Hello, I’m Soda and this is my whump blog!! :D I go by they/she <3
My inbox is always open, which includes requests/prompts, and I’ll be hoarding them until I get the inspiration to write!
I’m really fond of a lot of different whump, but some of my favorite whump to write would have to be hypnosis/mind control/brainwashing, bbu, any sort of pet whump (which honestly infects most of what I post), hero & villain whump, vampires, and conditioning!
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☆Series☆
We Only Have Each Other
-Pet whump, dehumanization, hypnosis/brainwashing/conditioning, captivity, vampire whumpers, human whumpees, biting, torture, stockholm syndrome, captivity, memory loss, abuse, blood drinking, multiple whumpers and whumpees
We Search For Stolen Personhood
-Pet whump, Box boy universe/BBU adjacent, institutionalized slavery, recovery, dehumanization, past abuse, memory loss/amnesia, brainwashing, conditioning
Coming Back to Bite You
-Whumper turned whumpee, pet whump, vampire whumpers, human whumpees, hypnosis, brainwashing, conditioning, biting, blood drinking, torture, dehumanization, stockholm syndrome, captivity, memory loss, abuse
Seeing Me in You
-Pet whump, Box boy universe/BBU adjacent, institutionalized slavery, recovery, whumpee turned caretaker, dehumanization, past abuse, memory loss/amnesia, brainwashing, conditioning
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☆Drabbles☆
Villain with brainwashed family - brainwashing, captivity, hero whumpees, lady whumpee
Former whumpee with amnesia - amnesia/memory loss, implication of past abuse
Villain Whumpee & Mind Control Collar-Villain whumpee, mind control
Pet Serum -Pet whump, drugging
God Whumper & Immortal Consort Whumpee -God whumper, human whumpee, amnesia, brainwashing
Do You Love Me? -vampire whumper, human whumpee, hypnosis/brainwashing
Open Your Eyes
Open Your Eyes Continuation
-Vampire whumper & whumpee, hypnosis/brainwashing
Trapped -Villain whumpee, rehabilitation center
A Weak Mind -Brainwashing, Villain whumpee
The Box (A Weak Mind pt. 2)
Don’t Look -Bad caretaker, conditioning
Laughing Whumpee -Lady whump, choking, restraints
Amnesia Hero Continuation -Past torture, amnesia, Hero & Villain
Old Photos -Pet whump, conditioning
The Furniture -Pet whump, conditioning
His Number -Pet whump, conditioning, recovering whumpee
Your Name is Villain part 1
Your Name is Villain part 2 -Hypnosis, Hero whumpee
Fixed Part 1 -Pet whump, Hero & Villain
Fixed Part 2
Fixed Part 3
Rescued -Villain whumpee, brainwashing, amnesia
His Word -Hero & Villain, pet whump, Hero whumpee, brainwashing
One Week -Hero & Villain, Brainwashed Hero
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General Taglist- @softvampirewhump @kades-whump-stuff @phoenixpromptsandstuff
I’m actually going insane right now I kind of think I might feel like a guy but that is so not acceptable for family and I’m just like going crazy and I need to go to sleep
I LOVEEE living weapon whumpees that had a whole life before hand, but personally I love them more when they can’t remember it. When they are completely devoted to their work as a weapon of some sort, utterly obedient to their owner(s), but had an entire separate person they used to be. Maybe they know something was there, but there’s no use in remembering or they just are conditioned to not care. Maybe they think they’ve been in captivity forever, even if it doesn’t logically make sense. Ahhhh
I did this a long while back but I lost the post and wanna do a fresher one...
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Crazy idea what if in Nevan sired AU Gen turned to vampire hunting after he was kidnapped, and runs into him after he killed Ad and Darius and is a vampire himself. Maybe they meet in a grocery store, and he doesn’t remember her, but that’s not the problem. The issue is his uncharacteristic hostility, and she can instantly tell he’s not human anymore.
Watched sinners on the plane (couldn’t finish it but I’ll be watching again soon) so I’m writing some more sired Nevan AU tonight. Expect some of Malak asking to be fed from another time, saying he’s not in the mood, and Nevan getting pissed off❤️
cw: conditioned whumpee, aftermath of abuse, recovering whumpee, hypnotized whumpee, self deprecating language
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Malak was stupid. He knew it, Nevan knew it, everyone knew it. Adrastus knew it.
They only worsened it - made him even stupider. He didn’t know much, nothing of substance anymore, but he was at the very least sure of that.
He’d like to think he wasn’t before. When he failed out of school and cut ties with his family and got so easily captured by a vampire. Before. Now he was the same, just so much more dumb.
Lifting his arm to his cheeks, Malak wiped the building tears from his eyes.
Nevan did everything for him, in captivity and out of it. He cooked, cleaned, and bathed him like a child instead of a grown man. He said it was okay, that he would walk to the end of the Earth for him, but Nevan was always lying. Who would ever want to do all that for someone, let alone one who couldn’t manage to pay you back?
Malak couldn’t so much as make Nevan dinner without fucking everything up. Tomato sauce soaked into his top - the new one - staining it like blood. Noodles, wet and half cooked, scattered the water splattered tile.
And, just like a real idiot, he couldn’t bring himself to clean it, face wracked with sobs. Nevan would come home and say it was okay, speak him through it and clean it up because Malak obviously couldn’t do anything himself anymore.
A whine, grating and gurgling from his throat, sounded through the silence of the trailer. No one was there to pat his head, and speak soft coos of patronizing comfort that turned his head to mush. No one would be again, and Malak was especially dumb for missing it.
He shuffled further into his corner, the one underneath the table. If only he could be like Nevan, the one who took his misfortune and made something of it. The one who kept Malak going, aiding him in every little task he should have been able to do alone. But Malak was nothing like that.
Steps echoed on the porch, only keeping his tears flowing stronger. Nevan would lie, again and again, too nice for his own good. At the very least he should kick Malak onto the street for all he’d done.
As always, he didn’t. The door clicked open and closed, Nevan carefully bumbling around the door with a few bags in hand. Malak faintly remembered him saying he was going grocery shopping.
Malak couldn’t see past his knees though, and it was evident once he found the mess as he froze in place. “Oh.” He whispered, gently placing his things to the counter.
“Malak?” He called, tender and soft like he always was. Like Malak never deserved.
A hiccup fell past his lips, and Malak froze, hand clamped over his quivering mouth.
The pop of Nevan’s knees sounded as his legs began to bend, and Malak wound his eyes tight as one hand graced the floor, the other gripping the table.
“Malak?”
He was so fuckung undeserving. Nevan should be screaming in his face, full to the brim with anger and fury. Instead all Malak found was concern in those kind, brown eyes. He choked back a wail, and Nevan’s brows fell impossibly further.
He held his arms out, signaling yet another hug and yet another happy ending. “C’mere-,”
“No.” He snapped, and it’s just as sour as he wants it.
Nevan’s expression went wide for a second, before it fell again. “Okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t-,”
“Stop-,” Malak heaved a breath, wet and bitter in his mouth, “stop doing that!”
Nevan stayed confused, and it felt so good, and so very bad. “Doing, doing what, Malak?”
Sniffling back a cry, Malak stretched his soiled top between his hands. “Being, um, so, so nice.” He slurred a little bit at the end, words caving into a sob.
“Why?” Nevan whispered, settling into a seated position. He should be the one mad, and somehow it was always Malak - because he was the fuck up here.
“You, um, um, you’re always so nice, an’ you never get mad even when I’m dumb and mess everything up, and I don’t deserve it.” The tears kept welling up, as much as he hated that they did. Nevan would only see them and find another way to feel bad for him.
“Malak,” he started, calm as ever even when Malak could see the sadness poking behind his eyes, “you’re not dumb, and you don’t mess everything up. And, and you don’t deserve me getting mad at you, I, I mean did I make you think that-?”
Malak keeled over this time, face pressed against the tile. He was wailing and bawling like the dummy he was, and he couldn’t seem to stop it no matter how hard he tried. “You didn’t! You’re so perfect an’, and, I’m so stupid!”
“Malak, Malak, no, please-,” Nevan’s voice broke, and the guilt seized in Malak’s chest. “You’re, you’re not stupid, not at all, I promise-,”
“Yes I am! Yes, um, yes I am!” A gooey mess on the floor, Malak yelled and shouted at the one person that would ever tolerate him. “Just stupid, stupid stupid!”
“Oh, Malak, Malak, no please-,” both of them were crying, and Nevan grabbed at Malak’s hands as they attempt to tear at his own hair.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry, so sorry, Nevan,” he blubbered, soaked in food scraps. Nevan didn’t bat an eye, just curled him in close. “I’m sorry, so sorry I'm so stupid-,”
“Shhh,” he quieted, and Malak was simply reduced to just whimpers and whines, “it’s okay, it’s okay Malak, I love you. It’s alright. You’re so smart and wonderful Malak, I love you, you so much.”
for a captivity idea, maybe write about the day Nevan broke like how Malak did? maybe when Darius realizes that Nevan is much more keen to be motivated by praise rather than punishment—as Nevan can ground himself and battle through the pain or discomfort, but the moment concept of praise as a reward is reinforced he crumbles
WOHEO Masterlist
cw: brainwashing/conditioning, memory loss
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Heaving ragged, quivering breaths of distress and raw desperation, Nevan’s head beat and pounded hard on the walls of his mind, thus drowning him in thick pain. His lip trembled with timid haste as his teeth ran across the frayed tips of skin, hands shielding his susceptible ears.
“C’mon… be a good boy for master, won’t you?” Darius sneered, the faux sweetness of his voice eliciting horrified trembles down his captive’s spine.
Nevan wanted to be a good boy, really wanted to be a good boy, and such feelings no short of terrified him. He was slipping, so very wretchedly easily, and he was well aware of it.
One chill, slender hand snuck it’s way over his in the attempt to pry Nevan’s palm from his ear. “So tense, are you? Nothing to be afraid of, really. It’s only Master.”
Nevan’s brain could not help but scatter, just for a moment upon his master’s magical words. How could he possibly resist? His eyes were quick to glaze over, lids draping and vision twisting blurry. Nevan turned to his master, limbs drooping. Just as he had wanted.
“Good boy, so good.” Darius cooed, sounds Nevan knew so well we’re fakely kind and dripping with humiliation, but in the moment he simply leaned into the scratch of slick nails below his chin. His mind swirled in a flurry of pleasure, keening toward his master, as if the vampire was tenderly reeling him in with his song-like voice.
“You want to be good, right? Even better?” Oh, how he wanted to be good. “You must listen and forget, Nevan.”
Forget.
Forget?
“F- for… get?” Nevan whispered, meek and small on his knees. His master merely nodded.
“Yes, pet. Let Master work his magic as he drys your little brain of all the pesky memories that are no longer useful.” No. No. “Then, Master might just name you as the most pathetic pet of them all. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
Nevan recoiled, coming back to himself an inch, baring his teeth in defense. He did not want to forget, especially at the mercy of Darius. Could not. Who would? Not Genevieve, not Amara, not his parents, not his friends-
“Hey.” Darius returned, puckered lips beating simmering breath right over his skin. “Calm down. Listen to your master.”
Nevan mewled the slightest of a moan in response, shoulders buckling as an immense shiver of bliss overtook him in an instant. His expression swiftly dropped slack, in contrast to the poorly upheld smile of Darius’ that gradually twisted into that of a grimace.
Listen, listen, listen.
“Hush your head for me now. You can do that, can’t you? Your thoughts are running dry, gumming up and fogging until all you can muster up is your master.” Nevan’s brain complied in full, dissipating until all he could manage to focus on was his master’s wondrously heaven full voice. He sighed in befuddled contentment. “Just relax, letting my calm wash over you and drown you in its hold.”
Maybe, even while pathetically whimpering with pleasure, Nevan could still…
Still resist…
Alas, he was already nodding along and smiling, fight fizzled out at the flick of his master’s tongue. Defiance seemed so unreachable, such a distant idea he could not reach through the cotton plugging up his brain.
His master grinned, the faintest taint of a smirk infecting the tenderness of his spell, dripping just the slightest of sour. Even so, Nevan was quick to melt in his seat with eagerness to obey his every word.
“Your feeble mind is being so easily thwarted, terrible memories stolen away and taken where they will not return. The horrible memories that hurt and only exist to bring you pain. Master is taking them away, isn’t that just nice?”
Nevan nodded along with an empty head, no idea of what he could be agreeing to, almost as if dancing to the hum of Darius’ voice. “Mmm… um, thank, thank… you…”
Fingers snuck their way over the human’s chin, clutching his flesh and strengthening his nod. “You don’t know anything, Nevan, not anymore, do you?” Darius sneered, smugly.
That wasn’t right. Was it? Nevan knew lots of things. “N- no, I… do…”
“You don’t know your friends, your family, no one.” Darius stated, so matter of fact Nevan could not help but digest his nonsense. Yet, he still knew it was nonsense.
“But… um, but…” His master’s speech failed to make any logical sense. Nevan had so many people who loved him, and he knew them very well. His mind was scattered into puzzled pieces, confusion coating every half baked thought that ever so slowly crossed his path.
“Because you don’t have any of that, Nevan. No friends, no family, no one but Master. You don’t need anyone else.” The last bit was whispered like butter licking Nevan’s ear, lips so close his master was nearly kissing his skin.
“O- oh. Oh… Master…” His chest tensed with stinging anxiousness. His brain in it’s entirety was settling into Darius’ magnificent grasp, growing horrifyingly, but at the same time blissfully, fuzzy.
No friends…
No… family…
No… um, no…
Nevan swallowed. He… didn’t have any of that. Did he? It was dreadfully hard to search for any memories of such things, which sparked a light of faint fear to stir and contort with bitterness in his belly.
Even so, Darius’ voice was like a ringing in his ear, reverberating and echoing like that of a holy god. “You can’t remember anyone but Master. Everyone else, all of the painful, irrelevant people dissipate from your head, leaving emptiness in their wake.”
Empty. Empty, empty, so very empty his mind was, connections growing thin and snapping off into the abyss of the vampire’s talk. There was someone there, right? There had to be. “Don’t… know… can, can’t… ‘member…”
Expression twisting with wickedness, his master firmed his clasp over Nevan’s chin. “Who can’t you remember, Nevan? Who don’t you know?”
So desperately he wracked his brain, as much as he could in such a pitiful state, blockades standing tall and firm. “Don’t, don’t, um… dunno…” Nevan’s brows furrowed, eyes pricking with timid tears. “Can’t… don’t… um…”
“Hush. Good boy. No one is left in that tiny head of yours, is there? Nobody left expect for Master.”
“Master…?” Nevan was so confused about everything said in that moment, but he still knew his master well. That was all he needed, was it not?
The vampire hummed in approval. “That is because, my pet, there has only ever been your master. Your pathetic, little life has only been filled with you and your master, from beginning to end, with not another being to interrupt. Isn’t that right?”
“Y- yes… Always… Master…” The fact circled its way around his head, plastering to the walls and fitting into its spot between his gears. It made perfect sense to Nevan, not a single other person coming to mind beside his master.
“Always and only, Nevan.”
“Only… Master…” He’d always been with his master, hadn’t he? Just the two of them… right? Except, somehow, that was wrong. His stomach churned and bubbled, red hot feelings subdued by his previous conditioning snaking free. “But, um, no… no, no, no-!”
“Let go, Nevan, to the grip and truth of my word. Let go of your mind, let go of your pain, and give it away to Master.” Darius pressed him to the wall by the head, smooshing him as far as possible into the concrete.
“N- no! No, no!” Master was wrong, master was very, very wrong and he could not for the life of him place why. Something had to be wrong, even under the weight of such heavenly sensations, because Nevan could simply feel it deep inside of his shivering bones.
“Yes.”
“No! No, no, no! No!”
Nevan no longer knew why he was holding on, why he was so terrified to obey his master. He was utterly unable to unstick his hands from his ears, or to uncurl his shaking frame. Something was missing, maybe many things, but he could not possibly say what. There was only an overwhelming sense of something he could not place, only recognizing the feeling that, even against his master, Nevan must disobey.
“Let. Go.” His master snarled, vibrant with authority and commandment. Rich with force and strength, impossible to fight with.
After holding so dearly on for the last bit of life, the last bit of fight, the last remaining tie to string together Nevan to himself broke.
A swift snap, it went.
He let go of a ragged wail, scratching from his throat and caving in to his master’s will. He released his own inhibitions, his complete accord, releasing the hurt of his own wants. His figure slumped to the wall, drowsy drool dripping from his parted lips, overcome with mind melted exhaustion.
After a time of silence and a pounding brain, slow, careful fingers dipped over Nevan’s dropped, gasping head, calling his remaining conscious back to his master. The touch was pleasantly soft, picking him up from near unconsciousness with pleasure.
Hooking another finger under his human’s chin, Darius met his unfocused gaze with satisfaction. “Pet, tell me, might you have any friends? Any family?” His voice was hushed and tender, gracing Nevan with muddled honey.
It took him a beat of quiet to process the inquiry. “Uh, um….” What an odd question. Did he? That sounded off. Nevan scoured his mushed up mind, unable in the end to make such a strange connection. Faintly, he shook his head. “N- no… no…” Why did the admittance claw at the gentle strings of his heart?
His master simply huffed a content chuckle in response, palm dancing down his thrall’s cheek and sending him spiraling. “Wonderful.”
Does sired Nevan, even though he’s angry, slow down when it comes to Darius’ new thrall. He’s going to destroy it, it’s too far gone to leave, but he doesn’t do so violently.
The thing is scared, and he does feel remnants of empathy as he distracts it from their master before softly guiding them down and away
Terrified was how he looked in his stupid little dress. Nevan didn’t get a dress anymore - simply scraps of ugly things his master supplied him with and nothing else. His was Nevan’s former one, and as much as he hated to admit it looked better on the new thrall. Darius said so, too many times to count.
But they were scared, so frightened by him, and Nevan didn’t give a fuck. He stepped closer, closing in on whatever his idiot name was, blood curling his ripped up remains of clothes. Adrastus fought more than he’d prepared for, clawing at his shirt and skin, but it was alright in the end. Nevan got the job done.
“Master, p- please-,” he whimpered, holding a black blooded, rotting corpse close. He was more lucid than Nevan had seen him for some time, yet still under a terrible spell. “Master, help, master, I need y- you-,”
Nevan knelt to his level, and the thrall flinched away. He refused to use the vampire body as a shield, rather using himself to save it. It was cute in a way. On the other hand, it should’ve been Nevan, whether on the edge of death or still under a trance, it should’ve been Nevan.
The anger welled in his chest, pulsing in the place of a heart. He didn’t let it show in his face - he’d gotten good at that. Darius never once suspected how jealous he’d gotten, or how many times he’d fantasized the whole group’s deaths.
What a stupid man.
So very slowly, the thrall weeping wildly, Nevan tucked his hair behind his ear. The thrall curled away, still blubbering. “Shhhh…” Nevan soothed shakily, and the thrall’s eyes went distant in an instant.
“N- nooo, master, m- m- masterrr…,” he whined, quivering cold.
Nevan cupped his cheeks, the thing like a ball of mush in his blood stained hands, and they smiled to each other - Nevan first and the thrall dully following. His lashes fluttered dumbly, groaning softly as he savored Nevan’s touch.
Nevan would kill him.
With so many possibilities of torture running about his mind, he couldn’t help but place a peck to the human’s forehead, one he cherished with a mewl. He could tear his face right off then and there. He could twist his throat off. He could rip his heart out and eat it before him. So many ways to get it out of the way, to do the thing Nevan wished someone had done for him. So many ways to pay back the stealing of his spot.
“N- Nevannn…,” the thrall cheered, sleepy and out of it. The way Malak had. His fingers, gloved yet wet with insides, found their way over Nevan’s own.
Nevan bit his lip, hard and snarling. The pet only seeked his warmth further, gracefully falling to his lap, corpse in hand.
When Nevan went to separate it from their master, he cried pathetically. “N- no, ngh!” Tears clouding his face, power lifting if only in the slightest.
And Nevan stopped.
Petting the thrall, speaking him through it with a gentle, mind melting tone, Nevan led him along with little it’s ok’s and it’s alright’s. Maybe he even ran his fingers through Darius’ remains of ginger strands once or twice.
He was gone before either of them knew it. He never noticed - at least Nevan hoped so - as his breathing ticked to a stop. Until the rise and fall of his belly ceased, Nevan only thought of him to be asleep.
It wasn’t difficult, it was what Nevan wanted to do for a long time. So why was he crying? He didn’t feel bad, but tears blurred his vision and collected at his chin.
He was easy to bury. Luckily the spot where Nevan had been was still open, so he reused it. He swapped the thrall’s clothes too, to be that of which he probably would have been more himself in. Maybe he would have liked them.
Nevan only prayed a little bit, said a goodbye with that angering ache in his stomach. Of course he couldn’t remember if he was ever religious, but he certainly wasn’t now. If there was a God, one that allowed all this to happen in the first place, Nevan certainly wouldn’t be speaking to such a monster. It was only an attempt to hope for the thrall’s best wherever he went after.
I can’t write AGHHHH… this is so sad I miss being active on here :( I just have like. No thoughts to put here… I wanna try and answer some asks but I don’t even know what to say
Kinda sorta just started a possible new story?? Are we hype??
It’s basically a really big actor (film, television, that sort of thing) has beef with another guy in the field who’s always been extremely rude and egotistical. Unlikeable guy (Warren) was the first to ignite the animosity by being an overall dick anywhere they run into each other (auditions, call backs, interviews, events of any kind) which Clark (charismatic actor) doesn’t take.
Warren has a deep rooted jealousy against Clark, and their conflict only gets worse when they’re cast in the same movie. Clark has no idea what this guy’s problem is, and doesn’t really find out until Warren kidnaps him :)
Warren has a whole lot of connections that keeps him unable to be a suspect for the most part, even if it’s a huge media scare that Clark just suddenly goes missing, even when he’s literally chained up in Warren’s house in the middle of the city.
Warren does a lot of stuff I haven’t totally figured out, but the big thing is that when Clark is eventually released (which he planned on doing from the beginning) Warren has made it so he can’t be in the field any longer. Warren tattoos (brands) him, scars him on the face and body, and pierces him all over. Not only that but the intense psychological pain helps that plan as well.
I’d like it to be that Warren gives him a new name as well, like Clark is playing a character the whole time, who eventually becomes him in a way? Idk I haven’t completely figured it out yet. When he’s released into the world, it’s a huge news scandal and he’s hounded so hard by paparazzi. He’s taken in by his best friend Harvey, who knew him as a kid.
That’s what I’ve got so far and I’m very excited >:3
I need to write but idk what. If anyone has any requests (preferably hero & villain) right now I can’t guarantee I will do them but I need inspiration… please…
Hear me out, villain that hypnotizes hero who’s main schtick is being a detective/smart into losing all access to any IQ points
cw: brainwashing, pet whump
“You look very cute all tied up.” Villain waltzed about the shadow of their lair, concealing their slicked back hair and signature smile that smooshed their red flushed cheeks. A stomach churning display of a twisted mind.
“Cut the shit, Villain.” Hero spat, restraints holding them tight in place, not a single opening for escape. Villain was much too experienced for that. “What do you want with me?” Their voice was shaky and cracking, an aspect they couldn’t manage to conceal.
Villain’s high heeled boots click clacked into the light of a single bulb, slightly yellow and dim. “Don’t play dumb, silly Hero. You know what I want.” Dancing about the room, they made a point to be as touchy feely as they pleased. “I’m sure you know all about me.” Their hand lingered at Hero’s forehead, almost as if they were dipping into their skin, snaking around and picking through their brain, freezing it in place-
“S- stop-!” Hero shrieked, cracking through the quick fuzz of their mind.
“Hey, don’t be scared.” Villain cooed, almost paternal, sliding a palm down their enemy’s face to cup at their chin. “I’m just doing what you asked, getting straight to the fun part.”
“Not-,” As much as they could - which wasn’t a lot - Hero warily shook off their caress. “Stop, please.”
Villain was unpredictable. Their power was versatile, their imagination endless. So many other rescued Heroes had come back irreversibly changed, completely different, they’d seen it themself. Were they destined to the same fate?
“Don’t worry, Hero.” With a chuckle, Villain cupped Hero’s face in between their hands, tapping their own forehead to that of their enemy’s. “You won’t feel a thing.”
Hero wriggled about, only tightening the leather straps. “No! N- no! No, no, please!” They begged, doing their very best to ward off the tingle inching forth from the back of their mind.
“Shhh, dear, calm yourself. You’ll feel all nice and sweet in a moment.”
Sucking in a gasp, a switch in Hero’s brain switched the instant Villain’s fingers caved into their temples, pausing them in place.
Hero couldn’t think.
Twisting and turning, moulding their foe’s mind, Villain moved in circular, tender motions about Hero’s skin. Ever so carefully they allowed their calming energy to flow through their hands and into Hero’s brain, soothing them into momentary docility.
Hero’s lips hung open, drool dripping and soaking into their attire like a faucet. Bliss concealed their terror by tenfold, blurring their senses to a background tingle.
With a soft, song like hum, Villain carved through their patient’s mind with ease. Picking and prodding with their power, they modeled them to perfection in a mere minute.
As fast as their power overcame, it washed gone.
“Isn’t that better?” Stepping back, as if to admire their work, Villain studied Hero’s quivering lip and fearful gaze. Hero’s breath went shaky, wriggling their best in confusion. “Hey now, there’s nothing to be afraid of, don’t even worry. I know you’re all confused, but I’m only here to help, okay?”
Tears clouded Hero’s gaze as they flailed and begged to their captor with intelligentless eyes. “Nngh…!”
“Well we can’t have that, can we?” Villain pouted, closing in on their delectable looking prey.
With the flick of the wrist they curled their hand into the Hero’s locks, scratching gently at their scalp. Hero’s worry was gone in only a second, relaxing with idiocy. “Oh how cute! You’re like a little puppy.” Villain giggled, as Hero’s foot began bouncing with pleasured excitement, eyes rolling till barely anything but the whites showed.
“I can’t believe I finally got my hands on you,” they started, continuing with their finger’s venture about Hero’s hair, speaking words they were no longer smart enough to understand, “this is a delightful day, isn’t it? We’ll have to see if your teammates feel the same now, won’t we?”
Whumper sat in the chair, motionless. They knew full-well that tugging on their restraints was not going to work, nor would screaming or pleading. It never did.
They'd done this countless times, to others. They had been part of this institution before, this process, only until now, they had been on the other side. They had been the one breaking others. Now, they would be broken.
They didn't know what they had done to deserve being part of a sort of… lay-off. But they knew they deserved this. They believed in karma, and theirs was bad.
The door opened, and their boss— former boss walked inside. "Good evening," they said, and Whumper numbly nodded their greeting. "As I'm sure we both know, you know what's coming. It won't make it any less effective." Whumper nodded again. "No special treatment for former employees."
"Why?"
"Why, because equality matters to me."
"Why me?" they corrected. "What have I done?"
Their former boss smiled at them. Polite, distant, perfectly detached. "I might have been your boss, but you know, I have my own superiors. These decisions aren't made on the low levels."
You could've spoken up for me died in their throat. As they stared at their former boss' smiling face, they knew. Even if they didn't say it, they'd had something to do with them getting 'fired'.
Well, it didn't really matter, in the end.
"Shall we start?" they asked, and Whumper hung their head.
"Yeah," they mumbled. "I guess the sooner we start, the sooner we end."
Their former boss walked over and hooked a finger under their chin, tilting their head back up. "Don't act like this now. I know you have an arrogant streak. You may even be thinking, 'this whole shebang won't work on me'. But don't worry — it will."
evil hive mind crab bucket mentality. every time one hero snaps out of it/realizes what they're doing is wrong they're corrupted and dragged down all over again by the rest of the controlled heroes until they can't remember why they fought back. over and over ad infinitum.
I wish more stories portrayed hypnosis like the altered state of mind that it is. It'd be hot.
For example, sometimes hypnosis is portrayed like: "Character gets hypnotized. They're fully aware, but can't stop themself from obeying the villain's commands. They're forced to just watch helplessly."
And sometimes it's portrayed like: "Character is basically asleep inside. Totally out of it. Once they snap out of it, they have no memory of what happened."
But I like the in-between. It's underrated and hot af:
Whumpee is just aware enough to know they're hypnotized. But they're too hypnotized to care that they're hypnotized.
Snapping out of hypnosis, rather than being like waking up from unconsciousness, is more like like suddenly snapping out of being drunk or high.
They remember being hypnotized. They remember feeling relaxed, and blank.
But they didn't even try to disobey, because trying to avoid being obedient when you're hypnotized is like trying to avoid being stupid when you're drunk.
In hindsight, you regret stupid things you did and said while drunk. But, in the moment, all your brain could do was go: "Hehe I feel silly."
