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Finch || Hoping to write! || They/Them || Requests are Closed || Superhero (Hero/Villain) Whump, Medical Whump, Lady Whump. Please do not send me gore-related content.

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Hello! My name is Finch. I’ve been in the whump community for a while, now, and am always glad to see new faces around. Here’s a bit of info about me!

- The vast majority of what I write is villain whump! Some of my favorite tropes include restraints, dehumanization, and pet whump.

- Not a minor, but my blog is still mostly SFW

- Gore and body horror are my main squicks. Please do not send me anything regarding these topics.

- Aside from these squicks, please feel free to send me any prompts, magic anons, command prompts, or anything else. If you send in an ask on anon, please be specific about your prompt, as I will be unable to follow up with you for details.

- I wouldn’t consider myself as especially active in any fandoms, as of now

Below the cut are all of the series I have written or am currently writing, as well as a link to my non-series masterlist.

Villainsicle

Villain should have known.

When a villain decided to attempt to steal a macguffin from the local hospital, they did not know that it would turn their life upside down. Now recovering from a bout of hypothermia, they are captured by a team of heroes, who soon come to find that this villain’s past is deeply intertwined with their own.

Magician’s Assistant 

When Villain was captured, they expected torture. Interrogation. Not to be trained to perform. Now treated as a dog on a stage, what will happen when they are rescued by some less than trustworthy caretakers?

Signal

Once, Signal was lucky enough to have a normal life. After sprouting wings, however, they have found themself the prisoner of a pair of doctors, living in a cage.

Gilded Cage (Finished)

Captured by a team of heroes, Villain finds themself set up with comfortable accommodation. Too comfortable. Little does the public know, they’ve been tortured into performing for the heroes, pretending that they’ve been “redeemed.” Yet, when a suspicious journalist joins in the mix, everything goes upside down.

Nemesis 

The Specialized Criminal Rehabilitation Unit of Organization. A miracle in supervillain rehabilitation. Yet, one patient has never left. When Hero is informed of this by a mysterious Hacker, they decide to take things into their own hands, and turn the city into chaos in their wake.

Call Me

Leader had promised an inescapable prison. What they created was a torture chamber. When Hero finds Villain, utterly broken, in a glass cell, they decide to take things into their own hands.

Hexbolt

Hex has been in their cell for so long. When an offer comes for them to escape, how can they possibly refuse?

The Center

Villain had expected prison. They hadn’t expected The Center. No, nothing could be worse than The Center.

Villainous Recovery Center (Finished)

Villain fought tooth and nail not to be captured, nearly getting themself burnt to a crisp in the process. When they wake up, however, they find that the rehab center they so feared is a lot more like heaven than hell.

Only The Eyes

Villain has messed up one too many times. Now, they’ve found themself in the place they always thought was an urban legend. Will they spend the rest of their life as a statue? Or will a certain Nurse take pity on them?

Villain On The Doorstep

A new program to capture every last villain in the city. And Villain is the first target on the list. The example. They were never supposed to escape.They were never supposed to wind up on Supervillain’s doorstep.

New Rehabilitation Techniques

If pain doesn’t work, why not try something else to fix a villain? But perhaps the solution worked a little too well.

Rat Race

November, 2021 Nanowrimo! And also a series focused around a traumatized hero and a paranoid villain. When Dr. Roberts goes on the run, will anything be able to bring her down?

The River (Finished)

When a vehicle accident leaves Hero and Villain both plunging to the freezing water below, who will wind up taking care of who?

Villain Collapsing Into Hero’s Arms

Villain had expected to be killed-- It was why they ran so fiercely. Then, they collapsed, and awoke. They were not dead. Rather... They were taken care of.

Coerced (Prompt Series)

A series of prompt lists, centering around a villain, coerced into working for Supervillain-- Up until they’re captured by the heroes.

One Bed (The Motel)

A Hero and a Villain. A storm. A motel. One bed. What could go wrong?

Supervillain and Civilian

Most people would be terrified, to have a supervillain collapsing on their doorstep. But Civilian has a duty to their patients-- Even if most of them are dogs.

Hero Forced To Watch

Hero should’ve been the one punished, not Villain. And, yet...

Supervillain and Villain

They weren’t villains, not anymore. Now, they’re at the mercy of a Civilian. And the world.

“It Was Hero”

Villain had always wanted a child. Now, they might have one.

Waking Up

Everything seemed so nice. And then, Villain and Hero were right back where they started.

Bad Caretaker

Whumpee thought they were safe. They thought they were finally safe.

Hero’s Coma

Villain does not want to leave, not even after visiting hours. They can’t sleep. They can’t eat. They’re so, so tired. But it doesn’t matter, not when Hero can’t wake up.

Dying Hero

Hero knew they were dying. Just let them die, please, just let them die.

The Trophy Room

A villain put on display, a danger, shown like an ornament.

Villain Breaks

They shouldn’t have been able to be broken. They were a villain! Yet, without sleep... One can only go so far without sleep

Non-Series Masterlist

These are all of the pieces of writing I’ve done that belong either to shorter series or to no series at all. I’ve decided to categorize them based either on series or type.

[heros-whumper]

Roleplay Server Interest Check - Canary in the Gene Pool (Name subject to change)

Hello, all! This is an interest check for a hero/villain whump Discord roleplay server. Specifically, one inspired by X-men, and more specifically, the ideas of mutants.

The server would revolve around OC mutants (and non-mutants!) in a city that doesn't know what to think of them. Play as a mutant, a non-mutant, a hero, a villain. Anything you'd like! And, of course, there will be lots of whump!

For now, this is just an interest check. Interact with this post if you're interested. Reblogs highly encouraged!

[heros-whumper]

Seems like there's some interest, so DM me for a link!

[heros-whumper]

Roleplay Server Interest Check - Canary in the Gene Pool (Name subject to change)

Hello, all! This is an interest check for a hero/villain whump Discord roleplay server. Specifically, one inspired by X-men, and more specifically, the ideas of mutants.

The server would revolve around OC mutants (and non-mutants!) in a city that doesn't know what to think of them. Play as a mutant, a non-mutant, a hero, a villain. Anything you'd like! And, of course, there will be lots of whump!

For now, this is just an interest check. Interact with this post if you're interested. Reblogs highly encouraged!

[heros-whumper]

Roleplay Server Interest Check - Canary in the Gene Pool (Name subject to change)

Hello, all! This is an interest check for a hero/villain whump Discord roleplay server. Specifically, one inspired by X-men, and more specifically, the ideas of mutants.

The server would revolve around OC mutants (and non-mutants!) in a city that doesn't know what to think of them. Play as a mutant, a non-mutant, a hero, a villain. Anything you'd like! And, of course, there will be lots of whump!

For now, this is just an interest check. Interact with this post if you're interested. Reblogs highly encouraged!

[whump-a-la-mode]

Do you have any prompts for how to condition a whumpee without leaving scars? That way, they don't have anything to point to later to say "look, they made me do it"

"They- They made me- I didn't have a choice!"

"Didn't have a choice?"

"You don't know what I've been through!"

"And yet, you look just fine."

Conditioning a Whumpee without Leaving Scars:

CW: Starvation, dehydration, electrocution, shock collars, pet whump, dehumanization, nudity

(I thought it'd be fun to write this as a fake "how to" guide, so that's what this is)

Perhaps your whumpee is an important figure: A diplomat, a celebrity, someone that needs to appear in the public eye. Or, perhaps, you simply prefer the stealthy route. Blood is so hard to get out of clothes, after all.

There's plenty of ways to condition a whumpee without leaving marks! Some of pretty common, while with some, you need to use your imagination a little!

Let's start with the basics: Food and water deprivation are your friend! Don't forget solitary confinement as well. Whumpees are so feeble, just lock them up alone for a few days, no food or water, and they'll be moldable in the palm of your hand.

Of course, you can't starve them forever. Once they're recovered enough to fight back, they'll just go right back to trying to escape, and that's no good, is it?

The next step is rationing. Feed them, water them, but only enough to keep them alive. Another fun option is sleep deprivation. Blare constant noise, or use a rotating group of guards or assistants to make sure whumpee's eyes never shut. Make them beg for sleep, even just an hour, half an hour, fifteen minutes. A tired whumpee is an obedient whumpee!

Of course, those are your basic options, but they don't work for all cases, or for all whumpees. So, let's move on to some other options that you may find useful.

Electrocution, if applied correctly, doesn't leave marks. Shock collars are a great option for disobedient whumpees.

Stress positions are another great option, but be careful not to break any bones! Tie those knots tight!

Heat and cold are also good options. Lock your whumpee in an ice chest or a sauna, or your best equivalent of either. When they beg for warmth, switch them to the sauna. When they beg to cool down, throw them in the ice chest!

There's also all number of chemical substances that can be used to help condition your whumpee. Chemical irritants can be applied to the skin to cause incredible discomfort, though beware, some leave temporary red marks. Try applying some irritants where your whumpee can't reach, or just tie them up and cover them in the stuff! This makes a great interrogation tactic, too.

Finally, we come to my favorite option: Some good, old fashioned dehumanization. All you need is a cage, a muzzle, and a collar and leash. Oh, and a whumpee, of course! Lock them in the cage at night, keep the muzzle on and all times, and be sure to punish them if they ever think about walking somewhere without their leash on. Oh, and they can forget about things like clothes, they won't be needing them.

Food and water out of bowls on the floor, no bed or any comfort, unless earned. Even the strongest of whumpees break within a few weeks.

Good luck on your conditioning journey!

[fineiguessimintowhump]

in my days, scientists were getting kidnapped and forced to work for their captors left and right. nowadays you can't even get a decent "I need you able to think, I don't care about your legs. "

[dont-be-gentle-please]

I'm all for tough and cruel whumpers with their living weapon or living punch bag whumpees. But what about whumpers who genuinely think they are helping whumpee fulfill their nature or have an easier life by controlling their every movement (and maybe even every thought). Whumpers who will scold whumpees a couple of times before resorting to punishment, who will pull beaten and bloody whumpee in their lap and talk them through what was wrong with their behaviour. Whumpers who make sure their whumpees are fed, exercise and sleep well– even if that means giving them sleeping pills.

[artistic-freedom-enjoyer]

I love whumpees that are also the bad guys.

The good guys capture whumpee, there's no misunderstandings, whumpee is actually a criminal, no matter how hurt or neglected or malnourished or traumatized they are, they still deserve the cell, the handcuffs, the manhandling and the invasive examinations.

[yougivemewhumperflies]

Villain Whumpee being hospitalized and subject to the mercy of doctors and nurses who know all too well what their patient did.

A nurse inconveniently missing the vein for the IV multiple times.

“Rate your pain.” “…Eight.” “Two? I’ll let the doctor know to lower your dose.”

Being sedated whenever Whumpee gets too “aggressive” even though they’re trying to communicate that they’re in pain.

Whumpee asking to talk to the doctor, but getting “They’re busy helping people who deserve it.”

Meal trays being left on the table, just out of Whumpee’s reach.

The room is set cold, lights left on. They don’t bother giving Whumpee a blanket.

Once Whumpee is walking, the humiliation and dread of asking to be uncuffed from the bedrail just to use the bathroom.

Pressing the call button, but no one comes for hours.

And then that one heart-of-gold nurse, or even Hero, finally comes to check in on them.

Finding Whumpee with bruises all over their arms, shivering on the bed with their wrist attached awkwardly to the bedrail.

Even though they’re usually stoic about pain, Whumpee is writhing on the bed, desperately trying not to make too much noise for fear of being sedated again.

Seeing the cold food on the tray, hearing Whumpee’s stomach growling.

And then the caretaking.

“Oh dear. What have they done to you?”

Nurse immediately putting in a request for pain meds, even though it’s the middle of the night and the doctor on shift is a pain to work with.

Bringing Whumpee a couple of warmed-up blankets and tucking it around them. Patting their back, “There. That’s better.”

Nurse sneaking Whumpee their own sandwich because the cafeteria is closed and “You need more than jello.”

Scrolling the computer, “They sedated you twice today?!”

Or Hero seeing it all and deciding that Villain Whumpee would recover better at their own house. Don’t ask how they get the painkillers.

Whumpee: ”This is why I said, ‘No hospitals.’”

[daggers-and-dangers]

Task Force Eclipse

Callie and Xavier: Part One

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(TW: dead body mention, gore, blood mention, acid burn, panic attack, vomit, implied murder, nudity mention, vulgar language)

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Callie hefted her bag over a shoulder and gave herself a moment of hesitation before she knocked on the doorframe of Special Agent Kane’s office. A grunt from inside invited her to step in, glass walls giving her little privacy from the stares of other officers at her back. The officers she was working with, as of now.

Agent Kane’s office was well-furnished, if impersonal; the desk was empty of any souvenirs or photos, and the only touch of humanity seemed to be the half-finished cup of coffee on the expensive, paper-strewn desk. The man himself had barely spared her a glance when she entered, but as she sat across from him in one of two rather comfy chairs, he looked up from the report in his hands and gave her a small smile.

“Detective Morgan, it’s great to meet you,” Kane said as she nudged her bag with her foot, tucking it closer to her calves. The agent brushed his papers to the side and gestured for one of the officers lurking not-so-covertly outside to come in with a flick of his fingers. “My name is Special Agent Arthur Kane, and I’m honoured to have you on this task force.”

“The honour is all mine, sir,” Callie said, adjusting her navy blazer, if only to give her hands something to do. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. “I must admit, I was a little startled to receive the order for this task force—rarely is my skillset needed for things like this.” She was usually stuck taking coffee orders from the other detectives, who had no qualms about bothering her, due to her ‘useless’ position. After all, the promotion given to her had been purely honorary.

The officer from outside, a tall, dark-haired man in his late thirties, stepped into the room at that moment, and Kane gestured for him to also take a seat on Callie’s right. “Well, you’ll find we have a peculiar assignment, Detective. There are seven people on Task Force Eclipse, and all of them are focused on separate aspects of this threat, reporting back to me. You,” he gestured with a hand to her, “will be working closely with Special Agent Griffin to trace any DNA we find and identify the chemicals our killer is utilising—he’s a skilled chemist, I’ll tell you that much.”

Callie gave a grim nod, glancing at her new partner out of the corner of her eye—he was unfazed, looking so bored she wondered if the city’s safety really meant so little to him. “How fortunate that chemistry is right up my alley.”

“Well, then, you’ll fit right in with us.” Kane dismissed them both with a hand, his gaze on the officer at Callie’s side. “Griffin, introduce Detective Morgan to the rest of the team.”

She stood as her partner nodded, lifting her bag back onto her shoulder. Agent Griffin stood with her, although he offered no handshake and didn’t even acknowledge her as he led the way out of Kane’s office and into the main room, where seven desks were stationed all mostly facing each other.

“This is the team,” Griffin said, gesturing to the faces drawing their attention to her. Callie smiled at them, unsure of what she should do with her hands. Luckily for her, Griffin continued the introductions. “Everyone, this is Detective Callisea Morgan, who flew out from New York this morning.” He tilted his head, letting Callie take the lead. She took a half-step forward, trying her best not to grimace at the sudden attention.

“Hi.” She hefted her bag higher on her shoulder, trying not to hit her new partner with it. “I’m honoured to meet you all.”

A lanky woman raised her hand, shooting Callie a crooked grin, “Nice to meet you. Detective Julianne Santos, LAPD. I specialize in Robbery/Homicide, and worked five years in Gang and Narcotics before my transfer. I’m more on the physical side of this team, along with Reilly—” a nod to the man on her left, “—so you won’t see me in here too often.”

Santos had barely finished when the man nearest Callie, light-haired and tall, raised his hand in greeting. “Special Agent Phillip Knight, cybersecurity and cyber crimes. Me and Special Agent Monroe will be working together on our killer’s digital tracks.” He pointed to the desk closest to him.

“Pleased to meet you, Detective. Hunter Monroe, at your service.” The man she presumed was Monroe smiled, running a hand through his black hair. That left only the woman who had barely looked up from her papers to introduce herself, sitting the furthest away from Kane’s office.

The redhead looked up at the sudden silence and smiled politely, her fingers tapping silently on her desk. Although her words were polite, she clearly had more important business to get to. “Special Agent Taylor Sterling, from the LAPD. It’s great to meet you.”

“Sterling’s got seven years of undercover work,” Knight added with a grin at the redhead, who was rolling her eyes, “though she’s too humble to brag about it herself.” The others chorused their faint agreement.

Griffin turned to Callie, eyes sparkling with mirth at Knight’s words. “And I, as Agent Kane already told you, am Special Agent Xavier Griffin, FBI. We’ll be working in the lab together.”

“Great!” Callie turned to her new partner. “Shall we go, then?”

She and Griffin—Xavier—turned away from the team, who had quickly returned to their own assignments, and he led her down the hall, towards a lab that wasn’t too far from the main office but that definitely had its own personality; compared to the mess of papers and desks of the team’s main space, the lab Callie and Xavier had been assigned was perfectly clean, its white walls lined with shelves and cabinets that were stacked with anything they could ever need.

“This…” Callie turned in a circle, surveying the space. She was breathless. “This is ours?!” This was larger than any federal lab she’d ever seen, considering her own in New York was practically the size of a broom closet.

Xavier, his back to her, turned to raise his brow. He was clutching a manila folder to his chest, utterly unimpressed. “Yes…?”

“It’s gorgeous.”

“I… guess?”

He strode forward and let the folder drop onto the nearest countertop. “These are the three bodies that were found in the past three weeks. Each one was killed the exact same way, with a complicated chemical formula that burned through each victim’s skin. It’s our job to figure out exactly what the killer used to achieve such results and hopefully create a neutralizer, although that is secondary.”

Xavier had opened his mouth to continue, but Callie spoke first. “Show me the pictures. Before we do anything else, I need to see the victims to assess.” She came closer, their shoulders nearly brushing as she leaned over the folder, waiting for Xavier to open it.

After a beat of hesitation, he did, pulling out the first handful of papers and reports. He thumbed through the forms slowly, his body stiff, eyes trained on his hands, until the first picture came into view. Bright, full-color, a photograph of a man.

Callie set a hand on her stomach to settle the churn of nausea that rocked through her. She’d seen plenty of bodies, in varying states of decomposition, but this… bile rose in her throat, cutting off her ability to speak.

The picture was a close-up of a man—or rather, the remains of one. Although the head, torso, and part of an arm had been mostly preserved, scraps of bloody clothing clinging to the skin, the rest of the victim's corpse had been burned away. The burns were severe, destroying the epidermis and leaving half-torn muscles clinging to bone on full display. Half of the man's entire skull was visible, the other half covered in burned layers of skin.

Blood and…some strange white-green liquid clung to the ground around the body. The places where clothing had survived were bare of it. A quick look at the body was all she needed to check that the victim's injuries were not induced by fire.

That isn't fire; it's acid.

Acid.

As in, someone had poured acid all over a man and watched him writhe in pain. Had watched him scream and plead and beg for mercy, and had chuckled. As in, someone had—

Had—

Callie tried to inhale, but she couldn’t feel her lungs. The world was blurring to faint colours around her, and the only clear thing she saw was the photograph, melding together with another moment in time, a memory she hadn't ever thought she'd be forced to recall again. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”

Xavier’s hand appeared on her shoulder, and his voice sounded around her, but everything was dull past the sound of blood roaring in her ears. All she could focus on was the photograph. Oh my God. How can this be happening—

Callie grabbed for the file, scattering a few photos across the counter until she saw another close-up. One of the dead man’s wrist, strangely intact, although she skin around it had been burned to the bone, the inside of it—

Oh my God. Callie reached for the nearest garbage can as more bile rose up her throat, burning. She didn't have the strength to swallow it down, and her meager breakfast quickly found a new home as she heaved.

When she was done, Callie looked at the picture again, as if it would change before her eyes. If only she could be so lucky—the man's wrist, the inside of it, was tattooed with a string of all too familiar words. Words that made her head spin as she looked at them again.

An exact copy. Years had passed, decades, even, and yet these were the same words she'd seen the first time. Oh my fucking God.

Omnes hic insanientes sumus.

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[jordanstrophe]

The process of un-binding a terrified whumpee.

Having someone hold them still as they drill/saw a chain off.

Untying them gently to reveal bad bruises and cuts from weeks of fighting.

Whumpee staying still until the second their restrains come off.

Restrains that are actively hurting them.

Rescuers know the restraints are the only thing keeping everyone safe, so they leave them on until sedation kicks in, or whumpee collapses from exhaustion.

Having to move them from chains right on in strapping them down on a gurney.

Whumpee pulling themselves to the end of their chain to keep distance from the strangers in uniform.

whumpee who has to be dragged out of a hiding spot by the chain.

Weak restrains that didn't do much, but it didn't matter because whumpee was kept in an exhausted/drug state to even try anything.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

"How'd I get to this place?"

Whumptober Day 23: Zipties

thank you @daggers-and-dangers for lending me Callie!

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Failed escape attempt + psych whump my beloved…

[the-three-whumpeteers]

The whumpee had been seen as the villain for as long as they could remember, even if they tried to make friends or act the way people tolerated. The whumpee just wanted someone. The whumper found it too easy to just scoop them up with the promise of someone who cared.

[whumpy-daydreams]

One of my favourite tropes is when a whumpee is on the run from some kind of large group (government, private military, whatever).

Perhaps they can hear sirens getting closer, perhaps they think they might have escaped, but they're still running, trying to get far enough away to find somewhere to hide

They turn a corner, only to come face to face with the very people they're trying to avoid. Do they surrender when faced with the impossibility of escape? Or do they turn to run the other way - only to be met with more people blocking every exit.

Now surrounded, do they fight back? Going down kicking and biting even though there are too many people to fend off? Or do they slowly raise their hands, too exhausted from running.

Maybe someone forces them to their knees, maybe they're marched into a waiting vehicle at gunpoint, maybe they're knocked out before being dragged away.

But at the end it was always useless trying to run.

[artistic-freedom-enjoyer]

Whumpee, who managed to escape from their captors before passing out, wakes up in a hospital with relief before noticing that they're handcuffed to the bed. They made it back to their team, yes, but it feels like a bad dream, the team is somehow dead convinced whumpee betrayed them.

Whumpee is back in their familiar environment, but nothing is the same, they're being treated like a villain, and no matter how many times they beg and promise they don't know about anything they're accused of, their friends have become their captors with stone cold faces.

[whumpitisthen]

Manacles on the mind. Characters that are restrained so often that they have shackles around their ankles and wrists, and a big heavy metal collar around their neck. Never allowed to take them off. Always one padlock and a length of chain away from being hung off the ceiling. Ankle chain peeking out from under the bed covers, wrist manacles locked together, heavy collar made heavier with chains leashing them to a metal loop in the floor, literally chained to their desk, bruising under the metal that was so tight at first but nowadays clinks against protruding bones with every shift. Lasting marks that never go away.

give them some heavy metal jewellery theyll like it and more importantly theyll look so so pretty and it will be much harder for them to forget their place and they will grow used to the constant pressure and even when taken off they will find it weird not to have their shackles and collar on and they'll feel anxious and naked and will want the little bracelets whumper gave them back and please put some heavy restraints onto a pathetic quivering little guy who looks like he couldn't lift a single pebble on their own for me its like enrichment for them and especially me its my enrichment do it for me i must feed