#trophy whump

[jordanstrophe]

The Only Survivor

[A continuation here]

Whumpee’s the only one who survived whumper’s invasion. Instead of killing them off, Whumper decides it would be fun to keep the sole survivor as a trophy. 

But what they think is just some fun show-off prize, they quickly realize whumpee requires a lot of attention. They’re wounded and traumatized; they wake screaming from pain and nightmares, keeping the whole place from getting sleep. 

Whumper soon finds themselves being their caregiver, soothing them back to sleep and cooling their fever down...

This was not in the job description.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whumper turned caretaker #whump prompt #whump scenario #kidnapped whumpee #kidnap prompt #whump angst #wounded whumpee #traumatized whumpee #whump things #whump ideas #trophy whump #adopted whumpee #recovery whump #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #possessive whumper #whump drabble #whump writing #whump community

[kjwriting]

Strong/powerful whumpees being held as trophies. They are showcased in front of anyone the Whumper wants to in-still fear in.

Whumper doesn’t ask Whumpee to do anything. Just stay silent. Stay still.

Maybe Whumpee is chained up, kept in a glass box?

Maybe Whumpee is muzzled?

Whumpee is kept weak so they can’t fight back. Drugged? Starved? Your choice.

Whumper wants them displayed to show their dominance. The ability to contain someone so powerful like it’s nothing.

Do with that what you will, besties x

#whump #whumper #whumpee #trophy #whump community #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump writing #trophy Whumpee

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Whumper walks in and sees their captive trying yet *another* escape attempt. “You know the definition of insanity whumpee?”

“Yeah, you.”

#just thought of this #gonna use it in trophy probably #whump #whump prompts #my prompts #my whump #my posts #whumpee #whump community #whumper #whumpblr

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

if you had to choose only ONE way to whump Barry what would it be? :)

WHY WHO WOULD POSSIBLY CURSE ME LIKE THIS?! ONLY ONE?!?! Sigh. I won't cheat and say 'torture' as a blanket term so.

Gotta go with some sort of captivity. Speedsters in general don't like to be stuck in one place, and even without some form of physical torture :( , it's a good psychological whump strategy. It proves extremely effective for him specifically because while he's trapped, he'll be constantly worrying about his loved ones and Central City in general because in this situation, he doesn't know anything happening outside of wherever he's being kept :)

#captivity #plus it's my favorite whump trope #(not exactly a trope but you know what I mean) #thank you for asking! #twas fun to think about #asks #vexic #barry allen #the flash #barry whump #ok I checked it’s in the tags plus the beginning is pretty damn indicative (or just tells you straight up but whatever) #but Trophy is this trope and it’s been sooooooo fun :D

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Defeated and Trophied

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: I would love to see your interpretation of Branch being captured instead of Floyd, like the original concept in the movie. Used for Defeated and Trophied.

Fandom: Trolls (Dreamworks)

Character: Branch

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, torture, multiple mentions of death and being killed, though nothing graphic

1744 words

Fear was an old friend to Branch.

It had been a rare acquaintance back when he was a child — back in the days in which his biggest concerns had been thunderstorms and a dark room. 

From the moment he’d turned grey, it had crept its way beside him, a creature that would never grant him peace again. 

After all, no one else was around anymore to chase it away for him.

As he’d grown up, it remained consistently by his side. It was a constant voice in the back of his head, screaming at him to watch for bergens, boil the drinking water, always be ready for that which longs to kill you. 

Yes, fear was an old friend indeed. But he’d learned early on how to hold it close to his chest. One slip up and he could be devoured. 

So when he woke up in a diamond bottle, two massive creatures looming over him, he didn’t show his terror. He didn’t scream as he so wanted to, and most importantly, he would not resort to begging.

They were tall, comparable to a bergen in that regard. But where bergens were stocky creatures, these were lanky. Their skin was shiny and hard-looking, a far cry from the soft fluff of a troll.

Whatever they were, he’d never seen one before. 

His stomach churned with anxiety. Normally, he was knowledgeable enough to at least have some idea of what monster he may have been dealing with. But this… he didn’t know if these things wanted to eat him or worse. 

He knew what Poppy would do if she were here. At the thought of his girlfriend, his heart leapt into his throat. Was she here? Had they gotten her too?

No. He didn’t see her anywhere in the massive room. Thank god. He knew she could take care of herself, but the thought of her being trapped in a claustrophobic diamond prison left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. 

“Who are you?” He called out cautiously. He waited for a response, but the pair — one boy and one girl, he was pretty sure — hardly even reacted to the noise. 

They were both looking at the bottle he was trapped in, yet somehow they remained ignoring him. 

“Hey!” He yelled, quickly losing patience as he pounded a fist against the purple-hued glass. “Let me out of here!”

The boy looked at him (or rather, the jar as a whole, like Branch was nothing more than a pretty decoration inside) with trepidation. “Do you think it’ll work?” He asked hesitantly, like he couldn’t even hear the shouting. 

“Oh,” the girl said, scooping up the jar carelessly and sending Branch tumbling, the wind getting knocked out of him as his body knocked against the hard walls. “It will work.”

“What the hell!” He shouted, furious at the lack of acknowledgement. “Let me out! What do you want?”

With her free hand, the girl held up a small ball…? Examining it closer, though, Branch could see that it was connected to the jar he was held in, making it almost reminiscent of a perfume bottle.

What the hell?

He didn’t know what to expect, but the coming sensation wasn’t something he could have prepared for. All at once, a horrible pressure erupted from the center of his chest, like — like some invisible force was trying to get in.

Distantly, he could feel his body being lifted slightly off the ground, levitating no more than a few short inches. It was hard to even notice, through the agony. It didn’t get any colder in his prison, but he could feel the warmth being pulled out of his skin.

The pressure seeped from his body quickly, and he could almost feel it going right up and out of the bottle, being spritzed like a fine mist over the girl’s body.

As his body dropped down, thudding against the floor, he could hear her belt out a ridiculous riff.

“Wh…?” He coughed, pressing a hand over his heart from his new position on the floor. It felt like a part of his very soul had been sucked right out of him. He felt empty. What was going on? What was happening?

“Wow,” the boy said, reverent of the notes that had just come from the other’s mouth. “Let me try!”

“Wait—” Branch wheezed, unable to catch his breath before being subjected to this again. He tried to brace himself, but it did little to help.

It was almost more intense the second time around, and leaving him feeling somehow even more hollow than before. 

He was shaking from the cold by the time his body dropped back to the floor the second time.

“What are you doing to me?” He croaked, dizzy and freezing.

There was a malicious smirk on the girl’s face, the first thing finally directed at him. 

His heart pounded in dread. He was going to regret even asking, and he knew it. 

———

“He’s kinda cute,” Veneer said, shaking the jar slightly and sending Branch stumbling on unsteady feet back and forth. “Don’t you think so, Vel?”

Velvet glanced back at her brother from where she was touching up her makeup. “Not really,” she said, disinterested.

“Oh, come on, he’s like a feral little chihuahua!” Veneer said, proceeding to coo at Branch. “Who’s a good little troll?”

With the minuscule energy he had left, he glared as strongly as he could. “I will kill you,” he growled. As such a proportionately small creature that was barely standing and also trapped inside a sad little bottle, Branch couldn’t imagine that he looked very intimidating.

“Ugh, feisty thing,” Veneer whined, setting the jar down on a side table. “I don’t know why you’re so upset,” he said, “we take perfect care of you, don’t we? I mean, sure we have to keep you in a little jar, but it’s not like you’re dead or anything.”

“Your talent is being put to much better use on us,” Velvet chimed in, “You should be grateful! It’s not like you were using it for anything important. But thanks to you, we’re currently charting at number one!”

“Did you at least credit me somewhere?” he asked drily.

Veneer leaned over, stage whispering to his sister. “Should we have given him creds?”

“No, you moron! Ugh, come on, we’re going to be late for the photoshoot.”

———

Branch woke from his not-quite-sleep as he’d learned to get used to: by being jostled around like he was a fucking doll.

He groaned weakly, blinking his eyes open to the slightly sleep-blurred vision of a massive eye staring back at him.

After nearly two decades of anticipating a bergen around every corner, his instincts told him he was about to be fucking eaten. But he wasn’t quite so lucky.

“Oh, good,” who he finally recognized as Velvet said, completely flat, “it’s still alive.”

Had he the energy, he would have flipped her off… or something. But as it was, he just curled in on himself, wincing in anticipation. He knew what was coming. It was all the self-proclaimed pop princess (and oh, how that title made his blood boil) ever really interacted with him for.

“Just do it,” he growled, far from complacent, but simply desperate for the bad part to be done and over. He just wanted to rest. 

How long had he been here, now? Two weeks? Three? He’d completely lost track. 

Was Poppy looking for him? What had she thought when he’d just vanished into thin air? What if she gave up on him?

No. That was a stupid thought. He knew her better than that. On their first adventure together, they had literally seen Creek get eaten, and she’d somehow still been determined to save him. And, somehow, she’d been right. Of course, Creek had turned out to be a no-good traitorous piece of shit garbage man, but before that reveal, Poppy had been determined to get him back.

As hard as it was for him to fathom the idea that anyone would ever stay by his side as she had, he was always one to look at the facts. He knew she would refuse to give up until she got him back. He knew, no matter how long it took, she would find him.

As comforting as that was, it also left him feeling wary. Velvet and Veneer weren’t exactly the type that could be subdued by a hug.

He cried out in pain as his talent was drained from him, gasping desperately for breath. He didn’t have much more to give.

“You can’t…” he panted, gritting his teeth. “Can’t use my talent f-orever. S’not sustainable.” He said, snarky as he could manage through the bone-deep exhaustion.

“Oh no,” Velvet lamented, drawn out and dramatic, “whatever will I do?” With little warning, she tossed the jar to Veneer, who only barely caught it.

Branch didn’t have the strength to brace himself. Every inch of his body ached from being thrown around like this.

Velvet draped herself over her makeup chair, legs kicked over the arm of it. “If only I’d thought of that before,” she pouted as Veneer drained another dose from him, leaving Branch’s vision unfocused. “Oh wait! I did.”

“You did?” Veneer asked, apparently unaware of whatever his sister was up to. That seemed to be the common trend, Branch had noticed. 

“Yes, dummy. I told you this troll was a part of BroZone, remember?”

His heart sank at the mention of his br—his former brothers. What did they have to do with this?

“I forged a letter,” Velvet continued, “it will lure the rest of the band here to save their stupid little brother, and then,” her eyes glinted with greed, “we’ll have plenty of troll to keep us on top.”

A thousand bad memories threatened to overwhelm him at once. He could feel his emotions swirling in his chest, and for a moment he was certain he was going to vomit them up. Instead, he managed to scoff out a laugh.

“Yeah,” he said, forcing himself to remain flat and unemotive. If he’d done it for the better part of twenty years, he could do it now, even if he was slightly out of practice. “I’ve got bad news for you. There’s no way in hell any of them are coming for me.”

“Just wait and see, little troll,” Velvet said, confidence unwavering. “Just wait and see.”

#bad things happen bingo #kat's bthb #fandom: trolls #prompt: defeated and trophied #tw kidnapping #tw torture #tw death mention #Branch trolls #bthb #kat writes #fanfiction #trolls fanfiction #brozone #velvet and veneer #whump #hurt/comfort #hurt/no comfort #kidnapping #torture #death mention #broppy

[epiclamer]

Can you please please pleaseeeee do a part 2 of Blood Shot it's amazing 😍✨

Also a gift for you 🐈(it's a villainous cat😜)

MY WIFE!!!

Part 1

Blood Shot Pt. 2

With every passing second, Hero felt unease growing in a pit in their stomach. Still no word back from their teammates who had gone out to defeat the superhero.

Yet, the villain, whom now sat comfortably on a plush, leather sofa, didn’t seem even the least bit worried. Picking at their cuticles while they rested their feet on Hero’s back.

So it was true, the great Hero had finally been reduced to a compliant puppet. Not with any mind games, not with rigorous training or torture, no they had done it out of freewill.

That was honestly the worst part.

That they were down on the ground, hands and knees position with their head down, allowing the villain to use them as a footrest as they awaited news. And their teammates sure seemed to be taking their sweet, sweet time getting back.

Neither Villain nor Hero had spoken since the criminal had given the command to the other. After the villain was satisfied, they had turned to self grooming. Hardly paying the hero any mind as they combed their hair with their hand and picked at the grime under their fingernails.

Hero couldn’t blame them, being chained up in that cell for so long didn’t exactly give them any room for a self-care routine. Tortured for information they didn’t have led to blood stained clothes and crusted over wounds with no shower to wash it all off, the villain stunk.

They didn’t necessarily look all that majestic either. But the hero didn’t dare say a thing, after all, they were the one who had put Villain in that cell in the first place.

This wasn’t exactly a reuniting of old friends.

No, Hero and Villain went way back. To days of silly banter and pulled punches, to darker times of bloody fights and brutalizing. It was safe to say after the villain had been caught, Hero avoided their cell at all times.

No visits, no interrogations, not even a food or water drop-in. They never went. Not because they didn’t want to—they actually wanted nothing more than to apologize—but because they didn’t want to see them.

They couldn’t face the beaten villain, swallowed by chains and scars; the villain that they had created by handcuffing them that one night. The night they had taken advantage of Villains injuries to capture them, they hadn’t even caught them fair and square.

Fuck, they needed to get out of their own head or they’d just keep spiralling into the past. Villain was free now anyways! Surely they didn’t hold anything against the hero, right? They were just doing their job…

“Are they okay? Have you heard—”

“Shhh…” The villain shushed them. Shushed them. “Did I give you permission to speak?”

Hero would deny the blush that coated their face at the words for the rest of their life.

“You don’t speak without my signal from now on, understood? And if you have something important to say you beg me to let you say it.” Villain leaned forwards, putting more pressure onto the hero’s back. “Got that, sweetie?”

The crime-stopper made a show of avoiding eye contact, starting a staring contest with the intricately patterned rug beneath them as a distraction. At least their team wasn’t here to witness this embarrassment.

A lump formed in their throat and they didn’t even think of opening their mouth to release the humiliating croak. Maybe if Villain wasn’t aware of their affect then they would stop with the godforsaken teasing. They were doing it on purpose of course, to replicate the banter they used to toss around before Hero decided they were the enemy.

Villain grinned at the lack of response, leaning back against the sofa as they stretched their arms out. “But to answer your question, I’m sure they’re fine. You have a capable team, with my brain Superhero doesn’t stand a chance.”

That reassured the hero just the slightest bit. The villain’s tone was blunt, almost bored, as if they had been planning this their whole imprisonment. That wasn’t as reassuring. Knowing that their nemesis had been planning their humiliation for so long only meant they had things much worse in store.

“And when they get back, little hero, we’ll make a deal of sorts. I defeated Superhero, so I get to choose a trophy.”

All of Hero’s hopes and dreams came crashing down that very second. They knew exactly what Villain was getting at and they also knew there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“And,” Villain chuckled, “I choose you.”

#Uh oh #Hero x trophy #Trophy core #Hero #villain #hero and villain #villain and hero #villain x hero #hero x villain #heroes #villains #villains x heroes #heroes x villains #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #whump #villain whumpee #multiple whumpers #hero whumper #superhero #flirty villain #flustered hero #flirty villain x flustered hero #flustered hero x flirty villain

[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee, once timid, gathering the courage to fight Whumper when a friend is in danger:

#whump #whump memes #bowser's trophy in melee looks so memeable #i'm surprised no one used it #i mean #look at this!!!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

mmm heroo whump i loooove heero whump mmmm baby i missed you mm

“Oh, no.” The supervillain shook their head and sighed dramatically. “A speedster with a broken leg? Gosh, that’s too bad.”

The villain didn’t want to look at the hero crawling over the floor. Their sobs and pleas were bad enough already but the blood? The bone digging through their flesh? That was indescribable.

“Is this necessary?” the villain asked. They kept their voice apathetic, even though they knew their hand would be shaking if they lifted it. The hero’s broken voice filled the lifeless interrogation room, just like the blood covering the floor. “All this mess for an interrogation? You’re wasting precious resources.”

In response the supervillain laughed. In one hand, they still held the pipe and spun it around as their gaze wandered between it and the hero. It was a trophy to them. They cared little for subtleness. The bloodier, the better but they didn’t seem to realise how much time they were wasting.

“You know, with your legs all broken you’re just another human. Nothing really special,” they said to the hero as they leaned over. The supervillain tilted their head. Right when the hero wanted to push their upper body up, the supervillain rammed their boot into their back.

They slammed into the concrete. Face first. They left a bloody handprint on the supervillain’s pants.

And the villain clenched their teeth.

By now the hero was quieter. It wasn’t that they had given up — they’d probably still attack anyone if there was a bullet in their chest — but their energy was fading and their muscles were failing. The villain had never seen them like this.

“It’s a dead end. They won’t give you any information,” the villain said and they hated the hero for that. Truly, deeply loathed that the hero endured torture for hours and even when their bones broke, they didn’t say a word to save themselves.

What kind of sick loyalty was that? What kind of unquestioned obedience? The villain was nearly jealous of that.

“You’re so pessimistic today…we just have to get a little creative, don’t you think?” the supervillain asked. “What if we make them run with their broken leg and if they stop, we kill them?”

“You think that’s creative?” The villain focused on the supervillain instead of the hero who tried to push themselves up again with their trembling arms. Their grunts and moans sounded more like those of an animal. And that wound…the villain could see their tibia.

Yet, the villain pinched the bridge of their nose and squeezed their eyes shut, surprised by their partner’s idiocy.

“Well, it could be entertaining.”

“They can’t even stand up. What makes you think they could run for your entertainment?” the villain asked.

“I dunno. I like experimenting.” The villain sighed.

If they wanted to save the hero, they needed to do it in private. Convincing the hero to give up their secrets wasn’t going to be easy but the villain had information the supervillain could never know about.

“Great. It was your turn and it didn’t work out. Now it’s mine. Give me 20 minutes with them and you’ll have your oh so desired information,” the villain said.

The supervillain studied them.

“You know what? You’re right. They’re your nemesis. Why should I get involved anyway? God forbid I do a friend a favour.”

“Look, I—” the villain looked at the hero’s tears “—appreciate your efforts. But I fear they’re quite stubborn. They won’t give you what they want, even if you take them apart bit by bit.”

For ten very, very long seconds, the supervillain stared at them.

“Is this a possessive thing?” they asked. They had the audacity not to whisper.

But the villain was willing to push them.

“It is a I-know-your-spouse-shouldn’t-know-you’re-a-criminal-thing,” they said. All the villain needed to see was some time with the hero, even if that meant they’d threaten the supervillain.

They didn’t care what their partner thought about this. Or what kind of rumours they wanted to spread. The villain had enough dirt on enough people to bring a quick end to such accidents.

“Oh, stooping to a new low?”

“Forgive me,” the villain said. They stood up. “I’m sure you understand. They’re my nemesis and you’re robbing me of all the fun. I have to draw some lines here.”

“Fine.” The supervillain didn’t look necessarily happy when the villain cornered them until the last escape was through the door.

“Search for something else to play with, will you?” the villain asked. They opened the door of the interrogation room and offered their partner the way out.

Without a second glance, the supervillain mumbled incoherent curses on their way out until the villain shut the door behind them.

However, as soon as they left, the villain walked over to their nemesis and kneeled.

“Hey, come here.” They grabbed them and pulled them onto their lap. The hero kept looking at their leg and whimpered. Fingers drenched in blood found the villain’s jawline and cheekbones and left fingerprints there.

The villain’s heart was beating fast. Usually, they were able to control themselves in stressful situations but the hero desperately clinging onto them startled them.

“I’m sorry,” the villain whispered. “They won’t let go of you. They’ll kill you if you don’t give them anything.”

The hero shook their head and hid their face in the villain’s clothes. They seemed to know how this was turning out.

“Please,” the hero begged. “Please, it hurts so much, it hurts…”

The villain wiped some loose strands of hair out of the hero’s face.

“They want information on your latest mission. You have to give them something. After that, I can protect you,” the villain promised. They could feel how the hero held onto them.

“I can’t, please, please—”

“Sweetheart, don’t make me do this.”

“No, please.” Their tears rolled down their cheeks and the villain’s heart splintered.

Blackmail was the villain’s preferred way of fighting. Everyone had their secrets and the villain liked to obtain information like no other.

In a world where information spread in seconds, a well kept secret could be the key to peace and conflict.

But their hands were shaking. Tears burnt in their eyes.

“You know I know your siblings. If…” The villain felt disgusting. They felt filthy, wretched even. Despising themselves was new and this feeling was alien to them. It hurt, it burnt. But even if the hero never forgave them for it, this would save them. “…if you don’t tell them, I will kill one of them.”

“No, I trusted you, they love you.”

“I’m sorry,” the villain said. They kissed the hero’s temple. “This is the only way, I fear.”

After that, they developed a distaste for blackmail.

#thinking about a-train my boy #ah what a shame #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #supervillain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #hero speedster

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1322

Anon asked:

Do you have any whump ideas for a fairy?

It depends on what kind of fairy your character is/the general lore, but I have a few ideas:

They could be small and kept in a cage/jar with air holes. They could be a prized possession to collectors who trade them. Maybe some like to shake/shock/poke things into the cages.

Their wings are often trophy pieces for hunters. Maybe they don’t die when their wings are cut off, but it throws them off balance/makes them sick/weakens them. Maybe they can grow back, but only under certain circumstances. So if a collector knows this, they could leave the ‘stem’ of the wings so they can re-grow, and farm the wings for money.

^ if this happens to your character, maybe each wings have finger-print like properties, and when wings start to show up on the markets with specific markings, the caretakers are horrified.

Magic exhaustion could be pretty common for fairies.

I have an idea for an illness called ‘Wing Rot’ where fairies can get fungal infections of the wings causing them to, well, rot.

They could be drained of their powers by a curse/rune/magical pendant/shackles.

Maybe they have to fly away from danger but get shot out of the sky - bonus points if they’re carrying someone.

#hastily did these on the browser on my phone so i hope the formatting is okay #i no longer use mobile social media apps - i doomscroll too much lol #Whump #writing #Prompts #ideas #angst #fairy #Fairy whump #magic whump #wing whump #magical exhaustion

[cpt-winters]

Lil' Bit of Medieval Whump

Whumpee gasped for air as Whumper yanked at the chain, giving it no slack as they strutted across the feasting hall. Whumpee's fingers clenched around the collar tightened around his neck, a futile effort to ease it as Whumper tugged on the chain.

The heavy oak doors slammed closed behind the two, commanding the attention of each of the warriors filling the room.

Whumpee's cheeks flushed crimson at the humiliation as he stumbled behind Whumper, struggling to preserve a slither of dignity by avoiding being dragged toward the Warlord.

"You treat him like a dog," the Warlord sighed as Whumper approached and took their seat to his right, forcing Whumpee to kneel beside them.

"Why shouldn't I? He has been defeated,” Whumper declared proudly, shooting Whumpee a smile as he glared back from his spot on the floor.

"I will choke you with this chain..." Whumpee growled quietly. His gaze was abruptly pulled from the floor as Whumper jerked the chain, forcing their eyes to meet.

"What was that, Knight?" Whumper taunted.

"N-nothing," came the strangled reply.

"Where is your honour, Whumper? “ the Warlord questioned, shaking his head as he took a sip from his goblet. “He was a great warrior.”

"Was, Lord,” Whumper corrected, finally releasing Whumpee from their grip. “And now he may serve as a trophy. Nothing more.”

#whump #whump scenario #stoic whumpee #defiant whumpee #humiliation whump #collar whump #male whumpee #whump snippet #medieval whump #fantasy whump #historical whump #Whump Thing I Wrote 9 #royal whump #i think?

[chaotic-orphan]

Intoxicating Fear - Masterpost

Ongoing Series

“Oh yes,” said Omen, tone reminiscent. “Old Mentor went mad trying to stop me, poor dear.”

“You drove him crazy! You weaponised his own mind against him,” Kit said, hatred colouring his voice. Omen smirked.

“I was going to do the same to you,” said Omen, his voice flowing through Kit’s ears like liquid silver. “It’s a favourite of my many gifts. Not at all fit for combat like lightning or water, but I can break you without breaking a sweat. Even before I took your mind you couldn’t lift a finger against me.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Omen.

It was a whisper, a rumour, the bogeyman - nobody who met him lived to tell about it, or if they did, they didn't remember. Almost everything about him was unknown until he drove Mentor mad and claimed the notoriety for bringing the world's greatest Superhero to heel.

On his first solo mission, Kit, the hero Malyn, gets far more than he ever bargained for. Omen takes Kit as a trophy, a play-thing, a puppet - addicted to being Kit's biggest fear.

Will Kit escape Omen, or is he doomed to be Omen's puppet forever, or worse... end up like Mentor - mind melted, hospitalised, and scared of his own shadow?

Main Characters

Kit Mallory (22) — Malyn

Kit showed incredible promise in the young Hero Academy and was offered to be Mentor's sidekick, the greatest Superhero in the world. Kit took the offer, Mentor taking him under his wing as if he were family and soon that's what they grew to be; family.

After Omen attacks Mentor, Kit's entire life is uprooted, unraveling before him and he's consumed by vengeance, promising Mentor he would avenge him. He just didn't expect to meet Omen so soon, so suddenly, so unaware.

He’d be damned if he let Omen know that.

Oskar Ambrose (26) — Omen

Not much is known about Ambrose. That’s the way he likes it. The less people that know about him the better, and yet, there was something about Malyn that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Something like a puzzle that he wanted to solve.

Never before had anyone made Ambrose not want to use his powers to force them to submit. Malyn… he was like the gift that keeps on giving— life is too short not to abuse a Hero every once in a while. If during the course of his meddling it happened to further his own agenda, well — that would just be an added bonus.

Chapters

Part one - Introductions

The Old Fairground

A crude awakening

Instant Regret

Breaking balls

Know your place

Part two - Homeward Bound

6. Welcome home 7. The Great Escape 8. A visitor comes a-knocking 9. Much needed alone time 10. Reprieve

Part three - A devil’s bargain

11. A deal with the devil 12. Breakdown 13. Family time

14. Wake up call

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Guys I finally made a masterpost of intoxicating fear!!!! Oh my god it was such a pain trying to find the last update but now I don't need to! YAY! Also, just purely stole Whumblr's HIWTHI masterpost template but listen... if you wanna be great you got to look at the greats okay - it's like a masterclass in masterposts and blog organisation okay?

Also if you are waiting on updates for this series - don't worry, the next part is on the way, even get a cheeky sneak peak at the chapter title ;)

BUT if you ARE waiting and you need some whump to satiate that URGE and you haven't read Whumblr's HIWTHI - before you thank me, you are welcome - AND IT's completed so no wait times - okay ENJOY!

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[kabie-whump]

CYOA Whump Part 17

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You chose: Nothing. I'll try to form a stronger bond with him before I ask for help.

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You and Onthyes sit together below deck as the sounds of fighting dwindle down. You're dizzy and cold from blood loss, but he seems confident that you're going to survive.

Sunlight blinds you as the door opens and John beckons the two of you outside. His nose is bleeding, but he looks fine otherwise.

"Hildris?" Onthyes asks as he helps you to your feet.

"She's a tough one, laddie," John says, giving him a firm pat on the shoulder. "A wee stab wound is nothin she can't handle."

"Thank the gods. I wanted to help but..."

"Your charge here is more important, accordin to the captain. Shame that Rye's gonna beat your kill record now. It'll go right to the bastard's head."

Onthyes winces. "I don't mind. It suits him better than me."

Nearby, Hildris is sitting atop a crate while a young elven woman presses her hands to the wound in her side, chanting a soft melody. Her hands glow gold, and Hildres lets out a contented sigh.

"Who is that?" you whisper.

"Tiria," Onthyes replies, leading you over to her. "She's a healer. We picked her up a few months ago. Found her stranded on an island."

You stop short, glaring at him as you pull on the chain, forcing him to stop and look at you.

"What?"

"There has been a healer on board this whole time and I have never met her? What about when I got the shit beat out of me? My ribs have been killing me and they could have just been magically healed?"

A breeze swirls around you, making Onthyes's clothes flap around where he'd torn them to make a bandage for your arm.

"She doesn't want us asking her for healing unless it's an emergency. She doesn't like to tire herself on scrapes and bruises when someone could break a bone or be impaled any second."

"Are my broken ribs not an emergency?"

Onthyes sighs. "They're probably only bruised, Ventis. Rye wasn't even wearing his kicking boots."

You glance over at where Rye is showing off his newest trophy - a severed finger. On his feet, his blood-soaked boots are capped with thick metal spikes.

"I see."

You allow Onthyes to lead you to Tiria. She eyes you with a bored expression as she cleans blood off her hands. "Let's see it."

Onthyes unwraps the makeshift bandages from your upper arm. "He got hit with an arrow," he explains. "Barbed head. I cut it out as soon as we were safe."

You do your best to sit still as Tiria examines the wound. She pokes it with her long fingers and it takes all of your self control to not flinch away from the pain.

"Not bad, Onthyes," she remarks. "Clean cuts. You'd make a good surgeon."

"Um... thanks."

Her fingers dig a little deeper into the wound and you see a look of morbid fascination cross her face. "Your blood is... bubbly," she murmurs. "Interesting."

"Air genasi thing. Can you just heal me?" you grind out through your teeth.

"Hmph. Alright."

She starts singing and the pain fades away, replaced with a tingling warmth that spreads through your whole body. You sigh, your muscles relaxing for the first time in forever.

As she works, you watch the rest of the crew bring in the spoils. Crates and crates of supplies and merchandise. The civilians and remaining guards that weren't killed in the fight are left tied up on their own ship. You can feel the excitement of the pirates around you; can hear the whispers about how this is by far the best haul they've ever had.

And it's all thanks to you.

They're never letting you go now.

The next few weeks go similarly. A few days of downtime followed by Erxik calling you in for a task that requires you to use your magic. The crew of the Fortune enjoy a new era of wealth and power thanks to their use of your abilities.

You stay chained to Onthyes, but it gets easier to manage and it turns out that the two of you coexist pretty well considering how different you are. It helps that he's extremely comfortable to sleep next to. You warm up to his friends as well, and the next time Rye tries to fuck with you he only gets a few punches in before Golkulildyth the Mighty glares at him as she stands to her full eight feet of height and he backs down.

So things are going well, all things considered.

One night, you and Onthyes are preparing to go down for bed when you hear Rye's voice. His voice is low like he's trying to whisper, but the wind just so happens to carry it right to your ear.

You pause, pulling on the chain to halt Onthyes and signaling for him to be quiet.

"Captain's got all this wealth now thanks to the little freak," he says. "But the rest of us ain't seen none of it."

"I hear ya." This one's a woman's voice, deep and raspy. Tinny. "But ya can't go pressin him about it, alright? Captain ain't keen on sharin. You know that."

"Something's gonna change, Tin. If he don't start feeling generous soon we're gonna have to take matters into our own hands."

"Yer not talkin mutiny. I won't hear that."

"Ya didn't. I never said the word. I never said nothin."

You hear footsteps, and you and Onthyes hurry below deck.

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[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

I FUCKING DID IT GUYS AND IT'S STILL THE FOURTEENTH FOR ME SO I'M GONNA COUNT THIS AS A SUCCESS-- HAPPY BIRTHDAY BARRY AND HERE'S THE WORST PRESENT EVER

Tagging some moots and people who have shown interest in this fic. Love you guys and thank you so much for the support <3: @negative-speedforce @the-feral-gremlin @vexic929 @kindestwalkingmentalbreakdown @alittleflashvibe @localcanadiancryptid22 @elutrosop @cloverofhope

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Major Character Death

Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014)

Characters: Barry Allen Hunter Zolomon Cisco Ramon Joe West Iris West Caitlin Snow Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells

Additional Tags: Hurt No Comfort Angst Whump Blood and Injury Alternate Universe - Zoom Wins Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Episode: s02e23 The Race of His Life Character Death Imprisonment Captivity Barry Allen Needs a Hug Barry Allen does not get a hug Barry Whump it's all Barry whump Unhappy Ending Bad Ending Other Additional Tags to Be Added Beta read but we still die like everyone in this fic

Summary:

“A remnant?” Zoom stood over him, blue lightning flickering over black leather. “Nice try, Flash.”

or

Zoom wins and everyone suffers the consequences

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[angels-whump]

Can you pls do more ideas for vampire and human whump? But more like, the vampire is the whumpee?

Absolutely!

(Im sorry this took a while I was struggling idk why)

Anyway

Vampires have been hunting humans for centuries, it's no surprise that as soon as folks get the chance, they're all too eager to take their revenge.

The best a vampire can hope for anymore is to be a mercenary. There's...mixed feelings about that from both humans and vampires, but hey, it keeps them from becoming some kind of demented trophy.

Their healing abilities and supernatural strength are often taken for granted and over used. Then, the vampire gets shamed for not being in a fit state to continue. It doesn't help that most of humanity wants to eradicate vampires entirely, no one is exactly eager to help them

Because vampires live for so long, those captured by vampire hunters find themselves serving their children and their children's children. That gets beyond infuriating, if one doesn't simply become numb. Aside from being subjected to constant hatred for being monsters and parasites, a lot of vampires end up starving, either at the hands of a human or because of how difficult it's become to get the nourishment they need. Sometimes, with vampires in captivity, the humans will give them something to drink and in their urgency to feed the poor vampire gets stopped and only further harassed for not bothering to ask where it came from. Constantly pounding in the narrative that these creatures are amoral and incapable of empathy, until even the vampires start to hate themselves for it. "You're not even going to check if it's animal blood? You don't want to be a monster, right? You wouldn't want to hurt a person would you? Do you not care?"

Lot of humans love to see just how far they can push the "monsters". Whether it be teasing with food, pushing them to the edge of their life sustaining abilities, or going so far as to turn vampires into little more than vicious, unthinking monsters everyone used to fear them as through "training".

At some point, highly influential people start using their vampires to turn humans who they're upset with/having problems with. Of course, not only does that ruin that person's life, it just adds to the vampires' self loathing. They are literally the humans dumpster now

We all know humans just love exerting power. The worst part is, vampires aren't even viewed as kindly as pets. Most of these vampires weren't even around when they were still hunting humans. Even if they were, how is that any different from humans eating meat? It's just life!

I hope you like it! If you wanted a specific scenario I'm sorry but I'd be happy to write one :)

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[gumnut-logic]

Unusual Whump List

Here is a short list of unusual paths to whump to inspire fic and/or art. Feel free to reblog, share, and even send me a prompt to see if you can get me writing (maybe include a character as well). Have fun :D

Pulled elastic slap

Frozen confectionery

Attacked by a moose

Stepping on Lego

Bird poop

Pricked by a pin

Slipping in the bathroom

Glitter

Falling pinecone

Stung by a caterpillar

Smell

Caught in a tangle

Stepped on by a dog

Too much food

Attacked by a trophy

Licked by a cat

Static electricity

Reaction to laundry powder

Hit by a ball

Bright light in the dark

Pecked by a bird

Falling bookshelf

Spider at breakfast

Hot glue gun

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[whumping-valentine]

🦌 WHUMP CONCEPT 🦌

Okay okay okay so I grew up/live in a rather rural, redneck town full of hunters and farmers, surrounded by woods and farmland. I mean, in school we literally had a "tractor day" where folks drove their tractor to school. There were multiple pages in my highschool yearbooks full of dead animals and dudes in camo holding guns. Well maybe not the gun part I dunno if they could do that, but you get the idea. (Nope, I went back and checked — guns are, in fact, present!)

So anyways, I was listening to Southern gothic inspired playlists while driving around town at night after work and I had an IDEA.

Whumpee is an animal/nature lover who enjoys hiking and camping and such. They're an animal rights activist and believe in protecting and respecting nature. They're vegan, pure of heart, and volunteer at shelters. Maybe they're even going to school to be a veterinarian. The woods are their happy place, and they're friends with the local deer. Wildlife just seems to trust them.

Meanwhile, whumper is a sadistic hunter who does it for every reason one would hunt — for food, for the trophy, and for the fun of the sport, for that thrill of killing, taking a life. They don't care how they capture their prey, whether it be by the trigger of a gun, elaborate traps, or illegal contraptions. Maybe they make clothes out of deer skin and craft necklaces from their bones. Maybe they're strictly carnivorous. Either way, the woods go dead quiet whenever they enter them, as nature can feel the threat they pose.

One day whumpee is taking a walk through the woods when they step into a bear trap. When whumper comes to check their traps the next day, whumpee is relieved to receive help and be rescued.

Unfortunately for them, that won't be happening. For whumpee is whumper's latest, most treasured prey.

Their sweet little Fawn.

:)

( Feel free to attach any of your own rural inspired ideas! I never realized how nice my hometown was for this kind of setting. Never noticed how creepy it was at night... )

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