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mostly I reblog/post villain whump and accidental whump. sometimes villain x hero stuff. I take art requests sometimes, and commissions!

[how-the-powerful-fall]

If I'm ever posting smth original (or even for most posts I reblog) just know it's about this guy. He's my man, the one and only, the guy I beat up in my dreams

P.S. if you recognize him from someone you know IRL now is a good time to back out of this blog & mind yo business pls & thx

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Hey so I know we All Know This but I will NEVER be over a character being feverish and delirious and making No sense. I will never be over a glittery-eyed, shivering, distressed character weakly gripping another's arm and asking them questions they don't know the answer to, and probably don't mean anything at all. I will never be over characters calling out for people either long gone or right next to them, but unrecognizable in their delirium. I will never be over a character crying in frustration and fear over something in their head they can't explain to whoever is helping them, and all they can do in return is stroke their hair and shush them gently.

[chibiwing-aka-nozomikei]

I love it when their painful pasts are revealed by their distraught rambling, ESPECIALLY if it's in front of a villain or enemy or person who doesn't like them~ Or when they say things that show their low opinion of themselves, clearly as a result of people in their lives not treating them well~

[living-weapons-whump]

Non-human whumpee rescued by a team of humans. But because of whumper they think all humans are dangerous and is always on their toes/really aggressive to the team until they discover someone on the team is also not a human !! So now everyone is confused as to why the new rescued who wouldn't look anyone in the eyes now follow caretaker like a baby duck

[whumpologyy]

Whumper having to pat Whumpee down while searching them for weapons, contraband, etc and huffing a laugh under their breath when Whumpee tenses at Whumper’s hands coming too close to certain parts of their body

Maybe Whumper does plan to assault Whumpee and finds it funny that they’d flinch at this when so much more is to come

Maybe they have absolutely no plans to touch Whumpee again and just finds their discomfort amusing. Take your pick ❤️

[whumpslut]

characters acquiring permanent, disabling nerve damage from restraints; particularly in their hands. loss of fine motor control, weakness, numb or tingling sensations, sensitivity to temperature, chronic pain. maybe they need to wear splints to manage their disability, or do stretches. maybe they need intensive pain management. how does this affect their recovery? their life free after bondage and captivity?

[yougivemewhumperflies]

Had a whumpy little thought and had to write it.

Warnings: This is a bit more gorey than my usual. Vivisection and organ handling. References to death. Implied blood. Dark, hurt/no comfort (yet??).

A year ago, Supervillain waged war on the city. Many died, and countless were hurt, but in the end, he was stopped. Supervillain was taken— alive, of course—and sent to rot in a dark, isolated pit the rest of his days.

Six months later, Mercy Hospital began seeing miracles. A revolutionary breakthrough enabled life-changing care for hundreds of patients. Skin grafts became seamless, blood transfusions brought half-dead patients to their feet, and there were even a couple cases of paralysis being cured. Organ transplant success rates skyrocketed, and even more baffling, post-operation complications were eradicated.

No one connected the two dots. Those dots sat like needles quivering naked on a corkboard, far apart, no red string attached. No one knew, except the very hands that had shoved in that sharp point.

The hands that drove scalpels through Supervillain’s chest and opened him up like a present on Christmas. The fingers that squeezed scissors—snip, snip, snip—cutting away fascia like a tangled web of ribbons. The palms that lifted and cradled hot, drooping organs and sent them away on carts that wove upwards, upwards and sideways until finally finding their new destination. Usually a room that stank of near-death.

Those hands knew.

And they didn’t care that Supervillain was awake the entire time. Watching. Shrieking until his vocal cords snapped. He was the gift that kept on giving. This time tomorrow, he’d be good as new.

One mouth, cold and cruel, explained it simply. For every life lost to his war, Supervillain would save a thousand more.

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[rooksshinies]

give that character who is usually so stoic a fever. make them softly beg for contact. Make them whimper and sob and plead for someone, anyone to stay. Stay with them— they don’t… Everything feels weird, and it’s safer with you, please—

[whumppromptoftheday]

villain tries to push themself up from the ground, but they falter and hit the floor and hero starts to help them.

villain pushes them away and spits on the floor in front of their boots, "don't act like you're trying to help me. don't act like you're not happy to see me like this."

[headspace-hotel]

anyone ever want to run a simulation of a part of their own lives for experimental purposes?

Like, the Bucky Obsession came to me at precisely the right time in my life. At any earlier time I couldn't read medical whump because it was too triggering and couldn't read hydra trash party because of evangelical-raised contamination anxiety about dark topics

And yet. I want to show 14 year old me the vault scene. Just to see what she would do.

[headspace-hotel]

Listen

11 year old me had some really funny feelings about Steve Rogers screaming in pain during the transformation scene okay

[headspace-hotel]

I'm going to go to bed before I say anything else about myself

[angst-master]

whumpee whose blood has some sort of magical properties that are desirable to others and so they get tied down and get the blood forcefully taken from them

(which can be done in unethical and unsafe conditions!! or they can be kept there for weeks or even months or years, not to mention they'd be fucked from the constant blood loss)

[whumpbees]

Blunt force trauma is honestly so underrated in whump. Concussed whumpee after Whumper knocked them out - whumpee getting free and knocking Whumper out! Broken bones and bruises, getting thrown to the floor or into walls.. ough, it's just all so lovely! Treat your whumpee like their bones are a suggestion y'all. It's good for them

[pain-in-the-everywhere]

I love it when Whumpee is leaning on things. They're dizzy, nauseous, in too much pain to stand, or just plain tired, and they can't get by without some kind of support.

Leaning on cabinets and against walls in people's houses. Propping their head up with their hands at the dining table. Steadying themself against a banister on the stairs. Holding on to the post of the traffic light for dear life while they wait to cross the road because if they stand still unsupported they will fall to the ground.

It's such a small display of I am not feeling good, but once another character notices it becomes so obvious. This person is weak and vulnerable. Either I can help them, or I can hurt them further. It's not like they're in any position to stop me.

[whumppromptoftheday]

whumper who is also a whumpee. they act all haughty and throw their weight around but it's all weight given to them by the one pulling the strings. they have a reputation to maintain, so they force whumperee(???? i guess) to do the dirty work. to be hated in their stead. nobody will know they're suffering too

!

[yougivemewhumperflies]

So I was eating ice cream and like got sugar rush right? I was like “wow I have so much energy but nothing to do I need to sink my teeth in something carnally!!” (Slow day at work so I couldn’t do a lot)

Request what if there was a villain who was normal and like with hero to redeem themselves then they get a taste of anything like anything from the taste of blood to just the feeling of being above someone again and hero falls victim to it or just happens to be there when it happens

Am I cooking or am I cooking!! (I’m hungry..)

Serving up a little something!

Pain Eater

CW: Violence, including self-stabbing with a knife and stomach stabbing/gore (not graphic). Reference to drugs (pain killers)

“How was work today?” Hero asked.

It was 5:35 p.m., and Hero had been waiting in their usual chair in the hospital lobby when Villain finally exited through the elevator doors. Strange. The sullen man didn’t even glance at Hero, only strode past them with a single, tight-lipped word.

“Fine.”

Hero restrained a grimace.

Villain was by no means a cheery guy, but even that answer spoke volumes as to how Villain was doing. They followed Villain through the glass entrance doors and out into the city street.

“What’s going on?” They asked. Nearly jogging to keep up with Villain’s long, purposeful stride.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, it has to be something. You’ve been a little…down these past couple days.”

Villain’s jaw tensed. “Don’t worry about it.”

Ah. So there was something.

Hero softened their tone. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m here for you.”

Villain slowed, finally turning to Hero. A quiver of emotion passed through his face. “I know. It’s just…” He bit his lip and turned, running a hand over his forehead. His dark eyes blinked closed for a moment. “I don’t…I don’t know what to do.”

The hurt in his voice made Hero stiffen. How bad is this? They hesitantly put a hand on Villain’s elbow, and the other allowed it. “What happened?”

They walked slower, almost a quarter of the way home.

“There’s a new manager,” Villain admitted quietly.

A distinct sense of dread landed in Hero’s gut.

“He doesn’t…he said…I’m not a good fit for ‘the hospital milieu.’”

“The milieu?” Hero asked incredulously. “What does he mean by that?”

Villain shot him a pained look. “I think you know exactly what he meant by that.”

Hero’s chest tightened further. “We had an arrangement, though. The hospital was eager to have more help, and you…you felt satisfied working there.”

Scorn twisted Villain’s expression, and his voice grew louder the longer he spoke. “The new manager forced me into an empty room. Told me to sit and wait until my ‘services’ were asked for. Of course, no one asked for them, and I spent the whole day doing nothing!”

“No way!” Hero reacted just as loudly. “That’s not okay! You have to do your work, Villain, or else—”

“I know what will happen!” Villain snapped violently.

Hero held in a breath. Their eyes narrowed, looking over Villain more carefully. Noting the sweat on his brow, the silver crescent glinting in his eye. Their skin went cold. “You’re already hungry, aren’t you.”

“I told you not to worry about it,” he growled. Then stomped up the steps to their apartment, and Hero had to chase after him again.

“Wait, wait! We have to talk about it though!”

Villain didn’t stop, only slamming open their apartment door and heading straight for the bathroom.

“Stop!” Hero grabbed their upper arm, but Villain slipped out. Desperate, Hero blurted out the idea he’d been holding in reserve for a while now. “You can use me.”

Villain veered around, eyes blazing with fury. “NO.”

“Why not?” Hero demanded.

He shook his head, expression tortured. “I-I couldnt-I never-I promised I would never hurt you again.”

“But…you’re hungry.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not! And it’ll only get worse with this awful new manager you have.”

“I don’t care, I’m not taking from you!” Villain threw his hands up in the air.

Hero licked their lips. Then strode to the kitchen.

“Oh hell no!” Villain yelled, but it was too late. Hero took a paring knife and, before they could overthink it, plunged it into their forearm.

“NOOO!” Their old enemy ripped the knife from their grip and hurled it against the wall. “No!! Why, why would you-AGH HERO!”

Tears welled up in Villain’s eyes, and Hero smiled despite the pain. “Is it helping?”

“Nooo,” Villain moaned and sank down onto his ankles. He started swaying, breathing heavily. Hero frowned, idly aware of their power rushing down their arm, weaving tendons back together.

“Did it…help?”

Villain didn’t answer. Didn’t look at them. Hero peered closer, seeing pupils that had become fully silver. They stepped back. Crap.

“Okay…um. Maybe that was a bad idea, Villain. I’m sorry, I’ll just g—”

With blurring speed, Villain lunged forward and drove a clawed hand into their gut.

Hero choked on a scream. Their body flailed, screeching and helpless and held in place against the fist squeezing their insides.

“PAIN,” Villain rasped.

Through the spots in their vision, Hero saw the ecstasy flowing into Villain. And just as unsettling, felt the pain flowing out of them. It was like being stabbed with a morphine-laced sword. Unwelcome memories surged to the surface of their mind, and they started to whimper. Villain drew in a deep, satisfied breath through his nostrils.

“N-no,” Hero sputtered. “You d-don’t want this.”

Villain rolled intoxicated, bright eyes at them. “I do.”

Hero whined as the claws sank deeper, and the pain that rose up drifted away. “Villain…you…don’t.” They groaned, forcing out the next word. “Remember?”

For a moment, it seemed like Villain wouldn’t remember. That he would simply torture Hero for weeks on end, draining his pain like a starved leech. As he had before. And then Villain gasped.

He yanked out the clawed hand and gripped Hero’s arms, holding them steady as they both dropped to the kitchen floor.

“No! No no no!” Villain yelled, then sobbed, squeezing Hero between his arms and rocking back and forth. “I’m so sorry, Hero! I didn’t mean it, I swear, I just—” he whimpered, burying his head in Hero’s chest.

“You were hungry,” Hero whispered. Their eyes were closed, and as much as the pain still crashed over them in angry waves, they didn’t blame Villain. They couldn’t. Not after the life he’d lived.

“I’m a monster,” Villain cried into his shirt. “Everyone is right about me.”

“They’re wrong,” Hero breathed out.

“You should’ve just locked me up,” he continued. “It’s-it’s where I belong, and you know it.”

Hero shook his head weakly. “No.” They put a gentle hand on the back of Villain’s head. “You belong here.”

Their stomach twinged, internal tissues knitting back in place. Villain lifted his head. Hero opened their eyes, meeting tear-stained dark ones. They cracked a smile. “You’ll always have a place here with me.”

Villain bit down on his lip.

“I’ll have a talk with that manager tomorrow. You’re damn irreplaceable as the emergency room receptionist.”

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[luvparasite]

i think my favorite trope people don’t focus on enough is “villain gets completely and unwillingly taken over by a power they wanted to control” because it nearly always ends in them being totally exhausted and physically drained. I’ve only seen it in a few things but it’s potential is crazy

You’re fighting against this evil mastermind. They’re calculating and powerful and have evaded every action you’ve made. You think they’re about to win when they suddenly lose control of whatever they’re trying to use— trying desperately to let go/turn it off but it just sticks to them. The moment you manage to deal with it the villain drops to the floor too weak to move, all that smugness overwhelmed by what they’re feeling. Or maybe they’re feeling sick as hell if you like that more. Okay.

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hiii :)

I don't know if you wrote anything like this before, but is it possible to have a hurt villain x caretaker hero?

Btw i read a lot of your posts and I love everything you write.

"Look what the rats dragged in," the villain said. "Do you have a medical license to go with that cape?"

The hero's brow furrowed, taking in the sight of the villain, imobiilised against the bed. The prison medical bay had been emptied except for them. And the villain...

"Bloody hell."

"You should see the other guys."

"I did," the hero said. "They took me by the morgue first before they'd let me in. Something, something, you're still dangerous even when you're incapacitated. You know. Because I have such a poor understanding of what you're capable of."

The villain smiled, cracking their lip open again, fresh blood welling up. Their teeth were already stained with gore they hadn't had the chance to clean away.

The hero moved over to them to get a closer look, gaze roaming over the splatterings of blood and the visible signs of injury. Bruises. Swelling. A nasty gash along their cheek.

"You want to tell me what happened?" the hero asked.

"There's video footage. They record everything in here."

"I'm not interested in the video footage, I'm interested in talking to you. I'm going to sit you up, is that okay?"

The villain's gaze moved over to them in turn. Beneath the carnage, the fearsome threat of violence, the villain looked tired. Thinner than when the hero had last seen them. Like some vital essence of them was being slowly leeched away.

"If I say no?"

"I'll do my best to treat you laying down. Wait. How are your ribs? Can you even sit?"

"You could just let me die."

The hero's stomach squirmed, revulsion rising in their chest at the thought.

The villain's mouth twitched in another mirthless smile. Their fingers flickered, an indication that the hero could adjust the mechanical bed. The hero pressed the button, taking a moment to steady themselves as the villain's upper body carefully rose. Their eyes squeezed shut in pain.

The hero's eyes narrowed, hand going tentatively to the villain's torso, inching their shirt up. The bruises beneath the material were even more livid than the ones on their face.

"These are broken," the hero said.

"They're just ribs."

"Not if they puncture-" The hero caught themselves. They exhaled a breath through their teeth. When they glanced up, the villain's gaze was on them, with no pretense.

The hero's heartbeat quickened. They had to resist the stupid urge to reach out, less professionally, to cup the villain's face.

"Alright," the hero said, softly, instead. "I'm going to do what I can and clean you off. I'll get you some water for your mouth. Rinse and spit so I can check your teeth. Does that sound good?"

"You're a living saint." The villain's voice was just as soft, and infinitely more bitter.

"...And I'll get some pain meds."

The hero felt the villain watching them as they moved around the room, gathering the necessary supplies. When they looked back, though, the villain's attention was always idly elsewhere. The ceiling. The wall. The restraints keeping them strapped down like an apex predator inclined to rampage.

When the hero returned, the villain sipped the water, rinsed and spat the blood away without sending it at the hero's face. They let the hero dab at their body with a warm damp cloth, apply disinfectant, bandages and the like as needed.

That was something.

"Do you want to die?" the hero asked, quietly.

The villain laughed.

"Is that funny?" the hero asked, next.

"If you were going to kill me, conqueror, I wouldn't be in this hell hole."

"And if you wanted to die, I suppose," the hero said, "you could have let them kill you instead of fighting back."

"I wasn't going to be finished off by rats. That's just embarrassing."

"How's the pain now?"

"Fighting you was worse."

"I'm sorry I haven't visited," the hero said, tone as gentle as their hands.

The villain scowled, laughter dying. They looked like they wanted to say something, then didn't.

"They want to put you in solitary for this. I'll talk to the warden," the hero said. "You didn't start the fight. You shouldn't be punished for it."

"I shouldn't be punished for murder, hero mine? What are you punishing me for then?"

"I'm not - I -" The hero floundered, then closed their mouth.

They focused on the things they could treat. The wounds they could keep from festering.

"It wasn't meant as punishment," the hero said. "I just had to stop you."

"And they just had to keep me alive," the villain said. "Prod me and poke me and take my blood and my hair and whatever else that so fascinates them about their most valuable asset. Two wrongs do, as ever, make a right."

The hero tensed, gaze cutting up to the villain's face.

The villain smiled at them, blissfully, as the pain medication finally seemed to begin to take effect. Their usually sharp eyes turned cloudier, if no less deadly for being a poisonous fog instead of a blade.

"...you wanted them to call me," the hero said. "You knew they'd be too scared to get close enough to give you even basic first aid."

And knew, too, that the warden would never simply let them die in a fight, or by the hand of a guard, no matter how many other inmates they took out.

The villain blew a kiss their way, and closed their eyes.

"You always care so damn much," they said, voice turning a little slurred. "Care enough to keep me yourself, won't you?"

When the villain drifted off in front of them, pain medication aside, the hero knew they hadn't slept properly for months. Likely not since their capture.

The hero swallowed.

They reached out, brushing their fingers carefully along the less bruised half of the villain's face.

Unconscious, they didn't seem so terrifying a thing. They didn't seem unstoppable at all.

"I'll talk to the warden," the hero murmured, though the villain couldn't hear them. "None of them will ever hurt you again."

But, unstoppable, the villain was.

The hero kept their vigil.

[for-the-ouchies]

“Doesn't matter,” whumpee says, casually dismissing would-be caretaker's concerns. “Nothing matters.”