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"He wished that he could break out his knitting, but for some reason, people didn’t take you seriously as a warrior when you were knitting. He’d never figured out why. Making socks required four or five double-ended bone needles, and while they weren’t very large, you could probably jam one into someone’s eye if you really wanted to. Not that he would. He’d have to pull the needle out of the sock to do it, and then he’d be left with the grimly fiddly work of rethreading the stitches. Also, washing blood out of wool was possible, but a pain."

"Paladin's Grace (The Saint of Steel Book 1)" by T. Kingfisher

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Prompt (572)

"Do you know what you're doing?" The hero asked doubtfully.

"I can pick a lock," the villain said. "Stop distracting me."

The hero waited a few more seconds. Then they knelt down to where the villain was kneeling. "You know you're trying to open the door, right?"

"I'm going to kill you," the villain saind angrily.

"Is that the only way you know how to use a lockpick?"

"Can you shut up?"

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Icy Blue Eyes

“So.” Supervillain swirled the glass in his hand, watching as the liquid whirled around. Villain stood at attention in front of him, nervous. “Hero, huh?”

Villain could’ve sworn he felt his heart stop. “What about him?” he managed to cough out after an awkward pause. 

Supervillain stopped swirling the cup. “I never told you anything. Yet here you are, looking like you just got caught committing a war crime.” He looked up, swiveling the office chair so it faced Villain fully. “But I’m glad we’re on the same page.” 

Villain tried to keep eye contact with his mentor. Those icy blue eyes seemed to always know every little detail of everything happening. It came with his power, Villain had come to realize. Supervillain’s power was being able to read people’s emotions and manipulate them. This was why Villain was now mentally kicking themselves for thinking they could simply hide their love for Hero from someone who could read minds. 

“I’ve told you about how my powers work. I see colors representing different emotions, and I can manipulate them to my liking. I take, and I give sadness. I can bring people’s worst nightmares out with a wrist flick. But do you know the one emotion I cannot manipulate no matter how hard I try?”

Villain swallowed thickly. “Love.”

Supervillain nodded. “Correct. I can’t make anyone fall in love, and I can’t take away that love, either. Amor Animi Arbitrio Sumitur, Non Ponitur. Love is taken by the choice of mind, not to be put down. Do you know what that means?” 

Villain knew the answer. Supervillain knew that. Supervillain’s Second-in-Command, Henchman, stood behind him, staring with an unreadable gaze that would make anyone squirm. But Villain was too focused on Supervillain to actually shudder. “We uh…” He licked his lips nervously. “We can choose to love, but we can’t choose to stop loving.”

“That’s Hero’s favorite phrase, isn’t it?” Supervillain paused. “No…Per aspera ad astra. Through hardships to the stars.” Villain felt sick. This was all nauseating. The way the phrases rolled off Supervillain’s tongue so easily, how he had managed to say not one but two of Hero’s favorite Latin phrases. 

“Sir, I-“ 

“I thought we were past the formalities.” Supervillain stood up sharply, causing Villain to flinch. “I can see it. I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen the light blue of uncertainty forming a halo around your head. The purple fear forms a chokehold around your neck. I can take those away easily.” He paused, ghosting his fingers around the edge of the desk. “I can’t just remove the love on your chest.”

Villain had to strain his ears to listen to the last part, but he knew deep down that Supervillain was right. 

Supervillain strolled around the desk until he was right in front of Villain. Villain felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Are you sorry?”

He swallowed. “For what?”

“Dating [Hero’s name].” 

Villain’s heart beat faster until he felt it would explode.

When he didn’t answer, Supervillain leaned forward. “Don’t lie.” He gritted out between his teeth. His icy blue eyes seemed to be the only thing Villain could focus on.

“No!” 

The room went still. Henchman stopped approaching them, frozen in place, and Villain was pretty sure Henchman had gone a shade paler. 

Supervillain paused and leaned against the desk, looking…content?

“I understand.” He said, his eyes glancing around the room before returning to Villain. “You’re dismissed, Villain. I’ve seen Hero fall to too many toxic partners before you. I just wanted to make sure.” Villain was honeslty surpised he walked out in one piece. Supervillain hated how corrupt the Hero Agency was and how other heroes only worked for the glamor. That’s what he loved about Hero, Villain had come to realize. How Hero did everything to keep people safe. He never wanted fame; he just wanted to save lives. But the toxic partners? Yes, Hero had had some partners who used him for fame, and maybe Supervillain had uncovered that. But why would he care? 

Villain didn’t understand what he meant until he saw those same icy blue eyes when he met Hero’s father the following week. 

Please tell me if this is cringe y'all I have next to no social skills. But yea! I hope you enjoyed and I am open to requests! Constructive Criticism is great appreciated :)

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Prompt (539)

“You were never the bad guy, not to me,” the hero said, grasping the villain’s hands.

The villain looked away and willed tears not to fall down their cheeks. “I destroy everything I touch.”

“You didn’t destroy me. You made me whole. I don’t know who I am without you anymore.” The hero wiped a tear from the villain’s face. “Even when I hated you, I couldn’t get enough of you. My love, I saw you everywhere. You were the breeze at my neck. You were every constellation in the sky.”

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Crossover Masterlist

"Ah, your poor hair." He gently mused, lost in thought as he looked down at them. They looked so... pitiful, but he knee these puppy eyes were on purpose.

He pet them some more.

"I am very happy that you are making a request. That's very good, dear. I am not very handy with a comb, and I fear I would only cause you unnecessary pain. But if you're okay with it, we can get a professional hair stylist who will take great care in detangling your hair."

He gazed kindly at them. He wanted to do everything to help them, but he knew they would have to set the pace. He so proud that the vampire had begun to feel comfortable asking him for things.

Its owner was happy it made a request; that was good. It had guessed correctly. And he was willing to fulfill its request....

But only if another person was brought in on the process.

The vampire swallowed hard, thinking through its options.

Cause you unnecessary pain, he said. What was that supposed to mean? What did he consider "necessary"? His art, surely, but were there other things he would require from it?

And another person... what kinds of things would he want to do to it, with an audience to watch?

But he was so pleased, pleased that it had asked for something. Seemed to enjoy petting its hair. Surely that would be a nicer experience if its hair weren't such a mess.

And anyway. It had already bothered him with its request. It wouldn't make sense to back out now.

It nodded firmly, trying to project confidence.

If this owner wanted a happy, confident pet? That's what it would be.

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A whumpee who won’t stop fighting until they physically can’t anymore. A whumpee who will kick, bite, claw, pinch- anything they can manage in their current state or position. A whumpee who finally loses their will to fight when the hopelessness sets in, and they give up- only to immediately be filled with revulsion and self loathing. A whumpee who doesn’t listen when they’re told that they did everything they could. When they’re told anyone would have done what they did. When they’re told it’s okay.

Because it’s not. They said they would never give up. But they did. And now they’re sure they deserve what ever comes after.

Because you can’t lose as long as you keep fighting.

…And whumpee lost.

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"Say it. Say it or I'm shutting the door and it won't open again until you're dead out there."

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Random list of whumpy things I enjoy:

Internal bleeding/coughing up blood

Leaning against a wall for support, their legs give out and blood smears down the wall

Sarcastic whumpees

Suicidal whumpees/whumper getting annoyed because death threats don’t work on them like “I’ll fucking kill you” “I’ll help.”

Scolded for things like: bleeding on something, not smiling (“your prettier when you smile”) passing out

Whumper calling whumpee dear/darling/sweetie etc.

Whumper being so incredibly sweet to whumpee, combing hair with fingers, bandaging/caring for cuts, washing them, wiping away tears

When the whumper takes advantage of old cuts/wounds, ripping open, kicking stab wounds

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Whumper who loves dramatics, and a new Whumpee who is just not having it.

"Oh dear, you tried to escape? I'm hurt. Why would you want to leave me?"

"Seriously? You torture someone and act shocked, they want to leave?"

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"Have I not been reasonable? Don't you see how I care for you?"

"Oh my god, you gotta be- are you for real? How dumb are you?"

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"You fight now, but soon you'll understand. You'll see how much I do for you, how good you have it here. You will-"

"For the love of god just shut. up. I don't even know what's worse. The torture or the second hand embarrassment. Is it your goal to make me cringe?"

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And this is normal, some Whumpees start out like this, Whumper knows. But soon they're too scared or too hurt to keep it up, and they play along.

But not this one.

Months in, and they're still just calling out how dumb and weird Whumper is. It kind of hurts their feelings. They might have to dispose of this one soon, they're no fun.

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a disorientated whumpee at a party with whumper's hand uncomfortably wrapped around their collarbone. There's a spiraling fear that they can't quite name-- they're losing themself in this nightmare of insinuating whispers.

The music is pounding and Whumpee can feel it in their teeth.

Whumper pulls them into a dark corner to push a drink up to their lips. "Your friends are coming," Whumper's voice is low, it's calm, it's measured, and Whumpee's skin crawls. "You're going to tell them you want to stay with me."

"No--"

"Or one of them will take your place."

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Thinking about defiant whumpee being held down while a muzzle is forcibly strapped over there face

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Whumpees who feel rage inside, rage about what's done to them, about who did this to them, how they had no right, how this shouldn't have happened, how something has been taken and they can't get it back. They feel rage about their rage, about how this... anger, this monster, inside them has been created, and how they can't get it out.

They find Whumper. They fight them, and beat them. And as they're beating Whumper who has gone down (maybe they're already dead, maybe not) they break down. They started out angry and snarling, but now they're just crying and sobbing, until they scream, letting out all their rage.

It's Whumper's fault, it's all Whumper's fault, and now here they are, bloody, violent, and broken.

So they stop, and just sob. They're not angry anymore. Just empty.

So, so empty.

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Whumpee that's never had genuine comfort before

(comfort stuff)

Caretaker trying to be gentle and whumpee freaks the fuck out--"what are you doing?!" With paranoid wide eyes

"I'm cleaning your wounds...." "Not like that you're not. Here, give me the needle."

Caretaker trying to comfort them--"fuck, you've had it rough" and reaching out for a hug and whumpee just stares at them

Whumpee trying to be "nice" to caretaker by slapping them on the back painfully hard and making boisterous vague remarks that are supposed to be compliments

Or, whumpee staring at caretaker wondering how to say "thank you" in a way that won't get them beaten up, like last time

Caretaker impulsively hugging or touching them out of kindness and whumpee flinches away and grabs the spot like it burns

"You've always taken care of your own wounds?" Caretaker says. Whumpee frowns, confused. "Who else is supposed to do them?"

"Look, I get that you're trying to be nice, caretaker, but I have it handled," whumpee trying to get themself across the kitchen by leaning on the counters.

"I do not need you. It's okay. I'm not a burden."

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“Kill him.”

“…Wh—what?”

The young man stared at the kneeling criminal before him, his specific crimes forgotten. He couldn’t do that, not him, he—

The king interrupted his thoughts, carefully and gently setting the knife in the young man’s hand, even curling his fingers around the handle.

“Was I unclear? Kill him.”

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Something so obvious but so good; screams.

Just... a good scream.

When a stoic character finally breaks and lets out a scream, raw, painful, and loud

Screaming out of fear, backed into a corner with no escape or option to fight, when all they can do is scream

Waking up from a nightmare and screaming as they claw themselves back to the present

Screaming someone's name as there is no way to save them

A sudden, short scream at unexpected pain, clutching the painful area as they go down

A long, unending scream as they're tied down and hurt, no way to stop the pain, as if the only way to let it out is through this

A head titled back, screaming in pain as they can't stop the pain

Screaming in frustration, throwing something at the wall at the same time, letting out the anger

Screaming at Whumpee who has hurt themselves again, instant regret as they look up in fear

Screaming in victory, letting out all the fear, grief, sadness, and pain as they stand over Whumper's dead body

Screaming for help

Screaming for someone to stay away, don't come closer or they'll get hurt

Muffled screaming into a gag, as they're forced to watch someone they care for walk into a trap

Muffled screaming into a hand or arm, trying to stay quiet despite the pain

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Defiant whumpee but they've already had the shit beat out of them

"you're just gonna stand there and appreciate your work, huh?"

"am I pretty now?"

They were screaming "fuck you!" And got punched every time till they didn't have the breath to speak. Now it's just a very quiet "just suck a dick, would you?"

whumper just has gotten in the habit of slapping them for talking because it's probably insults

Saying "yes master" and waiting till whumper can't see to roll their eyes or give them the finger

Resistance via silence, because they have no energy to speak anymore

Their instinctive sass now includes a flinch reflex

"are you done?" Whumpee says and then cringes

"are you done?" Whumper says and waits for whumpee to say something that will earn them another kick

"I think we both could use a break, don't you think?" Whumpee groans.

Whumpee adds on a "sir" whenever they say anything that might get them punished

"yes, patience is clearly your best quality... Sir."

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Defiant Whumpee who has been fighting Whumper at every possible moment, and Whumper who has been trying everything to get them to break. Hurting them didn't work, if the pain became too much Whumpee just shut down, but would be right back up when they had a break. Restraining them didn't work, Whumpee still mouthed them off and spat at them. Starvation didn't work, Whumpee seemed to just accept it. Blindfolding did nothing. The gag did nothing.

Whumper tried so much, and Whumpee's reactions were different and they did get weaker, but they still wouldn't. give. in. Wouldn't show weakness, wouldn't beg or plead, wouldn't do anything what Whumper wanted to see.

Until Whumper tried drugging them. They gave them something that leaves Whumpee dazed, making their body heavy and unresponsive, and their mind foggy.

They untie Whumpee, letting them fall to the floor, and mock them. Telling them that this is their chance, come on, fight me, isn't this what you want?

But Whumpee can't do anything. They try, but their body won't obey them, their mind slips away from them. And it terrifies them. Anything else they can take. External things? They will fight. But they've never experienced this before. Their body completely giving up on them.

And that, that, finally does something. The next time Whumper drugs them, Whumpee doesn't say anything. It's the same the third time. But the fourth... Whumpee flinches back, and chokes out a soft "please". They instantly shut their mouth, as if they didn't mean to say it, but it's too late.

Whumper finally found something that will break them.