the way his original story ended. Also it features a squick of mine, so i just cut it out. Second, I might make an OCs based off this idea! Because the premise is so deliciously whumpy, it deserves more than a B plot.

(timestamps in tumblr video are "reversed", so the numbers show how much time is left in the video, rather than how far along it is.

8:51 introduction scene. CWs: animal death, animal gore/blood, gunwhipped

8:23 interrogation. Captivity, chains, use of the word "master", kicking, whipping, abuse/torture, blood, implied past child abuse, foul/shocking language (misogynistic tone, aimed at female whumper), starvation

6:03 Fenton alone. Master mention.

5:28 The treatment attempt. Medical whump, syringe/nonconsensual sedation, manhandling, foul language (aimed at whumpers), reluctant whumper, era-accurate medical procedure

2:49 Results of treatment. Referenced past abuse, starvation, foul language (misogynistic tone, aimed at female whumper), screaming

1:13 Food. Animal death, blood

0:47 Escape. Master mention, gore (self inflicted), blood

Hey I know you're on hiatus but I stumbled upon this song and it reminded me of Sidekick so I thought I'd share

(hi sorry for my late response! that said) YES. YES YES that is SO Sidekick and Hero! Thank you for sharing, I will be- what do the kids say? I will be rotating this in my brain like a microwave.

hey how are you doing? just checking in because you haven’t posted something in a while :)

Hi anon (and everyone!)

So, I apologize for not posting for so long, and for letting nice messages collect dust. I'm actually doing well. I recently went through some life changes that should improve my mental health, but they do keep me busy.

I have been writing, but it's been almost entirely fanfiction (which i dont post here). And the guilt over ghosting my very nice followers is rather severe at this point.

I hope I'll be able to snap out of it! But truth be told, I don't know if I "need" whump writing at this point. It's been very cathartic. But now when I think about what i had planned for, for example, Villain, I just feel a little tired.

So maybe I'll make a post to wrap up the plot threads? Either laying out what the big climax was going to be, or I'll find out a way to end it sweetly and soon... Because I don't want to dissapoint the people who've gotten invested.

So! TLDR: I'm okay. In fact, my overall mental health is better than it has been since I started this blog. But I have a really really bad habit of ghosting (Mrs Tolkien can confirm..) and now my whole blog feels like ive left people on read.

If this block doesn't resolve: I want to express my love and gratitude to everyone who's liked my writing. I wouldn't have gotten so far without support, and you guys helped me improve a lot. Thank you for allowing me to build something better than i ever thought i could. <3

Heyy idk if this has been asked before, sorry if it was, but are you going to continue "waking nightmare"?

I really love the story :3

Oh thank you, that's really nice to hear!!

Right now, im swamped with work, and i am just crawling out a bit of a creative dry spell. But i do have things planned! Once i find the time, I'll make sure to continue the story ^^ thank you very much!

Naughty BOW >:(

Can... Can Sidekick give Villain a hug from me..?

(A/N: So.. this one kind of got out of hand, lol. Don’t worry anon, your hug is in there, it’s just near the end.  This is part of my ‘hero and villain’ series, I’ll make a masterlist tomorrow.) CWs: blood, head wound, beating mention (not featured), nerve damage, implied starvation, drugs, yelling, (in an very accusatory way), implied abuse, slight dehumanization, begging. If I missed any, please let me know. 

Villain and Sidekick (3)

Sidekick heard Hero return from the basement before he saw him. He was whistling. Sidekick, who was standing in the kitchen, called over:   “How’s it going?”   “Oh, it’s going very well.” responded Hero. He stepped through the door, and Sidekick turned to ask some more. His voice stopped when he saw the blood splatters on Hero’s knuckles. The man walked over to the sink, still whistling, and started washing his hands.   “Oh, uhm. Did he act up today?” asked Sidekick. Hero looked puzzled for a second, before he laughed.   “Oh, because of the blood? No, he’s actually very well behaved now. I even let him out of the chair. He should be almost ready for the show.” Right away, there were numerous questions buzzing through Sidekick’s mind. What show? If he was well behaved, why did you hit him? Just what are we doing to him? Before he could decide which one to ask first, Hero interrupted his thinking.   “Actually, could you go and clean him up for me? Use the hose in the garage.” Sidekick’s stomach churned. He hadn’t gone back to the cell since his secret trip. If he was honest, he didn’t want to see how Villain was doing. He didn’t want to know.   "Uhm, can I do it later? Or maybe-”   “Sidekick.” A chill ran down Sidekick’s spine at Hero’s tone. He wasn’t smiling anymore. His voice was low, calm. Dangerous.   “Don’t make me ask twice.” Sidekick almost let the chair fall to the ground in his haste to get up.   “Right! Okay, yes, uh, right away, Hero.”  

     He dragged the coiled-up hose, all-purpose cleaner and some cleaning rags down the stairs. He’d also grabbed the first aid kit, but Hero made him put it back. Said it wouldn’t be necessary. As he walked up to the cell door, he thought of all the things he wished he could say to Hero. I don’t want to clean him up, he thought. He’s going to be all sad and hurt, and it should make me happy, I know, but it doesn’t. Just hand him over to prison again, and don’t make me clean up your bloody, uhm, your damn mess.   But of course, he would never say that to Hero. So instead, he stood in front of the cell door, gathering courage. He took a deep breath and opened the door in the same way one would rip off a band aid.   The room was a mess. It smelled of sweat and the air was dank. Sidekick scrunched his nose. The tiled floor and the walls had small splatters of blood on them. Not a lot, like someone had been stabbed, more like a very severe beating. Some of the blood looked old. Like Hero had said, Villain was not in the chair, although it still stood in the middle of the room.   Sure enough, there he was: a sad little pile of a man huddled in the furthest corner. Sidekick couldn’t really see much of Villain while he was so curled up. All he saw, was a tangled mess of dark hair and thin, boney arms and legs. The man flinched when he opened the door and curled up even smaller.   “Hey.” called Sidekick. “Don’t worry, it’s me. I’ve come to clean you up.” The man unfurled a bit at that. Sidekick could see his face a bit, now. His hollow, wide eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with dark circles. One eye was had swollen purple bruising around it, and there were dried tracks of blood from his nose. His pupils were blown wide with whatever was still in his system, despite him not being hooked up to the IV. He didn’t say anything; he just stared.   “Right.” said Sidekick. “Let’s get this started.” He tested the hose, aiming it at the floor, and almost dropped it from the kickback. Oh, right, it was high-pressure. He looked back and forth between the nozzle and Villain. Using it on him wouldn’t injure him, probably. But it would hurt, especially if Hero beat him up. Sidekick worried his lip. Experimenting, he held up the hose so the water came out vertically. It went up in an arc before falling to the floor in heavy droplets. That’d have to do.   “Hey Villain,” he asked, “can you wash yourself?” There was no response, Sidekick looked over to see Villain staring off, his wide eyes vacant.   “Hello? Did you hear me?” Sidekick stepped a bit closer, which did elicit a response. The man jumped and raised his arms over his head.   “Nh-sorry, please, don’t-don’t put me-please-”   “I’m not putting you back, relax.” Villain stopped talking but didn’t lower his arms. Sidekick sighed.   “I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? Now, can you wash yourself or not?" Villain peeked out from under his arms.   “Uhm, I don’t... Can I wash myself? May, I mean, may I, I’m-” He apparently lost his train of thought, staring ahead again for a second.   ‘I’m.. Uh, what-what was the question?”   Sidekick groaned.   “Jesus Christ. Look,” he held up the hose again and demonstrated the improvised shower.   “Now. Can. You. Wash. Your. Self?” he punctuated every word with a gesture. Finally, it seemed to register, and Villain nodded.   “Great. Here’s some stuff, do your thing.” Sidekick handed him the soap and cleaning rag, took a step back and turned on the hose again. The water clattered down just in front of Villain. Sidekick turned around to give him some privacy, and also because he didn’t want to see it anyway. A few seconds after he did, he realised he probably shouldn’t turn his back to someone like Villain. But, well. He didn’t seem like much of a threat anymore. Sidekick had taken him on in hand-to-hand back when he was healthy, he could handle him now. He heard Villain shift and move into the stream. A startled gasp sounded from behind him. The water was probably cold. Well, there wasn’t much Sidekick could do about that. The water splashed as Villain started scrubbing, and then Sidekick heard a wet thud.   “You okay back there?” He called back. He heard a soft groan, but Villain responded: “Y-yes, I-I I can try, sorry.” Some more scrubbing, and another thud, a louder one this time.   “Need a hand?”   “No! No, I'm okay, I c-can wa-whash, hm.” Villain didn’t finish his sentence, trailing off. The scrubbing resumed. Sidekick didn’t say anything. He decided, if he was going to fall one more time, he would help. He understood why Villain didn’t admit he fell, it probably felt really embarrassing. But he didn’t want to him to get hurt too badly. He barely finished that thought, when he heard something slip and fall again.   “Okay, that does it,” he called. “Are you decent? I’m turning around and helping.”   “No! No, please!” He heard the water on the floor splash as Villain moved, probably moving backwards.   “I don’t care about your ego, Villain, you’re going to break your neck like this. Do us both a favor, and cover yourself, yeah?” Sidekick turned around. Villain was still clothed, so that was a plus. A trickle of blood, thinned out by the water, ran over his forehead. He sat back in the corner Sidekick’d found him in, raising his hands again.   “No, sir, I’ll try harder, don’t, don’t put me back, please-!” Sidekick crouched down.   “Hey, nutcase, look at me. I’m not Hero, and am not putting you back. Shut up, look at me.” Villain stopped blabbering and looked at him. His eyes were teary and his breath was strained, like he was close to crying. Sidekick pinched the bridge of his nose.   “I am not putting you back. Okay? No chair. Zero chair today, so stop freaking out.” The words seemed to reach Villain through whatever high he was on, and he calmed down a little.   “Ah, thank you. Th-thank you.” Sidekick shrugged. He grabbed the soaked towel and moved to get started on cleaning him. At his approach, Villain flinched and curled inward again.   “Nh-no, please-” The begging spilled out almost on instinct, it seemed. Sidekick felt a twinge in his gut. Frustrated, he threw the towel on the ground and snarled:   “Will you stop acting so pathetic? It’s- it’s sad! It’s freakin’ weird!” He got up and paced back and forth.   “I mean, are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to make me feel sorry for you? Huh?” He looked back at Villain, who was trembling and had covered his head with his hands.   “Nh-Please, I'm-”   “Stop that!” yelled Sidekick. “It won’t work, okay? Like, your acting isn’t even convincing, so knock it off!” The shaking didn’t stop. Sidekick could hear small, hitchy breaths.   “’M sorry,” Villain whimpered.“’m sorry, sir, I’ll try better, I’ll-”   “No, that’s exactly what I’m talking about! Stop being so-” Sidekick gestured with his hands vaguely, trying to find the right word.   “so.. Not-you! Just-” He crouched back down, purposefully getting in Villain’s personal space. He pushed back into his corner like he’d phase through if he just pushed hard enough. Sidekick leaned in close.   “Come on, say something. Tell me to piss off, give me one of your smartass comments. I know you’re still in there.” The man didn’t respond.   “If you don’t admit you’re lying, I’m using the hose.” warned Sidekick. He couldn’t see Villain’s face, but he saw the shudder run through his body.   “Hmm, no, please... You’re right, I’m lying, sir. I’ll- I’ll try harder.” Sidekick groaned and rubbed his face.   “That's not what I’m.. Fine. If you want to keep playing your game, go ahead. Just know it won’t work on me.” He studied Villain’s form. He kept hoping that he would unfurl and admit it was all a ruse. He would give one of his comebacks, probably pull a gadget from god knows where, and make a daring escape. But the shuddering mess of limbs before him didn’t look like he was pretending. If he was, he’d missed his calling as actor. But if he really was as pathetic as he looked...   The terrible ache in his gut got worse. Sidekick rose to his feet and walked over to the concrete wall of the cell, and punched it with a grunt. Despite the pain, it made him feel a bit better, so he continued. He briefly wondered if he should release his feelings on Villain. After all, they were his fault. But that thought made the twinge intensify, so he kept punching the wall. When he was done, his knuckles were red and scraped. He had trouble closing his hand fully to a fist. Despite that, he was relieved. He leaned his forehead on the wall and took a deep breath.   “Okay, let’s get this over with.” He turned around. Villain moved even further from him, which Sidekick hadn’t thought possible. He sighed.   “I told you, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to help you wash up, okay?” Sidekick’s voice wasn’t laced with anger anymore. He felt calmer, almost detached. He knelt down and pried Villains arms away from his face. He had his eyes scrunched shut and turned his face away, but didn’t fight back. Sidekick pushed down the anger that welled up again, and set about cleaning him.

He started by grabbing the discarded hose and starting the vertical spray again. It was a little hard to aim, so a bunch of water drenched him, as well. The majority ended in Villain’s hair, though. He shuddered, at the cold or from fear, Sidekick couldn’t tell. When his hair was drenched, Sidekick grabbed the soap and started working it into the hair. The soap stung his knuckles something awful, and he winced. As he worked the soap through the disgusting mess, he remembered Villain had hit his head earlier. Sure enough, just above his temple, he could feel the dried-up blood. Villain winced and made a small noise in the back of his throat when the soap touched it.   “Yeah, well,” said Sidekick. “That one’s kind of on you.”   He continued trying to detangle and clean his hair, which proved an impossible task. Some parts had become so matted, it resembled felt. Sidekick gave up on trying to achieve flowing locks and focused on getting most of the junk out. Another indirect spray with the hose, and most of the now dingy coloured soap duds were washed down the drain in the middle of the room. Awful convenient, that drain was. Sidekick tried not to think on why it was installed.   He paused a moment. It would be best if Villain undressed for this, right? And they were both guys, that made it a bit better, he supposed. He had to change him into the new clothes anyway. He still hesitated.   “Hey, Villain, uhm. I kind of need your clothes off for this part. Is that, uhm. Are you cool with that?”   Villain blinked his eyes open.   “I'm, hm. My clothes off?”   “Yeah, sorry, I have to. Do you wanna do it yourself, or...?” Sidekick didn’t know why he asked. Maybe if he tried to without asking, Villain would get too freaked out to cooperate. It wasn’t like he actually cared what Villain wanted, of course. It was just convenient this way. Villain nodded.   “I, uh, I can. I can try.” Still shaking, he grabbed the hem of his shirt. He didn’t use his right hand, letting it awkwardly hang somewhere up to his chest. After some fumbling, he managed to pull the shirt that once used to be white over his head. When he’d gotten it off, he reminded Sidekick of a newborn kitten: all watery eyes and wobbling limbs.   “Righto.” He said. “I’ll, uh. I’ll get to it, then.” He grabbed to cloth again and carefully helped wash off the worst of the grime.   Villain’s torso was covered in bruises, some almost healed, others looked fresh. He was so thin. Sidekick could have counted his ribs from across the room, and could have told you which ones were broken as well. He avoided brushing over the healing bones and was thankful he didn’t set the hose directly on him as he’d planned. As he set to wash his twig-like arms, he felt that ache in his stomach return. He looked so frail, so... broken. His wrists were rubbed raw from the leather straps holding him down. Sidekick didn’t look at Villain face. Just pretend you’re scrubbing the floor, he told himself. A very fragile, shivering mess of a floor. As he finished, he didn’t look up.   “Right, uhm. Your pants are next.”   He did let him keep his underwear on; he was not touching that. He let him clean that part himself while he stayed turned around. He heard him slip and lose his balance a few times, but at least he didn’t fall. Afterwards, he helped him wash his legs.   He worked down his right leg. The shin was a little raised and just slightly crooked where the break had been. He braced himself when he had to scrub over the spot, but Villain didn’t react. Seemed like it was fully healed, then. He moved further down, to where the manacle was still clamped over Villain’s ankle. Seemed like overkill to him, but what did he know. As he moved it aside to inspect the skin underneath, he saw that it was rubbed raw, like one big inflamed scrape wound. He grimaced in sympathy for the next part.   “Sorry, I have to clean that, too. I’ll be quick.” He got some foam going on the cloth and pressed it down. Villaindidn’t react, not even a twitch in the leg. Sidekick, who sat with his back to Villain, guessed he must be tougher than he thought. He started dabbing.   “You’re doing great,” he assured. “This must hurt, but I’m almost done.”   “Wh-what are you, hm, d-doing? What-what hurts?” He glanced over his shoulder to Villain.   “Your ankle. Doesn’t the soap sting?” The man shook his head.   “N-no. Can't feel anything.” Sidekick blinked.   “Wait, so-” he pinched Villain’s foot. “do you feel that?” He shook again. Sidekick took a breath between his teeth.   “Oh, yikes, that’s uhm. I’m pretty sure that’s bad. How long’s it been like that?” Villain frowned, looking pensive.   “I’m..that's, how-how long’ve I been here? That, minus, uhm, I don’t know, a-a week?” So a couple of months. Sidekick remembered with horror when he set the leg and kicked it. Twice.   Was this his fault? Or had the damage already been done before that? Did it matter? He swallowed. Suddenly his throat felt tight.   “Okay, that-that sucks. If I did that, I didn’t mean to. Uh, I’ll talk to Hero, I’m sure he’ll get you a doctor or something.” Even as he said that, Sidekick wasn’t sure he would. He shook those thoughts off and finished cleaning the leg and foot.   The whole ordeal didn’t take very long, but he was thankful when it was over. Villain didn’t look better, per se, but he did look a bit cleaner. Maybe that was worse, because now his bruises stood out even more against his pallid skin. Sidekick gave him a final rinse with the hose.   “Okay, that’s it. All done.” Villain looked glad it was over, as well. His shaking had gotten worse, and his lips were turning purple. Sidekick glanced over at the dish towels he took to dry him off, but they suddenly seemed insufficient.   “Give me one sec,” he said. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He snuck back upstairs, sneaking to the master bathroom. From it, he grabbed the fluffiest, biggest towel Hero owned. He probably wouldn’t approve of him using it, but then again, he didn’t tell him not to. Still, Sidekick was glad he made it back downstairs undetected. As he walked up to the cell door, he realised with a shock he’d left it slightly open. He ran the last bit and stormed into the room.   Villain was in the same spot he left him. Looked like he hadn’t even moved. Of course, where would he go? Especially with the manacle still on him. Sidekick relaxed.   “Okay, I got you a towel. No telling Hero, okay?” He crouched down and draped the towel, which looked more like a blanket, over the man’s shoulders. Villain’s eyes widened, and his long fingers grabbed ahold of the fabric. Sidekick moved a bit closer, rubbing Villain’s hair dry. As the towel came away, he saw the white fabric had become stained with grime. The Villain didn’t move to dry himself off; he just wrapped it tightly around himself. His eyes were closed, but he didn’t look scared for once. Instead, he just looked exhausted. Sidekick saw him rubbing his cheek against the soft material. He leaned forward slightly, before jolting straight again.   “Alright, I’ll help you with this bit, too. We’re almost done.” He held Villain’s shoulder to stabilise him and started rubbing and dabbing with the fabric that wasn’t taut from Villain grip. The man’s eyes stayed closed, and he started leaning more and more into Sidekick’s grip. Sidekick shifted so he was sitting instead of crouching, and moved Villain so he rested against his chest. The man didn’t resist and melted into him. Sidekick briefly worried about Hero coming in and seeing the two of them so close, but he didn’t have the heart to push Villain away. He kept rubbing him dry, but stopped when he heard Villain’s breath hitching. His face was pushed against Sidekick’s chest, but he heard his soft hiccups.   “Are you crying?” he asked. Villain nodded.   That tug in his gut was back again, in full force. Sidekick considered pushing Villain off, considering his chore done and leaving. But that made the feeling worse. Instead, he put his free hand on Villain’s back.   “What’re you crying for? Does something hurt?” Villain nearly burrowed himself in his chest, no longer clutching the towel but digging his fingers into the fabric of Sidekick’s shirt.   “N-no, I’m, I mean, yes, but that’s not why... I’m, I cry, be-because I’m happy, and I’m tired, and confused, and-” He choked on a sob. “and I’m scared.” Crying openly now, he dug his face into Sidekick’s shirt. Sidekick rubbed his back, shifting slightly so he could hold up the weeping man better. He’d never seen an adult cry like that before, and he felt at a loss for words.   “Hey, uhm. Hey, there’s no need for that. Crying never solved nothing.” Before he fully realised what he was doing, he’d started gently rocking side to side. “You’re going to be fine,” he assured. “Hero said you were almost done. Just a bit more, and then you’ll probably go to prison. Then you will be the same terrible, infuriating person you were, okay? I’ll hate you again, and all will be fine.” Villain sniffed.   “He-he said, I was done? I'll go to prison?”   “I mean, he mentioned something about a show. I don’t what he meant, but I do think this is the final stretch for you.” Villain’s crying died down a little to just a few hitched breaths. Sidekick kept rocking and rubbing his back. It helped him feel a bit better too, for some reason.   “P’lease,” mumbled Villain, “Please, can-can I, may, could you s-stay? This is... this is nice.” Sidekick stopped rocking, which caused Villain to tense. It only lasted a second, though, and he resumed.   “I mean, sure,” he shrugged.“I got nothing better to do, anyway.” The man was leaning his entire body weight on him, now. It wasn’t a lot.   “Thank you,” he got a bit more comfortable.“thank-thank you, Sidekick. Thank you.”   “Don’t mention it.” responded Sidekick. After a second, he added: “But seriously, don’t mention it. I think Hero would be upset at both of us.” At the mention of Hero, Villain flinched in Sidekick’s hold. “’M scared,” he murmured.   “I know.” said Sidekick.   “”M ti-tired. I’m so tired..” Villain’s voice already started trailing off.   “It’s okay. I got nowhere to be, we can just sit.”   Sidekick stayed by his side, until Villain had fallen into a deep sleep. He felt drained, as well. Still, he quickly got Villain dressed and laid him on his cot. He wanted to leave the towel with him, but he couldn’t afford Hero finding out. When he pulled the fabric away from the sleeping man, his fingers kept clutching it. As he gently pried them off, he saw Villain’s brow twitch in his sleep. He sighed and tucked him in with his own ratty excuse for a blanket. He sprayed the cell until it was at least a bit more clean, and shut the door behind him. He couldn’t tell if he felt better after, or much, much worse.

Loyal mutt

Oh you liked it that’s nice ,I have too many cdrama recs 👀 and whump ones well they all seem to have some whump in them because plot

Will be back when I remember more :)

Thank you anon! I am a busy bee atm, so no rush. But im delighted to hear it!

陈情令 - The Untamed - Whumplist - 🇨🇳

Whumpees: Wei Wuxian played by Sean Xiao (black clothes) and Zhan Lan played by Wang Yibo (white clothes)

Watch On: Netflix, Viki

Genres: Fantasy, BL, Period

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

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Which was the other show you watched for whump 👀

Also try searching gif sets of Wei ying from the untamed for some more whump😭😔

I just posted the best compilation i could find! it was the character of Fenton, from the show Penny Dreadful. I didnt like how his arc ended, and i was so dissapointed i didnt continue watching. (from what i heard, the show didnt end well, anyway). But the scenes we did get were *chefs kiss*. Ill go look that character up, thank you for the recommendation, anon!

This was the best high quality compilation of this vampire boy I could find. -dreamy sigh- yup i remember why 16 y/o me liked him so much. He really was the blueprint.

Just saw the gifs you reblogged.. That particular drama has the most beautiful costumes and if you like the main guy you could watch itt there's lots of angst in it😭

Yes, the costumes look really lovely! I don't watch a lot of asian dramas (nothing against them, i just dont come across it usually), but I thought the theatric look of it was nice! (Western shows can learn something about good lighting from them....) I was already inspired by the gifsets to watch it. Once I have the time, I might! Thank you for the recommendation!

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Vampire universe concept:

Vampires whose venom is what enthralls their victims. They're ambush predators that have to bite first to gain control over their prey's mind. The venom dulls fear and causes a sense of calm, so the victim is more likely to follow directions.

The venom also happens to be an excellent narcotic at a certain potency. So, there's a black market trade in a venom-based recreational drug harvested from captive vampires.

Authorities mostly look the other way. Who cares about bloodthirsty vampires anyway? They're being useful for once. However it becomes a problem if escaped vampires end up loose in populated areas. So it's technically illegal.

For extra spice, maybe someone discovers that the venom is more potent when a vampire is hungry or in distress. So they're kept just healthy enough to produce venom while still having a Very Bad Time.

Sidekick and Villain: Guilt

[A.N: Suprise, I’m not dead! For the people who followed me for the Immortal Drowning post: more is coming! Johnny just does not want to get written, lol. But he will. ] Taglist: @octopus-reactivated

This is part of a series: Masterlist here. (X)

CWs: blood, past abuse, choking, brief mention of sensory deprivation, drugging, brief teeth/mouth trauma description, referenced minor whump (whumpee is 16), implied brain trauma/memory issues. 

Sidekick rested his head against Villain’s cell door. Hero hadn’t told him to go down there, and he’d probably be angry that he went without permission. But he just had to talk to Villain. While he still could.   He flinched at that thought. No, Villain would be fine, in the end. He had almost sounded like himself when he’d provoked Hero. It was brave. It was stupid. It made Sidekick feel like it was his fault for angering Hero in the first place. But why had Villain felt the need to jump to his defense? He could handle a tantrum, and now Villain was right back where he started. Sidekick fiddled with the shoulder strap of his bag. He should patch Villain up, make sure he doesn’t completely lose himself. It’s the least he could do.

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