whumpy-angsty

[whumpy-angsty]

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[whumpy-angsty]

A villain who doesn't want to harm the hero, is trying to take them down as gently as possible and thinks the hero is the one being crazy about this, while the hero is desperately fighting to protect the world.

Bonus points if the villain is the hero's big sibling or similar figure.

"Father wanted to put you in an institution," their sibling said. "There was no way I was going to allow that." They carded their fingers through the hero's hair, soothing, like they were still five years old and waking up from a bad dream. "Those places are awful. They'd hurt you."

"I can't move."

"It's okay. You're okay."

"The - the tea. You." The realisation of it choked off in the hero's throat. Sharp. Catching. Betrayal.

"I told father I'd handle it," their sibling said, almost absently.

"Handle me."

"Yes." Their sibling ducked to gather up the jagged shards of the fallen mug, depositing them on the coffee table. They met the hero's eyes. "Handle you."

The hero glared. They willed their noodled limbs to move, but all they got for their efforts was nearly crumpling to the floor again. Their sibling caught them, steadied them, pushed them back into the chair. The hero's heart thudded wildly beneath their palms.

"He wasn't having it though," their sibling continued. "He told me that you needed to be corrected, by any means necessary. He told me that it was just the place for a crazy person like you. That you'd bring shame on the family." They grimaced. "You know father."

The hero did, unfortunately, know their father.

They also knew their sibling though. They knew they were drugged up in their own living room, not being wrestled into a straight-jacket somewhere for some non-consensual therapy sessions.

"What did you do to him?" it came out raspy.

Their sibling smiled, small and grim. "He should have known better. Just like you should have known better, but you always were a little idiot, so no shockers there."

"...what are you going to do to me?" That was, perhaps, the better question. Their mind still felt sharp, after all, even if nothing in their body wanted to cooperate with them.

"Do you think I'd hurt you?"

"You hurt father."

"Father was a jackass. You're just stupid."

"I'm trying to make the world better!"

"Yeah," their sibling said. "Stupid."

"It's not stupid!"

"I'm not going to debate this with you."

"Just drug my tea!?"

"Eh, that was for your own good. For all his many sins, father wasn't totally wrong. You do need help. A friendly intervention."

"They'll come for me. My friends will come for me."

Their sibling shrugged. "I have no such reservations hurting them."

The hero swallowed. Their mouth still felt dry, sticky and cloyingly sweet. They searched their sibling's face for any sign of a lie. They found none.

"You know what father and his friends are doing is wrong," the hero said after a beat. They searched their sibling's face; maybe just frantic to see some glimmer of recognition of that fact.

Their sibling shrugged again, easy. "Sure."

"You could help us fight them. You could come with me. You could...keep me safe. That'swhat you eant, right? To keep me safe."

"Your friends aren't going to kill you. You're perfectly safe like this."

"But what father's friends are doing - don't you - you have to care."

Their sibling raised an eyebrow.

The hero wanted to snarl. As ever, it seemed, their sibling did not have to care about anyone or anything. Who cared about the world if going along with monstrosity was easier?!

"Don't you care that I care?"

"You care about everything," their sibling rolled their eyes. "You held a funeral for the fish."

"He was my pet!"

"He was a fish."

"This is nothing like the fish!"

Their sibling straightened up with a sigh, looking down on them, hands on hips. "I've made my decision."

"Fuck you."

"I don't expect you to be happy about it, but you're gonna deal with it. You're underage. That makes you my responsibility. I'll let you go when this all blows over."

"You mean when father's friends finish wrecking the world?"

"Don't be so overdramatic."

"You drugged me and I'm overdramatic?"

"Overdramatic looks better on me. I have the cheekbones for it."

"This isn't funny!"

"No." Their sibling's voice shifted, abruptly. "It isn't. Do you want me to get serious?"

The hero...paused. The air suddenly felt oppressive.

"I am being very gentle," their sibling said. "And you are infinitely squishy and breakable. Father's institution would have crushed you into teeny tiny pieces, so broken that you didn't even care anymore. You would kill your friends if they asked, by the time they were done."

The hero swallowed, stricken, horrified.

"Tell me again how unfunny this is," their sibling said. "Like you think I'm stupid."

The hero shook their head.

As swiftly as the storm had come, their sibling offered them a sunny smile. The tension vanished as they booped the hero's nose.

"We're going to get through so many film nights. It's going to be great. Now." They reached for the coffee table. "Have some more tea."

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Young siblings who sacrifice themselves for their old siblings thinking that way they did good and proved how useful they can be.

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Young whumpee who after being rescued by their team, can't sleep without having a flashback. The silence when everyone sleeps just makes them scared. Like something is coming. Young whumpee can only sleep when the sun is up and when everyone is awake and they can hear them talk and move around.

They sleep in the living room where they can hear everyone. They get pats sometimes. Someone sits near them rubbing their feet gently. Some let them even use their laps as pillows letting their head rest there. Playing with thier hair a bit. They get plushies, a blanket covering them, and all kind of things that are cozy.

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I love the idea of a whole group getting captured, and they get to watch each other suffer. Maybe whumper drags out the littlest/youngest, forcing them through trauma that leader hoped they would never have to experience.

Bonus points if Whumper and Leader have met previously and Whumper is putting the youngest through the exact same torture that they put Leader through. The team has no idea why Leader, who’s usually so put together, is sobbing so uncontrollably and begging for it to stop as if they’re the one being hurt.

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villain whumper takes the hero team and force the yougest hero to hurt a civilian.

whumper holds the youngest arm, “ there we go, hold it right youngest”

Youngest is shaking breathing quickly, “i..i cant.”

“Oh you can, dont worry as long you do this right none of your team is going to get hurt. all you have to do it is stab this poor poor civilian. then you and your team can go out, see ? its easy.” Whumper roughly tighten his hold on the youngest hands holding the knife and gesture it toward the squirming civilian who is screaming through his gag looking at them terrfied.

the leader is screaming in the background, the other members are screaming as well trying to free themselves from their chains.

“shhh, let the youngest concenrate. we dont want him killing someone by mistake now, do we?”

“ you will regreat this villain!” the leader screams, “ youngest please,dont do this! we will be f-”

“ they will be fine if you stab him, thats all what i am asking youngest.”

yongest ears ringing, the civilian is screaming through his gag begging something as tears spill from his eyes, almost begging the youngest to not do this.

“ come on youngest, time is ticking and i have no patience.” he leans closely whipering to youngest ears.

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When i get sick, i am usually alone dealing with it. My family isn’t that great taking care of each other. So in first of feb i had been sick with fever and bad case of Sinusitis plus my lungs were achy and uncomfortable. Breathing wasn’t that easy and every time I tried to sleep i ended up coughing. So i couldn’t inhale or exhale without being in pain or uncomfortable. It was a nightmare i cried several times because i couldnt sleep. And i was alone through it.

Had to take care of myself. Food and hygiene no one is going to do that for me. Body was so god damn achy and in pain but i had to do this to become better. Eventually i went to the doc as last resort i didn’t become better until i took meds.

Honestly you can use my experience as whump idea :D

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whumper treat whumpee like pets. if they have behave they way they want, they get treats and comfort, and if they disobey them then whumper would trap whumpee into small clasutraphoic places and blindfold their eyes and put noise cansulation headphone with extreme ringing sound. whumper doesnt muffle whumpee mouth to enjoy their pain and begging. whumper doesnt tell whumpee when the punshiment ends and they never tell whumpee about the time. so whumpee doesnt know if the day turned to night or it became tommorow. have no complete idea. just dependent on whumper to live.

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I’ve had this in my brain for a while now and may eventually write something on it but your welcome to have a crack.

Whumpee is tied to a chair, their blood slowly being drained as whumper is tasked with getting info from them. Over time whumpee feels the effects, it’s up to you to decide if they give the info or not.

I just love the reverse blood transfusion vibes idk

This is such an interesting prompt, and I really hope that you like what I came up with! I might be willing to continue this as well, if there is enough interest. I leaned a bit away from the pure interrogation theme and made this more into a hero villain piece, but I hope you like it nonetheless.

Also Tumblr updated their text editor and I Do Not Like It.

Given the subject matter that this piece entails, reader discretion is advised. There is very very minimal mention of needles, nor is there any mention of the IV being placed, only some minor description of the IV itself. However, there is a great deal of discussion of blood. Please be aware of this.

CW//Blood, childhood bullying, isolation, natural disasters, superhero-typical violence, medical themes, gaslighting, delirious narrator

Whumpee's blood was special.

They'd always been told that. They'd discovered it when they were young, of course, when cuts and scrapes from running and playing magically stitched themselves back together within moments. They'd only heard the word 'powers' in the second grade, when some particularly reckless soccer-playing had resulted in a broken arm and a trip to the hospital. Of course, by the time they arrived, the limb that mended itself together flawlessly.

They'd never wanted to be a superhero. Not many in their position did. Yet, it did not take long for the ostracization to become too great to bear. The only place for a freak, after all, was among those of their own kind.

So, they'd become a hero. Of course, they were never the one dominating headlines. Nothing about Whumpee's powers was flashy, not like Leader, not like the ones that could shoot fire from their hands or fly.

Admittedly, they'd never really minded. Notoriety brought danger. They'd seen several of their own teammates fall, yet, they always stayed standing. It was easy to stay out of the line of fire when they were always on the ground, evacuating civilians, distracting henchmen, letting the real heroes do their work.

No one cared about the littlest member of the bunch. They barely ever made it into the press photographs, even. Sometimes, they were simply hidden behind another hero, too short to be seen. More often, they were off somewhere else, digging injured civilians from building rubble. After all, there was little risk to them entering a collapsing building. Any injuries would be healed by the time they found their target.

For a superhero, they had quite a peaceful life.

Capture wasn't exactly unheard of for those engaged in superheroics. The more important heroes had training for it; what to do in captivity, how to act, how to get help, how to withstand torture.

Not the youngest, though. Why would Whumpee ever need something like that? They were home every night for dinner.

Why would anyone ever want the youngest. Why would anyone ever want-

"It's extremely potent." Whumper spoke, voice echoing through the small room as they ran a hand over Whumpee's arm. They couldn't help but squirm under the touch; Whumper's hands were terribly cold. "But there's only so much we can do with remnants."

Whumpee allowed their wide-eyed gaze to look upwards, gazing upon their tormentor. The stranger wore a mask over their face, gloves over their hands, and a wicked smile in their eyes. Whumpee did not know them, but they certainly knew Whumpee.

They barely remembered the night before. They'd been walking home after a fight downtown. Of course, they usually rode home with their team, but the hospital had needed help with triage. It'd been a late night, and they were ready to curl up in their bed and go to sleep.

Then, there had been headlights, men from the alley, a needle in their neck-

Whumpee had woken up in the chair. It was a faulty imitation of comfort, a dentist's chair leaned back, providing support for their head, their legs, and holding their arms in place on armrests. Of course, the comfort was only surface level, and was mostly dashed by the straps holding tight every part of their body.

An extra restraint, a straight piece of plastic, held their right arm uncomfortably straight, keeping them from twisting away. Their right arm, of course, was notable in another way-- That was where the IV had been placed, a clear tube run red flowing from their vein into a collection vessel nearby.

They tried not to look. It was terribly hard not to look.

How much had been taken already? The tube was thin, but it was solid in its red color, and the vial was already filling up quite a lot...

The very thought made them queasy. Was the pressure behind their eyes from fear or blood loss?

"Obviously, the best way to collect what we need is, well, from the source." Whumper's smile could be inferred, even behind their mask. "But you're not just here for that."

They disappeared for a moment, leaving Whumpee's extremely limited field of view completely. When they returned, they were sitting at Whumpee's side on a wheeled stool, leaning slightly forwards.

"Do you know what your blood can do, Whumpee?"

Whumpee stared up at the ceiling, leather strap digging into their forehead. They could barely see their assailant in their peripheral vision. A bead of sweat rolled from their forehead to their neck, making them shiver.

"It- It heals me." They tried. That was obvious information, right? Anyone with Google or a TV tuned to the news channel could find out Whumpee's power, it wasn't exactly secret.

"It heals you, yes. Do you think that's all it does?"

"I don't-"

"You've saved more lives than you could ever realize, Whumpee."

"What are you talking about?"

Whumper grinned again. Whumpee was getting a terrible sense of vertigo.

"Samantha Walker, 59, a mother with two children." Whumper began. "A delivery worker. Her visit to the Anderson office building was meant to be short. She never even signed in. When the building fell, no one knew to look for her."

Whumpee tried to think back to the Anderson rescue mission, the names. They'd been going off of employee records, who had clocked in for the day. They'd found them all...

"You had left without her. She had been struck in the jugular by sharp debris. She was dying, until she laid down in a patch of your blood.

It healed her. She managed to find help and escaped unscathed.

Did you know about her?"

"N-No."

"What about Dennis Knelson? You searched the whole Washington complex for him, but he was nowhere to be found. You stayed on the search till midnight, but never found anything.

The floor had collapsed beneath him. He'd fallen into the sewer. When the cleanup crews came, they washed some of your blood down the storm drain.

It gave him the strength to get up and escape."

"My-"

"Shelby Arkansas. A search and rescue worker. You must remember her, don't you? You had to crawl into that cave to save her. A single drop of your blood reinflated her collapsed lung. It was a miracle that you found her uninjured, wasn't it?

She was injured. You saved her.

Do you understand, Whumpee? Do you understand how great your gift is?"

"I didn't know, I-"

Whumper reached forward, placing a frigid hand on their shoulder.

"Shh, it's alright. It's a lot to take in, I know.

There was a research study done recently, by Metropolis University. You know what they found? Out of every hero in your team, you have saved the most lives, by an exponential degree."

"Is that- That why you want my blood?" They'd never known, never tried it on another person... "If you'd let me up, I- I'll donate! As much as I can! I didn't know what it could do- I'm sorry!"

Whumper let out a low chuckle as they brushed Whumpee's sweat-soaked bangs from their face.

"Can you tell me how your team treats you, my dear?"

"My... Team? What about my team?"

"How they treat you. Oh, goodness, are you getting delirious already?"

Whumpee wasn't quite sure of the answer to that one. Their vision was getting blurry, but maybe that had something to do with the glaring spotlight shining down on them, or the terrible headache...

"My team... I love my team..."

"Do you?" Whumper wiped away a tear with their thumb. "Do they love you back?"

"Mhm."

"Is that why they let you walk home alone, in the dark?"

"I was out late-"

"And you weren't even on stage at that benefit."

"I-"

"Do you think they're even looking for you?"

Whumpee knew the answer to that one.

No.

Their team would notice their absence the next time they were needed, and not a moment before. After all, they didn't often train, didn't often hang out with the rest. They were a team member, sure, but...

No, no! Their team cared! Whumpee was just shy, that was all. There was nothing wrong with being shy.

"Of course." Whumpee whispered.

"Is that so? There was quite some hesitation, there. Oh, poor little Whumpee. "You spend quite the time at their base, then, don't you?"

"Mhm. I live there..."

Their tongue felt heavy in their mouth. It was so hard to speak...

The light above was getting dimmer.

"Then you can tell us where it is, can't you?"

"Mm... No, it's... It's secret."

"Secret, yeah? Why's that?"

"Can't tell... Might get attack'd..."

"Well, what does it matter if your team gets attacked? With how terribly they treat you, surely it's exactly what they deserve."

Whumpee weakly yanked on their restraints.

They watched the level of blood in the vial climb higher, higher...

"No. They... They're..."

Whumpee barely noticed as drool began to roll down the side of their cheek. Whumper tapped them a few times in the center of their forehead.

"Come on, Whumpee. You know where it is, just tell us. That's all. Then you can have some water, how does some water sound?"

Water sounded amazing; their mouth was dry and terribly cracked. But- But, no! They couldn't...

"Water... Please..."

"Nuh-uh. Not until you tell us. Now, where were you going? Where were you walking home to? Just tell us, Whumpee."

The vial of blood was nearly filled to its top.

Whumpee's eyes fluttered closed.

"Goodnight. Goodnight sleepytime." They slurred.

Whumper laughed, a low, chortling thing.

"Alright, Whumpee." They brushed their hand through their captive's hair. "We'll talk some more when you're feeling better.

You're going to be a lovely addition to our team."

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Hi, can you do some prompts for younger sibling whump?

Will do!

Whumper using them as leverage/bait

Whumper punishing the younger for the sins of the older

Group hierarchy meaning that youngest = least important

Whumper infantilizing them because they're the youngest of their captives

Younger struggling to fake a hopeful, optimistic façade for the older's morale

Others putting them down in comparison to their older/wiser/more experienced sibling

Younger suffering hurt/illness in silence because they know Older has enough to worry about

Older Sibling's always taking the hit for them so Younger jumps in this time to return the favor

Older Sibling not knowing they're Younger's only emergency contact until they get a terrible call

Younger Sibling feeling ashamed of their tears/pain because they can't stuff it down like Older does

Older Sib's friend(s) bullying them in secret but Younger doesn't know if Older would believe them

Younger is expected to lead when Older can't and stresses/breaks down under the immense pressure

Younger Sibling tries to do something they've seen Older do but they get it wrong and end up hurting themself

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I am bit terrified that people actually like my stuff. I usually write these whumpy stuff for myself. Thanks for the likes and Reblogs. *sobs*

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The team being taken captive, and the Youngest is separated from the rest. Whumper claims that "they're special" and they will be given the honor to being in Whumper's own room, tied to a pillar for Whumper to torture and have fun with.

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The team has been captured, and Whumper began to torture Team Leader. As the team could only beg and plead to Whumper to stop, to leave Team Leader alone, one voice spoke up:

"STOP!"

To everyone's surprise, Youngest, who was considered a coward, was the one to shout that. Even Whumper was stunned when Youngest screamed.

"I-if you want to hurt someone," Youngest said, "p-pick on me!"

The team couldn't even protest--they were all shocked that Youngest was offering themself up. Usually, they would cower down and say nothing in a predicament such as this.

Whumper hesitated for a moment, before they grinned. "Okay."

The protesting began. The team pleaded for Youngest to not do this, with some even offering themselves up instead. Youngest was a coward, sure, but they didn't want to see them get hurt.

Releasing Team Leader, Whumper pushed them back with the team before they took Youngest. Youngest was shaking in fear, but they kept a brave face as they were taken to be tortured.

"Youngest..." Team Leader whispered in shock.

"I-It's okay, Team Leader," Youngest replied with a shaky smile, "I-I'll be... I'll be fine!"

They shut their eyes as Whumper started up their torture tools. They had to be brave for Team Leader. For the team.

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Villain and their sibling edition :

villain stare at the smiling teen, “…child, what is a child doing here?” He turns to his assistant who shrugs in return.

“Oh actually i am your brother, well younger brother.”

“Obliviously.”

“ What do- never mind, anyways i am here to stay with you.”

Villain and young sibling stare at each other.

“ No.”

“Pleas-“

“No.”

“Do you not believe me?”

“ Oh i do, the genetics look explain themselves.”

“ i can help you around as a part time job.”

“ my role isn’t a joke.”

“ I wasn’t joking.”

Villain sighs as he feels an incoming headache

“Oh also i am actually in training to become healer.”

“Are you fucking kidding me”

“No for real”

“ this f-listen here brat I have no time for this.”

“Neither me big b-”

“Do not. Call me that.”

“ you mean big brother?”

“ oh for fuck sake”

“ I am really good at helping.”

“ go back to the old geezers who birthed you”

“They are your parents too.”

“ stop changing the subject and go out”

Younger stare desperately, “ test me, see how capable I am. I promise I'm worth your time and also I can help you with healing!”

Villain scoffs “ I have my own healers, and people worth my time.”

“ ok like…what if I stay for just a year?”

“No.”

“ 6 months ?”

“ I said n-”

“ ok what about 2 months”

Villain holds the back collar and lifts him up and the younger brother just looks at him blinking.

Villain Glares, “ you’re very desperate, I can kill you know”

“Yeah, you can.”

“ aren't you afraid?”

“Accpectence is the key to maturity.”

“Did you make that up just now”

“Uhuh”

“Stupid child, why are so fixated on being with me.”

“ you are my big brother.”

“You don't know me, and I am villain.”

“We can get to know each other, and that's fine that's your job.”

“…something wrong with your brain.”

“ i been told that several times. so can i stay?”

villain grumbles under his breath, “ n-“

“have i told you i been chased by the heros.”

“…what”

“ i dont think they are bad, it just-“

“do they know about it.”

“i think so.”

“…is that why you are here.”

“yep.” the teen smiles. “ so can i stay ?”

“….fine, for now”

“ Thank you !”

“not welcome at all.”

“ i will help you.”

“you will NOT.”

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Youngest member of the party get kidnapped by whumper villain

Whumper : “ i can let you go. All i need is the base location.”

Youngest: “ i dont know”

Whumper : “ thats a lie you and me know”

“ i can make this easy, but it seems i will have to try…other ways, might not be pleasing.”

“ i cant tell what i dont know”

Whumper grasp youngest hair and pulls roughly “ alright, then ill play along youngest, and ill enjoy breaking you”

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Whumper forces whumpee to cuddle with them after each session of torture.

Makes whumpee sit on the sofa with them and cuddle them, tells them that whumpee made them do this, guilt trip and shame them for Their behavior. Tells whumpee if only they listened to them then this wouldn’t have happened. Tells whumpee they will forgive them because they love them and they are kind.

With repetitive sessions whumpee started to believe whumper.

Even after being saved they would still say that whumper wasn’t that bad.

This dynamic would work with family members tbh. Not necessarily torture it can be mentally too.

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realizing i fall in love with the misunderstood youngest-child-turned-villain because i relate to their struggles. pookie doesn’t feel appreciated? me too. pookie feels like they can’t live up to the expectations of other people? me too. pookie is always living in the shadow of their older sibling(s)? me too.

becoming an adult is realizing this shit.