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whumpasaurus101 · 10 months
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I love UR WRITING! can u do henchman or sidekick whumpee x possessive villain whumper x posessive righthand whumper 2 (kinda like cruel sadistic yanderes) —whumpee caught trying to escape their mansion /whereever they live
GGAGGGHHH ANON YOURE THE SWEEETESSTTT <<33333 I LOVE THIS SM YES OFC!!!!
I'm sorry this isn't amazing but I couldn't get back to sleep so I whipped this up quickly HUIDJKHJDHDH
Cw: Knife wounds, held while hurt, yandere whumpers, mulitiple whumpers, creepy and possessive whumpers
“And just where might you be off to?” Villain’s voice cooed from behind Sidekick, a cold trickle sent down their spine as they shivered, “I uh-y-I…I swear I-”
“I-I-,” Villain mocked, taking a step closer, leading Sidekick to be pressed up against the door, “Darling,” Villain cooed, leaning in close as they tilted their head, “Do you not enjoy staying here?”
A sob caught in Whumpee’s throat as they tried to speak but they couldn't form any words. “What’s the matter, darling,” Right Hand crooned, raking their hand through Sidekick’s hair- who jumped, not noticing their advance on them. “Cat got your tongue?”
And suddenly, the gentle touch in their hair turned into an iron-tight grip as they tightened their fist, slamming Sidekick’s head against the door. Sidekick cried out, their hands flying up in an attempt to claw at Right Hand’s grip but there was no use. Villain nodded once at Right hand and took a step backwards;
“I know you think you belong to Hero, you think that’s who you belong to, but let me make one thing very clear,” Villain was practically shaking from anger, seething as they watched Sidekick begin to fight against Right Hand's grip. The sound of the switchblade opening made Sidekick freeze up.
“You don’t belong to anyone else but Right Hand and I. We own you, not Hero, not Civillain, not anyone,” Villain stepped closer, their knuckles white as they gripped the handle of the knife. “Nononono-”
Right Hand had managed to move behind Sidekick, pinning their back against their own chest as Villain advanced towards them. Sidekick cried out, tears streaming down their face as they thrashed against Right Hand, “NO-nonono ple-please ‘m so-sorry-” They sobbed, “I di-didn't mean- I-”
A sob erupted from their throat as the cold metal blade traced lightly along their ribs, the other froze, shivering and trembling as they squeezed their eyes shut. “Oh darling,” Right Hand cooed, playing with Sidekick’s hair, soaking in how they trembled, “We’re doing this for your own good.”
Sidekick jolted as the blade slashed once across their chest. Right Hand tightened their grip, “We’re doing this because we care about you,” They soothed, “You belong to us.” The knife next drew a long red line just below Sidekick’s collarbone, making the other yell through gritted teeth. 
Villain lightly traced the knife up along their collarbone, up up up their neck, smudging a glistening red streak along their skin from their previous wounds. The knife stopped just under their chin, forcing their head up. Sidekick shook with a sob but slowly blinked their eyes open, a tear immediately falling as their eyes met with Villain’s.
“You belong with us,” They whispered, their voice making Sidekick shiver, a whimper escaping their throat.
“You belong to us and only us. Sidekick-” They slowly tucked a short curl behind Sidekick’s ear and Villain smiled gently, “We are the ones for you. You're made to be with us. We would do anything for you.”
Sidekick slowly cringed back into Right hand but they nodded.
Villain gently brought their hand against the cut along Sidekick’s collarbone. Sidekick bit their lip, holding in a cry as Villain slowly leant in and spoke quietly, “Who do you belong to, dove?”
Sidekick whimpered, tears streaming down their face as they rasped out but eventually spoked, “Y-you guys- o-only you guys.” 
Villain’s eyes sparkled with delight and Right Hand smiled, gently massaging Sidekick’s scalp, “Oh, well done, Honey, we’re so proud of you.” Sidekick sobbed as all they could do was lean into the soft, gentle touches. Villain pocketed the knife quickly and cupped Sidekick’s face gently, their thumb brushing along their cheekbone, “I know it's hard, I know, dove. But here with us is where you belong, with us.” Sidekick wanted to fight, everything in them told them to resist. But this is where they belonged.
With them.
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serickswrites · 5 months
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Set Up II
Part 1 Part 3
Hero still couldn’t believe that Supervillain hadn’t killed them. That Supervillain had offered them kindness. And full support. 
They couldn’t believe it as they walked into Lair on Supervillain’s heels and everyone welcomed them. Genuinely welcomed them. Only hours ago they had been enemies, now they were being treated as a comrade. 
“Welcome back, Boss,” one minion came up to Supervillain. “I took the liberty of setting up a new bedroom. I’m sure your new friend is very tired.”
Supervillain looked over at their shoulder at Hero. “Take them to the med bay first. See that they are checked over and have everything they need. I have reports to review.”
The minion saluted. “Come on,” they said to Hero and put a gentle hand on Hero’s shoulder. “Boss has stuff to do. You and I have stuff to do.”
“I don’t….I don’t understand,” Hero said as they slowly followed the minion. “Supervillain…”
“Is not the person Superhero would have you believe they are. I’m Right Hand. I’ll be sure you get a map and introduce you to your training squad. But first let’s get a healer to look at you.”
By the time Hero sank into their fluffy bed, they had met so many new people—all delighted to meet and help Hero—had a more thorough medical evaluation than they’d had the entire time they had worked under Superhero, and had a detailed map of Lair in hand. 
Right Hand had escorted them to their room with promises that they would be there first thing in the morning to take Hero to training, should Hero wish.
A knock at the door interrupted Hero’s thoughts. Hero jumped up and opened the door, surprised that they hadn’t been locked in. Supervillain leaned on the door frame. “Hey,” they smiled. 
“Hi?” Hero still wasn’t sure why Supervillain hadn’t killed them. 
“Just wanted to be sure you have everything you need. You’ve had a big day, after all.” 
Hero nodded quickly. “Yes, thank you it’s—“
“The humane thing to do. Superhero always treated their apprentices like trash. I treat everyone like a person deserving of dignity and respect.”
Hero opened and closed their mouth. That was….more than decent. 
Supervillain yawned. “Like I said, just wanted to check on you before I head out on a night mission.”
“Take me with you,” Hero blurted out. 
Supervillain gave Hero a once over glance. “Not yet. You were set up to fail today. I won’t do the same as my adversary.” Supervillain put a hand up to stop Hero’s protest. “Don’t worry, little one, I’ll be sure you’re good and ready soon. You’ll see.”
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tf2fanithinkso · 3 days
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Why is it so hard to draw with my right hand 😭😭😭
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wiirocku · 5 months
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Psalm 18:35 (WEB) - You have also given me the shield of Your salvation. Your right hand sustains me. Your gentleness has made me great.
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Prompt 25
“Oh god I’m so hot,” the villain groaned.
“Hell yeah you are, boss!”
“[Henchman], normally, I would really appreciate that. But right now, I need you to focus on fixing that air conditioner.”
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Short Prompt #905
"I'm going out to get food. You want anything?" The right hand asked, grabbing their keys and pausing to look at the villain.
"The souls of my enemies." Villain grumbled, swaddled in blankets.
Right Hand snorted. "You can get those yourself when you're not bedridden."
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villainouspeachpie · 1 year
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Pillow fight
It was the dead of night, and Hero was getting ready for bed after a long day at work. They filled up a water bottle from the fridge and walked into their bedroom. They placed the bottle on their nightstand, slipped off their bunny slippers, stretched, and finally climbed into bed. Just as they slipped on their eye mask, their phone rang.
Hero sighed, but checked their phone anyway. Surprise, surprise, it was Superhero with a new mission for them. Something about Villain committing a new crime. Great. Hero was almost tempted to ask Superhero to do it themself, but finally walked to the address.
It couldn’t be right. It didn’t make sense. The address had to be wrong. Why would Villain, a criminal mastermind with a full crew of henchmen and a knack for stealing priceless artifacts, want anything from the local mattress shop?
The lights were on, but the door was unguarded. They opened the door as quietly as they could, but when the bell on the door rang, all eyes were immediately on them. However, the only thing hero could stare at was the large pile of mattresses in the middle of the room.
On top of the pile, was their arch nemesis, who only looked down from being hand fed grapes when their henchmen started to go speechless. There were mattresses placed like stairs, slightly lowered each pile. Villain slowly made their way down to Hero, their cape dragging along behind them.
“Wow, even a princess couldn’t feel a pea from a mattress pile that high.” Hero joked. Villain threw a pillow at their face, but Hero caught it and tapped them lightly on the shoulder with it. Villain faltered for a moment. Villain had just messed up a throw in front of their entire empire. They shook it off with a smirk. “Hm. Hey, Right Hand? Remember how you spilled coffee on my lap earlier?” Right Hand nodded hesitantly. “Well you’re on Hero’s team. Henchmen 1, 2, and 3? You too. Might as well make it a fair pillow fight.” Great. Now Hero wasn’t going to get a second of sleep tonight. At least they would get to destroy Villain’s ego, at least for a day.
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mamaimmasimp · 6 months
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Are you all left or right handed?
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lili-loves-whump · 8 months
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Do your worst <3
hell. yeah.
lili-lives-whump presents:
Dumb and Dumber
Villain ran a hand over their face, pressing their palms into their eyes. It felt cool against their inflamed face.
They swept their hair out of their eyes with a huff. Next to them, Scientist pushed their glasses further up their nose.
“You Need a break,” they squawked, eyes narrowing. “When was the last time you slept?”
Villain shrugged.
“You could carry groceries with those eyebags.”
“I get it, Scientist,” Villain snapped, turning around again. They went to point at the whiteboard when a wave of nausea suddenly rushed over them.
“Villain?” Medic said softly, standing up slowly.
“I’m fine,” they muttered, breathing deeply. Their stomach coiled into a tight knot and they blinked slowly. The light hurt their eyes.
“What were you saying?”
“The resistance,” Medic said, “Lab Tech needs more electrical power, and I was thinking we could take some from the recreational budget, so we need you to sign this-“
“And, Hero hasn’t responded to their emails so you should probably send someone down there.”
“Don’t forget the ragtag rebels need to be fed and checked for that plague going around-“
“Supervillain isn’t on vacation, so you have to check on their empire and parrot.”
Right hand looked up from the notes they were studying. They opened their mouth to say something, then closed it as they saw the look of horror overcome Villain.
“Hey,” they said softly, “what’s wrong?”
The lights above them began to flicker suddenly, and Medic groaned. “Lab Tech! Villain, they’re taking power from the meeting rooms. Sign this already, and you can work on diverting the power.”
Right Hands brow creased with worry. “Villain?”
As the lights flickered back on, Villain felt stiff, and their eyelids were droopy as they reached for the pen Medic was holding out. Their cheeks were hot with embarrassment and fever.
Their hands shook, and without warning, Villain collapsed at the table.
As their senses faded, Villain heard Medic say: “damn Villain, you’re really getting dumb and dumber.”
@whumpprentice
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b1g4udge · 9 months
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Quick Verdugo piece
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serickswrites · 5 months
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Bring VII
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8
Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, wounds
All Right Hand knew was pain. They could smell their own burnt flesh. Could taste the blood that ran down the back of their throat. And it took everything in them to keep their eyes open. 
“If you pass out, Right Hand, I’ll return my attention back to Sidekick. You don’t want that, do you?” Villain whispered in Right Hand’s ear. “You will have sacrificed yourself for nothing.”
Right Hand glanced over at Sidekick. Sidekick still hadn’t regained consciousness and Right Hand was beginning to worry that Villain had done something to Sidekick in the time they had been gone to do other chores after pouring the salt and water on Sidekick’s back. 
“I’m awake,” Right Hand hissed. But they weren’t sure for how much longer. It was taking everything in them to stay awake.
Villain grinned. “I can see that. We’ll see how long you last.” Villain scraped their finger along an open wound on Right Hand’s back. 
Right Hand squealed in pain.Villain laughed as they pushed their finger into the wound. “This could all stop, you just have to say yes.”
Right Hand couldn’t say anything. All they could think about was the burning pain and the encroaching darkness. They had to stay awake or Sidekick would face more torture. 
“No yes? Then I guess I’ll keep going.” Villain scraped another wound with their other hand. “I gave you so many chances, Right Hand.” 
Right Hand’s grip on consciousness began to fade as Villain thrust more fingers into the wounds, pulling and tearing Right Hand’s skin. Right Hand gave a silent plea for forgiveness and mercy as the darkness consumed them.
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Christ's Perfect Sacrifice
Jesus our priest offered one sacrifice for sins for all time. Then he sat down at the right hand of God. — Hebrews 10:12 | New International Reader’s Version (NIRV) Holy Bible, New International Reader’s Version® Copyright © 1995, 1996, 1998 by Biblica. All rights reserved worldwide. Cross References: Psalm 110:1; Mark 16:19; Ephesians 5:2; Hebrews 1:3; Hebrews 5:1; Hebrews 5:3; Hebrews 7:27
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wiirocku · 10 months
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Psalm 16:11 (NKJV) - You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
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justana0kguy · 25 days
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2024 APRIL 01 Easter Monday
"I bless the LORD who counsels me; even in the night my heart exhorts me. I set the LORD ever before me; with Him at my right hand I shall not be disturbed.
Therefore my heart is glad and my soul rejoices, my body, too, abides in confidence because you will not abandon my soul to the netherworld, nor will you suffer your faithful one to undergo corruption.
You will show me the path to life, fullness of joys in your presence, the delights at your right hand forever."
~ Psalms 16:7-11
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Short Prompt #846
"Why are we running?!" - the villain questioned as their right hand dragged them along in a frantic sprint.
"Because they want your head, and I want to keep my paycheck!" - Right Hand hissed in reply, pulling them around a corner.
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