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I WANT ONE WAHHHHH

Made a prototype for the needle felted moths program I'm planning for spring. Only gave myself 90 minutes to work on it because that's how long the class is. I'll definitely encourage the students to work smaller than I did, though, since this one is large even compared to real luna moths. Now I want to make a whole flock of these.

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Thank you for the tags!!

Here is me vs my oc, Vortex! plus a version of him without its superpowers activated (: enjoy!

Additional tags:

@im-a-tired @fwooo0000oopy @deckofaces ik u were tagged but shhh hi MUAH

Writer v. OC!

Tagged by @theluckywizard. Here's me v. Eilan. If you'd like to give this a shot, you can find the piccrew here.

Tagging @bluewren @flaggermuser @oliversrarebooks @mrslyncx @narravero @moonlightheretic @hekaerges @varric-tethras-editor @megasaurusssss

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whump prompt

in a setting where supernatural stuff does exist, but isn't known by the public, whumpee has person in their head who was their friend all throughout their captivity. when they escape/are rescued, do they tell anyone about them? and if they do, do people believe them?

there just so much potential there? like the whumpee being so grateful during their captivity that they have one person who cares about them. or if they don't tell anyone their friends being confused when they're trying to convince the whumpee of something (ex. they're safe now, they can do X, etc.) and the whumpee suddenly believes them when they didn't for a while, and their friends don't know its because the person in their head told the whumpee they could believe them. or if the whumpee does tell them, how long does it take to convince their friends that the person in their head is real, and if they do mange to, what convinces them in the end? idk I just think there's a lot of potential

(also, yes i am a fan of the malevolent podcast. how could you tell? /s)

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Secret Santa Masterlist

Thanks everyone for participating! I wanted to make a post including the stories of everyone who participated!

@rainy-knights-of-villany: Secret Santa

@lili-loves-whump: Secret Santa

@onlywhump: Secret Santa

@esperosisdoeswriting: Christmas Secret Santa

@laffy-taffy-creations: The Power That Comes With Caring

@watercolorfreckles: The Pretty Prince of Avenglow

@mirohtron: Secret Santa

@chaoticgoodthief: Secret Santa Gift

@thepenultimateword: Secret Santa 2023, Second Secret Santa

@kaiwewi: Once Upon a Christmas Mission

@raineandsky: Secret Santa

@deckofaces: Choose: Love or Heartbreak

@justalittletoocorrupted: Lots to Do

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YEEESSSSSSSSSSS BABY ITS SO PERFECT

ITS SO SO SO PERFECT I LOVE ITTT OMFGGGGGFGGGGGGG

Cain literally is like Villainy is bad!! But lowkey I wouldn’t mind joining my bf if he asked 👉👈

I LOVE THE NEW HERO THAT IS AN AMAZING CONCEPT!!!! Oh my god this was incredible I’m actually so happy you got my prompt

Choose: Love or Heartbreak

(A Secret Santa Snippet)

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Once again this year I chose to participate in Secret Santa snippet exchange! This year I coincidentally got my girlfriend @justalittletoocorrupted! I really hope you like it <333

Prompt: Villain x Hero (who is a sidekick to superhero!) and Superhero finds out Hero was dating Villain (or just fell in love with them) and kidnaps them to try and help them understand that's a bad thing and the Villain could save them!

(I ended up doing more villain x civilian (I checked if it would be okay))

Note! As we are really close I decided to use ocs, this is an au where Dystopia from Dystopian Reflections is a civilian, via the name Cain. Vortex/Blank-Slate is @justalittletoocorrupted’s oc and it uses it/its and he/him pronouns

Tw: kidnapping, arguing, mentions of violence, swearing

“Cain Harlow.”

Cain’s head was foggy. He blinked a couple times, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He glanced down at his hands, silvery looking threads were slowly unwrapping from his wrists and making their way back to their creator. His eyes followed and they made their way back to a woman, a superhero more specifically. 

Looking around, the room almost appeared to be an interrogation room. He was not cuffed, but he sat in a closed room at a table across from the hero. 

Nothing was making sense, he last remembered being at the grocery store! He was just shopping! His boyfriend and him were going to have a nice dinner that night and he went to get a few things they would need.. he has no memory of leaving there and ending up with this superhero in front of him!

“…Who are you?”

“The media refers to me as the Porcelain Woman,” the superhero replied simply. 

That makes sense he supposed until suddenly the name clicked in his head and Cain realized exactly who she was. And the alias quickly seemed obvious too. Looking at her, she didn’t look like a normal person, well, because she wasn’t. Her body appeared very doll-like with long, curly black hair and perfect makeup. All exemplified by the apparent cracks across her face, just like what can happen to porcelain.

However, even though she looked like a doll, she wasn’t one. He’s heard his fair share of news stories criticizing her for being a hero. And that is the result of many considering her less than human. She is a powerful spirit inhabiting the life size doll. But the spirit, or a “Reflector,” is a reflection of a real life person, given their name. They are typically chaotic entities. …Not heroes. But he shouldn’t make assumptions about their character..

…But it explains how he got there. From what he’s heard, she has some form of mind control ability in the form of a literal puppet on strings. The doll shell she uses is apparently quite fitting. His face morphed into disgust at the thought of how he got there. 

Cain took a deep breath. “Why am I here?”

She stared at him for a few seconds before answering. Her fake, glassy, and yellow eyes were a bit unnerving. “You should know why you are here, do you not?”

Ah.

He could only be there for one reason, and if a superhero of all people is involved, he definitely knew. But he also wasn’t foolish enough to give himself away without her stating why he’s there first. “I’m afraid I do not understand why I am here. Considering I was taken out of a grocery store, pardon my confusion on the matter.”

The Porcelain Woman drummed her fingers on the table. “It was necessary at the time, it was for your safety,” she stated, brushing off his comment. “You’re here, Mr. Harlow, because of your boyfriend. Are you aware that your partner goes by the alias of Blank-Slate?”

There it is. 

“I do not see why that matters,” Cain answered, trying his hardest to keep his face schooled into a neutral expression.

She stared again, almost as if in surprise. “Your boyfriend has hurt and killed many people, have you no remorse for them, their families, or future victims? It is not a good thing for you to be dating it. Does it not hurt knowing its career and choices?” 

He let out a sigh. He knows what Vortex does is wrong, horrible even, but it has never made him feel unsafe.. rather it has made him feel so loved and cared for. Maybe it’s selfish that that is all he cared to think about in this situation but he didn’t care. And it likely makes him a horrible person too, but if it ever asked him to join it in what it does, he’s sure he’d say yes in a heartbeat..

“Blank-Slate treats me with much more love and care than anyone else ever has. What it does may not be considered right, but it has never subjected me to its lifestyle, rather it does its best to protect me from it,” Cain replied calmly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

The Porcelain Woman scoffed at his comment. “Do you really believe it loves you? It is a villain, Mr. Harlow, one that seeks to draw any sort of horrible reaction it can get out of someone. That means it will eventually revel in the heartbreak it will inevitably cause you.”

Cain shook his head. “You do not understand the nature of our relationship. You believe that to be true when in reality I am an exception to that idea.”

“No, you are failing to understand. I want to help you, this agency wants to help you. Being in that relationship is only going to bring you a lot of pain. We want to help you and stop that from happening. Loving Blank-Slate will hurt you. It is not someone you should love.” Her tone held a bit of concern, but for him it was difficult to distinguish if it was genuine or fake. 

Despite that, this situation was ridiculous, he wanted to go home! He spun a ring on his finger that Vortex gave him to try and calm himself and his anxieties. He hoped to get out of there soon, or maybe Vortex already realized he hadn't come home when he said he would…

Cain supposed he could understand some of her points, he knew it enjoys getting a reaction out of people, but that’s not how it is in regards to him. The amount of times it has seen him vulnerable and treated him with so much love and compassion and respect.. The amount of times he’s seen it so vulnerable.. if it wanted to hurt him, it would have done so many months ago. He’s never loved anyone quite like Vortex and this superhero will not sway him from that. 

“I get what you are trying to convey, but I do not want help from you or your agency. Rather, I wish you would have let me just go about my day,” he said more firmly. He was tired of being there now. He hasn’t been there very long, but being in that room quickly aggravated him. Everything just was wrong about this. 

“Mr. Harlow,” the superhero interjected, “your safety is at risk here! I am merely trying to offer you a way out of your situation but you are only showing me disrespect for my efforts!”

Cain gritted his teeth before raising his voice. Not only was this aggravating, but he was also talking to a wall. How lovely. “That is because you fail to show me respect! I do not want your efforts!! Let me spell it out, I. Do. Not. Want. Your. Help.” He sucked in a breath before trying to continue, his voice returning to a normal volume. “I’ll get ‘hurt’ in your words for all I damn care. It is not your responsibility to look after me.”

“I understand that it’s not my responsibility, but I don’t want you to be added to its list of victims! Blank-Slate-“

“Blank-Slate,” Cain snapped, “Is the love of my life whether you like it or not. Quite frankly, it has treated me far better than you have, and I have only known you for less than a day.”

“You don’t make it easy to get into contact with you,” The Porcelain Woman sneered. “Your career as a doctor makes you busy and most other times you are spotted with the villain. Bringing you here today in the way I had may have been unethical, but I had no choice. You were free and it was the only opportunity I had to get you here. If you would hear me out, you would understand it was for the better!”

“Oh so you and your band of heroes have been keeping tabs on me? You can’t, you know, send me an email or message that your heroes need to talk to me? You resorted to kidnapping me?” Cain threw his hands up in exasperation. “I’m going to repeat myself one more time, leave me alone. I am happy with my boyfriend. I do not care about your concerns about my supposed safety.”

“That was only a result of trying to keep tabs on Blank-Slate, which is actually incredibly difficult to do. We only very recently discovered you are its partner,” she retorted.

Cain has had enough of all of this. There seemed to be no convincing this woman that he feels safe and loved in his relationship. And really it should be none of her business at all! She’s entirely convinced that Vortex will just suddenly start hurting him one day just because it can. They’ve been dating for quite awhile and it hasn’t done so. 

And what’s more, he’s been able to see a side of Vortex that it doesn’t show anyone else. To others it very easily can seem cruel! But to him it has only ever been caring and affectionate and so so loving. But even when he has accidentally caught it doing its villain work, he can’t help but be a bit fascinated by it. And strangely enough, after seeing what it does and seeing it hasn’t done anything to him, it only has made him feel more safe and secure in their relationship.

Cain stood up from his chair. “I appreciate you trying to ‘warn me’ about my boyfriend, but I really do not need your assistance and I would like to get going home.” 

“Please sit, we are not done talking, Mr. Harlow. Going back to your boyfriend would be a bad idea,” the hero advised, her glassy eyes watching him stand.

“No, ma’am, I am heading home. Excuse me,” he said while trying to move past her to the door. 

“We aren’t done,” she stated, more harshly this time. Silvery threads shot from her hands towards his legs. He yelled a curse before quickly stumbling backwards, narrowly avoiding them. 

“Are you fucking delusional??” Cain cried out. “I acknowledge why you may be upset with my decision but that is unacceptable! For a hero especially! Contrary to what you think, my love for Blank-Slate will not lead to something completely horrific!”

“I’m not allowed to let you walk out so easily. I apologize that you don’t get it, but Blank-Slate is incredibly dangerous. I need you to stay awhile longer, I wasn’t even close to finishing on this matter.” 

Throughout this whole argument, the woman’s face has been just about completely neutral the entire time minus her tone, and it honestly was becoming infuriating. In the right state of mind he would realize that her being so doll-like didn’t allow for a great range of physical emotion, but in the moment it only ticked him off more. To him it only seemed like she concerned herself with breaking the two apart rather than how he felt. 

“No no! I’m done with this!” Cain argued, “You keep talking about me hearing you out but you have not been listening to me. You kidnapped me to talk to me, then you started preaching about how my boyfriend’s and I’s love is invalid, and then you refuse to let me leave!”

“Mr. Harlow—“

A knock sounded at the door. 

They both fell silent and turned to look at the sound. The Porcelain Woman answered the door, only to find another superhero he’s never seen before on the other side. 

“Mr. Harlow is needed by another hero for questioning, it is required that this continues later,” the stranger at the door said to the superhero.

“Fine, bring him back as soon as they are done.” She shot a glare over to Cain, but stepped out of the way to let him pass.

A wave of relief washed over him to finally get away from her as he stepped past her next to the stranger. He didn’t know where he was going but hopefully it would be better. If it entailed questioning, maybe not.. but here’s to hoping.

The two walked through the corridors of the unfamiliar agency. After a minute or two, the stranger spoke to him. And as soon as he did, it practically made him want to fall into its arms on the spot. 

Ensuring no one was around, the stranger shifted into a different person, returning to the form of his boyfriend. Telepathically it spoke gently to him, “Are you okay baby..? I’m going to get you out of here, just play along and act as if I’m one of the heroes.”

“I’m okay..” Cain mumbled, watching as Vortex shapeshifted back into the hero, “Thank you for finding me.”

It telepathically reassured him that it would always find him. It noticed that he never came home on time and wasn’t answering any of its messages alerting it that something was wrong.

Being fully disguised as a hero, Vortex escorted Cain safely out of the building without alarm. The pair headed home where they could have a relaxing evening like they originally had planned. 

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Secret Santa prompt!

Merry Christmas you guys!! I know I've been gone a while but I had taken a part in a discord writing secret Santa! My person was @onlywhump so I really hope you enjoy!!

Lots To Do

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It was a bright day out. The sun was shining, the people in the city were happy… and the hero was on their way to a meeting with their boss, superhero! Well… maybe less of a meeting and more of an evaluation. The week prior the hero had brought to light a gruesome story of a civilian that had been kidnapped by a villain the world had now deemed “the metal welder” for their horrific crime of turning the once loved civilian into a robotic structure that was once remnant of a person. Although the hero was able to save the civilian, they had found that the villain had made a quick escape before they or their team could catch them. Hero had been well thanked for their hard work towards discovering, locating, and saving the victim involved… though they had hoped to have gotten the thanks for catching the villain too. But the most important part was getting the victim! That the hero did leaving them *something* to be proud of.

But.. maybe if they were a little quicker, then they wouldn’t have gotten here….

Everything had gone by so fast. One moment the hero was rummaging through their bag to find their keys to get inside the building, then the next they were on the ground. There were dark stars invading their vision from all over that continued to grow until they could see nothing at all! The worst part was they couldn’t even see who it was that had caused this…

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By the time the poor hero woke up something was different. Very different. However there was little time given to figure out what it was that had changed before a voice from somewhere behind them spoke up. 

“Sleep well?”

Hero sat up quickly, a panic rushing through their mind as they scrambled to find who it was behind them. Strangely enough.. their head was able to turn far enough to meet the eyes of their kidnapper. Could their neck go that far before?

“Ah, I see you’re using your new perks already..” The stranger grinned.

“Perks?? What do y–” Wait.. was that villain??! The hero gasped, “[Villain]! What the fuck did you do?!?” they hissed.

“What did I do..?” Villain tsked, “Oh [Hero]… what did you do? You were the one that took my beloved experiment..” they sighed, “So I had to get a new one..”

A new one? What on earth did the villain mean?? The hero looked down at their legs so they could push themself off the table only for the shine of metal to catch its attention. 

Metal. Oh god, their legs were metal…… And…. If their legs were metal.. Then that means—

Oh god.

The hero looked back up to the villain who had the biggest smile they had ever seen a villain wear.

“Stand.” the villain directed, “Stand, my beautiful creation.” they repeated.

The hero’s gaze drifted to locked on their own legs again. Their chest heaving as they tried to process what it was that was going on, but absent mindedly they found themselves pushing their heavy body off the table to stand. 

“Feel anything?” The villain asked, cocking a brow. What did they mean by "feel anything”?? Of course they didn’t!! They’re a freaking ROBOT! Not even a cyborg, no, because from what the hero could see *nothing* on them was organic! Everything was metal! Cold metal!

The hero didn’t answer, and it seemed that the villain didn’t need one to continue. “I spent hours, maybe even a full day on you, my precious..” they added, taking a few steps closer to the still in shock hero. “You’re my best outcome yet..” 

The best?? Maybe the worst! The hero found themself unable to find the smallest word or sound to express their feeling that wasn’t the newfound urge to cry and fall to their now metal knees. What would superhero think? What would their friends think? Their family? Their coworkers? Would they even recognize them?? Depending on such answers, the hero worried that perhaps it would be time to simply give up. 

“Oh, [Hero]~” The villain's grading voice forced itself into the hero's ears after their spiraling, “You may want to listen before I begin testing..” 

Testing. 

The hero couldn’t process any of the villains words aside from testing. 

And that was the hero’s final straw. 

So with a sudden burst in motion the hero began bolting it to the first door their eyes had landed on. The metal clanks of the hero’s replaced feet could be heard loud and clear, yet the villain didn’t seem worried at all. 

“So be it..” 

Suddenly the hero felt something jam itself into their back. Whatever it was, it pulled the hero back at such a force their back slammed into the wall and left them collapsed on the floor groaning in pain. 

Wait.

Pain??

“Yes!” The villain cheered, “Oh, my darling… you DO feel!” The villain gasped, taking no time as they practically skipped their way over to the crumbled hero. When they knelt down, the villain was gentle to brush the hair, or what replaced the hero’s old organic hair, out of their face. 

On the other hand, the hero found themselves confused and in tears. “Wh– what did you do to me, [Villain]?!?!” they babbled out through what they assumed to be their tears. What part of them was organic? Was this all some illusion? Was the hero even human anymore?

No. 

Clearly not.

“Can’t you see, [Hero]?” the villain asked, “I just fixed you, that’s what! Do you have any idea as to how special you are now? How special you are to me? Why, you’re a miracle!!” they nearly cried, the criminals hands reaching up and cupping the mechs cheeks. 

“We need to do more tests..” they rambled, glancing around them before their eyes landed on what looked to be a glass bottle. The hero cried in reprimand, squirming as their hand grabbed onto the villain's arm and squeezed. They knew it usually wouldn’t do much, but they were hoping desperately that their newfound body would be strong enough to stun the villain. That attempt appeared to be in vain as it didn’t stop the villain from slamming the glass onto the hero’s head. If they could bleed they surely would’ve. The hero screamed in pain, confusion, grief, sadness, just about any overwhelming thought going on in their mind began to bubble up and out of their throat every time a new sting of pain flourished throughout their body. Maybe it was an excuse to express themselves, but perhaps this is too far from being considered an “excuse” when the hero was transformed into something they never once mentioned any possible form of consent to. If anything they expressed nothing but disgust!

The villain on the other hand was laughing. They were fucking laughing. They laughed and smiled and hummed as they battered the robotic hero every which way that wouldn’t compromise themselves. The grin on their face and their reddened cheeks were sickening, and yet the hero did nothing to pry themselves from the others arms. Despite the pain they were subjecting the hero to.. They were the only one offering comfort, too. That was the one thing the hero felt they needed most right now.. 

“Oh, if you weren’t metal I’d be doing much worse..” the villain said with a tone of voice that made the hero want to scream. Their head laying atop the others below them, “Perhaps I give you a minute while I set things up, hm?... We have lots to do, my darling. Lots to do.”

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Framed Photos

Whumptober Day 9:

Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You’re a liar”

Tw: whump, framing, detainment, some interrogation, Polaroids with images of torture, female whumpees, I think that’s some gaslighting if I look at it, wrongful imprisonment, mentions of kidnapped whumpee

Myranda is known as Leader in other fics, uses she/her pronouns

Last part || First part

Myranda’s dark black hair fell down in front of her face as she looked down at the simple wooden table that her arms rested on. Her wrists once again were adorned by shiny metal bracelets, or more known to the people in the agency as power suppression cuffs. 

She’s been detained within her own place of work. 

She’s been interrogated for what must have been hours, all by different people. 

She’s exhausted.

“Miss Warren.” She looked up at the current officer questioning without saying a word. “Despite having been told by your supervisor to stop looking for your teammate, Miss Nadir, you have been caught leaving the agency on numerous occasions at dusk and not returned until the middle of the night. Rather than searching for her, is it possible that you have been holding her captive instead?”

Myranda wanted to scream at the stranger. No one has been believing her. Tears stained her cheeks from her exasperation and the mental torture she’s been going through. And what she saw that morning certainly didn’t help..

“No. I’ve been telling each one of you the exact same thing. I don’t have her! All of you were so quick to conclude that she’s dead! But now that evidence showed up, no, has been placed in my room, the case suddenly opened back up and everyone is pointing fingers at me!” If she had her powers, her eyes would have been glowing from how upset she was. Now she just sat there slightly shaking in her seat from how frustrated and angry she felt. As far as she knew, she was the only one out of her team who was being kept in a holding cell, but she hated that they were left alone without her being able to explain what happened. 

“That does not explain your nightly outings.”

Yes it did. Yes it did. “I’ve been looking for her against orders! Does that explain it? I’m scared for her, I miss her, I-“ Another tear fell down her face. How many times has she cried that day? “I’m her leader and I want her safe return.”

“So you claim you did not take and put those pictures in your room?”

She didn’t she didn’t she didn’t- “It’s not a claim, it’s the truth. I didn’t take or put those there.” Her emotions were a horrible mess, they were in a pile that she couldn’t untangle. Switching between letting her desperation peek through or trying to stay calm didn’t appease any of the officers Myranda’s talked to. No matter what she says or how she acts, it’s never right.

The officer sitting down in front of her paused for a moment before opening a file they had placed closed on the table. Her eyes fell to it.

They opened it.

Her gaze skimmed over a handful of Polaroids. They were the same ones she found in her small room at the agency. She barely had time to sob or panic or have any reaction before a different hero walked by and saw into her tiny room and called other heroes and authorities.

She’s been framed, or it’s a threat, or she’s being mocked. Or it’s a mix of all three. But either way, seeing the contents of the photos left her with guilt and horror swirling around her stomach. 

They contained pictures of her missing teammate, Narcissa. She looked sickly and in a place she didn’t recognize. But even more so she looked to be in pain in every single photo. There were no other identifiable people in the pictures, just her and her in pain. Whether it be with some sort of torture device or nothing at all except her apparent screaming. 

It made her feel so horrible. Her teammates were her responsibility! But Narcissa is still missing, and clearly being tortured. Guilt clawed through Myranda all the way up to her throat as she continued to stare at the photos and the horrific scenes filling each one of them. She saw them earlier that day, but they still hurt just as much as the first time she saw them. She just kept staring until the officer jolted her out of her thoughts. 

“You claim you did not take these pictures, but yet they were found in your assigned room. Our building has high levels of security so it is very unlikely someone put these in your room. Have you been lying to us Miss Warren? There are severe consequences for lying, you should know this.” The officer stared at her with a look of impatience. They could have been done if they would just believe her! 

By that point they should have just said ‘you’re a liar.’ Liar liar liar. But she isn’t a liar! She’s been the only one looking now suddenly she’s being pinned for lying. She’s been accused of it all day- 

“I’m not lying!” She shouted, slamming her hands on the table. She shrunk back a little when the officer started to reach for their pocket. “I’m not lying,” she said quieter this time. “I couldn’t have possibly been the one to kidnap her. It’s the supervillain we fought the day she went missing. My teammates are my alibi, I couldn’t have been there, I was ordered to retreat. I wish I was there, I could have saved her.” All of that ignored the fact that even if the building had high security, she’s sure someone could still have snuck in somehow.

The officer opened their mouth to say something in response but Myranda interrupted them. “Get Florian to persuade me to tell you the truth for all I care, you’ll get the same answer.” She hates to drag them into this, but she’s afraid they won’t let her go at all if they don’t help prove what she’s saying is right. 

They stood up, the metal chair elicited a loud screech on the tile floor as they did and made another as they pushed the chair back into the table. “Maybe we will have to bring your teammate down. If you won’t provide us with the information we need, we will have to.”

“Fine.” Myranda slouched in her chair and let her forehead rest on the table as she heard the door open and click shut, the officer finally leaving her alone.. They’ll bring Florian, they’ll find she’s telling the truth, and then she can get out of the damned holding cell. At least that’s what she hoped. 

Until then though.. the horrible Polaroids kept flashing through her head. She’s been trying so hard to stay strong, but it’s so hard. Everything has been going wrong. So so wrong. It’s been weeks since everything has started and now she wanted more than ever to return back to how things were. But she knew deep down it would never be the same.  ~~~~

Taglist: @justalittlecorrupted, @onlywhump, @kadeee00, @rainy-knights-of-villany, @thelazywitchphotographer (I don’t remember if you wanted to be tagged or not Aura, if not tell me no lmao)

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Torture in the Name of Love

Tw: whump, (like the title suggests) torture (a good chunk of it), character death, blood, knife, sadistic whumper, multiple whumpees (if that’s what I should call it?), possessive behaviors, and kidnapping

This snippet includes @justalittlecorrupted’s OC Vortex (Blank-Slate) and it uses it/its pronouns (hey also helped with a lot of brainstorming for this post!). It is also pictured on this post. Dystopia is older in this snippet than when he appears in Dystopian Reflections. Enjoy!

Dystopia pulled his hand away from the other supervillain. He felt breathing. It was slow of course, that’s the nature of its powers, but it is breathing and that’s a relief. Having once been a doctor, he is usually good at telling when someone is unconscious or in a critical state. But with Vortex, otherwise known as the villain Blank-Slate, its powers made it much more difficult to determine that. Despite being passed out, its eyes were wide open and staring, even following him as he moved. It also slowed its breathing and kept it ridiculously stiff and still. But any sort of breathing at all was a good sign, whoever kidnapped his boyfriend did not render it into a critical condition.

Critical state or not though, he felt a fury he hasn’t felt towards anyone in a long time. Not even his greatest enemy could recreate the anger he felt in that moment. Someone dared to touch it, to kidnap it, to hurt it. If he has his way, they will never see the light of day again, that he knows for sure. 

However that anger couldn’t overcome the gentleness he held for his lover, even while unconscious. “I’m sorry, baby..” Dystopia whispered as he placed a kiss on the top of Vortex’s head, stepping back and running a hand through its hair, moving some of it out of its face. He inhaled when he saw that its long hair masked a black eye. God, he hated seeing it hurt. He knew it was bound to happen with them both being villains. But by whatever power he had, he wanted to make whoever did it regret it. 

Dystopia heard the soft click of the door alerting him to someone entering, likely to see Vortex. Before he even turned around, he heard a quiet, audible gasp come from someone. In that moment, the gentle look that Dystopia reserved for his lover morphed into a cold and expressionless one. He shoved his hands in the pockets of black dress jacket and turned around to face the visitors to what he could only assume was Vortex's cell.

Standing in front of him in the doorway were three people. Two fearful looking guards and hiding behind them stood an even more frightened hero. None of them looked all that impressive to him, but obviously the hero had to have some sort of interesting power if they kidnapped his boyfriend of all people. But they sure looked silly now, hiding behind their guards. 

“Who did it?” Dystopia asked, finally breaking the silence, “Who hurt it and brought it here?” He stared directly into the eyes of the hero though when asking his questions. They couldn’t meet his gaze and looked slightly away. All three of them looked beyond nervous, as they should be feeling in his eyes. 

“Can’t own up to your actions [Hero]?” He sneered. “Are you too cowardly to admit it? Someone brought it here, was it you?” Dystopia continued to press. He knew that [Hero] kidnapped Vortex, but he wanted them to admit it. 

All [Hero] did was shake their head and step back. Dystopia, in turn, stepped closer to them and the guards. The hero only backed up more. 

“If you admit it to me, maybe I’ll let you live,” Dystopia said. Of course he’s lying, he’d never let them get away. But that doesn’t matter. “You seem to recognize who I am, maybe it would be smarter for you to tell me.”

“I..-“ [Hero] hesitated. Dystopia could see their eyes starting to water from their situation. A small smile graced his face from their fear. It was perfect, but now he wanted them terrified. Truthfully though, he wouldn’t be satisfied until they were dead. 

He stared at the hero, waiting for them to finish their sentence. He could pain them with his powers but he found then his victims can’t speak, and he had to deal with the guards first anyways. “Go on, speak up.”

[Hero] opened their mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead they shook their head once more. They took a step back, and another, and another, until suddenly they were sprinting away through the small facility, leaving their guards in the dust. That’s only a minor inconvenience though. He already knew what the hero’s face looked like now. It didn’t matter where they went, he would find them. He could have fun with the guards first instead..

His attention shifted to the two guards. They also turned to try and run but he refused to let them get away like [Hero]. He focused on their legs and screams echoed throughout the corridor they once stood in, however now the invisible pain he inflicted to their legs caused them to collapse hard to the floor. His powers came so naturally to him, all he had to do was focus on a specific place on his target(s) and then rushed over agonizing pain. He never got tired of watching their agony either, everyone reacted slightly differently. Though he supposed him attacking them right now is not to pick them apart and see what makes them tick.. he wanted answers. 

He knelt down in front of one of the guards. He grabbed their arm and yanked them towards him. His grip felt like hot metal on their skin but somehow left no burn.. they screamed in pain and pleaded for Dystopia to stop. He, of course, ignored their cries.

“Were you here when Blank-Slate arrived to its cell?” Dystopia questioned. The guard screamed a babble of incoherent words. A mix of begging for him to stop and that they are not allowed to answer him. Tears streamed down their face and the other guard only watched on with absolute horror. 

Dystopia responded to the lack of answer by bringing his robotic hand to grip their arm too. Just as before, this hand also felt like burning metal but left no burns or marks. Having both hands on their arm became excruciating. That’s the beauty of his powers, he could make a victim feel like they are in pain, but in the end there’s never a mark unless he physically hurts them. 

The guard tried their hardest to pull away but his grip never loosened. It didn’t take long for the guard to cave, they screamed a “yes!” at him when the pain became too much to bare. Dystopia grinned and let the pain dull to a small throb, however he still didn’t let go. Luckily for him it didn’t take too long for the guard to give in, he still needed to conserve most of his energy for Vortex’s captor. 

The guard gasped for breath after all their screaming. While they did, Dystopia continued his questioning. “You saw Blank-Slate brought in, correct?”

“Yes- oh don’t tell [Hero] I told you this-“ They were interrupted by a small flare of pain rising up in their arm again. They quickly understood the warning and fell silent, watching the villain in front of them with unease. 

“Who brought it in?”

The guard stared at Dystopia, unable to speak. Unfortunately for them, he felt particularly impatient. He started to squeeze their arm with his robotic hand (which usually seemed to hurt more than if he used his normal hand), eliciting a yelp and their answer. 

“[Hero] did! [Hero] did.. I swear I don’t know how it happened, just that they brought in Blank-Slate! Please don’t hurt them!”

“See, that was not so hard.” Dystopia let go of the guard and stepped back, that’s all he needed to hear. He just wanted confirmation. ….And to see someone hurt with the anger boiling inside of him. He was not going to just hurt [Hero], he wanted to kill them. 

The guard scrambled backwards into the arms of the second guard, who held the other protectively. He chuckled a little at the sight. If he didn’t have another target, it would be so fun to tear the two apart.. 

“I’ll be sure to credit your assistance in their death,” he said suddenly, turning his back to the pair. The guard he just tortured started to cry protests at him, but with one turn of his head accompanied by a glare they fell silent. They weren’t complete idiots it appeared. 

He walked away from the two, he did not say another word or make much noise other than the soft thud his shoes made against the tiled floor. The place he stood in that he tracked down his boyfriend to be in is a somewhat small hero agency outpost. If he did not get there sooner he would have guessed it would have been transferred to the agency’s main building and prison. That would have been more difficult to break it out of, but he would have done it, no questions about it. What made this place nice though is that the hero’s team likely is not around. And since the building is small, he felt no need to rush or run around the place to find [Hero]. They could have left of course, but if they didn’t, he would find them. And if they left, he would hunt them down. There is no need to rush.

And besides, he enjoyed the scare that came with the shock of being surprised.

Dystopia walked silently through the halls, listening for any sound or looking for any sign of the hero. He glanced through the occasional door or stepped into a few rooms, but for a while he saw and heard nothing.

A sense of stillness and lifelessness pervaded the air. Perhaps everyone evacuated. Or maybe the building hardly gets used. Not that he cared, there would be less people to get in his way that way. But still, most would find it eerie. However he welcomed the place’s emptiness, he would be able to hear [Hero]’s screams better..

For a few minutes, Dystopia found nothing in his silent stalk through the halls. He almost thought that the hero escaped when he had been torturing the guards. But a voice broke through the stretching silence. He crept closer to hear what they were saying.

“—[Superhero] please send me back up! I’m in hiding, but I don’t know how long I can stay here- That supervillain is pissed! I didn’t even expect him to show up! I think he’s an ally of the other supervillain I caught, Blank-Slate-“

“It is my boyfriend, actually,” Dystopia interrupted. The crime fighter gasped and fell silent.

Through [Hero]’s frantic cry for help into some sort of communicator, it led Dystopia right to them. He stood outside of a wooden door, presumably to a closet. He smiled, talking had been a foolish mistake on the other’s part. 

Instead of immediately opening the door however, he just stood in front of it in silence. He let the suspense and anticipation of what would happen build for the hero. He knew that they knew he was still there. He knew they could see his shadow from the crack at the bottom of the door. It brought him joy when he heard buzzing on the other side of [Hero]’s communicator, asking what was happening, and [Hero] fumbling to turn it down. 

He let that go on for a minute or two, enjoying hearing [Hero]’s team’s confusion and their quiet panicked whispers to be quiet. But (unfortunately) he couldn’t stand outside the door all day, he had a boyfriend to get back to. So he took the handle and slowly opened it. 

“Boo,” he said with a grin and murderous glint in his eye. Dystopia could have listened to on repeat that initial scream caused from him only saying one word for hours. He didn’t even hurt them yet! He could have said just “hi” and they would have screamed. 

Dystopia could also hear shouts of panic coming from [Hero]’s communication device, which he ripped out of their hand. He inspected the little device in his hand and then looked back to the crime stopper. “Hopefully they enjoy the show, yes?”

[Hero] put a hand to their mouth and tried to back up more in the closet. Unfortunately the closet was a tiny one and they let out a yelp 

from hitting their head, to Dystopia’s amusement. 

The supervillain smiled at what he considered now to be a pathetic excuse of a hero. They could capture his boyfriend but when confronted with a completely unexpected situation, they froze up. Perfect for him. 

He stepped towards them, reveling in how their face seemed to somehow grow more panicked. “You aren’t leaving this building [Hero],” Dystopia said with a hum, though his tone immediately turned sharp and cold, “You hurt Blank-Slate, I intend to make the consequences hurt tenfold.”

And then without warning, it was as if an invisible wall of pain slammed into the [Hero]. With just a single thought from Dystopia, the other’s world erupted into absolute agony. Their screams echoed off the walls of the desolate base and incoherent yelling could be heard from the communicator. And of course, unlike the hero, Dystopia had a look of joy on his face. Their suffering brought the supervillain so much delight. If it were any other hero, their pain still would be enjoyable, but it really was wonderful since they deserved it in his eyes. They touched what was his. 

Dystopia just watched as the screaming went on, practically until the other’s throat became raw. [Hero] curled up into a ball and pleaded with him to stop, he watched the other as confusion and defeat filled their eyes. They can’t fight back if there was nothing physically touching them to hurt them. How could they fight or heal the source if it wasn’t there? Well, Dystopia was the source of the pain, but what his powers could do didn’t require anything physical. 

Truthfully he let their agony go on for a few minutes, he just kept staring and watching with an unfaltering smile. By some point their screaming stopped as they physically couldn’t anymore. Tears stained [Hero]’s face and they appeared so destroyed, he loved it. However, he didn’t want to leave his boyfriend unattended for too long. He’s been gone for quite some time already. As much as he enjoyed this, it’s about time he headed back..

He looked toward the communicator, which he heard faint sobbing and disorder on the other side. “I’d tell your Hero goodbye,” he whispered into the device. Yelling at him to stop echoed on the other end of the line. He heard a handful of threats too, but he really didn’t care. He stuffed the device into his right coat pocket and the voices became muffled. 

In the left pocket, however, was the main attraction. He reached in and pulled out a small object. With the click of a button, it folded out into a sharp knife. It’s not the most practical kind of knife for this job, but it will certainly do. 

Dystopia crouched down next to [Hero] and grabbed their jaw with a firm grip, yanking them to look up at him. With just his gaze, he withdrew the unseen force inflicting pain throughout their body. Though even without it, they were weak in his hold, defeated. That brought a smirk to his face. 

“Any final words [Hero]?” Dystopia questioned, staring at them with a grin. 

“I-“ 

With a swift and fluid motion, the supervillain sliced the crime fighter’s throat, not allowing them the chance to finish speaking. Their eyes went wide as they let out a choked gasp, dark red oozing from their neck.

“You do not deserve the honor of last words,” he said coldly.

He took the knife and stabbed it into the side of [Hero]’s neck and quickly ripped it out again. They made a sickening sound, before he let go of them. He watched them collapse to the floor, blood pooling around their lifeless form. But to Dystopia, the crime scene looked like a beautiful work of art after the atrocity the hero committed. In his eyes, hurting his lover deserved a very horrible end.

After a minute of staring at the body, he closed his knife and put it back in his pocket. In the other he took the communicator out and tossed it into the puddle of blood. It splashed a little, dotting his dress pants with small splatters of blood. What a nice touch. 

Before leaving the area, Dystopia took a photo of his work. He hoped Vortex would like to see.. he’s proud of what he’s done. Seeing the person who hurt his boyfriend dead brought him absolute joy. 

But he couldn’t stay longer. He may have left his lover while it was passed out, but now he needs to take care of it now. And he wants to get back in time before anyone else shows up.. 

Without looking back, Dystopia started to walk back towards the cell Vortex was being held in. That’s all that filled his head now, the thought of wanting to get back to his boyfriend as quickly as possible. He wanted to love it and care for it now with his mind at ease that the threat to it was gone. 

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Omg??

So it’s a date (:

Hey.., I think my (oc) whumper has a crush on your whumper from dystopian reflections,,,

Is he single?

Omg 😳 Dystopia is very single 🫢 Someone has a little crush on him? Omg?

[justalittletoocorrupted]

I think it likes that he is evil 😳❤️

*casually sliding a photo of my whumper*

Just look at it! Need I say more?

Hey.., I think my (oc) whumper has a crush on your whumper from dystopian reflections,,,

Is he single?

Omg 😳 Dystopia is very single 🫢 Someone has a little crush on him? Omg?

[justalittletoocorrupted]

Prompt #3422

“Have you ever considered that you’re just a set of powers? Not a person. Barely even a hero. Just a tool.”

[justalittletoocorrupted]

He won’t be single for long 😏

Hey.., I think my (oc) whumper has a crush on your whumper from dystopian reflections,,,

Is he single?

Omg 😳 Dystopia is very single 🫢 Someone has a little crush on him? Omg?

[justalittletoocorrupted]

POOR BABYYYY

LOVELY THAT’S SO GOOD!!! I LOVE ITTTT THE ANGST IS GREAT

Ok but like,,, what if u did a self insert piece

I gotta know what you go with

Angst? Fluff?? Neither??? Nothing at all????

Omg hi my loveee 😊 you know I can’t resist angst. Fluff can’t come without some hurttt 🫢🥰 I had fun with this one, I haven’t wrote a snippet in awhile but this definitely gave me some inspiration like omg. But anyways I hope you enjoy 💞

Red Dandelions

Tw: Angst, blood, injury, and cleaning and sewing (so also needle tw) of said injury

And just to preface, most hero and villain fics I write uses they/them pronouns, but since it is a self-insert piece, the pronouns used here are she/her.

Hero shut the door to her small home and instantly locked the door. After taking off her shoes, she took off her rose mask that concealed her entire face and identity and tossed it on the closest table. The sweet floral smell was immediately removed from her lungs and the air she breathed and all she could smell was the familiar scent of her old home she wished she had more time to spend in. 

No matter how much Hero wanted to collapse on the couch in the living room or wrap herself in blankets on her bed, she instead went to the bathroom. On the way there she grabbed a towel from the hallway closet.

Upon entering the only bathroom in her home, she looked in the mirror. Hero’s long, brown, and sort of curly hair was a mess. Granted she was not very good at doing her hair, but it was far more knotted and messy than usual. Her eyes drifted to her face and saw it was probably the only clean looking part of her body at that moment. Most likely because it was always covered by her mask, it protected her face from a lot of debris when she fought. But what is most noticeable on her face is a tired yet pained expression. Her eyes looked towards what caused her pained look and what caused her to have to rush to the bathroom. 

On Hero’s arm from near her shoulder to what she and to guess is two inches above her elbow sat an absolute disaster of bloodied dandelions. There were so many dandelions, and such a gross mix of yellow and deep red. She noticed some fell to the floor too. They were not good to use as bandages but that’s all she had. 

One of her abilities allowed her to grow plants at will. Unfortunately they have to already exist in the area. And even more unfortunate for her, she had fought a villain in an alleyway of all places. The only plant she spotted was a rogue dandelion growing through a crack in the concrete. Her temporary bandage was born.

She washed her hands before she peeled the soaked flowers and threw them in the trash. She tried not to focus on the blood as she took off each flower. She hated the blood. Hero also hated the way they just seemed to fall apart when she pulled them off, leaving behind their tiny tiny petals on her skin near or on top of her wound. That’s going to suck to clean. 

Every time her fingers brushed too close to the gash, she found herself hissing in pain. She wished anyone but herself could be fixing her up right now, but the medic that would be available at this time at her agency is on vacation. No one even bothered to find someone to take their spot temporarily, which bothered her to no end. So that left Hero with the option of going to the hospital and risking her identity being found out and waiting anxiously until someone blabs to the media or she could do what she’s doing now, and go through the painstaking process of fixing the gash up herself. 

Speaking of keeping her identity hidden, she just realized she never checked if any villains were following her as she went home. She groaned from the thought that she let the pain of her arm distract her so much. She could worry about that later she supposed. She would have to.

Hero returned to working on her arm, running the towel she grabbed under the faucet. She squeezed it out and took the damp cloth and used it to gently wipe the excess blood and anything that remained of the yellow dandelions off her arm. She blinked back tears, god that was a fight she maybe should have avoided. Luckily she wasn’t hurt worse. 

Hero took a little bit of soap and oh so gently cleaned around the wound. The small, delicate, and soapy bubbles contrasted with the sharp red on her skin. 

Once clean, she used a clean portion of the towel and wiped off the soap. Trying to rinse the wound off in the sink would be far too awkward. 

Hero took a deep breath. Next came the part she hated and worried about.

The stitching.

She hated it so much. She hated how much it hurt, blood grossed her out far too much (even hers), and she hated the needles. But she took a needle anyway and started to thread it.

When she first became a hero, she dumbly didn’t even imagine she would ever be in this position right now. Her younger self considered being a doctor but changed her mind as it all grossed her out. But she still wanted to help people, so she decided to use her powers and be a hero, to help people that way. It was almost sadly ironic in a way that she’s stitching her own wound, something she wanted to avoid when she decided a doctor is not her path.

But it’s fine, the sacrifice is worth it. She thought so anyway.

Hero took the needle to her skin with the deep cut. She tried her hardest to keep her hand from shaking. That she managed to do, but every time the needle went through her skin, it always threw her breathing off. Her hand was not shaky, but her breathing was. Sewing always made her uneasy.

She continued the slow process of sewing up her wound until she finally let out a tired but relieved sigh. The stitches weren’t the neatest, but at least it kept the gash closed. She finished with the worst part.

Hero took some proper bandages this time and covered the wound. No more dandelions. 

With her arm bandaged, she was even more relieved now that she is done. She quickly cleaned up the mess she made in her bathroom and proceeded to head to her room immediately after to lay down. 

Getting under the soft blankets was so comforting. Or at least that’s all the comfort she had at the moment. 

Normally after a fight Hero would go to the agency to fill out the required paperwork after a fight. Usually about damaged property, where the fight took place, with who, and all the other boring details.

But now laying there, she couldn’t bother getting out of bed. She hurt and felt so tired. Doing more work felt like too much effort.. she was done being a hero for the day. 

She felt so tired, if a villain did happen to see where she lived and found out her identity, she realized she didn’t even really care that much. At least for now. She might be worried about her carelessness from earlier, later. 

When she laid at home alone, she sometimes questioned if being a hero is worth it. Of course these thoughts probably wouldn’t make her quit, but it was always the same. Go out, fight and maybe get hurt, return to the agency for extra work, and then go home. It felt repetitive. And it also made her feel lonely sometimes. 

Of course Hero had friends, but she didn’t feel she connected with them all the time. She also didn’t feel she had someone to go to after a fight like this, or on any other bad day.

She sighed and pulled the blanket over herself with her non injured arm. 

It’s fine, she was just tired. She’ll feel better in the morning she’s sure.

She’ll feel better and go back to the same routine. 

[justalittletoocorrupted]

Whumpees with comfort items my beloved

[justalittletoocorrupted]

its okay dude im not becoming evil muhaha. sorry i mean haha. dont know what happened there muhaha. sorry i mean

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White Prison

Tw: whump, angst, sadistic whumper, use of powers to cause pain, manipulation, lady whumpee (though they/them is used), captivity

Part one || Previous part

It’s not a good day for the missing Hero

The first thing Hero noticed was the light. Oh the light was so bright, it practically impaled their eyes even though they were closed. They opened them, blinking rapidly.

Once adjusted to the light, Hero’s breath hitched in their throat when they found themselves in an empty room. The walls were white, the floor was white, and the somewhat comfortable bed they laid on had white blankets and sheets. It was unsettling.

The room had no windows. There was a door in the far corner and the only thing that broke the white theme had been the camera attached close to the ceiling pointed directly at them, a little red dot blinked slowly at Hero.  

Hero moved to sit up, their whole body ached. They would have to ignore it temporarily, they just need to create a mirror and leave. They would be safe in a few moments- 

They looked down at their wrists and their eyes widened. Metallic pieces of tech clung to their skin, stopping the flow of their abilities. They tried to create a mirror but none would show up. 

Tears welled up in their eyes. “No..” They managed to whisper despite their throat feeling dry and raw. They threw the blanket off of themself in a panic. Maybe, just maybe the door would be unlocked.

They let their feet touch the cold white tile. When they stood up, bearing their full weight, they found they weren’t strong enough to hold themself up. Their legs gave out on Hero and they collapsed to the floor with a yelp, their hands barely caught them. Their head had been centimeters away from being smashed against the ground.

Their head spun to the door, they heard a loud undoing of a latch. Someone was coming in.

Hero shook their head when they saw Villain in front of them. “No.. no please.. please don’t hurt me again,” they begged. The horrible memories of Villain’s powers rushed into their mind. They remember the agony of it, them collapsing to the ground and holding themself in fetal position while they screamed. Villain grinning over them, their team leaving..

Hero snapped back to reality when they noticed Villain crouching in front of them. “Not even a hello, dear? What a shame..” they tutted. “Up with you now, back onto the bed. That was not smart of you to try and stand up, after all, you have been asleep for several days.”

Villain scooped them up, they violently flinched from the touch, but they didn’t react. They just gently laid them back on the bed. “W-what?”

“Your body reacted poorly to my abilities, it completely shut down. I’m surprised you didn’t die, that would have been a waste,” Villain said, smiling warmly at Hero. The warmth of the smile made Hero want to cower away and hide underneath the blankets like a child. Their words seemed so cruel, but yet they smiled?

“Oh..” Hero whispered. They pulled their knees to their chest, wrapping their arms around them. “Why am I here?” They asked hesitantly, they hoped they were allowed to ask that question. They already knew how painful Villain’s powers could be. Hero also wanted to switch the topic, they didn’t want to think about how they almost died. 

Villain grinned. “You practically fell into my hands, how could I pass up the opportunity to have a little hero in my possession? Or a scout that made a..” they paused, as if they were searching for the right word, “costly mistake.”

Hero hugged themself tighter. It was just an accident, it was just a mistake. No accident was worth this much pain. Their team would help them out of this mess, that’s what they had to keep telling themself. Unless they already tried to help them and- “Is.. is anyone else here with me?”

Villain stood next to Hero’s bed, watching them with curiosity. “Are you asking if your team has shown up to find you?”

Hero did not answer, they just stared at their knees. Villain had been right though, that’s what they wanted to know.

Villain must have known that was Hero’s real question because they answered it honestly. It was brutally honest and the tone of their voice suggested that it brought them almost a twisted sort of joy. “There has been no trace of your team around my base. None whatsoever. You are alone Hero. No one has come to find you, they left you.”

They started to tear up again, shaking their head. “They- they didn’t leave me,” Hero stuttered. “Something must have happened..”

Villain grabbed Hero’s chin and turned their head to face them. They used their free hand to wipe away their tears. “Heroes always look so tiny when they don’t have their powers and no one coming to rescue them..” they mused. 

Hero ripped their head away. “They’ll find me, I know they will,” their voice faultered a little at the end. 

“Oh?” Villain questioned, their hand fell to their side. “And how do you think they’ll find you? No one has found my base, and if anyone has.. they are already dead.”

Hero sucked in a breath. Their team was strong, the same fate wouldn’t come to them. And if they couldn’t find them, they would just have to escape themself. “They’ll find me,” Hero said with conviction this time.

Villain chuckled, flashing a malicious grin at Hero. “I would love to see them try~”

Hero shivered, they hated how proud Villain sounded. More than anything Hero wanted to leave, but Villain just seemed to be toying with them about it. They glanced at the door, if Villain was in here with them, it must have been unlocked. Now, if they could get off the bed and sprint past Villain, they could find an exit and be out of there.

Screaming echoed off the walls of the white room. With a tap of Villain’s finger on their arm, their power shot throughout their body. Everything was on fire. It scorched their feet all the way to their head. Hero frantically looked around them, couldn’t even see any fire.

Hero pulled at their hair, “Make it stop! Please! It burns. I’m sorry-! It burns, it burns..” Hero rocked themself back and forth on the bed.

The agony stopped as soon as it started as Villain pulled their hand away. It left Hero gasping and coughing. They were still rocking themself, though now as more of a way to mock comfort. 

“That is what will happen to your friends if they show up, Hero. I saw you contemplating trying to run, you would not have made it far in your weak state, but it was a good demonstration.” They rubbed Hero’s back, they couldn’t even pull away this time. They just got there but they already felt so weak and defeated.

“We will chat some more later about your stay in my base,” Villain added.

Sobs silently wracked through Hero’s tired form. They could only hope help found them soon. They already hated it there. They vaguely heard Villain say something else, but they couldn’t tell what it was at this point.

Villain left the room the way they came in, latching the door to lock it, leaving Hero to cry alone. 

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Tags: @justalittlecorrupted, @onlywhump, @rainy-knights-of-villany, @thelazywitchphotographer (I remember you wanted to see Hero’s pov, so here it is.)

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Wrong Thoughts, Dead Values

Tw: whump, corrupt agency, assumed dead hero, arguing, cursing, cuffs, overall grim atmosphere

part one || continued from this post

“Let them put the cuffs on..” Leader whispered. Their fists were clenched in anger but their voice remained steady and calm. Their outburst could get their whole team in worse trouble. They had to push away their anger, they were the leader, their team’s safety came first. 

Guilt rose up in their chest. Their situation, this whole situation was already screwed up in more ways than one. They let their emotions take hold at the completely wrong time. Despite all the emotions swirling around inside their head, their face looked neutral and they relaxed their hands. They couldn’t afford another outburst. Not when the odds looked bad already.

Leader took a couple deep breaths. They did their best to shove their anger deep down far far away where they could no longer reach. It would be fine. It had to be fine. They would talk to Supervisor calmly, they couldn’t afford to screw up anymore. Their previous mistake already brought unwanted consequences, they felt horrible for it.

Speaking of consequences, the cuffs they were going to be forced to wear were not normal handcuffs. A chain did not connect on each side. Rather, they were a piece of tech that looked like a tight metal bracelet for each wrist. It slowly injected a serum that quickly blocked the powers of supers.

They looked over at Fighter and saw they stopped pulling away from the officer. They visibly tensed when their arm had been grabbed.  They heard an audible snap as a cuff closed onto each wrist. 

Teammate swayed a bit on their feet, chewing on their bottom lip. They did not want to but they also reluctantly let the officer do the same to them as they did to Fighter. They held back tears, they were all quite literally powerless in Supervisor’s office now. The cuffs were power suppressants. 

Leader had been the last to feel the cool metal touch their skin, they shivered as they no longer noticed their magic flowing through their body. They felt empty like that, as though they were missing a piece of them now. The rest of the team felt quite similar, the cuffs made the air in the room shift to encompass a sense of disheartenment.

“Precautionary my ass..” Fighter muttered under their breath, subconsciously picking at their wrists.

“Excuse me?” Supervisor snapped at them. “Do we have an issue? Or are you going to follow your captain’s footsteps and cause a disruption in my office?”

Fighter glanced at Leader who shook their head in response. They looked back at Supervisor with a scowl on their face while they reluctantly answered. “No. There will be no issues from me.”

“Good good,” Supervisor said calmly, which only seemed more infuriating to the group. “Now what was so urgent that you were willing to cause such a disturbance?” They folded their hands on their desk, eyes narrowing at Leader while they spoke.

Leader took another deep breath after Supervisor’s stare. They fidgeted with the soft fabric of their shirt, they knew bringing up Hero almost guaranteed another “disturbance” in their words. But they still found that the words came flowing out of their mouth anyways. They had no choice, they were given almost no information. “Why wasn’t Hero safely back at the van like the order on our watches said?”

“They were nowhere to be seen..” Teammate hesitantly added. They were looking at the ground, they couldn’t meet the higher-up’s eyes.

“Were they even ever at the van?” Fighter accused. Unlike Teammate, they were glaring full on at their boss.

“We lost their vitals on their watch. We assume Hero is dead. We have not found a body but their vitals showed nothing to suggest they are alive,” Supervisor answered simply. 

Leader choked on a sob. They looked up and saw Teammate blinking back tears and Fighter appeared as if they might strangle their supervisor. 

Leader had a whole new wave of questions, their answer only added to their growing pile of concerns. 

“Why would- why would you say they were safe? We could have gone back and helped them! We could have- they could have been standing here with us right now! And then we wouldn’t be having this conversation!” Leader sputtered, tears were starting to fill their eyes too. Their hold on their plan to stay calm started to quickly slip away.

“You and your team’s safety became more important at the time. Villain is a high ranking villain and can cause a lot of damage. Hero made a mistake and got too close too quickly. We had to evacuate everyone after we lost contact with them,” Supervisor explained. 

Teammate flinched when Fighter slammed their hands down on their wooden desk. “You are saying Hero’s safety became irrelevant as soon as you lost contact with them? That they are disposable as soon as they made a mistake?!”

“You twisted my words. Step away from my desk please,” Supervisor said.

Fighter didn’t step away, rather they leaned closer to their boss. Leader or Teammate didn’t try to stop them, they were voicing both of their concerns for them. “Have you bothered to search for our friend’s body? Have you talked to their family? Or have you already given up because you all are cowards who have lost all sight in the values of this institution? Hero might be dead so you have zero hope at all that they could be alive? That their-“

“Step away from my desk or the officer will escort all of you out of this room!” Supervisor shouted, interrupting Fighter. 

Leader put a hand on Fighter’s shoulder and gently guided them back so they could stand in front of the desk. “Supervisor, their watch could have just been destroyed. If no one is available to search for Hero, let us.” Leader wiped their eyes, they could only pray and have hope that their boss was wrong and Hero was alive.

Supervisor shook their head, standing up from their cushioned swivel chair. “Absolutely not. It is too dangerous and they are likely dead. You are under no circumstances allowed to search for Hero. There will be a service for them later this week.”

“No!” Leader sounded more desperate this time. “There could be a chance that they are alive, out there somewhere, maybe even in trouble! Please let us search! We are a hero team, we need them!” They could not give up so easily, Leader refused to let that happen. They were responsible for their whole team. They would do whatever it took to get their friend back.

“My word is final,” Supervisor stated. They walked over to the door and opened it. They whispered to the officer before addressing the team that scattered their office. “This officer will take you back to your room. Despite my request, you all still created a scene in my office. Your cuffs will stay on until tomorrow morning. Goodbye.”

They all started to protest but the officer ushered them out of the office. They begrudgingly let themselves be escorted back to their room. It could have gone worse but it also could have gone a million times better than it had. 

…

Leader sat down on their bed when they arrived at their shared room at last. Fighter and Teammate sat across from them. 

“That was such bullshit!” Fighter threw their hands in the air. “As if those fuckers even care.”

Teammate nodded in agreement. “Yeah.. I’m sorry I didn’t say much-“ They looked down at their hands. “That whole argument and situation was so screwed up.. all of it..”

Fighter rubbed their back. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” Leader said, sighing. “I don’t think it could have gone any better. They’ve been that stubborn as long as I’ve been here.” But it didn’t make it any less disappointing and frustrating.

Leader groaned as they thought more about the whole argument. “I still think Hero is alive somewhere. From what I could find on a handful of news articles, Villain is a stupidly proud person. They always leave the bodies of the poor victims they’ve killed before disappearing back to where their base is. I want to find Hero, I have to find them- I- if this is right, I think they are still alive- I need to find them..“

Teammate reached over and held Leader’s hand. Their captain stopped talking, they didn’t even realize they had gone into such a panicked tangent. They blinked a few times, their free hand felt their quilt on the bed, regaining stability. 

A tear ran down Leader’s face. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to ramble like that-“

Fighter interrupted them. “Hey, it’s alright. We are all upset. We will find them. If you think I want to listen to Supervisor, you are completely wrong.”

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