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Masterlist

Look at me, finally going an actual masterlist (never thought I'd get this far).

Anyways, these are my preferences, and this abomination is where the whole blog started (pure self-indulgent over there, so don't expect too much)

And, to keep this short, my prompts can be found in the my prompts tag and other snippets I've linked below (wow I'm so good at introductions)

June of doom 2025

June of doom 2 - "I'm worried about you" (Gruff Superhero mentor reveals they care more than they show. More at eleven)

June of doom 8 - "How many fingers I'm holding up?" (Your average "Hero shows up injured on Villain's doorstep" scenario)

June of doom 12 - "It's no use." (Superhero locks Hero up in a cell. Supervillain is also there)

June of doom 18 - "How long have you been like this?" (Villain fucked up and put their trust in the wrong people. It's up to Hero to help their sorry ass)

Whumptober 2025

Whumptober - Alternate prompts: ziptie and "Oh. Oh." (Hero will do anything to save Vigilante. Villain doesn't like it.)

AI-less whumpober 5 (Torture, Withholding aid, "How do you want me to punish you?") (Shocking news: Villain makes the situation worse so Supervillain has to get creative)

AI-less whumptober - alternate prompt 10 (“Get yourself out of here! I’ll be fine.”) (Rogue tries to get Hero to safety after a mission that went horribly wrong)

AI-less whumptober 18 (Captivity, Loss of powers, "Do you even know how to use that?") (Hero and their totally stable mentor visit some dungeons to visit a totally human prisoner)

AI-less whumptober 25 (Magical bind, Pinned down, "And what do we have here?") (Villain and Hero's sidekick break into Superhero's mansion in hopes for some news of Hero's disappearance. Surely this will go well)

Whumpril 2026

Whumpril - alternate prompt: unnecessary risks (Hero goes a bit crazy here but it's ok, it'll work out..... :3)

Whumpay 2026

Whumpay - alternate prompt 3: loss of senses (hero is hit with poisonous dust that makes them gradually go blind. Nothing else goes wrong)

Whumpay 18 - fingers in wound/ “wait, what are you- don’t-!” / Arterial bleeding (part 2 of loss of senses. World's worst hostage exchange)

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Part 3 of Hero sacrificing themselves to Villain for Vigilante

part 1

part 2

Hero woke up alone, cold and with a huge ache on their shoulders. It took them seconds to realize that they were restrained. It didn't take much thinking, since their wrists were chained so high above their head that they thought their shoulders would pop off with the slightest movement.

The hero felt a breeze and looked down.

“Shit.”

They were only wearing their underwear and undershirt. Of course, of course that freak had stripped them and left them like this.

Once their eyes adjusted to the darkness, they noticed stairs going upwards on their left. They also noticed several sharp instruments sitting on a table below the stairs, hidden in plain sight. They sighed. They knew surrendering to Villain meant subjecting themselves to indescribable pain, but they weren’t so sure they were prepared for this.

Villain was never one for hand-to-hand combat. They were more of an intelligent type. As far as Hero knew, they avoided violence completely. Even when they met, all they did was exchange a few words before the villain ordered their goons to deal with Hero while they escaped. Every time.

Hero assumed this was because Villain was not one who worked out. In fact, Hero had held them up with one hand once without a struggle. Villain was tall but they sure were as light as a feather.

All brain and no brawns.

So, naturally, Hero was surprised when they found Vigilante's crumpled body on Villain’s feet. No henchmen in sight. Just Villain and Vigilante. Two people in Hero’s lives that the hero never wanted to mix.

And yet they did. And Hero ended up here, chained in Villain’s basement, not knowing what awaited them, what happened to Vigilante after they got taken, if their sacrifice was even worth it.

Just then the door above the stairs creaked open, bathing the room with a dim yellow light. It was enough light for the hero to squint. Hero saw Villain’s boots march down the stairs.

As they came down they noticed the villain struggling to hold the bucket they held in their hands. As they clumsily climbed down the stairs Hero understood why. It was filled with water.

It sloshed and spilled as Villain shuffled uncomfortably down the stairs. Hero watched as their captor muttered curses under their breath every time a huge gunk of water spilled down the stairs. They observed how Villain, the one responsible for their predicament and Vigilante’s deadly wounds, nearly slipped on the bottom of the stairs, letting out the smallest of yelps.

Indeed, Villain was never the brawns type.

Hero wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Villain put the bucked down (dropped it, more like) and put their hands behind their waist as they straightened their back.

It made multiple cracking sounds.

Villain let out a huge exhale and their eyes finally landed on Hero, who was trying their hardest not to react.

“Oh,” the villain seemed unperturbed, “you’re awake.”

“What’s the bucket for?”

Villain blinked. They looked down at the bucket, which now was only half-filled, the rest dripping uselessly down the stairs and a puddle on their feet. They returned their gaze on Hero.

“To wake you up.”

“Ah.”

Hero wondered if the awkwardness was part of Villain’s torment.

“I took the liberty of taking your uniform.” Villain started to approach the hero, bucket ignored.

“I noticed.”

The villain’s steps were slow and they were devouring the hero with their gaze alone. Hero hated how Villain’s eyes made them feel like their skin was being stripped off.

Villain stopped right before them and their finger grazed Hero’s stomach lightly. Hero flinched at the touch.

“I can’t believe you’re real.” Villain muttered and Hero looked at them, confused. Then the villain’s lips creeped upwards into a sly smile. “I can’t believe I finally caught you.”

Hero couldn’t stop the scoff they let out. “If you can even call it that.”

“Excuse me?”

“You played dirty and you know it.”

Villain gave them a look. “Oh yeah? How so?”

“If you hadn’t gotten to Vigilante I’d-” Hero gasped at the sharp pain in their head and shoulders. Villain had grabbed them by the hair and pulled them down. Down down down until the hero’s swore they heard their shoulders pop. “Agh! Wait, stop! A-Agh! Villain-!”

“I thought I told you not to mention that name in my presence again.” Villain’s grip on their hair tightened. “Not to even think about them.”

“Kh-! Alright alright, I’m sorry, V-Villain, just stop! Stop just a second! No-!” Hero shrilled when they were lowered in a particular angle where they had to stand on their toes so their shoulders would not pop off their sockets.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Villain let Hero go suddenly. Hero heaved and straightened their back, trembling. “Refer to me as master.”

The hero took a few deep breaths, dizzy from the sudden release, trying to gulp down the bile in their throat. Cold sweat rested on their face from the agonizing discomfort. “Oh,” they croaked, dazed, “you were serious about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The villain had left their place in front of Hero and walked to the table under the stairs. They kneeled down under the table and retracted a small light lamp. Turning it on, they put it on the table to examine their weapons.

Hero licked their lips. “What’ve you got over there?”

“You’ll find out soon.”

Villain’s back was to them, so Hero couldn’t see what torture instrument Villain was focusing on at the moment. Dread filled the pit of their stomach. They were never trained for this.

Rescue missions, yes. Fighting criminals, yes. Hostage situations, yes.

But never withstanding torture. Those were more of the spies and assassins’ area, the ones who the league ordered to deliberately enter villains’ domain and snoop around or eliminate the most dangerous criminals. And even then, they knew what they were being tortured for. Information.

But Hero had no idea why Villain had chained them up like this. Was it revenge? Hero never thought of them as a vengeful type. But, then again, they never thought of Villain as someone to get blood on their hands and look where that got them. And Vigilante.

Hero’s brows creased with worry at the thought. Every time they thought of their friend all they could see was their crumpled, bloody form on the ground, barely breathing.

Villain said they wouldn’t hurt Vigilante anymore in exchange for their surrender, but could the hero really trust their enemy's word?

Hero didn’t know. They felt like they didn’t know anything about Villain anymore.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Villain put something dull and metallic under their chin, tilting Hero’s head slightly. “Eyes on me.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Hero's voice cracked at the end.

“That,” Villain retracted their hand. Scissors, they were holding freakishly long scissors in their hand, “is something you will soon find out.”

They had used the round part to tilt Hero’s head. Now they swirled the scissors around and pressed the sharp part on the hero’s stomach. The hero’s breath hitched as they sucked their belly in.

“Villain-”

“Hush.” The villain opened their scissors, shoving it under Hero'a clothes, one point still touching the hero’s body, right above their belly button.

There was no further movement except for the light press of the sharp end on the captive hero's body. Hero held their breath.

Then Villain snipped once and Hero flinched.

Satisfied, the villain withdrew their weapon and touched the hero’s skin with their weaponless hand. Hero’s hair stood on end. Villain moved behind Hero, tracing their captive’s body with their fingers as they did so, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Something cold grazed their lower back.

“What are you-?!” Hero panicked.

“Hush, I said.”

Villain removed their hand and started cutting the hero’s undershirt in a straight line with inhumane precision. Even with the villain's gentle touch, Hero could still feel the scissors lightly scratch their skin as Villain's hand moved upwards, ripping their undershirt in half.

Hero bit their lip. It’s not that they were insecure about their body, no. They often changed their clothes in front of their friends and colleagues, unashamed of their scars and bruises. It was just that they weren’t too happy about Villain of all people seeing their naked body. Especially under these conditions.

Hero shivered as their back was exposed to cold air. Villain stood silent, and Hero could feel their eyes boring on their back, savoring every inch of Hero’s skin. What Villain saw in this dim light, Hero had no idea.

After a few agonizing seconds, Villain hummed in appreciation. Hero felt Villain's weapon land on their shoulder and gasped.

“Relax.” The villain’s breath was right in their ear. Hero clenched their fists as Villain snipped and ripped their undershirt off completely.

Hero now stood half-naked in Villain’s basement. Wonderful. They really did want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

But how could they laugh when Villain’s hot, clothed body was nearly pressed against their bare back. How could they even snicker when Villain stepped so near Hero that they could feel the texture of their clothes. How could they muster up a smile when Villain’s long arms unexpectedly wrapped around Hero’s body. The hand with the scissors poked uncomfortably at Hero’s neck.

“...Villain?”

“Shh…” Villain’s fingers, the ones that were not holding the cold tool, caressed Hero’s torso intimately. Hero suppressed their whimper.

Villain rested their face on the top of Hero’s head and with crippling dread Hero realized that the villain was taking a huge whiff of their hair.

The hero wanted to throw up. This felt wrong, so horribly wrong. They never wanted to expose themselves like this in front of their enemies, never.

Villain’s suffocating grip tightened and Hero squeezed their eyes shut. Anywhere, they wanted to be anywhere but here.

They never wanted to end up like this.

But, if this was what it took for Vigilante to live, so be it. Hero would take anything Villain would torment them with. They had to.

Hero would do anything to protect their friend.

“Hero, oh Hero…” Villain mumbled under their breath. “We’re going to have so much fun together, my lovely Hero.”

Anything.

*bangs pots and cans* here hero whump lovers *bangs them continuously* a new hero whumpee has entered the torture basement*bangs them louder* HERE HERO WHUMP ENJOYERS!!!

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All are welcome to give me ideas how Villain would torture Hero so they could make them an obedient pet/servant/whatever (please I usually don't feel a thing with hero whump so I have absolutely no idea what to write💀💀💀 any ideas will do)

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June of doom 8 (2025) part 7

oh my god this needs a title or something

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Rogue and their current boss stood in front of Superhero. They had successfully injected the serum and had brought the hero to his office, but…

“Are they… supposed to be like that?”

“I don’t see a problem.” Boss merely replied.

“Right, right.”

Of course he didn’t. He didn’t know Superhero. Well, Rogue didn’t know Superhero that well either, but even they could tell how out of character the fiery hero was now.

Superhero was passionate, loud, defiant. Always grinning no matter what the situation. Stoic. They were stoic now too, but it was the kind of stoic that made you think they were dead. Rogue stepped forward and waved a hand over the hero’s face. No reaction.

“Is there a problem, Rogue?”

Rogue flinched. “No, no, of course not! It’s just…” they took a step back, “people will notice.” Boss raised a brow. “Superhero being so quiet is very out of character for them. If the heroes notice…”

“Nothing of important consequence will happen. We’ll simply order them to get rid of anyone in our way.” He faced Rogue. “They’re a weapon now, Rogue. Our weapon.”

“…right.”

Boss turned toward Superhero and grabbed their face. Not gently, but not harshly either. “Superhero, listen to me.” Superhero said nothing. They let Rogue’s boss turn their face towards Rogue. “You see them? You are to follow their every order.”

Not a word of defiance was heard, but Rogue swore they saw Superhero’s eyes squint slightly. Maybe it was a trick of the light. Boss let go of the hero’s face. “Am I understood?”

The room was so silent, Rogue could hear the blood rushing in their body. Boss waited as Superhero stood eerily still. Their mouth opened slightly.

“kh…n-” the hero said. Boss frowned.

“Fighting is pointless now, hero.”

Rogue watched as Superhero flexed their jaw. They stared as Superhero shifted their eyes from left to right, their body tense as if they were ready for a fight. Rogue observed the hero fighting an invisible war in their mind and losing as their face finally went slack.

“Superhero, you are to follow my and Rogue’s orders. Am I understood?”

Superhero breathed shakily before opening their mouth. “…Yes.”

It was the quietest ‘yes’ they heard out of the superhero.

Their boss smiled when something buzzed in his pocket suddenly. He sighed and pulled out the device, eyes widening slightly when he saw the content.

“Looks like we’ll have to put our weapon to the test sooner than we thought.” He said and patted Superhero’s cheek lightly. He smiled at Rogue. “Seems like a couple of rats have found their way in here.”

Why was there a random, unknown, functioning facility in the middle of nowhere? That’s the question the hero wanted an answer to. It looked abandoned at first, but every now and then lights flickered and shadows of people were seen moving inside. There were four guards at the front of the gate, which Supervillain swiftly took care of in a blink. They didn’t even see them coming.

Then Supervillain had the audacity to go in alone. Hero would’ve insisted on coming along, if not for the murderous aura the supervillain was giving. So, Hero was stuck watching the unconscious bodies, frustrated at being left behind. They took out that frustration by dragging the four men on the corner and cuffing them to each other. They used the guards' cuffs and noticed the guns that were strapped on their waists. The fact that the people guarding this facility were so heavily weaponized made Hero's stomach turn. They took an extra measure and left all of their weapons near the gate.

The villain observed the whole process.

“How come you never do that to me?” They wondered out loud when Hero approached them and dumped the weapons at their feet. The hero’s only reply was a short puff of exhaling. Their nemesis laughed.

And then they waited. It was agonizing. Hero watched the trees surrounding this probably illegal building that had gone unnoticed by heroes for who knows how long. Maybe that’s why Superhero ended up here. Hero exhaled shakily. Their mentor did have a knack for uncovering illegal stuff out of the blue.

“You are so nice, Hero.” Villain said suddenly.

The hero raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I’m just saying,” the villain shrugged, “it takes guts to follow the Supervillain to the middle of nowhere because, what, they claimed they were a secret lover of Superhero and just want to save them.”

“Not this again.”

“I’m just saying, it’s naïve to trust them this much.”

Hero scoffed and turned the other way.

“Why do you even believe them?”

“Villain, I’m not in the mood to deal with your trust issues.”

“My trust issues?” Villain let out a disbelieving laugh. “What about your trust issues?"

“Why so aggravated all of a sudden? And since when did I have trust issues? I don’t have trouble trusting people.”

“Yeah, that’s your issue.”

Hero gave them a look. What is their problem?

“I don’t see how that’s an issue.”

“Really?” Villain gave them a sideways glance, “so our little team-up that one time didn't teach you anything?”

Hero’s breath got stuck in their throat and their jaw flexed.

“You would think your job would teach you not to trust people so easily.” Villain continued. “Seriously, Hero, I’m a little worried about you.”

Hero clenched their fists. “You have no right to worry about me. And that,” they spat, voice quivering, “is completely different.”

“Look at me in the eyes and say that again.”

Hero stubbornly turned their face the other way. “That was a low blow and you know it.” Hero despised themselves for letting such a small reminder of that incident get to them.

“Sometimes you need a low blow to wake up, darling.” Hero glared at their nemesis. “Ah, there are those eyes.”

"I know Supervillain is telling the truth, Villain, because their eyes aren't as dead and empty as yours." They crossed their arms over their chest. "It's as simple as that."

Villain crossed theirs too. "Oh, we're basing this on eyes now." They mumbled and turned the other way.

Unbelievable. The sheer audacity to bring that up! Unbelievable. It was so fustrating that Hero got all worked up every time they remembered that mission. So fustrating that even now, years later, their face was getting all heated up! Their back, too!

...wait, why was it hot all of a sudden?

"Shit, Hero, move!"

Without any warning, Villain jumped and threw their body at Hero. Just as they fell on the ground, a burst of fire shot from the closed gates and outside, right at the spot Hero and Villain were standing.

Something nauseatingly sweet filled the air.

“Ow, fuck.” Villain hissed in their ear. “Fuck, it burns.”

Hero groaned, the stones on the ground prickling their back. “Villain. Villain, get off me.”

The only response they got was a pained gasp. Hero craned their neck and took a look at Villain’s back. They hissed in sympathy.

A huge gash of burning red skin ran horizontally across their lower back. The low part of their shirt was burnt.

“Are you hurt?”

Villain sat up to give them a look. What a stupid question indeed. Hero bit their lip.

That’s when they heard steps coming their way.

“Hang on tight.” They grabbed the Villain’s biceps and teleported them away. Not too far, just enough for the attacker not to hit them and enough for Hero to actually confirm with their own eyes if the attacker was who they feared it was.

Out of the smoke stood Superhero themselves. Hero almost smiled. “Superh-!” They stopped themselves when they noticed the other figure standing beside their mentor.

Something was not right.

“...Rogue?”

Villain sat up gingerly and shifted next to Hero so they could sit next to them. And lean on them too, but Hero was too confused by Rogue’s random appearance to notice.

Rogue was… well, not the last person Hero expected to see. Matter of fact, they weren’t a suspect of Superhero’s sudden disappearance at all. They had no hatred for Superhero, no ties to villains, no motives whatsoever. The last time Hero had seen Rogue was when they paid Superhero a visit two or three years ago and Rogue had bumped into them accidentally on the road. They all had a drink together and parted on good terms. Great terms, even. As far as Hero was concerned, Rogue was their friend. So, what was this horrible gut feeling?

And why is Superhero standing so still?

“You have no idea how much this hurts.” Villain’s agitating voice brought the hero back to the present. They stood on their feet and glanced at the villain’s injury.

Something was wrong.

“Eh.” Hero shrugged. They couldn’t afford to space out now. They had to get to the bottom of this. “You never trained under them.”

“Superhero used to burn you alive? Not very heroic of them.” Villain stood up and suck their breath through their teeth as they straightened their back. “But then again, it’s not like they look heroic right now.”

Hero narrowed their eyes. Not at Villain, but at their ex-trainer. Superhero’s eyes which were usually filled with mischief and mirth were dark. Their lazy but confident step was now too stiff. Their hands were clenched into angry fists and their jaw flexed tight.

Something was very wrong.

Superhero paid no attention to the guards that Hero had cuffed in the corner. No attention to the mess they had just made. Instead, they glared daggers at the hero and the villain, stomping closer and closer.

“Stop.” Rogue yelled. And Superhero listened.

Hero froze. For a moment, they felt a sudden chill coming from Superhero. It was gone in an instant.

"Superhero?" They whispered, but Superhero showed no recognition.

"Wow, harsh. Maybe they don't remember you." Ah, Villain. So unhelpful and so wrong.

“Okay, my big hero, let’s see who we’ve got here.” Rogue casually strolled beside the superhero, who was staying so still Hero thought they could very well be mistaken for a wax statue.

The rogue’s eyes widened when they saw Hero.

“Oh. Hero, hey buddy.” They waved. A friendly wave, one the hero did not want to reciprocate.

“Rogue.” They nodded instead and gestured their head at Superhero. “What exactly is going on h-?”

“What are you kids doing here?” Rogue eyed the villain once and brought their attention to Hero once more. “This is a restricted area.”

"There were no signs.”

“…How did you get here, exactly?”

“How about I ask the questions and you answer, Rogue?”

Hero had no idea how they got here. One second, they, Villain and Supervillain were outside in the back of the train, the next they felt a chill, a sudden drop and they were surrounded by trees. Supervillain had offered no explanation and had simply taken off. Hero and Villain, both confused as hell, had thought of no other option than to follow Supervillain like baby ducks follow their mama duck.

Thinking of Supervillain, where were they? Weren’t they supposed to know exactly where Superhero was? Were they… oh God, were they found out? Did they kill everyone in there or were they captured. Hero didn’t know which scenario was worse.

“Mind here in the present, darling.”

Hero blinked. Right. They brought their attention to Rogue. Focus. “What is going on here? Why is Superhero acting like-” a mindless puppet- “that.”

Rogue’s corner of their lips creeped higher. “I knew this would be a problem.” They turned their head at Superhero. “I knew we should’ve waited and found out a solution for them to behave as they usually do, but alas,” they faced Hero, “he wanted to test them out as soon as possible.”

Hero clenched their fists. “Who?” Rogue stared at them with that damned smiled plastered on their face. The hero was running out of patience. “What have you done to them? Answer me!”

“I don’t think they’re gonna tell us, dear.” Villain muttered, unhelpful as always.

Hero huffed and took a step forward. They would beat the answer out of Rogue if they had to. Villain grabbed their arm. “Don't.”

“Let go of me.”

“Superhero clearly isn’t in the right state of their mind right now. You could be killed.”

Hero turned their head to glare at Villain. “What? Worried about me?” They spat and tugged their arm out of their nemesis’ grip.

“You know, this might not be such a bad idea after all.” Rogue said and took a step back. “This is a good opportunity to see if it has really worked. Thanks for volunteering, kid.”

Rogue patted Superhero again, who frowned.

Hero shivered and their body tensed. "Superhero?" Their voice was so small even to their own ears.

"Superhero, att-."

“Mind if I volunteer instead?”

Superhero’s head jerked and turned to the direction of the voice.

“Oh? Recognized my voice, did you, sweetheart?”

Hero let out the hugest sigh of relief. Whatever their mentor was about to do, Hero knew they could not stop it.

Rogue turned around. Right where the two of them came from now stood the tall build of Supervillain, accompanied by the trail of bodies they had left behind. Hero squinted the eyes to look and let out a relieved breath when they saw one of the bodies breathing.

It took Rogue three seconds to remember where they had seen this stranger’s face before. They paled.

“No…” they gasped, “there is no way…”

Supervillain chuckled darkly. “You obviously haven’t spent a lot of time with heroes, Rogue.” Rogue flinched. Supervillain smiled slyly. “There is always a way.”

Superhero, their face blank, turned around to face their once-nemesis.

“No… you’re… you’re dead.”

“I’m sure you would like to think of me that way,” the supposed-dead supervillain took an uncaring step forward, “but real life is always so disappointing, is it not?”

Rogue stumbled backwards, even though Supervillain hadn’t approached them any further.

“No way…” they gasped.

“Spare me the pathetic mumbling and kindly return to me what is mine.” Supervillain waved an arrogant hand at Rogue and grinned, all teeth. “If you please.”

Hero held their breath. Villain stood still beside them. Rogue didn’t say anything for a long, fearful moment. Superhero hadn’t moved, but the flex of their jaw didn’t go unnoticed by their ex-student.

“No…” Rogue finally spoke. Supervillain raised a brow.

Hero’s eyes widened. Were they insane?

“No.” Rogue repeated and stood straight, taking a deep breath to calm their nerves. “No, I don’t think I will.”

“Superhero,” the rogue spoke loud and clear, “attack.”

Nothing could prepare the hero for the sheer speed Superhero moved with to pounce on Supervillain. Realistically, they knew Supervillain was Superhero's match. Some say they were stronger, even. But Hero wondered, if the ex-villain and Superhero were together, would Supervillain really be able to-?

Next thing Hero saw was Superhero's face getting slammed to the ground.

Oh.

Supervillain flexed their wrist as their beloved twitched in the ground. "Sorry, sweetheart. I did ask nicely."

Superhero was quick to stand up and fight, as they always were. Supervillain would've felt intense nostalgia if it weren't for the hero's glassy eyes.

“So," they ignored the way their blood swirled and chilled, "this is the sudden mission that you just had to take a look at?”

Superhero growled and swung a punch at them, which Supervillain dodged easily. Of course, they did, they could fight Superhero in their sleep.

“So aggressive. Tell me, Superhero,” they jumped to dodge a kick, “have you consumed anything strange lately?”

Nothing. The hero's mind wa suspiciously blank. No human's mind should be as blank and cold as Superhero's.

"Haven't got a thing to say to me, huh?" They muttured sorrowfully and dodged the hero's elbow.

Superhero said nothing and Supervillain frowned. They had to fix this.

The hero raised their hands and brought a mini-storm of fire on Supervillain. Their opponent met their attack with forced laughter. Just to bring back the old feeling. “Really, sweetheart? When has that ever worked?”

The hero, unperturbed, took a step back to make room for their favourite roundhouse kick. Supervillain caught their raised ankle with a small grunt.

“Oh, this takes me back.” They growled lowly and gave the superhero a hard shove with their shoulder.

Superhero’s whole body was left open. Supervillain wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.

Lover or not, they knew the only way to bring Superhero back was by force.

“My turn now.”

They jumped into Superhero’s personal space. Funnily enough, the hero did nothing to stop them. Supervillain put their hands together and formed their fingers into a clawlike shape before shoving them in Superhero’s stomach.

The hero gasped and stumbled back. Supervillain punched them in the chest. Superhero let out a pained yelp, eyes wide. “What? Did you think I’d go easy on you?”

Another punch. "Sorry sweetheart."

A kick. "These are the consequences of fucking around and finding out, I fear."

A slap to the face. "You know, this feels exactly like old times.”

A cold feeling in their chest and Supervillain knew their beloved was about to attack them again. They turned their body sideways as their opponent’s attack went into thin air, the hero’s arm dangling right in front of the supervillain.

“Same kicks, same punches, same attacks,” Supervillain grabbed the hero’s hot arm, pulled it towards themselves and twisted it behind Superhero’s back, “You’d think one of the city’s best heroes would have improved their fighting skills by now.”

Superhero snarled when Supervillain pressed their arm against their back more. “The only thing that’s missing in this fight,” the supervillain put their foot in the middle of Superhero’s feet and pulled at an ankle, tripping them, “is the sound of your annoying voice.”

Supervillain grounded themselves and released Superhero’s arm, twirling them so they could fall on their back on the ground.

“Either claiming I’d pay for my crimes,” they sat on top of the superhero and grabbed their wrists, “or begging me to save the world with them. Yes,” they leaned in, grinning from ear to ear, “begging.”

Superhero struggled to free themselves as Supervillain bumped their foreheads together gently, “so let me hear that voice beg once more, eh, sweetheart?”

Sorry this is probably unbearably long and a bit boring. I was gonna keep it short but uh... so many scenes popped into my head and I didn't know which ones to write first... so I wrote most of them :D

......and yet none of them are whumpy enough to make me feel something. Just go ahead and throw tomatoes at me idc...

Anyways, choose who gets whumped next and I promise I will only focus on the one getting whumped (which means next part won't be too long and actually enjoyable yayyyy)

who gets whumped first

Hero

Villain

Both Hero and Villain

Superhero

Voting ended onJul 9

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[yougivemewhumperflies]

The Heroes create a restraining device specifically tailored for Villain, but realize it would be too inhumane and perhaps torturous to use. They lock up the device, never planning to use it. One day, Heroes and Villain are fighting, and Vigilante shows up and uses the restraining device on Villain. Vigilante gloats, saying that the Heroes made such a perfect device for him, and the Villain, amidst their newfound agony, looks so betrayed.

[yougivemewhumperflies]

I originally made this a prompt because I had no ideas for how to write it. But, you asked, and I finally got an idea. So here ya go 😁

Warnings: Violence, Mouth Whump, Cruel & Unusual Restraining

“Jeez, those scientists really go a little overboard sometimes, don’t they?”

Hero nodded, patting Sidekick’s shoulder as the elevator began its shuddering descent. “I’m proud of you for speaking up about it. That’s exactly what these meetings are for.”

Sidekick sighed. “Let’s just hope we don’t regret scrapping the device. Viper really is a menace.”

______________________

Hero dodged, the sharp, poison-laden fangs missing her by a hair’s breadth. She swept her staff low, but Viper sprang up out of the way.

“Almossst,” Viper crooned, eying the gap between the rooftops. No doubt planning his escape route now that both Sidekick and Hero had shown up.

“Oh no you don’t!” She huffed, arcing the staff towards his head. He ducked, smoothly swinging his own leg against her ankle and knocking her to the ground.

Peering down with reptilian eyes, he flicked a forked tongue at her.

“Agh!” Her staff swung out at his knees, but he jumped over it easily, landing with a chuckle.

“I like thisss game,” he taunted, then leaped over her backswing without even looking. How did he do that? Stupid snake guy.

On her next strike, Viper caught the staff, yanked it from her hands, and cast it off the rooftop. Hero snuck a glance at Sidekick, who was crouched by an air conditioning unit, still applying the antivenom to the puncture wounds on their arm.

Crap.

The villain stood over her, giving her a fang-filled smile—a promise of what was coming. She cringed, bracing herself for the strike.

“Ooooh snaaakey!” A cheerful voice rang out.

All eyes flew to Vigilante, who’d appeared on the rooftop, claws out and high heels clacking.

“Can I come play too?” She sang. Viper stepped away from Hero, eyes locked on new prey. Vigilante smirked, and Hero noticed the black device wrapped around her forearm, almost perfectly blended into the black of her outfit. That…that was their device! The one that should’ve been destroyed days ago!

How did she get it?! More importantly, should she warn Viper about it? Yes, definitely, it was-

Too late, she watched Viper make an inhumanly fast lunge at Vigilante, who didn’t even bother to avoid it. The woman practically held out her arm, letting Viper sink his fangs into the device. Almost instantly, he realized something was wrong and tried pulling his fangs out of it. But couldn’t. Exactly as the scientists had intended.

Panicked, he grabbed onto Vigilante’s arm with both hands, muscles straining to get his mouth free, but whatever adhesive was in the device remained true. Viper’s teeth were now fastened to the device, rendering him powerless. That realization crashing into him, he tried kicking out at Vigilante, who only laughed and stretched her arm out lower, forcing him to bend down awkwardly.

“Don’t be a bad snake, dear. Fighting me will only make things worse. After all, there’s a few fun tricks still left to try out on this device.”

Hero gasped, and Viper seemed to remember her existence, eyes flicking over to where she stood in mounting horror.

“Hah. Funny you’d look to a hero to save you when they were the ones who built this clever little thing for you.”

His eyes widened. Vigilante pulled out a small remote, inspecting the little buttons. Viper pushed against her harder, fingers scrabbling against what must have been reinforced fabric on her arms.

“No!” Hero finally found her voice. “Please don’t do this, he’s not hurting anyone right now.”

Vigilante tutted. “Sweet Hero. Animals like Viper don’t deserve your mercy.“

She pushed the first button. Her captive moaned, the first waves of pain dropping him to his knees.

“Vigilante, give me the remote.” Hero tried to keep the waver out her voice.

“Hmm, and what are you going to do about it, little Hero?” Vigilante passed her a cheeky grin before pressing a different button.

Viper shrieked, fingers clenching so hard against Vigilante’s arm that she was sure the woman would have marks.

Then, he sobbed, locking eyes with Hero again. The betrayal in them seared her heart.

Part 2 here

[nuttynutcycle]

Prompt 317

"Don't make fun."

"...what did you do?"

"I wanted to do something special for your birthday. And someone said you loved drama."

"Should I be concerned?"

"Only if you have a sense of self-preservation. I misheard."

*a chorus of llamas bark in the background*

[writinggremln]

Prompt 14

Villain sighed and took the glass out of their whining nemesis' hand. "That's enough, darling. You're at risk of revealing us both." They grabbed the swaying Hero by the armpits. "One more drink and it'll go straight to your head, I'm afraid."

Hero gave the villain an incredulous look.

"Ew, I'm not giving you head."

[writinggremln]

Prompt 13

Hero was offended. That's the only way to describe this feeling.

It was bad enough that Supervillain had captured their team. It was bad enough that they were forced to run and leave their friends behind. Bad enough that Supervillain claimed to want them so much that they were being hunted to the ends of the earth.

But to send their lackeys? What were they? A trinket?

"You." Hero glared at the last lackey standing. They ignored the ache of their muscles as they stomped forward. The lackey, despite being bigger than Hero, froze. Maybe the other fallen lackeys around them finally made them realize. Hero wasn't going down. Not tonight.

"You." Hero repeated and the lackey flinched. Before they could run, the hero grabbed their collar and snarled in their face. "Tell your boss that if he wants me that bad..." they kicked the lackey to the ground.

"...then he should take me himself."

Edit: why do I keep forgetting to tag you guys @whumplicity @jumpywhumpywriter @dreamingofviolence sorry

[whumping-valentine]

Daily Drabble #126

One of Whumper’s favorite things to do to Whumpee was simple and easy; which made it the perfect thing to do. They’d come up behind them and wrap them in a constricting hug. Whumpee would tense up both from the unwanted physical contact, and knowing what was to follow. One of Whumper’s arms would stay firmly against their victims’ torso, the other would cover their mouth and pinch their nose.

Whumpee would struggle against them to breathe. Clawing at their hands, squirming, abdomen convulsing as their lungs tried to breathe. They’d let them take a breath of differing length before once again covering their airways. Sometimes they’d be able to fully catch their breath, other times they could only gasp once. They never knew how much time they’d get.

Whumper would continue this until they were lightheaded, letting their body fall to the ground, head dizzy and asphyxiated. 

[cosmick-whump]

Whump bases

Pls credit and tag me if u post something u made with these I wanna see!!!

[writinggremln]

Whumpay 18

fingers in wound/ “wait, what are you- don’t-!” / Arterial bleeding

part 2 of whumpay - loss of senses

Cw: blood and a bit of gore

Hero grunted as they tripped against a root, or rock, or whatever. Not like they could see. Supervillain ignored their struggles and hurried along, their grip on the hero’s hand tight. Hero had given up on keeping their eyes open; all they could see when they did was a blurry scenery filled with black spots. They burned even when Hero kept them closed. They burned so much Hero couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. God, they must look so pathetic.

“Ow!”

“Branch.” Supervillain ‘warned’. Then they had the audacity to chuckle.

“I will make you eat my shit.”

The villain only hummed. “Looking forward to it, sweetheart.”

Hero clenched their ungripped hand into a fist. “What’s your deal, anyway? Why are you here?”

“Currently? Trying to find your leader so I can see the look on his face when he sees your cute little ass-”

“I meant here, in the forest.” Fucking creep. “How did your lot find us.”

“Ah, that. That’s a secret.”

Hero huffed in annoyance. However, they did notice how Supervillain was unguarded, for some reason. Did they not see Hero as a threat? They hadn’t even taken their weapon from them.

Hero slowly reached their sword with their free hand. Nothing. Supervillain continued on, unaware. The hero bit their lip. Here goes nothing.

They pulled the sword and swung blindly. Supervillain gasped in pain as the hero felt their weapon connect with something. Either the villain’s legs or back.

“You… oh, you...” Hero shivered. They did not like that tone. “Heh. I see why Leader is fond of you.”

Hero kept their sword’s tip pointing forward. “Stand back.”

“But why would I stand back when things have gotten so,” a change in the breeze, “interesting.” Supervillain’s voice was right behind them. Hero turned and swung sideways, letting out a big oof as something hit them hard in the stomach. Still, they kept their grip on their sword tight and swung again. The villain hissed.

“Not going down easy, are you?” Hero kept their guard up, muscles tense. “Good.” The villain purred. “That’s very good, Hero.” A whoosh and the hero flinched when a hand landed gently on the fingers the hero had around their sword’s hilt. “You just gave me an excuse to do this.”

Cold fingers wrapped around the hero’s, and the hero heard their bones crack with how much Supervillain was gripping them. Something slammed against their pelvis, which took the hero’s breath away. Another slam and a quick twist of their hand was enough for Hero to drop their sword. Pathetic.

Supervillain shoved them backwards, making Hero fall on their butt. The hero gasped and tried to locate the villain by hearing, but the only thing they could hear was the blood rushing in their system. They opened their eyes into a squint just enough to notice the very blurry shape of Supervillain coming their way, something glinting in their hand.

The fucker has my sword.

“You have no right to-”

The sword touched their neck. “Oh, Hero.” Supervillain drawled. “I am so going to enjoy putting Leader in his place.”

Hero arched their back in agony as their body exploded with hot pain.

This wasn’t good. Leader’s bow was dropped somewhere during the fight, so now he only had his fists. Sidekick had taken a nasty fireball right on the stomach and was out of commission. They laid on the ground on Leader’s right. Medic hovered over him as she gently tried to reduce their pain. Rogue was covering them, doing a good job so far, but even Leader noticed that he was reaching his limit. At some point, Sniper was fished out of her hiding place and forced to partake in the fight, which was no help at all. They were not good at hand to hand combat. To be fair, she had managed to get rid of Henchman right before she got caught, so they weren’t entirely useless. She did her best attempt covering Leader’s left.

Villain cackled when Leader was nearly grazed by their poisonous hands. “Focus, focus!”

Leader’s punch landed right on Villain’s nose. It cracked satisfyingly. He wasted no time and threw a roundhouse kick, hitting the villain square in the chest. They fell on the ground with a wheezed groan.

Leader sat on top of them and grabbed them by their shirt. “How did you find us? Why are you here?”

Villain gave him a bloody smile. “Boss’s orders, man. No hard feelings.”

“Supervillain.” Leader spat. If his nemesis knew where they were, then they were in much deeper shit than he thought. “Where are they?”

“Dunno.” The villain was infuriatingly calm. “Just gave us orders to keep your lot busy.” What? That didn’t make much sense.  “Oh, and injure Hero bad enough so you could hide them somewhere away from the fight. I’m surprised it actually worked.”

Leader growled. “You!”

“Hey, hey. Hey! No hard feelings, just the j-”

Villain let out a loud yelp as Leader punched them square in the face. They raised their arm, fingers already producing the poisonous dust, but Leader wasn’t having it. He quickly fished out a knife he kept on his waist for emergencies and stabbed the villain’s hand to the ground.

“Fuck!” Leader twisted the knife and Villain writhed in pain. “I’ll fucking kill you!” They raised the other hand, but the hero quickly caught that too. He pressed it on the ground next to the villain’s head. Good thing that dust of theirs didn’t have a long range.

“You have ten seconds to tell me what Supervillain’s plan is.”

Villain squirmed under him. “What do you think?” Leader twisted the knife again and Villain bit their lip.

“Leader.” Sniper voice was tense as she tried to get his attention.

“Tell me.” Leader growled at Villain, ignoring her.

“Leader.”

“I think you really should turn around, man.” Villain had a look of relief in their eyes that Leader didn’t like.

“Leader!”

“Where are they.”

“LEADER!”

“WHAT!” Leader finally turned to look at Sniper, who had a furious but concerned look.

“They’re here.” Was all she said and Leader looked towards the direction she was looking at and he gasped in horror and surprise.

Standing on his left, surrounded by their men, was Supervillain. And in their arms was a sobbing, wounded Hero. They were struggling in Supervillain’s grip, tears and a thin streak of blood coming out of their now open eyes. A huge gash tore their clothes and skin from the neck to the stomach. Blood spelt from Hero’s lips too with how much they were biting it.

Leader clenched his jaw in fury. This was too far. Even for his long-sworn nemesis.

“Get your hands off my team.” Leader growled.

“Get your hands off mine.” Supervillain glared.

Leader still had his fingers around the handle of his knife. Villain bit back a whimper as he shoved it deeper into their hand. “Too far, Supervillain. You know you’ve went too far.”

Supervillain stared for a minute, assessing the situation. Leader’s team shuffled slowly behind him and Supervillain’s men went behind Supervillain. They knew better than to get between them. Supervillain stared at the villain under Leader and Leader looked in concern at Hero in Supervillains hold.

“Oh, this isn’t going too far.” Supervillain finally came to a decision, it seemed. Leader’s brows furrowed. “This is.”

They dropped the sword – Hero’s sword, the bastard! – and raised their fingers to Hero’s wound. Leader looked, confused. Then he flinched when Hero squeezed their eyes shut and keened.

“Wait, what are you-” Leader whispered in disbelief. Supervillain never went against their team, it was always just them and him. That changed today. “Don’t-!”

Hero screamed when Supervillain’s fingers went inside their body. “Don't! Stop!” They pleaded. “Stop!”

But Supervillain didn’t stop. They shoved those cold fingers further in and Hero trembled violently, all while the villain looked at Leader dead in the eye.

“Supervillain, you BASTARD!” Leader screamed, but he didn’t dare approach. Villain twitched under him and he realized he had nudged his knife in his fury.

“You have something of mine, I believe.” Supervillain said calmly, staying still. Hero sobbed.

Leader glared at his nemesis, not taking his eyes off them or Hero as he pulled the knife out of Villain’s hand. The villain under them hissed. Supervillain also took their fingers out of Hero.

“Good, Leader. Very good.” But Leader wasn’t listening. He took one good look at Hero and he couldn’t help the rage that filled him seeing them so helpless, so scared, so vulnerable. In the hands of his worst enemy. Crying because of them.

...Fuck this. If Supervillain wanted to go against his team then he would go agains theirs.

Before either of the villains could say another word, Leader swiftly adjusted the knife and without thinking over what he was about to do any further, shoved it in Villain’s abdomen.

Villain was in so much shock they couldn’t even let out a sound, their mouth agape, not daring to move. Supervillain’s eyes widened. Everybody else held their breath.

“Let them go, you villain,” Leader spat, eyes wide with anger and hate, “before I do something I might regret.”

Supervillain stared in shock before clenching their jaw. “The audacity to call me a villain.” They hissed with poorly contained rage and brought their bloody hands to Hero’s wound. “Fine. If the hard way is what you want...”

“What? No, no, wai- NO!” Hero shrieked when Supervillain shoved their fingers in, twisting them around and around. Blood gushed out of the hero as they sobbed.

“Fine.” Leader snarled and used both hands to shove the knife as deep as possible. Villain couldn’t contain their pain anymore and whimpered.

“You... you prick! Stop.” They gasped, using their good hand to push the Leader away. But he wouldn’t budge. He wasn’t even looking at them.

Both parties glared at each other as they tortured their hostages. For a while, all one could hear in that forest were Hero’s sobs and Villain’s cries.

“Leader, enough!”

“Boss, I really don’t think-!”

“Silence!” Both Leader and Supervillain roared, curling their respective weapons deeper and deeper.

“Leader, please…” Hero finally pleaded. “Whatever you’re doing, stop… please.”

Leader frowned. He couldn’t stop. If he did, there was no telling what Supervillain might do. But he hesitated anyway. That gave the villain under him room to breathe.

Just when Hero’s superior really considered stopping, Supervillain opened their mouth. “Yeah, that’s right. Listen to your Hero, hero.”

Leader’s eye twitched. Without further ado, he pulled the knife out of Villain’s body violently. They gasped. Then Leader shoved two fingers in. The villain screamed.

“Well, Supervillain, congratulations!” Leader grinned. “You’ve successfully made me lose my shit! Your lifelong goal, wasn’t it?” He inserted another finger in and Villain arched their back, trying to twist their good hand the hero’s grip to hit him, to blow dust in his eyes, to do something! Their injured hand was useless. But it was pointless. Leader had gripped their wrist tight enough to sprain it. He probably had already. “A shame one of yours had to be sacrificed in the process!”

Supervillain screamed in rage. They didn’t care about being gentle anymore. They stabbed all four fingers into Hero’s chest. The hero let out an agonized shriek.

Leader did the same, the villain twitching and twisting their body in a desperate escape attempt. “Not gonna lie, Supervillain!” Leader taunted, curling his fingers inside Villain. “It does feel good!”

“Oh, you sick-!” Supervillain was cut off by Villain’s begging.

“Boss, please! Please, enough! He’s not going to stop, please!” There were tears in their eyes as Leader twisted his fingers inside their abdomen. Villain looked like they were going to be sick.

Supervillain, with four fingers inside Hero’s body, flinched. Leader saw it. That hesitation. He stopped.

Both teams were watching this violent scene with horror and disgust. Apart from their boss’s heavy breathing, only the hostages’ cries could be heard. Sidekick, awake and aware, clutched his stomach as Medic and Rouge helped him stay on their feet. Sniper had her fists clenched to the side, body frozen in place. Supervillain’s men looked disturbed as well. One held Henchman’s unconscious body on their back, two others looked like they were going to pounce on Leader. But none of them moved without receiving orders.

“You know what to do, Supervillain.” Leader said, stopping his movements, but keeping his fingers pressed inside. Supervillain did the same.

“Seems like you know as well.” This had to stop.

“Let Hero go.”

“Let Villain go.”

“Bitches first.”

“Don’t test me.”

They glared at each other. This wasn’t going anywhere. Reluctantly, the two enemies accepted what they had to do.

Both had to let their hostages go at the same time.

Leader started. He slowly removed one finger out of the whimpering villain. He looked at Supervillain.

Supervillain, not taking their eyes off of Villain, did the same as Leader. They removed an extra finger. Leader followed.

Both hesitantly took their fingers out of the respective hostages’ bodies. Leader resisted the urge to wipe the blood on his clothes. Supervillain let their bloody hand drop to the side.

Leader huffed and quickly stood up, taking Villain with them. The villain moaned at the sudden movement.

He and Supervillain watched each other closely. Supervillain gestured and one of their men to go to Leader. “You will bring Villain to them.” They ordered as they basically dropped Hero onto the goon’s hands.

Leader frowned. “Fine. Sniper.” Sniper was quickly by his side. “Get Hero back.”

Sniper nodded and grabbed Villain by the arm. She walked slowly towards the other villain approaching her. They met in the middle. She winced at Hero’s wound.

They stared each other. It would be so easy to drop what they had in their hands and attack. But no, they had orders. And their friends’ life was on the line.

The goon made the first move. They reached towards Villain hand. Sniper did the same. She gently touched Hero’s arm. The hero flinched.

“Hey. It’s me.” Sniper whispered, her grip on the villain loosening.

The goon took the opportunity and released Hero completely, letting them fall in Sniper’s hands. Villain clutched their abdomen as they were freed, their friend quick to grab them and take them to Supervillain. Sniper did the same.

Both parties held their breath. Leader reached out and Hero was finally, finally in their arms. The team released a huge breath.

“Hero.” Leader breathed and took a quick look at Hero’s wounds. The gash was mostly superficial, but the wound in their chest was deep and messy. Their eyes were bloodshot, dripping with tears and blood, due to Villain’s poison. Leader’s throat went dry, his eyes landing on the wound on Hero’s chest, which was still dripping blood. What had he done? “Hero… Hero, I’m…”

“I’m sorry.” Hero sobbed. “I’m sorry, Leader. I tried to find the river on my own, but-” their voice got stuck in their throat and Leader’s heart throbbed, “they found me. I was so close and they…”

“It’s okay.” Leader’s thumb gently brushed their tears away. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I feel so… everything hurts. Leader, I’m… I’m so dizzy.” Hero’s eyes rolled to the back of their head as they fell right on Leader’s arms. Leader held them tight, even as Hero’s blood soaked their clothes.

“Shit, must be the blood loss.” Medic’s voice chimed from behind him. And the pain.

“Leader, we have to abandon the mission, we can’t go on like this.” Rogue said.

Leader had forgotten about the damn mission. He didn’t even care. He raised his head towards Supervillain, eyes still full of fury, expecting to see them gloat, smile, or even stare at him with a superior glint in their eyes.

But no, the heroes’ leader was surprised to see his nemesis tilting Villain’s chin up gently to inspect their black eye. Leader saw them say something quietly, but he couldn’t hear what was said from there. What he did notice was Villain mouthing “I’m sorry”. Supervillain shook their head.

Then, as if sensing Leader’s gaze, they turned around and looked. The supervillain had a look in their eye that Leader had never seen before. He returned that look.

They sized up each other, both keeping their guard up, even though both knew there would be no more fighting today.

Eventually, Leader turned his gaze away. He looked at Hero, unconscious in his arms. He adjusted a few strands of their hair.

“Come on, Hero.” Leader whispered softly, gesturing at Medic. “Let’s get you all healed up and home, yeah?”

He turned his back on his enemy as Medic took the hero from his arms and laid them on the ground, immediately getting to work. With the corner of his eye, he noticed Supervillain quietly leave, carrying Villain in their arms.

aight, here we go...

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Whumpay - alternate prompt 3: loss of senses

Part 2

Hero screamed when Villan’s dust flew right in their face, landing on their eyes. Hero started wiping them furiously, but they already knew it was too late. When they opened them they could barely see. Water. They needed water to wash the dust away.

Hero started rubbing their eyes so hard tears were beginning to spill. They heard their friends’ voices shouting at them with worry, calling out their name.

They heard Villain as well. “You should be worrying about yourselves, should you not?” They laughed. Hero swung their sword blindly. They kept their eyes closed. It wasn’t the first time the villain had got them, so they knew opening their eyes would only make it worse. They heard the villain gasp in surprise. “Oops! Almost had me.” The hero knew their assailant was grinning.

Something whooshed past their ear and Villain grunted. A hand touched their back gently. “Don’t worry, handsome. I have your back.” Leader.

Hero smiled. “Thanks man.”

Villain growled. “Oh, great, it’s y- ow! Hey!”

“Focus, Villain.” Hero laughed as their leader presumably shot the villain with another arrow. They felt their leader’s breath on their ear. “Just stay right beside me, Hero.” Hero heard Leader shoot another arrow and Villain hiss. “We’ll fix your eyes.” Another grunt, from Leader this time. “As soon as we’re finished with this lot.”

Hero was shoved by their friend left and right. They assumed Leader was guiding them out of harm’s way. “How did they even find us?”

“It was an ambush.”

“I know that.” Leader sighed in frustration. Hero wished they knew what was happening around them. They didn’t hear Villain anymore, but they could still hear the fight going on. They didn’t know why Leader had stopped. “Alright, listen. As soon as I find an opening I’ll put you somewhere safe. Then the team and I will get rid of these guys. They caught us by surprise, but they can’t be hard to take down.”

Hero's grip on their sword tightened. “You’re sending me away?”

“I’m keeping you safe.”

Hero shook their head. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” Hero repeated. “I just need some water. Remember the river we passed a while ago?”

Leader suddenly pushed the hero away, and the hero felt something warm whoosh across their face. “Ugh, Henchman and those damn fireballs of his. Stay behind me.”

“Leader, I need to go there to wash my eyes.”

Leader grunted. “In the river?”

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely not. Hero, that’s too far away.”

“I’m not just going to stand here useless!”

“You aren’t.”

Before the hero could question those words, Leader grabbed their hand and pulled them. The wind that blew in their face irritated their eyes, even though they were squeezed shut. Hero hissed and covered their face with an arm. They heard the voices of their team getting a bit more distant.

Leader stopped suddenly and grabbed the hero by the shoulders, directing them somewhere. “What are you doing?” Hero demanded. They nearly opened their eyes.

“Stay right here.” Leader shoved them and Hero was forced to sit. “Don’t move.”

“So searching for water isn’t safe but sitting in the open is?”

“You’re not in the open.” The hero heard something rustle. “You’re deep in the woods. Surrounded by trees.”

Something tickled Hero’s shoulder. They touched it and felt a papery object. “Leaves?!” They gasped in disbelief. “You’re covering me with leaves?”

“Don’t shout. And stay still! The villains won’t find you here.”

“Right, because the villains are idiots, apparently.”

“Because we’ll deal with them.” Leader huffed in annoyance. “Honestly, Hero, I’m doing this for your own good.”

“I know that! I just…” Hero’s lower lip almost trembled. Almost. “I can’t just stay here. I want to help.”

“I know.” Leader wiped a tear out of their face. Hero opened their eyes and immediately regretted it. They hissed as their eyes stung. Leader wiped another tear. “I know. But you cannot help us if you can’t see.”

Hero flinched. The cold in the air nearly made them shiver when Leader stood up and left. “Stay here, Hero. Please.” And they were gone.

Hero had sheathed their sword. Not like they were using it anyway. They sat still and tried to stay. But they could only stay in one place so long before the voices of their teammates fighting for their lives got to them. At first, the hero paid them no mind. Everybody shouted when they fought. But Sidekick’s scream chilled them to the bone. It was like they were burned. Hero remembered Leader mentioning something about fireballs and bit their lip. Enough was enough. They were going to find that river and they were going to fix their eyes.

Hero stood up with determination and let out a small groan when they banged their head on a branch. With a small hiss they stepped slowly out in the open, away from whatever nook Leader had put them in. The hero knew their leader had have to put them somewhere they’ve already been, so the place should be familiar.

Hero hated what they were about to do.

They opened their eyes.

It burned. “Fuck.” Hero whimpered and took a quick glance of their surroundings, mostly the ground.

Villain’s dust had the ability to mess with people’s sense of sight, although it varied how, depending on the person. When it had touched Leader once he'd got so dizzy he couldn’t even sit still. Medic hallucinated. And Hero would go blind if they didn’t wash the dust out.

Hero closed their eyes. They knew where they were and they knew in which direction they had to go. They also noticed that their vision had gotten so blurry they couldn’t even make out shapes.

The hero muttered a small apology to the leader, even though he couldn’t hear them, and left, promising they’d be back in top shape.

Easier said than done. Turns out, the river is a bit far. Especially for a blind person stumbling and tripping on roots. Hero had lost count on how many times they’ve faceplanted a tree and kissed the ground. Their face was wet with tears; not because they were scared, no. It’s just that the pain in their eyes had become unbearable. And the Hero’s system was still trying to get Villain’s dust out of their eyes. They sniffed.

Their vision had gotten worse. If the hero opened their eyes now, they would see small black spots that would get bigger if the hero wiped their eyes once more. Even the wind aggravated them. Hero had settled for an arm over their eyes as they marched blindly, using only their sense of touch and hearing to guide them.

It had been a while since their friends’ voices had disappeared. Hero had walked so far from the ambush that they could even hear a few birds here and there. If they weren’t going blind, they would’ve called this walk peaceful.

Hero then heard something. The rush of water. They stopped. Yes! Yes, I found it! To their left. The river had to be to their left.

Hero was about to take a step forward when they heard a twig snap. They didn’t know how, they didn’t know why, but they knew the sound wasn’t natural. Something was watching them. No, not something, not an animal. Someone.

“Who’s there?” Hero demanded, turning their head where the sound came from. Nobody answered. Nothing moved. The birds had stopped singing.

Something touched Hero’s cheek. They gasped and threw a punch, but their hand was caught and held firmly. “Who are you?” Hero lowered the arm covering their eyes, putting it over the hilt of their sword, but they didn’t draw it. The mysterious stranger wasn’t attacking them. Hero could feel the other’s breath fall on their bangs. They licked their lips nervously. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

The stranger released the hero’s fist slowly. Hero took it as a gesture of peace and didn’t attack. Instead, they froze as a finger touched their lips in a simple gesture to keep quiet. Hero assumed this was one of their teammates and nodded hesitantly. Had Leader figured out Hero had left and sent someone to find them?

Cold hands rested on their face. The touch was so gentle, they almost leaned into it. “I don’t… Medic?” Hero whispered. She had cold hands. Apparently not, though, because whoever was in front of them didn’t make any other moves and didn’t say a word.

Hero was starting to get nervous. If only they could open their eyes and look. A thumb brushed one of the corners of their eyes. “Leader?” The silence was deafening. Hero reached out and touched the stranger’s face, whose body now went still.

Hero felt their features. Their hair, their eyes, their nose. Their mouth. And the scar that ran across it. If Hero’s eyes were open, they would’ve widened with horror. They felt the mouth form into a smile.

“And here I was enjoying myself.” Supervillain grabbed the hero’s wrists, the touch no longer gentle. “Whatever are you doing out here all alone, sweet thing?”

“You!” Hero gasped and pulled, knowing it was useless. They squinted their eyes open and were met with the very blurry shape of Leader’s sworn enemy looming over them. That was all the hero managed to see before their sight filled with black spots. Fuck. Their eyes got so watery it looked like they were sobbing now. "Let go!"

“Oh, dear. I’m not that horrible looking, now, am I?” The villain laughed and tightened the hold on Hero’s wrists. "You're coming with me."

Fine. If the hero couldn’t hit them with their fists, with their legs it was. They swung a kick and landed a hit. Supervillain hissed. “Is that how you want to play?” The villain growled and before Hero could even think of kicking again, their head was banged against a tree. Supervillain’s hands had let go of Hero’s wrists and grabbed their throat. The villain lifted them up. “Okay, little hero, here’s what’s going to happen.” Hero clawed Supervillain’s hands desperately. “You are coming with me.”

“No.” Hero rasped.

“Yes. And, if you want what’s best for you, you’ll listen to every word I say.”

Hero couldn’t breathe. They reached a hand towards their sword, but the villain caught it too. Even with one hand, the villain still managed to hold the hero up by the throat. The fingers around Hero’s throat squeezed, drawing out a choked whine. Right when their chest felt like exploding, the villain let them go. Hero fell forward, exhausted. “Listen to me,” Supervillain’s breath was right on their ear, “you’re all alone here. My men are busy keeping your team, so no help is coming. You’re entirely at my mercy.” Hero’s eyes were almost wide with panic. They couldn’t see a thing now. “And, by the looks of it, completely blind.” Supervillain chuckled. “How lucky am I, huh?”

Hero made one last half-attempted struggle. Supervillain didn’t even notice. They grabbed Hero by the arm and pulled. “No… no, wait! Please. At least,” their throat tightened, “at least let me wash my eyes, please, I’m-” The words stuck at the back of their throat.

“Oh, sweet thing.” The villain cooed and wiped a tear out of their face. “Are you frightened?”

Yes. They were terrified. Their eyes were open and they couldn’t see a damn thing. They hated how useless they were, how helpless they felt. The weight of the sword on their hip felt like a burden. The hero turned their head towards the ground and bit their bottom lip. They nodded, once. Hero could hear Supervillain’s smile. “Good.” They pulled the hero harshly. “That’s exactly the face I want you making when we face your Leader.”

@jumpywhumpywriter @dreamingofviolence @whumplicity so none of you were going to tell me there was a whump event for may? Because my dumbass kept searching for "merry whump of may" but only the event for 2024 came up so I thought there wasn't a may event this year :/ (turns out there was and it was called whumpay but I'm an idiot)

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Scream

“You,” Team Leader growled when the door opened to the room they had been locked in.

“Funny,” Whumper started, lingering in the doorway. “That was my reaction as well when I saw the security footage of you three sneaking into my facility… Leader.” He nodded at them, looking at all three. “Caretaker,” he said casually, in greeting. Then his eyes whisked over Whumpee and a hungry glint lit up in his eyes. “Whumpee. Back out here already, hm? Looks like you made a full recovery?”

“Looks like your nose did, too,” Whumpee fired back, trying to contain their surprise being face to face with him once again. “Did someone set it for you or did you do that yourself?”

At their first meeting, Whumper had severely underestimated Whumpee. After Whumpee broke his nose, that one-on-one quickly turned to a five-on-one. And yes, their broken bones had taken weeks to heal. But Whumper’s broken pride must have taken way longer, and from the looks of it – the man narrowed his eyes – it still hadn’t healed.

He covered it well with a predatory smile, bearing his teeth.

“Oh, it is good to see you again,” he sighed. A short pause. Then he stepped back. “Come with me.”

The atmosphere shifted at that. Whumpee hesitated and glowered at him.

“Don’t make me come get you.”

Caretaker and Team Leader shifted closer, ready to shield them. But Whumpee kept them away. “It’s okay,” they said. “I’ll be okay.”

They didn’t say anything, keeping their eyes on Whumper, but reluctantly stepped aside to let Whumpee pass.

Caretaker’s hand snapped around their wrist as they walked towards Whumper, but very loosely, letting their hand slide through, giving a light squeeze in reassurance, and he only let go when Whumpee’s middle finger slipped from his fingers.

Whumpee had no illusions that this time it was going to be a fair fight.

But maybe… they could slip away, run off? Or distract him so the others could run.

Those plans were dashed as soon as they stepped through the door.

One of Whumper’s henchmen was leaning casually against the wall, and pushed off as soon as he saw Whumpee step into the hall. Without a word, he blocked their path and closed the ranks, keeping them between him and Whumper.

“Where are we going?” Whumpee asked, as Whumper closed the door to their room—cell.

“Not far.”

And indeed, he only took a few steps to a room just on the other side of the hallway, one door down.

“I still need them to be able to hear you,” he said casually, unlocking the door.

Whumpee paled.

“I’m not going to scream for you,” they growled.

“Yes.” Whumper opened the door and let them walk past him into a dark, empty room. “You will.”

Something tingled over the heavy sensation of fear settling in their chest; something prepping them, for what was to come. It was making them even more antsy. Their fight response? Getting them ready? Better not waste it…

They didn’t wait for Whumper to come at them.

Whumpee launched themself at him. Raised an arm, clenched a fist. But before they could strike, a hand clamped around their wrist, pulling them back, stopping them. That goddamn henchman.

Whumper let out a taunting, triumphant little chuckle, but his laugh quickly shifted to an alarmed “Whoa!” when Whumpee, despite being held back, managed to kick him in the stomach.

Not as hard as they would have liked, but hard enough to make him reconsider his odds in this two on one thing.

They slammed an elbow back at the henchman at throat height, and bucked free before he could pull them in and really trap them.

Unfortunately, that kick was a reminder for Whumper not to underestimate them again, and he too struck before Whumpee could come after him. He closed the distance in a step. Two hands tightened in the front of their shirt. Tilted them off balance—

Their world spun as Whumper slammed them hard against the wall with a loud thud to grab the attention of his audience across the hallway. The grunt it punched out wasn’t enough to satisfy his demands for a scream. Not yet. But he could whittle them down. Daze them with a quick barrage.

The tactic worked. Unable to do more than flail against him, Whumpee crashed against the door again, this time with their head, disorienting them even more.

A brutal backhand crashed against their face. They fell back. Stumbled, barely able to stay on their feet. But something caught them. And they landed hard against Henchman’s chest.

They couldn’t break free from Henchman’s grip this time. And didn’t see the punch coming until it connected hard.

Whumper punched them full in the stomach.

It slammed the air from them in a shocked grunt. No screams. Not yet. And they wouldn’t.

They tried to push Whumper away. Regroup. But he didn’t let up.

He grabbed their arm, twisted it to their back in one fluid movement, spun them around, and slammed them face first against the door.

A sharp pain shot through their shoulder as he twisted their arm further up, taking them by surprise, and they let out a yelp.

“Come on…” Whumper tutted. “You can do better.”

His hand was tight enough on their wrist to make the bones crunch against each other. His other was on their face, thumb bruising their cheekbone and pressing their head against the door, while keeping them in place with his body. They bucked against him, fruitlessly, and he responded by twisting their arm tighter.

Slowly, very slowly, he forced their arm further up.

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut against the pain. Held back a warbled little cry behind grit teeth.

It slowly build up; from uncomfortable, to concerning, to painful, to unbearab—

“No! N-ghh—Let go!” A strained exhale, closer to a grunt than a yell.

“Almost… keep going.” Spurred on, Whumper pressed up tighter against them.

Whumpee barely registered how he pried their fingers apart until it was too late.

A sharp pain exploded. Their little finger snapped sideways, out of its socket.

And at the same time, he forced their twisted arm up between their shoulder blades in a sharp tug.

Their surprised cry at the sudden sharp pain warped into a scream. Followed by a loud explement.

Immediately, Whumper let go, satisfied. They hoped. Immediate relief washed over them. But Whumper grabbed them forcefully by the shoulders and spun them around, slamming their back against the wall, forcing out another cry.

He got up close with a vicious grin. And covered their mouth with his hand, to their surprise. They panted hard against his palm. He brought a finger to his lips. Then pointed up; behind them.

A muffled banging sounded from outside, across the hallway, accompanied by angry shouting.

“Whumpee?! Whumpee, are you okay?!”

“Whumper you bastard, if you hurt them—"

Fists continued ramming against the door in a frenzied desperation.

“Must be nice, to have your team so concerned about you,” Whumper crooned and removed his hand.

"It is. Not like you would know anything about that," Whumpee spat back.

He sneered a smile. "Let's continue..." He grabbed Whumpee by the front of their shirt and pulled them in close. "You need to know how loved you are."

They teetered and their legs wobbled, pain still zapping through them. But as Whumper let go of them, they struck.

They bit him hard in the wrist.

Whumper roared.

Their cue to bite down even harder and they shook like a rabid dog. To their satisfaction, his howl raised a pitch.

A fist connected hard with their cheekbone and he literally punched them off him.

Whumpee stood, hunched over, breathing hard, but they straightened up a little. They twisted their shoulder, massaged it lightly, testing it. And flashed a smile with bloodied teeth.

Over the panting, they could both clearly hear it.

"Get him, Whumpee!"

"Get his ass!"

The cheers were louder than their concern. Whumpee broke out into a wicked grin.

Whumper looked from his mangled wrist to Whumpee and back. Shock quickly turned to a frenzied rage.

Whumpee spat out a bit of blood. Wiped a thumb over their mouth.

So gross. And definitely life-shortening. Not improving their chances at all. They stood straight, and baited Whumper with a little come-get-me flick of their hand.

… but so worth it.

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Alright b, I’m dropping an ask hero x villain style:

Villain has been working with the heroes for the past couple days to try and take down supervillain. One day, supervillain captures villain and tortured them for a bit before streaming said torture to the heroes, now up to you how the heroes react :) (no worries if you don’t wanna!)

this is one of the bEST TROPES EVER *screams* anyway I hope you like it :D

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“Sorry, boss, we can’t find them,” Teammate said, slumping down onto the couch, exhausted.

Medic tapped their foot in aggravation. “I knew they’d turn on us. We were stupid to trust a villain.”

“We don’t know that, Medic,” Hero said pointedly, but their own heart was sinking. It felt like a sharper betrayal than it should have, for Villain to just leave. It would make sense if they’d just done it for information and left when they got what they needed--it would certainly add up with their previous actions. But Hero didn’t want to believe it. They’d seemed so genuine, the way they'd begged Hero for help. The way they seethed when even mentioning Supervillain, and contributed ideas Hero would never have even thought of. Hero had always admired their genius, but seeing how their mind worked up close had been intoxicating.

“Hero?” Youngest turned in their swivel chair, arm poised slightly in the air like they were still in school. “We’re getting an incoming link to a livestream.”

Hero closed their eyes, a headache building behind their forehead. “Youngest, I can’t deal with that right--”

“It’s from Supervillain.”

They shot upright. “Open it.”

Teammate and Hero walked over to hover by the screen as Youngest clicked on the link that filled the screen with a shot of Supervillain’s smug face. “Very kind of you to join us, Hero and company. I don’t believe we’ve talked before. Now, I’ve generally stayed out of your way, but I’ve noticed that recently you’ve gotten a bit chummy with a mutual friend of ours.”

Medic huffed from where they were sitting. Hero shushed them without taking their eyes off the screen.

Supervillain continued. “So I wanted to remedy that as quickly as I could.” They started walking, and the camera followed them, panning over to Villain, gagged and bound to a chair.

A collective gasp went up from the team, and Medic came over, stiffening at what they saw.

“I’m not sure what this dear has told you to get you to help them,” Supervillain said, resting a hand on top of Villain’s head. Villain looked murderous. “But I can assure you that you have no stakes in this fight. If you continue to go against me, I will do to each of you what I’m about to do to your new colleague Villain.”

Hero’s hand gripped the back of Youngest’s chair so tightly it hurt.

Seemingly finished speaking, Supervillain was handed a heavy metal rod by someone off-screen. They gave it a testing swing, and Hero’s heart tightened at Villain’s instinctive flinch even though they were resolutely keeping their eyes on the camera.

Then Superhero hit Villain’s upper arm with it, and they crumpled forward, screaming around the gag. Villain took in a deep breath that shuddered their shoulders enough for the camera to see, and straightened.

Superhero laughed. “A stoic one, aren’t they? We’ll see how long it takes them to start begging.”

The rod slammed into Villain’s arm again, just below the last spot, and Villain bit down on the gag to keep from yelling. Superhero paused, staring down at the metal rod appraisingly, then handed it back off to whoever else was there. “Heat that up for me.”

Teammate hissed through their teeth. Hero felt like they were going to be sick.

They turned back and smirked at the camera. “In the meantime, let's try out something else. Did you know, Hero, that our little Villain here is deathly afraid of drowning?” They laughed, like it was the silliest thing in the world, but Hero could only see how Villain’s eyes widened, hands jerking against the ropes tying them down before they flinched at the pain that caused their injured arm.

Supervillain took a bucket from the corner, pulling a soaked towel out from it.

Hero couldn’t help but think about Villain having to sit there while Supervillain set this all up, knowing what was coming and just stewing in the terror of it. They wanted to slit Supervillain’s throat.

Villain was very clearly trying not to react as Supervillain approached them, jerking their head back by their hair and sliding the gag down to hang around their neck.

“Anything to say to Hero’s team before we get started?” Supervillain asked. Villain just stared at them. Supervillain shrugged and slapped the wet towel over their mouth and nose, keeping a hand in their hair to hold them still when they started thrashing. Supervillain managed to grab the bucket from the floor and pour a stream of water over Villain's face. They made a wet choking sound as they inhaled water.

Hero suddenly felt a hand on their arm, snapping them to attention. Youngest was standing beside them, looking worried. “Hero, you look really pale. I think you need to sit down.”

“I’m fine. Villain is the one--” The words died in their throat as they looked back to the screen where Villain was hacking water onto the floor while Supervillain hovered over them, the towel freshly soaked and held at the ready. “You said this was live?”

“Yes,” Youngest agreed hesitantly. They tried to sneakily move Hero towards the chair they’d gotten out of.

Hero jerked back. “I’m fine. Really.”

Medic put a hand on their shoulder. “You’re not doing Villain any good if you faint, boss.”

But their words were drowned out by Villain’s strangled cry as their air was smothered once again by water. The world seemed to fade in and out; all that existed was the fact that they hadn’t protected Villain enough and now they were being tortured.

They realized Medic was still talking and swept their hand away. “Stop trying to make it seem like this is okay! They’re being hurt because I failed, and I can’t fail them again. I don’t have time to not be okay, when they need me to be a leader.”

Wet coughs came from the camera, only to be immediately swallowed by the squelch of water being sucked into someone’s lungs. The sound brought tears to Hero’s eyes. Youngest was looking to the other two uncertainly after Hero’s outburst.

Medic glared at them. “Hero, you aren’t even steady on your feet right now. If you don’t sit down I’m going to sedate you and we’ll go after Supervillain ourselves.”

“Which we all know we wouldn’t succeed at,” Teammate added under their breath. Medic pushed Hero into the chair, and they all crowded around the screen again.

Supervillain had abandoned the water bucket in favor of a small taser. “I’ve always wondered what would happen if I electrocuted someone who was soaked. Got anything to say yet, Villain?”

Villain’s eyes were red, hair dripping down their face. They wouldn’t look at the camera anymore. But they still didn’t answer. Their steadying breath turned into a hacking cough as more water worked its way out of their lungs, and Supervillain didn’t even wait until they were done coughing before sticking the taser into their skin. Villain jerked, a scream tearing out of their mouth.

Hero suddenly felt a rush of nausea. “I’m gonna kill Supervillain.”

“Darn right we are,” Teammate readily agreed.

It took four more excruciatingly long shocks with jerking muscles and cut-off screams before Supervillain stopped. But then it got worse. Because they reached back off-screen and accepted the rod back from the other person--but this time the end was white-hot.

Tears were pouring down Villain’s face at this point, and they quailed at the sight.

“Don’t,” Hero breathed, but of course, it didn’t matter.

“Remember that this is your fault, Hero,” Supervillain called to the screen, moving around behind Villain so the camera had a perfect view of their face. They placed a hand firmly on Villain’s shoulder, who flinched. “Got anything to add, Villain?”

Villain ground their teeth, but this time they spoke. “Hero will come for me.”

Supervillain laughed, throwing their head back. “You know, I genuinely hope they do. I think I’d go after Youngest next. They look like they’d break well.”

Youngest’s breath caught in their throat, and Teammate put a protective hand on their shoulder.

Then Supervillain pressed the blazing rod against Villain’s neck and down their chest, holding their head still by their hair. Villain’s mouth opened in a gruesome, silent shriek, and Supervillain laughed.

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Whumpril 2026 - unnecessary risks

“What if I brought all this down upon you all, huh, Supervillain? What if?” Hero forced a huge smile on their face as the room’s lights flickered with unwanted energy. Hero watched their team, which was behind Supervillain, tied up on their knees, and giggled at Sidekick’s small flinch. So scared and for what. They were doing all this to save them. “Now wouldn’t that be funny.”

“You wouldn’t.” Supervillain only smiled, a possessive hand on Leader’s head. “I have the feeling you don’t recognize how much is at stake, my dear.” He gestured at the team held hostage by his goons.

“No, I don’t think you recognize,” Hero took a deep breath before letting out a small giggle, “the massive elephant in the room. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were never supposed to find us. I-we failed.” Their breath hitched. “So, one must take responsibility for their crimes.”

“And take your friends down with you?” Supervillain chuckled. “I didn’t expect this behavior from a hero. Least of all you.”

Now what was that supposed to mean. The electricity around Hero crackled. One of the light bulbs exploded.

Leader surged forward before he was stopped by Supervillain’s hand on his hair. “Hero, stop this!”

“Please, Hero, it’s gonna be okay.” One of Hero’s other teammates looked at them with concern… which was unwanted, and it only aggravated them more.

“Let me do my thing.”

“Hero, there are innocent people in this building.” Leader growled. “Don’t take unnecessary risks.”

“I know what I’m doi-”

“Oh, relax, would you.” Supervillain had the nerve to laugh and clench his fist around Leader’s hair. The captive hero gritted his teeth. “Can’t you tell they’re bluffing?” They gave Hero a knowing look. “You’re not fooling anyone, my dear. I know you heroes, I know all your rules, your moral codes, your ethics. I’ve been dealing with your kind since-”

Hero snapped their fingers. The air buzzed and a surge of energy flashed across all their faces. Multiple of Supervillain’s goons gasped, and a few jumped and yelped when they were shocked. So did one of their teammates. Hero ignored that last part. “Hehe, got a few.” They smiled.

“Hero!” Sidekick pointed at Sniper in the back, horrified.

“Oh, calm down, they’re alive. I told you, I know what I’m doing.”

Sniper’s whole body twitched.

The hero had no idea what they were doing. They only had one goal in mind and that was getting their team back, go back home and pretend this whole mission-gone-wrong thing never happened.

Sniper groaned and Hero fought the urge to run and help. They told themselves they'd be fine. All heroes had personalized medics back at the base anyways. And this was a last resort, Hero was sure their team would understand why they were acting this way. It's not like the hero was hurting them on purpose.

Sure, they could give back the documents they stole from the villain, but after what their team went through to get those damned papers, Hero refused to even let those go. They had a goal in mind and, unfortunately, it involved those cursed papers too.

Besides, Hero has had this power for years, they had it all under control. Sure, electricity was impossible to control in general, and fatal, should one start randomly generating it with no concrete target… kind of what Hero was doing right now. But it didn’t matter. They had it all under control. They knew what they were doing. They had a goal in mind.

Supervillain's disbelieving laugh brought Hero back in the real world. They saw the villain purse his lips. “A fine little show, but you don’t really expect me to believe-”

Another wave of lightning, a bigger one. All the people in the room curled into one another. Hero thought they heard screaming in the distance.

“Hero, there are innocent people in these building!” Sidekick scolded.

Hero shrugged. “Small sacrifices, I guess.”

“Hero!” Leader looked at them, horrified. Hero’s chest would’ve stung at the look he gave them, but they had other things to worry about now.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” They shifted their focus on Supervillain, who had a small frown upon his brow. His hand had left Leader’s ruffled hair, taking a more guarded stance. Finally taking them seriously, huh. “I am leaving and taking my team with me. Or else I’m going down.” They grinned. “And taking everyone in this room with me.”

The villain stared at them for a few long moments. Then he straightened up and smiled. “No, I’d rather you see this through the end.”

Hero blinked. “Very well then.”

Even Hero was blinded by the flash their power caused.

@whumplicity @jumpywhumpywriter @dreamingofviolence I present you my mentally unstable hero

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Prompt 12

Supervillain's telekinetic powers were no joke. Sidekick's hands shook as they held the gun, aiming but not daring to shoot. Not with Hero held by the villain's powers at the edge of the building, bruised and broken. Not even Hero could withstand a fall that high.

"Ah-ah-ah. Shoot me, little one, and your darling mentor falls. Give me what I want, and I'll give them back to you unharmed... well, more than they already are." Supervillain gave Sidekick a dark smile.

Sidekick hesitated. There had to be a way out of this, there had to! If they gave Supervillain what he wanted, then all heroes would be put at risk. A drop of sweat slid down their cheek. "Stall..." Sidekick jumped at the villain's voice, "and I squeeze the eyeballs out of them."

One small gesture was all it took for Hero to scream in pain.

@jumpywhumpywriter @whumplicity here you go

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ok I know I reblogged this already but it’s been buzzing in my mind so I’m going to expand on the prompt. (Side note: I switch between using supervillain and villain to refer to the antagonist of this. Despite the two “names” it’s just one Villian. I’m lazy 😅)

~~~ sidekicks heart clenched as hero screamed and all they could do was stare. Supervillain glared and twitched their finger, making hero screamed louder

“STOP! Stop, please, I’ll tell you what you want” the words fell out of their mouth before they could stop them. Hero stopped screaming, panting as the pain faded and Supervillain smirked

“there’s a good little sidekick” villain purred, “now give me the information that I want”

sidekick stared at hero. They were still hovering dangerously over the edge, their toes just grazing the surface of the roof. Supervillain held their body to hover in an impossibly diagonal lean. Villian keeping their arms tight to their chest and completely immobile.

sidekicks breath shook as they spoke “I will. But you have to bring them away from the edge. Over the roof, with ground under them, so I know you won’t just drop them when you have what you want”

Villain chuckled smiling cruelly “What makes you think, I have to do anything?”

Sidekick thought fast, they had to get hero out of danger and they didn’t have much time “Because if you don’t. Then I won’t tell you” sidekicks voice broke and they inhaled quickly before they continued “and then you’ll kill them. And you’ll never get any information out of me, out of either of us then”

Villian slowly started to close their hand into a fist, and it looked as if the telekinesis magic was compressing hero from all sides. They wheezed out a groan and sidekick’s heart rate spiked with panic.

”I highly highly doubt you and hero are the only ones with information I want” Villian said coldly “I will get the information one way or another”

“yes. You’re right” Sidekick conceded “but how long will it take you to find someone else with access to the information? How long will it take to track them down? To get the information out of them?” They really hopped their fear didn’t show through their voice, but they had a feeling their voice was shaking like a leaf, just like their hand that still held gun trained on Villain. “But I’m here. Now. And I’ll tell you. All you have to do is move them where it’s safe”

Villain tiled their head in amused consideration

“You’re a good negotiator little ‘hero’, I’ll give you that. It’s a good skill to have, you’d make a fine ally someday” slowly he waved his hand forward and hero floated to the center of the roof.

sidekick let out a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding and lowered their gun, eyes fixed on their mentor.

unseen by sidekick the villain smirked and jerked his hand back

Hero was dragged quickly back, zipping back over the void of air beyond the building at such speed they cried out as the jerky movement aggravated their injuries

“NO” Sidekick cried lunging forward uselessly. Hero was too far, they would fall and there would be nothing Sidekick could do

but Hero stopped. they didn’t fall

Villain laughed loud and hard as they approached Sidekick, who fell to their knees with a muffled sob as hero was pulled back over the building, still hovering a few feet off the ground. “Just reminding you who holds the power here little hero.”

Villain gripped Sidekicks jaw and simultaneously kicked the gun out from underneath them. Villian tilted Sidekicks head up to look at them, “if you try anything stupid, or refuse to give me the information, I have the ability to throw Hero off, even from ‘safe’ distance to the edge”

Sidekick looked at hero out of the corner of their eye and nodded. Villian let go of their head and allowed them to stand. Sidekick took a deep shaky breath and steeled themself stepping closer to villain, ready to tell them the secret.

“sidekick…. don’t” Hero wheezed

Sidekick looked up at Hero, their gaze broken and sad. They reached up and gently laid their hand on Hero’s calf, which hovered limply at about shoulder height.

“I’m sorry Hero….”

before sidekick could change their mind they stepped forward and begin to whisper in villains ear. Hero struggled under the telekinesis, desperately trying to get free to no avail. “no! Sidekick don’t” they called out, their voice weak with exhaustion and pain, trying desperately to stop Sidekick from revealing the sensitive information.

Villain chuckled, low and satisfied, and sidekick stepped away, head hung in shame. Villain patted them on the side of their cheek condescendingly “thank you little hero. You’ve been very helpful”

with that, Villian released Hero, letting them fall to the floor. Sidekick dove to Hero’s side, hastily checking their injuries as Hero groaned and coughed. Villain smirked at the pair over their shoulder, and took the opportunity to make their escape.

Hero shoved Sidekicks panicked hands away forcing air into broken ribs and bruised lungs

“Why would you do that!? My life isn’t worth the hundreds of hero’s you just sacrificed” pain and betrayal clouded their words

Sidekicks just reached for them trying to get the to stop moving. Hero kept pushing them away

“please Hero…”

“stop! You traitor!” Hero tried to push themself up. They needed to follow Villian. Stop them from hurting others. Repair the damage that sidekick had just made. Pain shot through their arms and they let out a pained gasp, and tears began to pour down their face

Sidekick froze at their words, a heartbroken expression crossing their face. When Hero gasped in pain it snapped sidekick back to reality. They lunged forward and buried their face into Hero’s chest, pinning their arms to their side in a bear hug. Hero flinched and cried in pain at the touch, they moved their arms up to pry Sidekick away but sidekick spoke before they could, the sound muffled by their chest.

“I didn’t tell them”

“what??”

“I didn’t tell them. I gave them a decoy.” Sidekicks voice was raw and broken and so scared through Hero’s shirt. Hero sat panting, confused, and exhausted. They didn’t know what to say, or honestly if they even could anymore. Everything hurt so bad.

Sidekick looked up into Hero’s eyes, tears pouring down their face, all their emotions crashing into them at once.

“I had to make it believable… Hero I’m so sorry-“

suddenly their comm crackled to life

“-HERO, Hero?! Sidekick! Do you read me!” Technician cried into their ears. Hero winced and groaned at the volume. Their comms had gone out just before the fight with Villain started. Technician had obviously gotten them back operational.

Sidekick fumbled to answer “Tech! You got the coms working! We’re alive, Hero’s hurt pretty bad. yo-“

“Crap! I was trying to warn you that Villain was near by when coms cut. I was starting to think the worst! I can get you an extraction, give me a minute”

“No. Tech listen” as they spoke Sidekick gently helped Hero lie back down “I’ve got Hero, you need to tell Other sidekick that our idea just became a plan. Then you two need to warn Other hero and their team that Supervillain is heading to their spare warehouse Right Now.” Sidekick spoke into the comm urgently

“what??” Technician’s response cracked through “I thought you said that wouldn’t work?”

“it might not but it’s all I could think of in the moment” sidekick replied sheepishly “just make sure Other hero knows what’s happening?”

“You got it Si, take care of eachother, l’ll keep in contact” the line went quiet as Technician went to go set the impromptu plan in motion.

Hero was staring at them from where they lay, their breathing labored. Sidekick stared back, worried, and stressed.

“you set them up” hero murmured quietly. Their voice to full of pain and exhaustion to discern their tone. Sidekick nodded. “Something like that. Usually that implies something already planned. I had to improvise”

Hero huffed “that was ballsy. Stupid don’t get me wrong. But brave” the groaned as they shifted from their side to their back, splaying out on the cool concrete starfish style “oof yea they definitely broke my rib. Maybe more than one.”

Sidekick whimpered in worry, shrinking in on themselves. “Maybe I should have asked Tech for that extraction…”

“no you were right. The dangers past and it doesn’t feel like anything fatal. Technician and Other Sidekick need to focus on other things right now” Hero kept their voice low as they spoke, trying to keep from moving their chest

Sidekick looked out over the edge of the rooftop where Villian had disappeared. “I just hope it wasn’t a mistake” they whispered

“it’ll be ok kid. Other Hero is smart, they’ll figure it out.” Hero was cut off as their body shook with a violent cough and blood dripped out of the side of their mouth.

“We need to get you help…”

Hero shook their head and seemed to regret it immediately, wincing. “There’s no way I can handle moving right now. Give me-“ he winced again “a few minutes”

Sidekick hated seeing their mentor is pain like this. And hated even more there wasn’t anything they could do to help. But no matter how much they disliked it, there was nothing they could do but wait. So they laid down next to Hero and pressed themselves to their side. Hero winced and flinched at their touch but let them press close, draping an injured arm over their shoulders.

~~~~~ leaving the rest of this semi open ended! Like what happens with Other Hero and if Hero is ok or not.

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Prompt 12

Supervillain's telekinetic powers were no joke. Sidekick's hands shook as they held the gun, aiming but not daring to shoot. Not with Hero held by the villain's powers at the edge of the building, bruised and broken. Not even Hero could withstand a fall that high.

"Ah-ah-ah. Shoot me, little one, and your darling mentor falls. Give me what I want, and I'll give them back to you unharmed... well, more than they already are." Supervillain gave Sidekick a dark smile.

Sidekick hesitated. There had to be a way out of this, there had to! If they gave Supervillain what he wanted, then all heroes would be put at risk. A drop of sweat slid down their cheek. "Stall..." Sidekick jumped at the villain's voice, "and I squeeze the eyeballs out of them."

One small gesture was all it took for Hero to scream in pain.

@jumpywhumpywriter @whumplicity here you go

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What do you enjoy about villain whump?

Well, villains are usually either cold, cruel, calculating characters that refuse to show basic human emotions to anyone (and hate showing vulnerability), or they're like chaotic, cocky, sadistic characters (who are always smiling and don't show their true feelings to anyone).

And I know there are lots of villain characters that don't fit into these types, like for example the forced-to-be-a-villain trope, but the ones I prefer to be whumped are the types stated above.

Basically I like when those types of villains are hurt and lonely and have hit so rock bottom that they have nowhere else to go... except their nemesis' house, of course. The concept of a hero or sidekick or whoever those villains have been bothering (read: traumatizing) forced to take care of these villains (because heroes are always so compassionate, aren't they) scratches a good itch in my brain. Because this is when those villain start to slowly genuinely care for their caretakers, starting their redemption arcs, which are always peak in my opinion.

Short answer: I like when villains are forced to show vulnerability or real pain and anguish and fear by whumpy means.