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Here's a look at my Blinding Darkness MCs :) Fay on the left, Elkhan on the right! Art by me:))
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PS. There might be a BD masterpost coming very soon...
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Febuwhump Day Fourteen
Prompt: Becoming the Monster
Happy Valentine’s Day guys!!!
Febuwhump Master-post
Whumpee was dragged in by two of Whumper’s dark knights; the soulless demons of men that stood over six-feet tall and were the monsters parents told their children about at night. Inhuman, built by pure muscle and power and spite, like loyal dogs that followed their Master’s commands flawlessly.
Whumpee had fought against them when they came. Thrown himself into the fight, grabbing one of the knight’s giant cleavers and slicing through the only weakness Whumpee knew about in their armour; under the armpit. The black blood from the beast sprayed Whumpee’s face and clothes, choking as the foul stench invaded his senses.
"I... I forgot." + whumper
answers coloured red are of my oc, walenty! they're a minor, so that's a minor whumpee-turned-whumper in an institutionalized whump setting. they're an interrogator. you have been warned!
1. “Pff..- Hahahaaa...” (Sigh) “Oh, Whumpee.”
2. “...what?”
3. “No you didn't, I’ve done nothing to make you develop amnesia.”
4. “Truly? That’s perfect, Whumpee. I can finally love you.”
5. “Have you? Or--” (Scalpel at eye) “Did you just not try hard enough?”
6. “Try again.”
how to play
full credits to @/seth-whumps for the idea!! avoiding actually mentioning them, but they're linked
Returning Home
Whumpee finally escapes. Or were they let go? They honestly aren't sure which. All they know is that they finally got everything they wanted, they're free. But something is wrong. It turns out whumper might have been right. The world is just a bit too big for them. It's scary, dangerous... overwhelming. Whumper was right when they warned them outside was actually less safe. Less comfortable. Less kind. Suddenly whumpee isn't sure they want to be free. Maybe whumper is keeping them safe after-all. Before they know it they find themselves back where they'd just escaped, on their knees in front of whumper. Words pour out of their mouth, begging and sharing and emotional dumping, and just pleading, pleading whumper to take them back in, where it's calm and quiet and there's simple rules, with simple results. They'll do anything. They're so so so sorry they left. They're sorry they didn't listen It had just gotten too much, it hurt too much, and they just wanted to stop hurting. They didn't mean to leave, they didn't mean to put themself in danger. They just couldn't handle all the feelings anymore. Please all they're asking for is a little more kindness and they'll stay forever. They'll do anything, anything, whumper wants.
Whumper watches them, cold, expressionless, for almost half an hour. They listen to whumpee plead and sob and cry until their throat is sore and their mouth is dry. And then slowly, they nod. "Welcome home whumpee dear. Of course we can be more gentle, if you finally understand your place. I only ever was correcting you to keep you safe like I told you. If you're finally willing to learn better, it's wonderful to have you home."
That night, for the first time in a long time, whumpee didn't sleep on a floor. They fell asleep on whumper's bed, curled up to their chest, shivering as their touch starved body and affection starved brain curls up tight and close. Not caring that this is the monster that had been torturing them for months. This was their proper owner now afterall. They hadn't been lying. They had been keeping whumpee safe. And the arms around them felt too good. A soft bed. An arm tucked around protectively. A belly full of Chinese takeout. Whumpee doesn't know if they escaped, or were let go. All they know is they're home finally now. They drift to sleep in Whumper's arms. Safe.
Bingo: Non-Con Drugging
From @a-crumb-of-whump’s interrogation bingo card!
Warnings: restraints, non consensual drugging, cursing, captivity, mentions of electrocution, needles
Words: 498
Whumper flicks the side of Whumpee's head with a huff of annoyance, going back to reading their book.
Whumpee ignores the brief sting of pain, weaving their fingers together and fixing their eyes on the floor. "Why are you.." They mouth the words to themselves, barely a whisper escaping them, before they take a short breath and speak properly. "Why are you so.. mean to me? I don't know what I did. I don't ever know what I did. You're always upset with me."
"Because you're annoying." Whumper answers without missing a beat, turning the page. They feel Whumpee's eyes hovering on them, though, so they roll their eyes and close their book. "Because I don't like you, Whumpee. I don't know how you ever got it in your head that I do." They reach up to pat Whumpee's cheek patronizingly. "But I keep you around because you're useful, and I don't throw away things I have a use for. So be a dear and get supper started, will you? Make up something creative tonight."
After a pause and a frown, Whumpee stands up to do just that.
Whump Idea #1
I know I’m new to this community, but like I am already doing the contributioning! I might even use it myself!
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The whumpee is human, but wasn’t before. Ya know like the reverse of that idea of the whumpee being human and then becoming inhuman. The whumper is excited about the changes taking hold in the whumpee, but the caretaker/comforter that stumbles across the whumpee isn’t so much. All throughout this the whumpee is having a crisis of identity since they’re reminded of what the whumper done to them always. After all, it’s difficult to change someone’s species.
The stranger, pt.2
EEEK okay this is very late, but this is for @mmm-yes-potato for requesting a part two for my favourite villain so far this is for you!
Part 1 here
I hope it’s worth the wait!
Enjoy!
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When the stranger had brought Vigilante back to their house, Vigilante had hoped they’d just knock them out, but the stranger didn’t.
They didn’t lay a finger on Vigilante. Just told to follow them and stay silent, no stopping anyone on the way there either. No way to alert anyone to help. Just follow along like a puppy.
So when they finally stopped in front of a house Vigilante was painfully awake. All they could do when the Stranger invited them in was glare at them with all the hate they could muster.
The stranger dipped their head, that infuriating smile on their lips as they said, “Please, come in Vigilante. I insist.”
That familiar feeling settled over Vigilante’s mind and they wanted to scream as their foot lifted against their will and they stepped inside the Stranger’s house.
The minute Vigilante crossed the threshold they had obeyed the command and the fog lifted. The moment it did, Vigilante lunged at the Stranger and caught them around the waist and the pair went rolling.
Vigilante got on top of the stranger and started wailing on them. Fist crunching nose, jaw, cheek anything it could reach, trying to knock the bastard out but they still smiled up at Vigilante. The stranger reached both hands to Vigilante’s jacket collar and bucked their hips, rolling until they were on top.
Vigilante let out a frustrated huff through their nose and threw their fist up at the Stranger but they caught their wrist with quiet, firm confidence and it was as if a vice had clamped down on Vigilante’s wrist. Vigilante tried to yank it back but it didn’t budge and the stranger just kept smiling.
“Fuck you!” Vigilante spat, clicking their thumb and index finger on their free hand and a flame grew in the palm of their hand before engulfing it and reaching over to grab the Stranger’s hand keeping theirs captive.
“Ah, ah, vigilante. No powers.”
The flame extinguished just as they grabbed the Stranger’s hand and Vigilante wanted to cry. The stranger grabbed their other wrist and quickly pinned their wrists above their head and waited patiently for Vigilante to accept their fate and stop struggling.
“LET ME GO YOU PRICK!” Vigilante screamed, but the stranger just shushed him.
“I see you’re going to be as difficult as possible,” the stranger said with a soft lilt to their voice.
“That’s kinda what happens when you kidnap people.”
“I could take your memories,” the stranger mused, taking pleasure in watch the realisation dawn on Vigilante’s face. “But then you wouldn’t be as fun. No, I got something else in mind, dear wannabe hero. Something far better.”
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The stranger didn’t do anything to Vigilante for the last three days. They had however set some ground rules: no leaving the house without the stranger’s permission, no burning down the house, no use of vigilante’s powers on the stranger or any of the strangers guests ever - that one vigilante had nearly laughed at. They couldn’t use a power even if they tried, they were borderline useless without another powered individual near them to leech off, and the last person they had touched before the stranger was some half powered loser trying and failing to rob their local pharmacy.
Vigilante scoffed, they were the half powered loser. At least the fire guy had his own source of power. But the stranger didn’t know that Vigilante was borderline powerless, even more so now against the stranger. Which is why it was so weird that other than those rules the Stranger basically let vigilante free around the house. They let them eat when they wanted, which was anytime the stranger wasn’t in the kitchen, and sleep where they wanted. That one Vigilante hadn’t trusted them on so they slept in the living room on the couch closest to the door if they needed to run.
“Seriously?” the stranger had asked when they saw vigilante asleep sitting up. “There’s a perfectly good guest room on the second floor.”
“Yeah, which is exactly where you want me to sleep, isn’t that it?”
“I just think it’d be more comfortable,” the stranger shrugged, casually leaning against the door frame. “I mean, you’re going to be here for a long, long time, Vigilante. You could at least be comfortable here, I’m not a monster.”
“You ordered a child to kill themselves in front of their parent. Tell me again your not a monster.”
“That’s different,” the stranger said waving the comment away. “That was to make a point. Wouldn’t you say the many lives the mayor has taken from innocents justices a life being taken from him?”
“They were six,” Vigilante said through gritted teeth.
The stranger tilted their head, “So? What does age have to do with how much value is attached to a life?”
Vigilante stood at that. Said so cool and callously as if discussing the weather or a hypothetical child the stranger had tried to murder.
“How many children has the mayor’s corruption killed, Vigilante? Hmm?”
“That’s different than him killing the children himself.”
“If he did maybe I’d respect him more,” the stranger said with a dark look in their eyes and an edge in their voice. The stranger pushed off the doorframe after stunning Vigilante into silence. “He gets to hide behind policy, and the greater good and can get away with murdering hundreds, and you look at me and tell me I’m the monster for attempting to murder one? What makes him different than me? What makes his child’s life worth more than the parents in the Dregs, hmm? Tell me.”
Vigilante looked into the stranger’s eyes, dark and deep and shining with some kind of divine retribution that made them think that what they were saying wasn’t crazy.
“I’m not here to debate philosophy,” the Vigilante said eventually, voice measured. “Murder is murder. It stains your soul. His karma will come around eventually.”
The stranger smiled a small smile, then it grew wider, showing teeth and they started to laugh. Vigilante watched as the crazy person threw their head back with a riotous kind of laughter as of Vigilante had said the funniest thing in the world.
After they stopped they wiped their eyes and said: “That’s a good one, has a nice ring to it.”
The stranger stuck their hand out then, that dazzling model worthy smile on their lips. “Nice to meet you vigilante, I’m Karma.”
After that the stranger tried to get Vigilante to go upstairs but vigilante refused so the stranger brought down pillows and a duvet for them and left them to it. Vigilante couldn’t get the look on the stranger’s face out of their mind as they spoke of the mayor and their child, even when they closed their eyes it was there, haunting them until they fell asleep.
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On the fourth day, Vigilante woke up before the stranger Karma, and slipped into the kitchen to make some coffee before they woke up.
“It’s still weird having you in my house,” and Vigilante jumped at the voice, knife in hand and turned in a second to see a sleepy Karma in their pyjamas in front of them. Karma smiled a lazy smile. “Your reflexes are good, not great. You didn’t even notice me in the room.”
“Shut up. It’s early,” vigilante grumbled.
“You should have a shower. I’ll wash your suit. You haven’t gotten changed since you’ve been here.”
“I’m not taking off my mask.”
“I didn’t ask you to, just your clothes so I can wash them. You’ll get them back but I don’t want you stinking up my house.”
“Marvellous. How about you let me go then?”
Karma smiled at them. “Nice try.”
Vigilante turned back to look at the kettle then, waiting for it to boil. On the one hand they felt disgusting and wanted a shower so bad, on the other… well, they still wanted to shower. The stranger hadn’t made them do anything they didn’t want to, and in a strange way, Vigilante knew they wouldn’t.
But then why were they keeping them here? Against their will? Why go through the fuss of it?
“Fine. I’ll have a shower.”
“Good. There’s clothes in my wardrobe you can borrow.”
Vigilante nodded, made their coffee and went to the stairs. They paused at the first step, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but then shook their head and climbed the stairs.
The water was warm and Vigilante scrubbed their skin raw and was down a few minutes later, hair wet and sticking to their mask. The stranger was still in the kitchen, sitting at their counter eating breakfast all very domestic.
“Here, take your mask off. Use this instead.”
“No.”
“I won’t look, Vigilante. I promise you. I don’t care who you are. It doesn’t bother me. Just so I can clean your mask too, come on.”
Vigilante looked down at the mask Karma had slipped over to them. It covered their face, yeah, but what else would it do? Vigilante remembers the villain who strapped bombs behind masks that terrorised the city for weeks.
“No,” the vigilante said. “I already cleaned mine. I didn’t want it dirty after I had a shower so I’m okay. Thank you.”
“Wow. I didn’t know you could be so mannerly,” Karma mused and took the mask back.
“Well I’m not usually this friendly with kidnappers. But you have been reasonable so far.”
“Mmm,” the stranger hummed, eyes bright. “So far. Speaking of… I have a small meeting today. You’re coming with me.”
“I don’t—“
“Ah. That wasn’t a request, vigilante. You’re coming with me, and you will be on your best behaviour, won’t you?” Karma asked, smiling as if they hadn’t just compelled them to do exactly that.
“I fucking hate you.”
“Mmm, not yet.”
When the stra— Karma, left the house Vigilante tried to stay behind. They really did, and they managed it for a time. Then the pain set in, as if an invisible rope was tethered between Karma and them and tugging sharply, strangling their waist and they cried out and was forced to follow. The closer they got to Karma who was waiting in their car, the lesser the pain became and they hated the smug, patient smile that was on Karma’s stupid face the entire time.
“What? You don’t want to blindfold me or something?”
“What’s the point when I can just tell you to forget and you will?”
Vigilante huffed in their seat and said nothing the rest of the drive that brought them through the city and out towards the docks. In the city, Vigilante rolled down their window and was about to scream for help when Karma told them to be quiet and Vigilante obeyed. Tears of frustration forming behind their eyes making them want to scream at the stranger.
They got to the old cannery and the stranger stepped out and said: “come along,” like Vigilante was a dog and Vigilante again, obeyed, like a dog.
“This is all very supervillain-esque,” vigilante told Karma and Karma laughed.
“The highest praise coming from you,” Karma replied easily. They walked from the cannery through the docks before they met a group of people nearer the pier.
“Ah, there they are. I was wondering if you’d show up at all, old friend,” a man in his late fifties said, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked like the villain from the old professor Layton games, tall and stalky with a big moustache and black hair.
“Not to fret, I was just dealing with the problem we kept encountering on our sacrifices surviving.”
The older man looked to vigilante, eyes shrewd despite his slightly haggard appearance. “This the problem then?”
“Yes. Our little hero. Well,” Karma said turning to face Vigilante. “Our little wannabe hero. I intercepted them right before they told the actual Heroes about a little pattern they had noticed.”
“Did you now? And the hero?”
“Oblivious as all heroes are.”
“Fuck you,” Vigilante spat and Karma smiled. The older man let out a shocked laugh.
“Quite the mouth on ya kid, let me guess, you grew up in the dregs, hmm?”
“Let me guess, you’re a dickhead too?”
“Mouthy and unflinching even in the situation you’re in,” the older man mused. He took a long drag of his cigar and exhaled a lungful of smoke, looking at Karma then. “Just your type.”
“I know,” the stranger said. “But we’re here for business, so shall we?”
“Right, yes. Well first off is DeVines, she caught one of her rookies growing a conscience and running to tell a hero about it.”
A woman stepped out of the crowd, tall and blonde her face obscured by her black and white domino mask and behind her she dragged a shaking boy behind with his hands cuffed behind him.
Vigilante made to step forward, but Karma was faster, glancing over his shoulder, his swirling eyes ensnaring Vigilante’s and Vigilante wanted to scream for meeting their vertigo inducing gaze.
“Stay,” they said. Vigilante’s feet stuck to the floor.
The boys face had been beaten to a pulp, all purple bruises and little scratches. They couldn’t see out of one eye but Vigilante realised with horror that they recognised that stupid haircut, even with all the blood and dirt matting it. At the moment the boy recognised Vigilante too and stepped towards them.
“You- you! You’re a h-h-hero,” they stammered, voice raw and broken. The vigilante’s heart plummeted to their stomach and they went to reach out but Karma grabbed their wrist and held it down. “Please- p- please. I don’t wanna die. They’re going to kill me. I thought they were my family. They said they were going to hurt me if I didn’t please help me.”
“He’s just a kid,” Vigilante said, almost pleadingly to Karma who didn’t look at them.
“Just a kid who crossed the wrong people,” the woman said, her voice low and coloured with a sadistic glee that she had rooted out a traitor to their cause. “What do you wanna do with them boss?”
The question was directed at Karma who regarded the kid for a moment. They looked at Vigilante then and went to stand in front of them. Vigilante looked away from their eyes, they knew exactly what the stranger was going to say and they couldn’t. They couldn’t hurt a civilian. Even one who wasn’t entirely good.
Karma grabbed Vigilante’s chin and forced their head up to look Karma in the eyes. Vigilante saw a brief second of that swirling abyss and shut their eyes. “No. No. No. I won’t listen.”
“Open your pretty eyes, Vigilante,” and Vigilante did. Was one second all it took for Karma to enchant them? To bring them under their spell? Karma was smiling, they had them now. “You won’t move a muscle during the rest of this meeting. You can scream, and cry and beg me to stop, but I won’t. Understand? I won’t take your voice, however, same rules — no yelling for police, or heroes or help, because it’s not coming, understand?”
Vigilante was shaking, their bottom lip quivering as the command took hold, the dense fog settling over their mind scrabbling all thoughts except that one.
Obey.
As Karma stepped away from Vigilante and walked over to the rookie villain with a conscience.
Obey.
As the stranger told someone to release the fire boy’s cuffs.
Obey.
As the stranger blocked a desperate punch from fire boy, caught their wrist, twisted it, bending their arm back until it snapped like a twig. The boy screamed, trying desperately to pull their useless arm back to them pleading mercy.
“KARMA STOP!” Vigilante cried, voice desperate and far too high. Karma looked over their shoulder at vigilante, a vicious smile on their face. Vigilante would have taken a step back at that smile. That crazed sadistic smile, but their limbs wouldn’t move. The more they tried to break free, the more the fog descended and their mind turned on them.
Obey.
“Hero please-“ the boy mewled after their hand caught fire and tried to burn Karma. Vigilante begged again. For a life they weren’t above begging. This wasn’t murder, this was torture. “Karma please let him go. Please. Stop. Don’t kill him, please! PLEASE! PLEASE!”
Karma punched the boy, extinguishing his flame, knuckles cracking against his cheek then kicked the boy to the ground where he tried to scramble back but was surrounded by Karma’s fucking sycophants.
Karma turned to Vigilante, blood on their knuckles and cheek, which they wiped away smearing the blood over their cheekbone just under their eye. Vigilante wanted to run. They wanted to get sick. Their entire body shook with the terror flooding through their veins.
This is the person that kills children, Vigilante reminded themselves. The image of Karma imprinted on their mind’s eye, and they forced themself never to forget who this person was.
Sadistic and cruel.
A monster.
Obey.
Karma walked up to them then, pressing a bloody hand to Vigilante’s exposed jaw, tilting their head up to look at Karma in the eyes.
“When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” They said, voice thick with dark pleasure and amusement that Vigilante wasn’t privy to.
They pulled their hand, sticky with fire boy’s blood, off Vigilante’s face and turned to their crowd of devoted followers.
Vigilante tried to memorise their faces too.
“I’ve decided to have mercy, my friend here swaying me to be a better person.”
There was a chorus of boos, but the frightened boy’s eyes went to Vigilante then and he was shaking and crying, and said thank you over and over and over again.
“So, rookie. Look at me,” and Vigilante could tell there was compulsion in his words. “You’re going to forget this. You’re going to forget how you broke your arm. It was a work accident is what you’ll tell the doctors and nurses in Central Hospital, isn’t that right?”
“Ye-ye-yes, sir.”
“Good. Then, once they’ve healed you…” Karma looked over their shoulder to vigilante and it froze vigilante to the spot. This wasn’t the sadist karma looking at them anymore. It was the calculated stranger from the roof who was brutal in an unfeeling kind of way and wormed their web of words through Vigilante’s ears until they lost their freedom.
Karma’s eyes swirled and Vigilante screamed:
“COVER YOUR EARS! DON’T LISTEN TO HIM! SING OVER HI-“
“Vigilante, silence.”
Vigilante wanted to scream. Their eyes filled with helpless tears as the boy started backing away with one good hand on the ground, and started singing and screaming until the stranger told them to shut up.
“Once they’ve healed you, I want you to walk to the Mayor’s office. Ask for an audience and make it convincing.”
Vigilante screamed, but not a sound came from their lips. “And when you get into the mayor’s office I want you to take this gun—“
Karma held up a hand and DeVines gave him a hand pistol. “And I want you to blow your brains out in front of him. If you can’t get an audience, then you blow your brains out at the reception desk in city hall, you understand?”
“Yes sir,” the boy said, crying now. Snot running down past his lips.
“You understand why you’re being punished now, right?”
“Ye-yes sir.”
“Good. Tell me Why?”
“I betrayed you sir.”
“The heroes can’t help you.”
“No, no sir,” the boy sniffled. Karma looked back at Vigilante and the boy followed his eye.
“Are you happy I didn’t kill him now?” *~*~*~*~*
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