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I don't have much but I DO have an open wound #OPENWOUND

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Saving the monster is just as much of a power fantasy as slaying the monster.

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I hope all the whump blogs that have been inactive a while, the ones who are too busy or tired to share new stuff, the ones who feel guilting for not posting as much as they used to, the ones who are nervous about posting their own art/fic, the ones who are experiencing a creative block, the ones who are unsure if they should share their creativity, are all having a lovely day

💜💜💜

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Telepathic Whumpee accidentally projecting their nightmares into the others' heads or vice versa, Telepathic Caretaker being alerted to Whumpee's nightmares when they accidentally absorb them and feeling like they've invaded their privacy

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Villains and Vampires part 9

Warnings: restrained villain, Hero interrogating Villain, mentions of kidnapped cat and implied animal abuse

>Hero and Villain<

In the end, Hero cuffed Villain's wrists behind his back around one of the sturdy legs of one of his coffee tables that was bolted to the floor, ensuring he wouldn't be going anywhere when he woke up.

And Hero had a lot of questions for him. So. Many. Questions. All buzzing around in her headspace.

It was agony to wait the three hours it took first Villain to finally show signs of consciousness, slowly twitching awake as the heavy sedatives wore off.

"Welcome back," Hero spat dryly, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Have a nice nap?" She leaned casually on the wall nearby with her hands in her jacket pockets.

Villain groaned softly, grimacing, and weakly lifted his head from where it had been lolled forward on his chest, squinting at Hero. It didn't look like he was fully lucid yet, but Hero couldn't wait any longer.

"Why'd you do it?" She blurted without thinking. She meant the incident at the hospital, his disappearance -- she wanted an explanation for it all.

Villain just stared at her dumbly, blinking slowly as the sedated haze in his eyes cleared up, his awareness trickling back.

It took him a few solid minutes to get himself together enough to speak coherently after mumbling and muttering useless nonsense for awhile.

"...Hero?" Was the first word out of his mouth, spoken with such a... quiet surprise that Hero was slightly taken aback, not sure what to make of it.

"So you remember me," she stated matter-of-factly. "Then why did you attack me at the hospital?"

Villain's brow furrowed like he was racking his mind for a valid answer.

"...I had to," he slurred, his voice barely more than a dizzy mumble. "Had to... keep you away..."

"What are you talking about?" Hero huffed in annoyance. "Or--I have a different question for you. Where's Mocha?" She'd almost forgot to ask about his cat altogether, but the instant she remembered it became her first priority.

"Supervillain has him," Villain rasped, his eyes snapping to her and narrowing. The fog in his gaze was practically gone by now. "When he sent me on this mission, I didn't want to do it. Didn't want to steal from a hospital. That's where I drew the line. I told him to find one of his other cronies if he wanted the medications so badly. But Supervillain insisted it be me. Said I was the only one with the right skillset."

He let out a long, shuddering breath. "We got into a heated argument, and I wouldn't stand down, despite my bargain with him that would force me to obey his commands. I kept insisting he find a different way than sending me to the hospital to rob it. So... he took Mocha from me. As... incentive for me to go. Said he'd remained unharmed if I did this for him." Villain shrugged, cuffs rattling with the movement. "And now here I am."

Hero nodded stiffly. It seemed logical enough. "Now, back to my original question: Why'd you attack me?"

"I wasn't seeing straight. I didn't even recognize you at first. My mind was in another place far, far away from myself. It was the only way I could get myself to walk into that hospital to steal. I was running on autopilot... and you just happened to get in the way of accomplishing my goal, and keeping Mocha safe. And... I didn't want you to get involved. I wanted to scare you off so you'd stay away."

"Is that why you haven't contacted me at all these past months too, because you wanted me to stay out of your business?"

Villain nodded grimly. "Supervillain is a dangerous man. I wanted you to stay as far away from him as possible to stay out of his line of sight, and if that meant cutting contact with you entirely, I'd do it. I didn't want Supervillain to set his sights on you in any way."

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@nevermore-ramblings @mj-or-say10 @morning-star-whump

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When the sedative is taking a little too long to kick in for Whumper's liking so they get impatient and just knock Whumpee out by force instead. Double whammy, getting drugged and a head injury

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in other news, writing fanfiction still takes a lot longer than i expect it to.

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Sleepless Fights

Partly inspired by a combination of this snippet from @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 and this snippet from @saltydumplings

It's just sleepy fluffy softness

"My gods hero, you can barely keep your eyes open,"

"I'm fine," they grit out, despite their eyelids fighting to close, "just... fight me already...."

"If I started singing right now you'd probably drop. You really think you can help anyone- never mind fight me- like this?" The villain asked casually, completely unintimidated by the approaching hero.

Said hero abruptly stumbled, having not noticed the vine that had grown and snagged their ankle.

"Hey-!" The vine twirled, causing the hero's back to hit the ground.

Sluggishly, they pulled themselves up, but the delay in the movement was enough time for another vine to sprout and wrap around their wrists.

"Seriously? This is... this is cheap, even... even for you," the hero said, speech slurring slightly as they tugged on their wrists.

When they didn't receive a response, they looked up to where the villain had previously been standing to find it empty, "hey where-"

"You're so tired you couldn't even hear me behind you, hero," the criminal's voice sounded scolding, almost disappointed, yet caring.

Before the hero could reply, they felt something like a jacket being laid over their shoulders. They hadn't even noticed the chill of the night air until it was contrasted with the warmth still emanating from the fabric.

Gods, it was comforting, like a warm blanket that had just come out of the dryer, and they couldn't help the way they relaxed and sink into it. It radiated through their body, heat relaxing their tired muscles.

The hero hadn't even realized they'd closed their eyes until they snapped open at the feeling of two arms wrapping around them from behind.

"Hey-! Wa-"

"Shhhh,"

"N-no! I-"

"Do I need to test out my singing theory?" The villain cut them off in a soft voice, sounding slightly amused, "because you wouldn't stand a chance, you're-"

"I can't!" The hero cried, suddenly struggling with more vigour, "every time I sleep someone- someone else is in trouble and- and-"

"Hero," the criminal said firmly, arms tightening snugly, "so help me- I will cocoon you to the ground in vines if you don't stop struggling. You can't help anyone like this,"

"You- you don't know that!" The hero replied. What little energy they had left had been quickly drained, leaving their entire body feeling heavy.

"I do," the villain replied, "because usually, you could break free of vines this small with no problems,"

The hero wasn't exactly sure when, but at some point during their struggle, the villain had pulled them back flush against their chest. The warmth coming from them felt nearly impossible not to melt into. They were so tired.

"I- you can't make me sleep on the ground in the middle of nowhere-"

"Are you seriously that tired that you forgot where you are? We're in my garden, hero. Why do you think there are so many vines for me to control?"

"I- uh-"

"That was rhetorical, buttercup,"

"I can't just sleep in your garden-"

Suddenly the hero's world went dark when the villain's hands gently covered their eyes. The darkness made it that much harder to stay awake. They felt the alien sensation of teleporting, feeling the cold grass beneath them morph into soft sheets.

"Better?"

The vines also vanished, but the hero lacked enough energy to even sit up. Their entire body felt heavy.

"This is cruel," the hero whined quietly.

The criminal behind them chuckled quietly, moving their hands in order to lay the hero down beside them onto the pillow, then tugging the blanket up over them.

"I don't... I don't want... want to sleep..." the hero slurred, already halfway to unconscious; they reached haphazardly and clumsily toward the criminal next to them.

The villain signed, trying to sound annoyed, but the soft, fond smile on their lips told a different story, "you're a pain, hero," they complained, reaching up card their fingers through the hero's hair.

"That's... cheating," the hero whined again, but leaned into the others hand regardless.

The villain just chuckled, scratching the hero's scalp softly.

As it turns out, the criminal had been right earlier because the second they started singing softly, the hero didn't stand a chance. They were out like a light.

The villain sighed, continuing to card their fingers through the other's hair as they gazed down at them. This hero was going to be the death of them, they were sure.

Yet they wouldn't have it any other way.

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saying “be safe” like a spell that’ll protect them

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Do not be misled by my appearance. My teeth are sharp and my stomach is empty.

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I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.

There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.

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Once again, for the umpteenth time, whumpees with fevers:

Whumpees feeling a little shivery and worn out, not thinking anything of it

Whumpees growing more restless as their mind races relentlessly, trying to figure out why they can't get to sleep let along think straight

Whumpees feeling colder than ever all of a sudden, despite the burning just under their skin

Whumpees finally managing to sleep, but their rest is disturbed by rambling and terrifying dreams

Whumpees waking up much later than intended, with a parched throat and aching joints, so tired and shaky they can barely sit up on their own, let alone stand

Whumpees with sore, burning eyes, lymph nodes tender and swollen

Whumpees' vision swimming, growing dizzier and more lightheaded as the fever gets higher

Whumpees with chattering teeth, unable to stop shaking under a mound of blankets

Whumpee unable to eat but so, so desperately thirsty

Whumpees having to keep a light on through the night because the dark plays tricks on their feverish brain

Whumpees waking up not knowing where they are, feeling like the whole room is swaying around them, their bed shrinking and expanding, everything happening too much

Whumpees having to shakily change shirts because they're drenched in sweat (and leaving the old one on the floor by their bed because they're too weak to fold it)

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For the special interest ask game!

3. Does it make you happy or sad when other people have the same special interest as you?

10. Who is your favourite person to talk about your special interest with? (If they're on tumblr, tag them!)

For medicine

4. If someone wanted to get into your special interest for the first time, where would you recommend they start?

For history

Answer whichever you feel like to :3

thank you!

3. Does it make you happy or sad when other people have the same special interest as you?

Happy, generally.

10. Who is your favourite person to talk about your special interest with? (If they're on tumblr, tag them!)

I’ve got a few friends IRL, but on here: @snaillamp and @suffering-and-misery

4. If someone wanted to get into your special interest for the first time, where would you recommend they start?

It’s such a wide category, but it’s always good to start local! Look a history in your area, and visit local sites. It’s the kind of thing you pick up slowly.

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Villains and Vampires part 8

Warnings: corrupt superhero, forced mind control

But he couldn't let go. Wouldn't let go. This was his only valid chance to take control of the vampire. If he failed this... he wouldn't get another try, not now that Vesper was aware of what he was capable of.

"Get... Get out of my head," Vesper snarled, sweat sliding down his skin with the effort of resisting. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but GET OUT!"

Superhero was physically trembling with the strain of using his superpower, the toll it took on his energy.

"Just... let me in... and it won't hurt anymore," he croaked hoarsely, panting. He pushed harder, but was met with a solid barrier he couldn't find a way through, the shield around Vesper guarded and impenetrable in Superhero's injured state.

Panic started creeping into Superhero as Vesper stumbled and staggered backward toward the door to escape, to break the connection between them. To get far enough away that Superhero's mind-bending power couldn't access him.

I can't let him leave and bring backup, Superhero thought frantically.

Then -- a spark of an idea. A futile last effort.

He threw his powers out one more time -- but didn't slam them into the wall Vesper had built. Instead, he tried a new angle. He carefully tapped that wall blocking him out, caressed it, gentle instead of harsh and demanding like before. Unthreatening. Friendly.

He trailed light claws down it, a silent request.

Vesper stiffened, blinking rapidly, paralyzed like a deer in the headlights.

Superhero maintained direct eye contact the entire time as he spoke into Vesper's subconscious thoughts, willing a wave of forced calm over him, a sense of safety, coaxing his guard down.

Superhero is harmless.

Superhero is an ally.

Superhero is good.

Superhero is a friend.

The coiled tension in Vesper's muscles slowly loosened as the effect of Superhero's will took hold, worming its way deeper into his conscience and latching onto him.

"That's it... Relax." Superhero purred the command, and the last shred of Vesper's resistance withered away into nothing, until Superhero owned his mind completely.

It was a massive relief. Superhero had barely, barely pulled it off.

But then he heard footsteps, and the door came swinging open again, a worried male face poking in. The stranger had the same quicksilver eyes that Vesper had, giving him away as another bloodsucker.

“I heard shouting. Is everything all right, sir?” the man asked gruffly, eyes flicking from Superhero to Vesper, who stood rigid as a tree in the corner.

Everything is fine, Superhero whispered in his mind.

“Everything is fine,” Vesper echoed aloud, robotically.

The man at the door frowned, but shrugged and vanished a moment later.

Superhero waited until he couldn't hear footsteps anymore before beckoning Vesper closer with a hand -- the vampire immediately complying, jerking forward as if attached to invisible strings.

"You said you had enemies you wanted me to defeat for you," Superhero coughed weakly. "Tell me about them. Tell me everything you know."

He wasn't asking because he was actually considering helping Vesper... no, he would never waste his valuable time like that...

Rather, Superhero wanted to know exactly how powerful Vesper's enemies were. And if it was worth it to him to go out of his way to steal their minds too and turn them into an army against Hero and Villain.

Superhero smiled like a wolf as Vesper began informing him of the vampire hunters, and everything they were…

By the end of Vesper’s story it looked like it would indeed be worth his time to pay them a visit once he was healed, and force an alliance to turn them into mindless soldiers he could pit against Villain and Hero.

The ensuing battle would be glorious. And Superhero couldn't wait to see the horror on his enemies’ faces as a horde of vampires and vampire hunters descended to rip them to shreds.

Justice paid in blood and death.

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Villains and Vampires part 7

Warnings: corrupt superhero, forced mind control

>Superhero<

Three days. That's how long it took for the swelling to go down enough for Superhero to see again. Vesper had taken care of him during that time, treating his severe burns daily with special healing salves that sped along the recovery process.

And Superhero had let him, biding his time until he was recovered enough to make his move.

Because in reality... Superhero had no interest whatsoever in a mutual alliance. He wanted his own desires met, and nothing more. He had no intention of making some stupid deal with his rescuer. It would be a waste of time, especially when he had far better things to do.

Like hunting Hero and Villain down, his mind growled viciously. They would not get away with humiliating him and nearly ending his life. That was unforgivable.

But specifically, he wanted Villain to pay. It was his fault all of this happened, after all. If he hadn't rescued Hero, Superhero would still have his favorite puppet under his command. He'd still be the leader at Agency.

He cursed himself for not seeing Villain for who he was before it was too late. Villain had literally walked right into Agency, and Superhero had given him a job! He'd fallen for the lie that Villain was just another dreamer who wanted to be a hero. Villain had played his cards well, far too well.

Superhero suddenly flinched, his alertness snapping back as the door to the room he was in opened, and Vesper came striding in, holding a plate of food. It was the first time Superhero's sight was restored enough to get a good look at him.

The man was tall and lean, his skin deathly pale. But his eyes -- his eyes were sharp, calculating, a piercing silver color Superhero had never seen before.

Vesper smiled coldly at him, and Superhero's blood froze in his veins when he spotted fangs.

Vampire. The word came to him like a flare in the darkness. Vesper is a vampire.

"Well, looks like someone's feeling better today," Vesper chuckled darkly, coming closer. He walked unnerving silently, as if he were a ghost that could just glide over the floors whenever he pleased.

Superhero’s chest tightened with nervous unease as Vesper sat in a chair right next to the table he was laying on.

He'd only have one chance to pull this off. He's been conserving his strength for this exact moment. For a single blow that would change it all, that would give him a massive advantage.

Even though Vesper knew who Superhero was...

...He clearly didn't know what he could do.

Superhero locked eyes with Vesper as the vampire leaned over him to help him sit up and eat. His pupils widened and then narrowed to slits with sharp intensity and focus.

"Obey," Superhero rasped with quiet authority. He delved into the vampire's mind, in the very essence of his being, carving a space for his superpower to reside in.

But Vesper's mind immediately rebelled and retaliated, detecting the foreign presence and identifying it as an immediate threat, scrambling to arm itself and push the danger out. Push Superhero out.

If Superhero was at full-strength, it wouldn't have worried him. He would have easily been able to deal with it. But right now... in his weakened state of health... if his control slipped... Vesper might realize what he could do and kill him before he could claim the vampire's mind. And then Superhero would have no way to get back at Villain.

Vesper let out a sharp hiss and jerked back as if stung, springing to his feet and staring at Superhero in blatant shock, bristling from head-to-toe with confusion and surprise.

Superhero was desperate to keep it from turning into realization.

Because realization would mean a death sentence for him.

"Calm," Superhero gritted out, sweating with the strain of maintaining his slippery grip on Vesper, whose mind was now like a raging thunderstorm, or a violent ocean, thrashing and writhing to escape his deadly claws.

But Vesper was not calm. His conscience was brutally aware of the intrusion, the mental claws poking prodding his defenses searching for a weakness to attack and exploit.

"What... What are you... How..." Vesper couldn't get the words out, couldn't look away from Superhero's piercing eyes that bore into him, that gaze razor-sharp and lethal.

Vesper's eyes narrowed in defiance, and Superhero shuddered in pain as a thick mental wall slammed down over the claws he'd been reaching out toward him, trying to shove them out.

But he couldn't let go. Wouldn't let go. This was his only valid chance to take control of the vampire. If he failed this... he wouldn't get another try, not now that Vesper was aware of what he was capable of.

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@cravesunconditionallove @whumpwritinglover222 @f1sh-bone @everynameistakencarrots @snaillamp

@nevermore-ramblings @mj-or-say10 @morning-star-whump

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This post got me thinking about Whumper's who don't want to see Whumpee sad/angry/hurting.

There are different ways you can go about this, including:

Whumper is reluctant and is being forced to do this.

2. Whumper is using Whumpee for their own gain and doesn't regret it but does wish they didn't have to hurt Whumpee to do it.

3. Whumpee who serves a purpose, thus Whumper doesn't want them to be in emotional or physical pain (that's bad for productivity) and hurting them is a last resort.

4. Whumper wants to see Whumpee happy. Happy because of Whumper, happy with Whumper. Whumper loves to see Whumpee happy- so long as Whumper is the one causing that emotion. If not...well...

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"You shouldn't have done that."

"If I hadn't, they would have hurt you."

"Then let them hurt me! My wellbeing isn't any more valuable than yours. We're supposed to be in this together."

"I can take it."

"You think I can't?"

"No. I'm sure of it."