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@killtheknights
Hey everyone! Im knight :)) I was formerly shshshquietnow but I got hacked (daily reminder to not fall for the "I reported you on accident" scam), alas...
But this is my whump blog! I like superhero and fantasy stuff, team whump, dehumanization, and much more!
All my writing from here on out will be tagged as #knights battle cry
I will be reblogging all my ORIGINAL posts from my old blog here and tagging them as such.
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The red lights were the only thing illuminating the lab, the villain’s footsteps the only sound echoing down the hall. Their strides were even, measured. They moved deliberately at a slow pace, dragging out the chase and building so much tension in the hero’s chest that they felt they might explode.
“Oh Herooooo, where are youuuu~?” The villain sung.
Hero pulled their knees impossibly closer, hoping to melt into the shadow or sink into the floor, whichever got them out of here faster.
“Little mouse always gets caught by the big bad cat eventually,” they taunted, projecting their voice into the doorway of the room Hero was hiding in.
The hero’s breathes were shallow, their heart beat uncontrolled. They swore they could feel the walls of the desk they were under start to compress, squeezing the air from their lungs.
A single foot placed itself down, the tap of it distinctly too close.
“Yeah, no. I can’t do this anymore.”
Hero unfolded themselves from their hiding spot, standing tall to face the villain closing in.
Villain’s gleeful smile faltered.
“Giving up so easily?”
Their disappointment was easily concealed, but the hero saw right through them. They may have been terrified, but they also knew their opponent well.
“You were going to find me eventually. Why should I prolong my suffering?”
There was not a doubt in Hero’s mind that Villain had known exactly where they were right from the beginning. All they did by revealing themselves was put an end to their game, and curbed the sick satisfaction they derived from it.
“You think this is suffering?”
The villains’s smile returned, the edge of it quirking up.
Hero recognized what the villain was getting at. They knew all kinds of torture and torment awaited them once they were finally firmly within the villain’s clutches. The hero also knew full and well that the dread of anticipation could far surpass the pain of completion. The hero followed a popular philosophy that could be expressed many ways:
Rip off the bandaid, plunge the needle in, get it over with.
Waiting—stalling was half the problem. As far as they were concerned, they had just cut their troubles in half.
Hero shrugged disarmingly.
“I think this is over.”
They walked slowly towards the certainty of the end, no longer scared of the sounds their rubber soles were making against the flooring. Their head was held high, their breathing more even than it had been in a considerable amount of time. The villain watched them, their surprise and disappointment boiling dangerously beneath the surface.
In a way, the hero had won, simply by losing.
But they weren’t naive enough to think they wouldn’t pay.
@whumplicity
Whumpees whose powers/magic are so integral to them that that blocking the abilities is like blocking their breathing. The same power-dampening tech or anti-magic that weakens others will kill them within hours.
What happens if they are captured? Do they desperately explain that the standard protocol isn’t going to work, and promise to obey without it? Are they sedated? Restrained more tightly in other ways? More importantly, are they even believed?
And if the dampener is activated, how long does it take their captors to realize that the whumpee wasn’t lying?
Rather than whumpee being quiet/respectful/demure around whumper and more “normal” around everyone else, this whumpee is formal and reserved, is quiet and exceeding polite, around everyone except whumper.
Only when whumper and whumpee are alone does whumpee show anger, show desperation and fear, reveal everything they hate about themselves because that is the side of them whumper wants to see, and whumper will hurt them until they get what they want.
Perhaps whumper even claims it's healthy. Whumpee shouldn't be so repressed all the time, they say. All that negative emotion needs an outlet, they say. Pain will do.
Daydreaming a story idea about someone adopted as a young child who comes of age to realize they have been raised, and loved, by the villains. And they're the survivor of a massacre their adoptive parents committed.
Just. A fun thought idea.
We love divided loyalties...
The slow realization that they have been loved not like a child, but as a trophy. But it was love nonetheless. Wasn't it?
Relationship Conflicts that don’t Center Romance
a healer in a plague-stricken city discovers their apprentice is immune to the symptoms, but also a silent carrier that is actively spreading the disease
two friends running a small criminal operation are offered immunity if one testifies against the other, but both begin separately planning to take the fall to protect the other’s future
a successful warlord meets their former apprentice, who has become a pacifist negotiator
after growing up in an extremely toxic environment, one sibling wants to leave and the other doesn’t understand why
when one of the kids of a supernatural hunter family is turned into a werewolf, their sibling needs to dismantle their belief system to help keep them safe
finding out that they only got their job because a friend pulled some strings without telling them causes someone to reevaluate their skill and success
former roommates at an academy for muscle-for-hire meet again. one has become a bodyguard, the other an assassin, and both now have the same mark
after finding out their best friend betrayed them years ago, they chose to get revenge now, as the pain is fresh
a spirit becomes accidentally attached to a random disaster of a person and helps them tackle everyday life
[Prompt Calender: June 5th, Aromantic Visibility Day]
incorrect quotes (Punching Bags)
gtober 14: eldritch (cw: eyestrain) how the artist thinks about, or perceives muse, heavily influences his appearance. when you're suddenly forced to deal with a presence you dont understand, sometimes your brain can go a little haywire, and beginnings can be rocky.
"healing" magic that doesn't heal. it only supplements the patient enough to keep them alive through intervention. it just keeps the blood going where it needs to be, it keeps the lungs on a rhythmic cycle, it gives power to the organ systems, consciousness if necessary, et cetera. that way, a lethal injury becomes survivable, if only a healer is there to become their life support while the medics do their job. a deadly poison becomes curable if there's enough magic to keep the heart beating. torture can last forever with the right magic user, willing (or coerced) to keep a victim alive until they break.
hey there welcome to superpower school, where we teach you to use your dangerous superpowers in a school-like environment. here's your syllabus. as you can see, this class will consistent entirely of occasional world building lectures of no use to anyone who has actually lived in this world for more than a day, and unsupervised practical assignments that place your life and the lives of everyone near you at risk. also we have a tournament arc in around 50 chapters that will inevitably be rife with cheating and will be infiltrated by people who actually for real want to kill you. grading will be on a curve.
Mini Whump Prompt 206
We've all heard of cutting whumpee's precious hair, but what about forcing them to grow it long. Forcing them to wear a wig, or keep their braids. Forcing them to maintain their hair, to retain their "beauty". Whumper doesn't care about how whumpee's feels. They want their precious whumpee to look the part, to look perfect.
Sadistic whumper
Content: 2nd person tense, noncon touching, striking, pinching, flinching, forced "comfort"
Coddling theor head but refusing to let go when they flinch away
Sensually stroking the wounds they just made, threatening to go back to hurting whumpee if they dare to beg to be let go
Casually hinting at punishment to come to watch whumpee struggle not to cry. Smirking when they see the facade slip.
Whumper making a habit of coming up behind whumpee and pinching them or striking them. So that now they cringe at the slightest touch and flinch when they hear someone move behind them
Using that flinch response to embarrass them. Grinning when they see it.
Holding whumpee in an iron grip when they cry, and moaning in delight
Whumpee getting good at hiding when they're in pain so whumper doesn't get the satisfaction
Or learning how to emphasize the pain in order to satisfy whumper faster and get them to stop hurting them
DnD Spell Whump
#5: Counterspell
3rd level abjuration (paladin [redemption], sorcerer, warlock, wizard)
I know I’ve been hammering on the enchantment school of magic this whole time so far (which is deserved. Enchantment has some prime whump material spell-wise), but Counterspell can be especially vicious because it ends spells before they’re even cast. It’s easily a spell caster’s greatest weapon against other spell casters but also one of their greatest weaknesses because it can easily be turned against them.
Simple and effective.
Prompts:
There’s the classic Counterspelling an attack spell like a Fireball. Maybe it was whumpee’s last ditch effort to turn the tide of the fight in their favor and they feel nothing but despair as the spell fizzles out.
Whumper Counters a Whumpee’s Shield spell, allowing whatever attack they were trying to defend against to hit them.
Whumper Counters a healing spell, the caretaker watching in horror as the healing fizzles out.
Whumper Counters a Revivify, causing the component to be wasted and the precious time to be burned while the caretaker’s friend stays dead in front of them.
Inspired by Critical Role c2ep98 when Caleb Counterspells the Dimension Door, whumpee tries to flee through a teleportation spell and the whumper Counterspells them, wasting their spell and making them stay right where they are for at least another round.
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DnD Spell Whump
#2: Geas
5th Level Enchantment (bard, cleric, druid, paladin, wizard)
It’s basically an ingrained magical command that compels whoever it’s cast on to act a way the caster wants them to for up to 30 days when cast at base level. At 9th level–aka the top level–the Geas becomes permanent unless it’s ended by a Remove Curse, Greater Restoration, or Wish spell. AND if whumpee tries to go against the Geas, they take a bunch of psychic damage (5d10 to be exact). That’s a once per day thing, but imagine if that’s used on a whumpee with low HP (max or current), or a low level character that would die instantly if they’re hit with that much damage. Plus, this spell would be perfect for conditioning a whumpee to do exactly what whumper wants without having to go through a long and tedious process of breaking them down and building them up again the way the whumper wants. The whumper could just slap a spell on them and that’s it and the whumper could make them do anything they want if they word the command just right.
Prompts
High level whumper places a Geas on a low-level whumpee that forces them to obey whumper’s every command to them without hesitation or complaint. Whumpee hates the idea of having to obey the whumper, but the threat of a fuck ton of psychic damage that would undoubtedly kill them instantly keeps them begrudgingly in line.
Whumper using a Geas to make the whumpee incapable of attacking anyone but their party members.
Whumper using a Geas to make the whumpee incapable of attacking only whumper. The whumpee could be right in front of them, sword drawn or spell at the ready but they can’t finish the swing or say the last part of the incantation to trigger the spell and the whumper just stands their, smiling smugly. They could be being held prisoner by whumper but no restraints are needed to keep the whumpee from attacking the whumper (though they may still need to lock the doors)
Whumper using the Geas to make the whumpee complete a task for them that they won’t do themself because it’s potentially deadly so they want to send someone expendable and cast a Geas when whumpee gets lippy.
Whumpee is a potential whistle-blower on some kind of illegal operation happening in the government, except the government (whumper) gets to them before they can blow the whistle and use the Geas to essentially put a gag on them so that not only will they not be able to tell anyone what illegal stuff is happening, but they can’t even tell anyone they’re under a Geas. (think Pearl from Steven Universe). (bonus: maybe caretaker is the one they have put the Geas on them in the first place)
Masterlist
Some prompts inspired by a new OC of mine:
Monster Whumpee that's been captured to keep society "safe"
Monster Whumpee that's used as a tool by the facility
Monster Whumpee that has a tranquiliser in its collar to keep them in line
Monster Whumpee that has a smaller one of its species keeping it in check
Monster Whumpee that threatens facility staff if the smaller one is harmed
Monster Whumpee that is kept on chains short enough that it doesn't reach the door or window between its room and the smaller's room
i want so many more princess whumpees rn
runaway princess whumpee dragged home and brought to heel to ready her for a political marriage
princess abducted by one dragon who winds up being shared by many because they’re in such high demand
mermaid princess scooped from the seas, abused by her captors, then sold to the nearest traveling show
princess heir to a magical bloodline taken and turned into a living weapon against her own kingdom
princess who has never known a day’s sadness or hardship made prisoner and shown immeasurable cruelty by someone solely interested in ruining such softness
it’s! just! fun!!
Writing! Woo! A long one as well... enjoy!
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Phantom Pains XIII
Contents: fight/training, mental image projection (nothing graphic this time), talk of non consensual nudity (mind controlled), talks of fatal car crashes (mind controlled), fantasy prejudice for people with different powers
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It had been... a long while since shed been with the Overseer. It'd been a long while since Ava- that hero. Charlie hoped the hero was all right. That she wasnt in trouble or anything.
... Charlie hoped she herself wasnt going to be in trouble when this ends.
... if it ends.
Shes been getting beaten less! Not a lot less, but shes not been talking so much anymore, and shes not even sure where to start when it comes to escaping so its not like shes been giving the Overseer much reason to beat her anymore.
So... most days she just sits in her room, invisible, until the Overseer call on her for training, or food... or just to sit in her office like a see-through house plant. Or trophy, or what have you.
Charlie's definetly been getting better at listening... teachers and her parents always said she had that problem, mouthing off at the littlest things. It was hard to mouth off when she was scared to talk though.
Now she was in a training room, sparring with the Overseer. Not "sparring" like when she first got here and it was just the Overseer making excuses to rough her up, but actual combat training where the Overseer taught her a fighting stance, and how she might incorporate her powers into throwing a punch.
... which definetly struck Charlie as odd, but she hasn't been getting good sleep so maybe it wasnt odd and she was just imagining it. The Overseer had a reason for everything- and Charlie wasnt usually privy to them.
"Fighting invisible is good," the Overseer nodded, blocking a left hook from the vigilante. Former vigilante. "But no good up against a psychic like me who can tell where you are anyway, right? Try turning your powers on and off really quickly, then punching."
Spectre hummed, doing as told. It was hard to "toggle" invisibility like a fucking strobe light while fighting, but she threw her punches. The Overseer caught them on pads strapped her her hands.
"See, getting them visually disoriented is your best bet. They'll be able to see you no matter what, but our minds dont get any less confused than any other hunan's." The Overseer huffed, touching a finger to her temple. "Now were gonna try combat with images being projected into yoyr head, got it?"
No. "Yes."
"Perfect."
A blue and yellow mask, like feathers. Freefall. "Last night my integrity as a hero was violated by the Overseer and the vigilante Spectre."
The hero was stood on a podium, lights and cameras flashing as Spectre ducked under a swing and shot one back. The hero continued to speak. "I am fortunate my identity has not been compromised yet, as my colleague Electromight was a few weeks ago-"
What the hell happened to Electromight?!
"But because of this breech I will be stepping down as a hero until further notice, cooperating with the agency rather to offer information in gathered while being controlled."
"Freefall-" a reporter stood up- Spectre was swept off her feet but was able to roll out of the way before the Overseer's boot crashed down. "If you could say something to the villains now, what would you say?"
Villains? Spectre kicked up at the Overseer but was blocked and yanked onto her back. The Overseer, Miasma, and Serpent? Or did they mean...
"To The Overseer and Spectre," Freefall leveled her glare at the camera. "Your little charade is up. The hero agency is coming for you, and will not stop until you are put to justice. You can hide, you can fight, but you will be brought down."
Spectre caught a punch to the stomach, reeling. She had no idea where the stereotype that psychics were flimsy came from. She coughed, raising her fists back up in a protective cage around her head.
... villain. "Wait- Freefall- she saw you- saw her body knock me out- how could she think were working together?! That i want-"
She hissed, twisting out of the way as the Overseer tried to tackle her. The villain, while Spectre couldn't see, gave the impression of rolling her eyes. "I dont want you as a teammate, ghostie. I just need a tool."
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Mystifire grit their teeth...
Ava was a lively woman but she could be quite hot headed and often led more with her heart than her head. If what Shuteye said was true Spectre and the Overseer were DEFINETLY not working together in the strict sense of the word.
Not that Mystifire could bring forward that information without revealing their own conspiracy with a vigilante, and yet another one rather wanted by the hero agency.
"Hey," Freefall- Ava sighed, taking off her mask and startling the psychic out of their thoughts. "Thanks for calming me down."
Mystifire nodded. They weren't actually supposed to use their powers on other people without several forms and contracts... but while Ava has been with the agency a lot longer than Mystifire has, she was nervous in front of so many people, after such a frightening experience.
"How are you feeling?" Skylar loosened up their hold on Ava, just a little before the other hero nodded. After the confirmation, they completely let go.
They both shivered as nerves flooded them both. Skylar could feel the crawling sensation, the horror of having their body taken over, the fear that had to be buried in front of a crowd, as a hero. Ava crossed her arms over her chest. "I know you already know, Skylar..."
"What did you see?" They asked. Shuteye would be thrilled if they could get some info out now. "When the Overseer... took you over i mean."
"Its... she didnt hurt me, but it was so late at night and she got me while I was about to go to bed- she changed my clothes..." Ava was particularly unnerved by that, Skylar didnt need to be an empath to see why. "There were two other villains and then that little vigilante..."
"Miasma and Silver Serpent..." Skylar nodded.
Ava blinked. "How did you know that?"
Shit. "Those two were involved in the robbery at Core Tech, and you said you remembered driving by there while possessed, right?"
"Right..." she shook out her head. "I took Spectre... i dont remember. She was in the car with me, then we were in front of a building... an old one that needs to be torn down, and I threw Spectre out of the car. A few blocks later I got my body back just in time to stop myself from going eighty miles an hour into a brick wall."
Skylar winced. That was... a common way to find the citizens The Overseer used. But an abandoned building... there were a lot of those in the city, with more destructive hero fights. It wasnt the most useful thing... but it was a start. "Spectre... thats a little unusual, dont you think? What do you think her angle is with this all?"
"I dont know, Skylar..."
"What sort of condition was she in? Do you think-"
"I dont know, Skylar," Ava hissed, snapping. Skylar felt a flare of irritation and fear and exhaustion. Having your body up all night did not seem to be a pleasant experience. "I have half a mind to demand you be held for questioning too. Psychics and their damned connections..."
Skylar's face flushed, burning up- it took a considerable amount of effort to keep their powers in check to prevent everyone else milling about after the conference from feeling this awful mix of anger and embarrassment. Ava had just asked Skylar to use their powers for her...
A few other heroes looked over, eyeing Skylar suspiciously. Because of course if someone's upset, the psychic is at fault.
Skylar bit their tongue, putting on a sorry expression and nodding. "Ill give you some space, Freefall... you did well today."
They turned without waiting for Ava to respond- they didnt need to based on the lingering bitterness they felt radiating off the hero like the red glow of metal. The needling suspicion being cast at them as they left the conference venue...
Mystifire took a deep breath. Its difficult to find their path, feeling everyone else's emotions at thr same time... but they could be the bigger person. They should have expected this and all... they shouldn't expect a flying hero to understand the intricate powers at play.
The hero agency won't understand why a psychic would be the only one able to handle such a delicate situation.
Luckily, thats what Mystifire had Shuteye for.
