#blood on hands

[gogglecat]

[iwritewhump]

"You told me this was the right thing" + mislead + blood on hands

day 29 of @whumptember

960 words

warnings: young whumpee, blood, character bludgeoned to death, gun, character being shot (not fatal), cursing, captive whumpee, chained to the wall

part one

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Hero stares at the photo, “Are you sure it’s him?” she asks. “His hair wasn’t this long.” 

“It’s been a few months,” Superhero says. He puts a hand on her shoulder and pulls her against his chest. “It’s him. Supervillain wouldn’t lie about that.” 

She pulls away from him, tucking the photo away back into the envelope. “This is your fault.” she snaps. “You’re the one who told me this was the right-no this was the only thing to get him to stop.” 

“Hero, it was the only way.” He frowns and then turns around, “The only way to keep you in the game. The right thing for me to do was get Villain away from you so you did your fucking job. I mean, since you’ve forgotten about him, how many people have you saved? How many lives have improved since then?” 

She stares at him, ears unbelieving what they were hearing. Superhero turns back around and sits in front of Hero. 

“The truth is, Supervillain reached out to me first. And I told him I was looking to get rid of Villain. I don’t really think he wanted him that badly, but when I offered? He couldn’t refuse.

“And this?” He says, tapping on the envelope, “This was a signal to me that he’s ready to fight again. So let’s go, let's get Villain back and take Supervillain down once and for all. Because he doesn’t deserve what Supervillain’s done to him.” 

She looks at him and nods. Without a word, she gets dressed and gathers her weapons. 

The car ride to Supervillain is long and the only thing keeping Hero from jumping out onto the side of the road is knowing that she’ll see Villain again. 

Superhero casts glances her way the whole ride, trying to gauge how upset she was at him and knowing it would be more clear once she saves Villain. He parks the car and steps onto the gravel. The ground crunches under Hero’s feet and she storms up to the door. 

In one swift movement, she kicks it in and shouts, “Supervillain, where the fuck are you?!” 

Stumbling footsteps echo throughout the lair and Hero’s hand reaches for her weapon. Superhero stands behind her, a hand hovering over his gun. “Shoot first,” he whispers to her, “You don’t know what tricks he has up his sleeves.” 

“Supervillain, I only came for Villain. Just…let him go?” she begs. 

A weak voice calls out from around the corner, “Hero?” it whimpers. “Is it really you?” 

“Villain?” Hero cries. “Come here, I came to get you out of here.” 

“I…I can’t.” he stammers. “There’s a chain.” 

Hero charges ahead but is slammed to a stop by Superhero’s hand clamped down on her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she snaps, pulling his fingers off of her. “He needs me.” 

“It’s a trap!” Superhero snaps. He pulls her back to him and tilts his head, almost sympathetically. Hero sets her jaw and turns away from him, dragging him past the corner with her. He digs his fingers into her collarbone and she stops. For a moment, he thinks she’s going to kill him right then and there. He lets her go, and she walks away after one soft warning, “Be careful.” 

There’s a puddle of blood surrounding Villain. It’s stained on his clothes, dried on his hands, and caked in his hair. She runs to him and pulls him into her arms. “What happened?” 

He sobs into her chest, “I beat him.” he exhales shakily and tries to point at the bloodied hammer laying on the ground next to Supervillain’s body. “He let his guard down and I attacked. Just like you told me to.” 

“Oh,” She sobs, “I’m so sorry, I-I’m so sorry.” 

She presses a kiss to his forehead and holds him tightly as they both sob. Then, quicker than Hero thought possible, Villain pulls away and backs up against a wall. 

“What’s wrong?” she asks, scooting closer to her. 

His eyes lock on something behind her and he lifts a shaking hand to point at it, “Don’t-don’t let him-”

“Oh, shut up!” Superhero snaps. He points the gun at Villain and rolls his eyes, “You’re always blabbering. For once in your fucking life, just fucking shut up.” 

Hero jumps to her feet and stands between Villain and the gun. “What are you doing?” she asks, taking a step toward Superhero. “Supervillain’s dead. Put the gun away.” 

She snaps her head back to look at Villain, then she looks back at Superhero. He tilts his head and frowns, “I didn’t think you were still so fucking stupid. I mean, I spelled out my plan. Letting Supervillain know where out base is to send the envelope, going to his lair to ‘save Villain’, letting you go ahead of me.” 

The gun presses against Hero’s shoulder and her face is almost touching Superhero’s. “Put the gun away,” she begs. “Just let us go. You’ll never see us again and you can tell everyone that you killed Supervillain. Just…let us go.” 

“Not this time,” he says. His finger pulls back on the trigger and the bullet goes through her. She falls to the ground and Villain screams. 

He crawls forward and presses his hands against the wound. “No, no, no.” He babbles. Desperately, he puts his other hand on top and stares at her, “No, no. Hero…” Superhero grabs a handful of Villain’s hair and pulls him to his feet. He pulls him away from Hero until the leg with the chain is pulled back. He tosses him onto the ground and shoots him in the leg. 

Hero shouts in protest, begging Superhero to let him go and take her instead, but her pleas fell on unlistening ears. 

[wardenred]

Whumptember 29: "You told me this was the right thing"

Randomly, a sequel to my very first Whumptember snippet.

“You told me this is how we do right. By destroying gods. You were wrong.”

The hero hates how their voice trembles. All this time, and they still brace themself for a scathing comment. A kick to their pride.

They get none of that. Their former mentor just lies there by the wall, motionless, nearly breathless. The hero has to bend down and squint to see the shallow heave of his ribs.

He looks like a broken puppet, the goddess croons at the back of the hero’s mind, utterly delighted.

The hero rather thinks he looks like a toppled statue. They’re caught staring, wondering if the man hears them at all.

The goddess doesn’t say anything more, but she makes her impatience known. It’s in the tension at the back of the hero’s neck, in the spasms in their gut, the ache in their teeth. She wants them to get on with the sacrifice.

I don’t know if I can, they think at her, desperate. He’s...

They don’t know how to encompass everything this man has been to them in a word. It’s not love that keeps their hand away from the blade, for sure. It’s not gratitude.

But it’s something.

It’s something.

Their spine cracks and throbs, the goddess urging them to go on.

He taught me everything I know.

How to fight. How to hate. How to fear. How to be alone.

How to steady their hand and move forth with impossible tasks.

Warmth tingles through their entire body. I’ll teach you so much more, the goddess promises.

They have to believe her. Otherwise, this has all been in vain.

With a ragged sigh, they pull the ritual knife out.

“You were wrong about the gods and the world,” they tell the crumpled body before them, and they believe it, of course they believe it. It’s true, isn’t it? “You were one of those who created the problem... and now you’ll have to be part of the solution.”

They brace themself. They mouth, I’m sorry, and pretend that the goddess can’t hear them; that they can’t feel her distaste.

The first cut, the first scream, the first splash of blood over their hands.

Later, they’re going to be sick.

Now, the second cut.

[athenepromachos]

When Justice died.... slain by the law.

[shattered-pieces]

If we could somehow do some sort of massive performance art thay gets attention to Ukraine and tells Congress we can't wait any longer

[mylittleredgirl]

okay tumblr’s exclusion from the twitter social media ban list is hilarious but genuinely we do not belong on there. if a real human person asks “where can i find you on social media” and your choice is a swift death or revealing your tumblr, most of us would simply expire. half of y’all change urls every week like you’re in witness protection. just imagine for one second attaching your wholeass government name to your latest two am clownposting and tell me that didn’t send a cold chill down your spine. the only place i ever want to see the words “connect with me on tumblr!” is on the ao3 profile of an author i’m actively stalking. anyone in the world can follow me except anyone i personally know. antisocial media.

[suiheisen]

quick question: when will she ravish me.

also... the music. the little wet noises... so good...

[wombywoo]

aftercare ❤️‍🩹

[hualianschild]

tumblr should have a pin comment button but shoutout to this one <3

[applestruda]

"You Have Succeeded Your Task"

[zegalba]

An X-ray image of the blood vessels of the hand made using mercury injection (1896)

[posebox-guide]

Hazelrie Nightwings by ???

[Please DM me if you find the download link]

Animation 2

[dykestache]

new heart bong 🫀

[potato-lord-but-not]

and our next course: Michael Shelley

[xamag-draws]

[Perfect Blue] "who are you..?"

[bleakbluejay]

you motherfuckers have no concept of what "land back" or "decolonize" even mean. you're too busy demonizing entire groups of people, terrified, shitting yourselves, that they'll do even half of the horrors to you that you've done to them for decades or centuries. this shit comes off as hella racist for real. you hate arabs so much. you hate first nations people so much. you hate black people so much. even if you sympathize with them, you can't fucking bear the idea of them gaining freedom, independence, autonomy, safety, because you're so, so scared they'll hurt you back and cause chaos in the streets. these same people who just want to rebuild. who just want to go home. who just want to see their families again. who just want food. who just want medical care. who just want dry, warm shelter. you're so focused on the ideas of colonization, of "us vs. them", of one people displacing the other for a state to exist, that you cannot comprehend coexistence, and your only idea of peace is if an entire group of people were just gone and dead.

grow the fuck up. for the love of GOD, grow the fuck up.