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editing your own writing is like woah you really like commas........ maybe ease up on those commas there, pal........ maybe Fewer commas would be nice

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So i had an idea where a [insert smart character here] after time is unable to tell truth and lies apart. Imagine; Before the smartest person in the group And after, character that questions everything, unsure of what is with or against them. just a random idea, please consider it

considered. loved at first sight. GODDD i hope i did this justice I think its such a brilliant idea

also thanks for letting me use this prompt to procasinate on studying <2

Leader hurdles through the base, everything blurring around him. He stumbles into the infirmary, almost running through Medic.

Medic's exhausted eyes meet his.

"Where are they?" Leader can barely say the words, breathless, slipping out between the gaps in his teeth.

Medic adjusts the lapels of their jacket, the movement automatic—a nervous habit. "You know, they're still confused." Their voice drops an octave and Leader can hear the sympathy, "Maybe you shouldn't go in."

Leader ignores it. His heart threatens to rip a raw-edged hole right through his chest, right then and there. "You didn't restrain them, right?"

"I should," says Medic, quietly. "They're..." they hesitate, gaze probing Leader's panicked expression. Then they sigh, "Listen, whatever you two used to have? It's gone. They're damaged."

"Yeah, but you can fix it. They're brilliant, they'll recover." It's a desperate grab at relief. At hope.

Medic just gestures towards the room. "I don't think I can fix what they did up there."

Hands trembling, Leader turns abruptly and lets the door swing open.

The windowless room is filled with warm light. A mug of something warm sits on the desk.

And Hero, in a t-shirt and shorts, paces the room. New, raw-rimmed stitches cross their bare arms. Medic fixed everything physical.

Leader can't help it. He stares. There's a long, drawn-out second where he recalls the confident Hero of before. With curling red hair and bright eyes, freckled and grinning.

Then there's this scattered, empty person in the room with him.

They’re pacing.

No—counting. Footsteps matching breathing.

“Two-three-four,” they whisper. “Two-three-four. If I keep counting, it doesn’t stop; if I stop, it’ll come back, and they’ll—”

“Hey,” he says, gentle, swallowing down stinging tears. Do you remember me?

Leader's voice tears Hero out of their mind.

They flinch so violently-- scrambling-- grey eyes vacant-- they hit the wall.

“Don’t do that,” they gasp. “Don’t—”

“I'm not doing anything,” he rushes to reassure them, too fast, too helpless. Oh god. "It's just me"

Their hands go to their ears. “They said that too.”

A beat of silence stretches, thick and aching.

Leader doesn’t breathe.

Hero sinks to a crouch in the corner, rocking just slightly, fingers digging into their scalp. Dry strands of hair fall over their hands as they dig. Still counting, still whispering numbers. Like if they keep going, they can hold the world together.

“Don’t believe them,” they mumble. “It’s a test. It’s always a test.”

Oh god.

What have they done to you?

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Overworked

“It was cruel of her, to send you here,” Supervillain crooned, “to me.”

Hero attempted to thrash, but no muscle responded to his fear. He lay, leaden, upon soft, sweet-smelling cotton; silk swept down overhead and along his peripherals.

The bedspread rustled as Supervillain sat down beside him. He leaned over and ghosted a finger along the side of Hero’s throat, tracing the rough path of bandages, stirring the nerve of the numbed flesh beneath.

“You were her favorite, weren’t you? She trusted you with so much.” Supervillain drew his hand away. He turned his wrist and slid his forefinger and thumb together. Through the bed curtains, candlelight slipped through, catching the dark sheen spread between his fingers.

“And you did so well,” Supervillain drawled, “didn’t you?”

Against the sheets, Hero’s fingers twitched. The movement burned up into his forearm and a small, wretched sound slithered up Hero’s throat.

“She asked so much of you, because she could. You were capable.” He smiled, wiping the blood off his hand with a silvery cloth. “And you were relentless, so eager to prove yourself.”

Humming a slow tune, Supervillain reached down again. A cool finger tip idled at Hero’s hairline, before dragging down. Hero’s face, too, was flooded with the same pulsing numbness as his neck, but he could sense, as if through a hazed film, Villain’s touch rise and fall in short, repeating intervals.

His nail caught, every so often, on something hard, something that struck a chord of dampened pain.

From nose to cheek to jaw, Supervillain’s finger trailed, then stopped.

“I’m sorry.”

The harsh planes of Supervillain’s face softened, drooping in some facsimile of sympathy—an act as incongruous as a diamond melting. Hero’s heart writhed, but his breath remained smooth. A perfect metronome.

Something wasn’t right. His chest, he couldn’t—

“I found you too late.”

Supervillain’s brushed his thumb beneath Hero’s eye, lingering along the damp, swollen skin.

“But it’s okay. You can rest now.” He whispered, and Hero’s lashes sunk, drawn by an unseen weight.

“She can’t ask anything of you again.” His hand curved along Hero’s cheek, too cold to provide comfort, lending only an edge of clarity. “Not here.”

Hero’s mind held to the sensation, even as his eyes fluttered to a close.

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Fuck you *ladies your whump*

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"Oh, just fuck off."

There's nothing unusual about Whumpee cursing Whumper out, nor is it strange for the latter to punish them for it. What is unusual however, is for Whumpee to flinch away from Whumper's hand. It stills in the air between them, while Whumper's lips slowly quirk upwards.

"Are you... scared of me?"

Whumpee swallows, forcing themself not to look away. "You don't scare me, you pathetic-"

Whumper's hand suddenly moves, and there's nothing Whumpee could do to stop their head from twisting away, eyes closing.

It never reaches them, Whumper's chuckles spreading through the room instead.

"Oh, you really are!"

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Needing more Whumpee in a courtroom with Whumper. The fear of seeing them and having to recount what happened while Whumper's lawyer twists and skews Whumpee's words. Perhaps sitting there watching as the jury seemingly buys into what the prosecution says, or at least perceiving it that way.

Maybe a look or vague gesture from Whumper intimidates Whumpee into maybe recanting a little of what they said. Caretaker being stuck watching from their seat, knowing (or not) that Whumpee is holding back.

Just thoughts.

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Human weapon whumpee that gets shot in the middle of a battle and continues while bleeding out and gritting their teeth the whole time

At the end they’re dazed in the middle of the battlefield and slowly blacking out

Whumper then comes over and takes their gun saying, “you did good.” In a cold, dismissive voice

That was enough for whumpee to black out and fall to the ground.

Do they live? Do they die?

Either way they’re just happy they get some rest for once

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Writing Masterlist

Villain cursed as their knees hit the floor, almost toppling over without their arms to balance them, relying on strong hands that gripped their bound arms. Light blurred their vision as the black hood was yanked away.

"Well well, if it isn't Villain in the flesh." Supervillain was sat facing them, leaning back as they took a drawl of their cigarette, smirking.

"Let me go Supervillain. I don't work for you anymore." Villain twisted their shoulders, trying to get out of the henchmen's grips.

"Yes, I know. You're a 'good guy' now or something, right? Going after thieves and petty criminals. Don't you miss having a challenge?"

"Do I miss getting the shit beat out of my every week by hero league? Funnily enough, no."

Supervillain tutted. "Language, Villain. I taught you better than that."

Villain couldn't help but laugh. Kidnapping civilians was fine, blowing up buildings was fine, but cursing? No, that was too far for the greatest villain in the city.

A punch to the face had Villain's eyes and nose watering. Or was it blood making their upper lip damp? One of the henchmen stepped back, fists ready to make another move should they act out of line.

"Let's cut to the chase, Villain." Supervillain stood up, sucking slowly on their cigarette, almost completely burnt away by this point. "You know why you're here."

"I haven't told hero league anything-"

"Shhh..." Supervillain was right in front of them now, one hand cupping their cheek. "I know you haven't. Because you know what I'd do to you if you did. No, no, no. The question I have for you is how much pain will it take before you agree to work for me again?"

Villain just shook their head, fear settling into their bones. They had never meant to become a villain. They had just wanted revenge against Hero. Supervillain had helped them with that but now they wanted their life back, they didn't enjoy it the way villains had to.

"Such a pity." Supervillain tugged open their shirt and put their cigarette out on Villain's collarbone. "But I can't-" they continued over Villain's sobs, "-have my employees defecting. It's bad for moral."

"Please..."

"Hush now, Villain. We'll have plenty of time to talk down in the cells." Supervillain said, raising Villains head to theirs with a single finger. "When you've had time to evaluate your choices."

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whumpee is so bad at resting when they're sick that leader basically puts out an APB and lets the team know that if seen, they are to restrain whumpee by any means necessary and alert the proper authorities (leader, who is pissed, and medic, who is more pissed). i want to see a character with so few survival instincts that it leads to a manhunt

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I also love 'sunshine' especially to a defiant/grumpy whumpee

What are your favorite nicknames/pet names for a creepy or intimate whumper to call their whumpee?

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Territory (2024) s01e06: “You’re a tough bastard, aren’t you?”

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It's so funny to me that the term "whump" can easily mean anything from "this character has a cold 😦 but here's another character taking care of him 🙂" all the way over to "this character is being viciously tortured to death" and sometimes those two creators are following each other.

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Don't you just love it when the team get captured and it's revealed that Whumpee has met Whumper before.

The twisted delight in Whumper's voice when they say "Oh, has Whumpee never mentioned me?"

The shame burning in Whumpee's face as Whumper recounts the fun they used to have together.

The confusion, disbelief, and horror on the teams' faces as the truth unfolds.

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Whump dialogue #68

"Math question: if I were to whip you until you break, yet you refuse to break... how many lashes would we end up with?"

Whumpee glared up at him, at the whip in his hands, swallowing down the implications of this not so hypothetical question. "Who knows," they just snarled.

Whumper smiled, twisting the leather in his hands. "Who knows indeed." A short pause. "Let's find out."

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Western Whump Dialogue My Beloved

"You look like hell."/ "Been there. Not the worst place."

"You alright?"/ "You ever been alright after beggin' for death?"

"They'll forget what you stole, but they ain't forgetting what you are."

"You're gonna get us both killed."/ "You always say that."

"You scared?"/ "Only for you."

"You can still confess and save yer pretty lover."/ "You don't know shit about salvation."

"If they catch us, run and don't look back."

"I'll burn down the goddamn town if they touch you."

"They'll come for me, sooner or later. Ain't nothing we can do about it."

"He won't talk about it, but those scars? The boy's been whipped within an inch of his life. And more than once."

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"This will hurt. A lot."

"Aren't you meant to say 'this will only hurt a little'?"

"Would you rather I lie to you?"

"No..."

"Then this will hurt and it will be excruciating."