Summary: An arrogant Supervillain is captured by another group of criminals who want to prove he’s not as powerful as he thinks he is. In a twist of fate, he is found and taken in by people he has done nothing but hurt in the past.
Winter themed whump! Recovering whumpee is bundled up nice and warm by Caretaker, and they manage to have some genuine fun in a snowball fight. However, while Caretaker and Friend known to be careful with Whumpee, they didnt think about accidentally preventing each other from doing so.
When Friend surprises Caretaker from behind while Caretaker throws another snowball, it hits Whumpee. And of course, in panic, Caretaker may have thrown the chunky, hard-packed snowball harder than they intended.
What happens when Whumpee collapses to the ground and begins to cover their face? Do they think it's part of the game? What happens when they realize Whumpee is crying, mid-flashback of being whipped and hit?
...Will Whumpee ever be convinced that they never meant to hurt them?
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Whumpee was discarded by Whumper, when they were not quite broken, but close, and boring. Many months later, Whumpee finds Whumper wracked with illness, shivering in the cold, and restrained by the arms and neck to a lamppost, head dropped and eyes barely registering anything. Whumpee has to sit down for a long while before the shock goes away enough to free Whumper, whose first sound is a raspy groan as they fall on top of this 'stranger" who carries them home.
Whumper wakes, extremely dizzy and very feverish, in Whumpee's sleeping bag- all that Whumpee has to give. Their tiny apartment is barely furnished. One chair and one table, a bathroom, a kitchen, and an empty space that should have been a living room and bedroom. Whumpee kneels by them, placing a cool cloth on their head, though they don't speak besides explaining how they found Whumper. They flinch back at the slightest movement, and Whumper realizes they're still very timid.
Whumper is also whiny and unreasonable as they're delirious, groaning and begging for things that just aren't possible in their condition, though they are never intimidating or violent like they had been. Whumpee gives everything they have except when they know it will hurt Whumper, and softly refuses the things that would hurt him.
It's only as Whumper recovers that they realize that Whumpee isn't just sleeping behind the kitchen counter on the floor. They're sitting up, rocking back and forth, worrying constantly for most of the night. And when they do manage to fall asleep, all Whumper hears are tiny whines and hiccupped sobs muffled by the blanket they hold close to their mouth.
Only they're sniffling and sobbing in anticipation of the beatings they will get for refusing Whumper the things that would have hurt them. Still expecting pain despite saving their former captor and keeping him safe even as he tried to insist to them.
And now Whumper decides: Does he mention it in the morning? Does he wait and listen again? Does he cross the barrier of the counter to comfort Whumpee?
Or... does he claim his refurbished toy?
Whumper better claim his fucking REDEMPTION ARC. And comfort Whumpee. I will accept no other ending
Slipknot isn't really partial to any holidays (yet) quite aside from his typical nefarious plans, he had no one to spend them with, and thus, paid them no attention.
Music tag game~ thanks for the tags @riverlett-arboreal @whumpsday @blood-is-compulsory @cryptidwritings happy y’all thought of me ^.^
Rules: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.
W: Wires - The Neighbourhood
H: House of Wolves - My Chemical Romance
U: Ultra Violet - Thouxanbanfauni
M: Memories Faded Interlude - 88GLAM
P: Party Monster - The Weeknd
Q: Quarantine Clean - Turbo, Gunna, Young Thug
U: Ukrajina - SWEETBOYBLONDEY
E: Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead
E: Everyday - A$AP Rocky
N: Nanana - My Chemical Romance
No pressure tags: sorry for any repeats — @whumpshaped @brutal-nemesis @emmettnet @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @straight-to-the-pain @suspicious-whumping-egg @whumpy-bi @ghostsinthecloset and anyone else who wants to <3
T- Thought Crime - Yorushika
H- Hang ‘Em High - MCR
E- Evil Food Eater Conchita - mothy
W- Wrath of the Termite King - The Scary Jokes
H- Haine&Kleine - Nilfruits
U- Under Attack - ABBA, covered by Brian David Gilbert
M- Muddy Marmalade - Nilfruits
P- Project Ma - mothy
E- Everything Is a Lot - Will Wood
N- Nugirenu - Doctrine Doctrine
T- The End. - MCR
H- Hungry Nicole - Nilfruits
U- Under a Technicolor Sky - Will Wood
S- Space Oddity - David Bowie
I- I’m Not Okay - MCR
A- Against the Kitchen Floor - Will Wood
S- Self - Will Wood
T- Teenagers - MCR
tagging @purple-heart-x @oddsconvert and anyone else who wants to join in!!
As they walked through the mineshaft, Theo blinked his good eye rapidly as he gingerly prodded at the cut across his face, trying to determine the severity by touch alone. It carved across and through his left eye, across the bridge of his nose, and only just barely missed his right eye by a quarter an inch below. His left eyesocket dripped, a semi-viscous fluid draining from the torn flesh of his eyelids, and a dull burning pulsed with his heartbeat. The edge of the gash tapered down from his cheek bone to his jaw and let a flap of skin peel back if he didn’t physically hold his cheek together. Every inhale was a struggle, blood and swelling from his broken nose suffocating him, but he kept his focus forward. Fresh blood seemed to trickle free from the forming scab whenever his explorations were too rough, or whenever it damn well pleased, because periodically he licked his chapped lips and tasted blood or felt droplets roll down either cheek and collect at his jaw. He didn’t dare try to open his left eye, not for fear of the inevitable pain but for fear of what he wouldn’t see. So instead, he studied his captors in front of him.
Falcon and Watcher stayed no more than a solid three feet ahead at any given point. He knew this because he knew Watcher’s skill level. He knew her abilities, he’d honed her ability. Watcher could keep his wrists securely bound together with a single energy shield at any distance under a meter. The indignity of the march and the pain spreading throughout his body was mitigated only by watching Falcon’s gait waver slightly, one wing drooping and feathers ruffled, and how Watcher held an arm around her broken ribs.
Good, he thought viciously. She’d cracked more than a couple of his with her mini-explosive stunt, and this whole cave-in was her fault for not controlling the blast. He’d taught her better than that.
They came to an abrupt stop at a fork and Theo stumbled. His left leg buckled beneath him, leaving him half choking on a gasp of pain as instinct took over. His hands flew to support his knee and smeared the blood from his face over his ruined pant leg. The sudden shift in position had his wrists tugging against the sharp inner edges of the shield and slicing open the skin there. More blood trickled free, warm dripping down to his fingers.
“Fuck this,” Falcon grumbled and stopped short. Watcher paused, looking over at her in confusion, but the winged hero had already turned and stalked over to Theo.
Theo forced his spine straight. Being almost a foot taller than her, he smirked down at her, the only position of power he had left for the time being. She barely even came up to his shoulder and the pathetic way she postured her wings, extending them just enough to loft them just over Theo’s height, only served to prove her discomfort.
“We’re fixing your face,” Falcon announced, and for a moment she didn’t make any sense at all.
Then Watcher grabbed him around the throat with a noose like shield and yanked him down. Legs crumbling beneath him, something like wet, fiery glass exploding in his left knee as something cracked and shifted that had no business moving, he cried out sharply. But that was all, and then he merely glared at Watcher with fury blazing in his eye.
The awkward lighting from Watcher’s energy shields and Falcon’s sudden fistful of flame threw the scar he’d given his young protégé into sharp relief, two narrow slices along her cheek under her right eye shadowed heavily.
Next Theo turned his glare to Falcon as she brought her other hand closer to his face. The damn shield locked around his neck tugged him forward and off balance, leaving him to brace himself on his hands and knees. Immediately Falcon took hold of his jaw with an iron grasp, fingers too warm as she angled his face whichever way she wanted him to face. Still, out of the corner of his right eye he kept his furious gaze locked on Watcher.
The girl practically radiated egotism and cold satisfaction. He knew that look, and he knew it well. She’d worn it while working beside him. She’d never turned that expression on him before.
“I’d hold still. Wouldn’t want to put your eye out,” Falcon taunted. For a moment she allowed him his confusion, and then she ripped his ignorance from him by pressing her burning fingers along the edges of the cut.
It stank of burning meat. Of tanning leather mixed with something sickly sweet and cloying.
He grit his jaw, his only defense to keep from howling, and roughly curled his fists as tight as humanly possible. Making ragged, animalistic growls in the back of his throat, Theo arched his back. He tried to jerk out of Falcon’s grasp as she methodically cauterized the gash across his face, working from his jaw toward his eye. When finally the time came, his right eye filled with tears and furious rage.
“Almost done,” Sabrina said, as if she were doing him a favor. Then, she pressed her thumb to his ruined eyelid.
It sizzled. It actually sizzled. This time he did scream, and this time he did manage to throw himself backwards from her hand. Writhing on his back he pressed his fists to his forehead, not daring to touch his face again.
He was still struck supine and the stench caught in his throat but slowly he dragged himself upright again, or at least into a less pathetic state. Dizzy with shock setting in, chills rolling through his body, Theo took his shirt in hand and tore strips from it. First haphazard along the hem, then with more care from the sleeves as his mind went from completely numb under the haze of agony to tingling with fire. He continued until he had a small pile. And then he ripped from his pant leg next.
Falcon and Watcher kept their quiet to themselves, too calm by far for his paranoia’s sake, but they kept their distance and he kept them in his (limited, too limited- it just now struck Theo that any vision he might have kept, she took, Falcon stole from him) line of sight. His hands trembled and tying knots became an exercise in patience, but he carefully wound the fabric along the curve of the gash, tying it tightly at the back of his head. Even just the faint pressure of the fabric was almost too much to bear, but he knew that an infection would only prove worse. It slipped and it took several attempts just to keep the bandaging from rolling off either direction, or from the knots to untie. One loose strand fell from his temple and hung by his jaw. He knew he looked ridiculous. He felt ridiculous. He felt miserable.
Drawing in a steadying breath, he unwound the whole thing again, careful not to get any charred flesh on the fabric. Theo swallowed down bile and pain by the mouthful and kept his attention on Falcon and Watcher, who conferred with each other over potential paths through the mines.
Again, he glared at Watcher. Rage pounded against the bandaging around his ruined eyesocket.
Theo knew he should have let Courtney die in that garage.
stoic/defiant whumpee who, after long, long periods of torture, finds some insignificant thing to care about. Clutching it to him as his only source of comfort. Whumper soon finding it and, while Whumpee is no longer useful, still wanting to see just how far he'll go. Rescuer finds him brutally beaten, nearly delirious with fever, and clutching said item. His eyes don't open, but his mouth does. "Please. I-It's not worth a-anything and i-it's burnt already but I need it. P-Please don't take it." His voice cracking as he says, "I earned it. I- please, I EARNED it." So ashamed to admit his one obedience to whumper, but too scared of losing the item to stay quiet. Bonus points if Rescuer is someone who knew Whumpee before and witnesses him, for the first time, bursting into tears and clutching item closer.
Ow. Right in my feels. Poor Whumpee. Let them have their item!
Poltergeist/ghost type creature is assigned to haunt a certain house and its inhabitants. It finally decides to do so, making its appearance the most frightening and horrifying one possible, but when they steps out, the house's inhabitant is on the floor ankle handcuffed to the floor and barely moving. They do move, though. TOWARDS the ghost. The ghost is shocked at the starving, dazed person, but it soon sees that they're completely sleep-deprived. Their eyes begin to flutter and they jolt, shocks running through their body as more numb tears leak out of their eyes. Whumper comes in to beat them, not even noticing that not one but TWO pairs of bloodshot eyes are watching them in horror. Ghost comes out after Whumpree receives a few kicks and hits, using their small bits of influence on objects to pry the collar open and off, before shutting the door with a bang. As they expect, Whumper comes running, furiously, only to smack into the door. It may drain their energy, but Ghost holds on, manipulating the lock and holding the handle shut. They turn to Whumpee, who watches them with a dazed expression, and in their terrible, horrible voice, whisper, "Sleep"
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