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Accidental whumper is terrified of bees, so it sucks more that their school/work has been having bug infestations lately.

One day them and Whumpee walk into the building and found a very irritable bee nest. Whumper freaks out while Whumpee tries to stop them from throwing a FUCKING CHAIR at the hive. Whumper does not listen. Whumpee is forced to jump in the way so the bees don’t ✨lose their shit.✨

Whumpee can’t move from of excruciating pain of being hurled a chair at. Whumper, realizing what just happened, panics even more and just RUNS.

So anyways the next time they see each other is a little awkward—-

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That one member of the team who's the most grumpy and angry and always complains about others and doesn't get along with anyone and really just prefers to be left alone...

But when the whole team is captured they are the first one to go "Leave them alone. Take me instead."

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I love when they mistake the gentlest character for the most terrible villain and unnecessarily extreme force is used to imprison them.

They are locked away with every precaution; dozens of guards, restraints of every sort… They are treated as uncommonly dangerous with maximum security when in reality, they could never harm a soul.

But of course, nobody asked them that…

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The wings shine in flickering light, mounted above the fireplace, splayed as if mid flight.

Whumpee is only ever given a backless top, or no shirt at all, to show off the scars where those wings were attached. There’s more evidence that those wings were once theirs- the matching feathers that make up fluffy ears, colors that shine in their eyes.

It wasn’t easy to catch an angel, but once its wings and halo were taken, it became as docile as a pet dove. The only hint that it’s unhappy with the situation is the tiny crease in their eyebrow when they’re shown off to guests.

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Former living weapon absolutely dominating at laser tag

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Whumpee, who managed to escape from their captors before passing out, wakes up in a hospital with relief before noticing that they're handcuffed to the bed. They made it back to their team, yes, but it feels like a bad dream, the team is somehow dead convinced whumpee betrayed them.

Whumpee is back in their familiar environment, but nothing is the same, they're being treated like a villain, and no matter how many times they beg and promise they don't know about anything they're accused of, their friends have become their captors with stone cold faces.

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characters apologizing for things they have no control over. mumbling sorry while losing consciousness. feeling ashamed of a bleeding wound. embarrassed when an infection sets in. deep seated feverish guilt when they need to be carried, when their legs won't keep them upright anymore and they lean heavy on a friend, slurring apologies..........

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“Why are you doing this to me?” villain asks as hero tightens the knot holding them against the pole in the middle of the room.

Hero steps back, “you need to pay for all the horrible things you’ve done”

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hey , I've been in love with your writing ever since I came across your blog , will you please write about a very intimidating villian who decides to kidnap the hero because he finds him cute when he is absolutely afraid of him

"The man who isn't afraid of anything," the villain mused. He trailed the edge of a blade along the hero's cheek, capturing a silent tear upon the tip. "Look at you now."

"Whatever it is that you want from me, whatever you want to know-"

"-Shh."

The hero's mouth snapped shut.

The villain smiled, crooked with an illusion of wholesome boyishness at the corner.

"You talk when I ask you a question, cutie," the villain said. "The only other sound I want to hear from you otherwise is whimpers. That was your one warning. Nod if you understand?"

Of course, the hero couldn't comfortably nod with a sharp knife against their face; not without digging the blade into suddenly soft skin.

The villain raised an eyebrow.

The hero nodded, very slightly, but even that tiny movement caused the blade tip to dig in. A small bead of blood formed on their perfect features, trickling down towards their jaw. The hero's breath hitched.

The villain's smile grew. "Good boy."

The hero shuddered, one of those whimpers all too ready and startled on his tongue. His eyes were all wide and pretty filled with an animal panic.

The villain reached out a hand, smoothing his palm along the hero's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall, the desperate thumping of his heart like the sweetest melody.

The hero's eyes flinched shut. He trembled in his restraints.

The hero was not, it was true, a man frightened of many things. His abilities left him invulnerable to everything. Well, almost everything, as they had found. The villain's particular gift was to suck away the powers of anyone around him by virtue of his mere presence. The expression on the hero's face when he realised he'd gone from unstoppable god to just a man, to just like everyone else...

Well. It was adorable. The villain had always liked to collect adorable things.

"Please," the hero whispered, like he just couldn't help himself. The once powerful often couldn't.

"Was that a question, my dove?"

"Just let me go. I didn't - I'm sorry I came after you - I didn't - I thought -"

"You thought you could win?" The villain's voice was oh so sweet.

The hero flinched again. He met the villain's gaze and gave another frantic nod as the villain's blade moved on, caressing down their chest to meet the villain's free hand.

"That was stupid, wasn't it? What a silly goose you are."

A delicious, impotent fury flashed through the hero's eyes.

The villain dug the blade in. It was barely even a scratch, but a scratch could be a terrible thing to a man who had never had the privilege of being hurt before, knowing only that it could get much worse.

The fury was entirely drowned out by terror again.

The villain made a show of sighing. "You'll tell me everything?"

"I - what? Yes."

"You'd hand your friends over on a platter? Everyone counting on you?"

The hero's jaw clenched with anguish.

"Hm?" the villain pressed. "Would you hand them all over in exchange for me letting you go?"

"Yes." It was barely above a whisper.

"Go on then."

He let the hero bluster and ramble, trying to tuck away details and secrets, trying to stall, trying to do anything he could to win like he still hadn't quite learned. The villain nodded diligently along, devouring it all.

The hero eventually stuttered to a halt.

The villain waited a beat. The he stabbed the knife gently into the hero's hand.

The hero screamed. Confusion and outrage and guilt joined the terror. There was no longer a single tear, but a flood of them.

Cute, cute, cute.

The villain leaned in, knife moving fast to tilt the hero's head.

"I didn't take you for information," he confessed. "I just took you."

The hero stared at him, almost uncomprehending, eyes glassy. "But - I - what do you want from me"?

The villain pressed a kiss to the hero's nose.

"Nothing."

The hero whimpered again. Just pathetic.

"There's literally nothing you can do to make you let you go, sweetheart," the villain said, in the same confiding tone of voice. "I'm not going to."

The hero shook his head. He seemed to be having difficulty breathing properly. He was reaching the overwhelmed stage of fear, wasn't he? Not the villain's favourite, but a delight nonetheless.

The villain patted the hero's cheek, tender comfort, and stroked his hair. He pulled the hero a little closer, cooing in his ear. He gave him a moment to relax, instincts all disorientated and craving something lovely. He waited until the hero had struggled his breathing back under control, trying oh so hard to be brave. Then.

"You're going to die here, my little love," the villain said. "Now. What should we do about you speaking out of turn?"

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Shattered (2022)

Guy was pretty much in distress throughout the whole movie..

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Wednesday (2022)

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Hannibal 2x05 - “Mukozuke”

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「 Christian Friedel as Georg Elser 」 → 13 minutes (2014)

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Turn: Washington's Spies Season 2 Episode 6

request for @thekenobee !

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drugged ex-prince whumpee being used as an example/trophy at the parties that Whumper— who had recently overthrown the king— throws...

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Hear me out

Royal balls. In whump. Like.. whumpee being forced to dance and talk to the others, or maybe they're a pet and they sit there and "look pretty" like whumper told them to. Fancy ballgowns which are also a form of whump because.. tight corsets? Blisters from shoes? Or maybe you know that one myth that if a human started dancing with faries they could never stop? Yeah do that.

So many possibilities-

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When a character who normally has a silver tongue and a quick wit is speechless.

When an expressive character who wears their heart on their sleeve goes still, face blank.

When a character who is quick to solve problems with their fists drops their hands to their side, frozen.

Just the sudden absence of something that is always there, in both the good and the bad.

Gone in an instant.