#electrocution whump

[bltzgore]

Dude dude dude dude, D U D E

Tw: Electrocution

So when I'm whumpester diving occasionally I veer off heavily into electrocution whump.

- whumper shocking their heart in and out of rhythm on purpose

- when whumpee finally starts screaming (or stops)

- the jagged motions of muscle that no longer respond properly as whumpee lays on the ground clinging to consciousness

I particularly love this trope when it's paired with a defiant whumpee.

- swearing and immediately flinching

- whimpering when they see the implement and immediately cursing at themselves. Because even though their pride hasn't picked up on how terrified they should be their body sure has.

- getting up each time until they physically can't

- the point at which they no longer respond

- or better still, they can't. There's not enough time between shocks for them to get a word in

- the burn marks after

- wrote some

[bamber344]

Identity Crisis

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prepare yourself, cuz it's the penultimate chapter of the Heroes' Union arc!!! how much longer can the status quo keep up? (hint: not very)

I shall say no more. enjoy! >:)

CWs: electrocution, minor stabbing, general Andreas nonsense, sexual references

Identity Crisis

Father turned the mask Vivienne gave me over in his hands, examining it. I stood in front of his desk, resisting the urge to rock back and forth nervously, clad in Vivienne’s borrowed clothes. My lie that I’d been knocked out for the entire afternoon had worked, but not before Father forced me into an extensive medical examination to document the state of my injuries for himself. It was just as I suspected and hoped: No patrol duty for at least another month. I expected him to be more angry about that, given that I’d only just finished recovering from my last major injury, but he’d seen the footage from my helmet up until the point that it broke during my rampage; there was no tangible way what had happened was my fault.

Honestly, it seemed like Father just didn’t really care about the patrols anymore. It wasn’t just that he hadn’t gotten angry; he’d barely reacted at all. He just sighed and said, “Good work with the monster. I’m glad you made it out.”

Was it genuine care for me, or something else? I couldn’t tell. As always, the inner workings of Father’s mind were an enigma. I would just have to settle for what I could see on the surface; a perfectly blank poker face. Typical.

Father grunted, putting the mask back down on his desk. “I suppose you don’t really have any other option right now, given your armour is a pile of scrap metal. I’ll allow it. Take it to R&D to get the camera and microphone fitted, and then you can be on your way. Try to take it easy until you’ve healed; you’ve taken too much time off already.”

Father seemed almost bored as he said it. I knew it; he didn’t give a crap about the patrols. Then… what the hell was the point of… of everything? 

I didn’t voice that thought, instead just grabbing the mask off of his desk and making for the exit. “Thank you.”

“Actually… hold on a second.”

I froze, my hand on the door handle. I could already tell this would be trouble. “Yes, Father?”

“What can you tell me about the fire power you exhibited during the monster attack?”

I frowned, turning back around. “What fire power?”

Father spun his computer monitor around, displaying a video that I recognised as from my helmet camera. In it, I was powering through the body of the monster, shadows and flame emanating from my hands as I ripped things apart. But… I had no memory of that. It must’ve been from when I went berserk, as Vivienne called it.

A sliver of pain shot through my head, and with it, a memory. I remembered a woman grabbing my arms with fire in her hands and rage in her eyes. But before I could properly capture it, the memory flitted away, and I was left clutching my head with nothing to show for it.

“Well?” Father insisted.

“I- I’m sorry, I don’t remember any of that. Everything after I got knocked out is just… blank.”

Could that really have been me in the video? I supposed it must’ve been. But… fire was so different from any power I’d ever exhibited before. I anxiously ran my tongue over my newly-sharpened canines. What the hell was going on with my body?? 

“Do you think you can replicate it?”

“I can try,” I answered, completely unsure if that was true.

He nodded. “Good.”

I pulled my sleeves up so that I wouldn’t accidentally incinerate Vivienne’s clothes, and focused. Shadows around the room all danced, wisping up out of the walls and floors and becoming physical, but that wasn’t what I wanted, so I furrowed my brow and pushed further. Fire was hot, right? I tried to imagine some sort of burning heat inside of me, and forced it to the surface. The shadows whipped around, but no fire appeared.

I dropped my hand, sighing and panting from the exertion. “Sorry, Father. I… I can’t.”

He raised an eyebrow. “This warrants further testing. Meet me in training room one.”

Oh boy. This was gonna suck, wasn’t it?

—

“Ah! Father, please! Stop!”

“Get angry, Jordyn! You want me to stop, you make me! Aren’t you furious that I’m doing this to you?”

No, I wasn’t. I was just scared and hurting and somehow surprised because for some reason it was still always a shock when Father hurt me. Why couldn’t he just be like the normal dads that I saw in movies? Hugging me and patting me on the back and telling me he was proud? Instead, it was electrocution and thumbtacks all over the floor and I was crying and he still wouldn’t stop.

I tried to curl up to lower my surface area on the floor, but another white-hot zap from the back of my neck made my entire body jerk, and I landed on another field of sharp spikes. I screamed, feeling each and every one pierce my skin and sink in deep from my body weight, the pain exacerbated by my broken ribs. I wanted to go home. I wanted Vivienne. Why did I ever come back here?

“PLEASE!” I sobbed. “I CAN’T DO IT!”

From what I could gather, he was trying to make me angry, because, for whatever reason, he thought that was the trigger to unleashing my fire powers. Why did he even care about them? It was so obvious he didn’t care about my patrols, and even if he did, I was doing just fine with only my shadows! This was so pointless.

I heard Father sigh somewhere behind me, and took that to mean that this torment was finally over. I was too scared to open my eyes and see the devastation of thumbtacks stuck in my body; feeling all several-dozen of them with every minute movement was hellish enough. Vivienne’s clothes had probably been ruined. The thought just made the tears squeeze out harder. Would she be mad?

“I don’t know what I was expecting, honestly,” Father muttered, something that would’ve sounded like remorse in his tone, if I believed he was capable of that. “You’ve never been the type to get angry.”

I forced myself to my feet, knowing that the punishment for continuing to wallow would be worse than the pain of standing. Shadows amassed under all the thumbtacks in my skin and I whimpered as they were all pushed out, clattering to the floor and leaving bloody trails on the white tiles.

“Go home and rest, Jordyn. We’ll retry this once you’ve healed a bit. Maybe take a…” He glanced up and down my shaking form. “A different approach. In the meantime-” He pulled another one of those odd little boxes out of his pocket. “-plant this at the Godling’s prison. This is the last one.”

I nodded, sniffling back the last of my tears, and limped over on bloody feet. The last one. That sounded like a promise, but of what, I didn’t know.

But, that was par for the course, wasn’t it?

Father handed it over and, quite unexpectedly, put his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed. My whole body flooded with warmth, just the way it always did when he gave me a rare soft touch, but I still froze in fear.

“I know I’m hard on you, Jordyn, but it’s only because I want to see you reach your full potential. You’ve done good with this job. We’ll be moving onto the next phase once you heal. I’ll be sure to keep you updated.”

I looked up, meeting his eyes. Father smiled, and the ice keeping me in place cracked. I leaned forward, hugging him around his middle, breathing in that old scent I barely remembered from my early rehabilitation days.  

“Thanks, dad.”

He didn’t hug me back, instead just patting me lightly on the shoulder. That was okay. It was enough. Enough to tell that, despite everything, despite the horrible way he treated me most of the time, he really did still care about me. Maybe I didn’t want to keep living under his shadow, but… I didn’t want to lose him completely, either. 

No matter what the truth about me was, he would always be my father.

—

Andreas watched as his weapon limped out of the front door of the precinct, face hidden by that mask the other hero had given her, bloody clothes hidden in a duffel bag and replaced by facility standards. Today, she would be planting the last bomb at the door of the Godling’s prison. Andreas would be able to make his move at his leisure. He’d waited his whole life for his wish; another month to ensure Jordyn was in fighting form in case something went wrong wasn’t an issue.

The more he considered it, the more it seemed like a waste to dispose of her once her purpose had been fulfilled. Strong, loyal soldiers like her were hard to come by, especially now after that anomaly with the fire. Yes, he was currently losing sway over her to the friendship of the Union heroes, but that would hardly matter once all was said and done. Jordyn would remain at his side once he stood above all, because she would have no other option. Perhaps, if the final phase of the plan went well, he would even show mercy to her friends. They would make for good bargaining chips to keep her in line, and companionship was good for morale. It wasn’t like he was planning to go scorched earth, after all. Things would just be a little… different.

—

I gasped awake, clutching my chest as if that would stop my heart from bursting out of me in a violent spray of blood and bone. That was the fifth dream in a row – every single sleep since I’d come home from reporting to Father – where I’d been face to face with the woman who looked exactly like me, the one with the fire. Every time I woke from one, I retained just a little bit more. I remembered part of our conversation this time, but I still didn’t know who she was. 

Was she me? Well, not me me, but… the old me? The one from before the accident? Father said I’d been injured by a monster, and the woman said that she’d been killed by one. Maybe she was the person I used to be, somehow separated from me and trapped in that place. Maybe… I, or… we really did die in that accident. Her soul was taken from our body by the Godling, and I came in from… somewhere to take her place once her body had been revived. Or maybe that was thinking too deeply about it. After all, for all I knew that dream was just a weird side-effect of being almost-killed. It could mean nothing.

Still, I didn’t want to throw away the idea that I’d been given a huge clue about who I used to be. My past was important. I wanted to know the woman I was.

But, that was a question for when I was more awake and had some food in my belly. Besides, there were… other things on my mind recently. It was hard to focus on existential questions of the self when my entire being was filled with yearning for a beautiful girl. My past would always be there, but Vivienne only visited on certain days; days like today.

I got out of bed and tucked in the teddy bear Brianna had given me to cuddle at night, before putting on my mask and strolling out of my dorm, humming to myself. I’d spoken to Vivienne once since the night we fell asleep in each other’s arms; the night where I almost kissed her. I handed over the borrowed clothes with a profuse apology for the bloodstains after returning to the Union. Instead of getting mad at me for ruining them, she just asked how it happened. When I told her, her face scrunched up and she gently hugged me, and said, “don’t go back to him again.” It was hard to say no.

She was gonna be here later, and this time, I didn’t want to miss my chance to kiss her. But, what did I really know about kissing? I didn’t want to mess anything up. What I needed was advice from an expert. So, my next stop after breakfast was Brianna’s dorm.

I quickly scarfed down a bowl of Fruit Loops (which were delicious, by the way. I didn’t know how I ever survived without them at the facility), showered, and made my way over to Brianna’s.

It took about a minute for her to come to the door after I knocked. She looked bleary, like she’d just woken up.

“Yes?”

“Hey, Brea.”

She frowned. “Jordyn? What time is it?”

“Uhh, a little past 9am?”

She blinked. “Huh. Must’ve slept through my alarm. What’s up? You wanna come in?”

“Sure.”

She moved out of the way and I immediately beelined for her bed, flopping down on it. My nerves had been steadily rising since I woke up, and they weren’t gonna stop any time soon. I needed a distraction, or just someone to talk to.

Brianna joined me on the bed. “So, what’s got you coming to me first thing in the morning?”

“I wanna kiss Vivienne,” I blurted, forcing it out before I could change my mind.

Brianna hummed. “Good choice, she’s good at it. Are we talking casually or romantically?”

I didn’t really know how to put it into words, but what I felt for Vivienne was different from what I felt for Brianna. With her, it was a calm, pleasant safety. I knew I could always count on her to be my friend and hang out with me. But with Vivienne, it was like my whole body was on fire when I was near her. It wasn’t just physical attraction or the familiarity of friendship; it had become something new. Or, maybe it was always like this, and I only just noticed it recently. Either way, I knew I didn’t just want sex from her. I wanted what I saw in those movies and shows Steve had shown me.

“R-romance,” I answered.

Brianna sucked in a breath, thinking for a moment. “Well, I’m really not the expert on that stuff. But, I guess just talk to her? Like I mentioned, she’s a romantic. If you tell her honestly how you feel, she’ll eat that shit up. Top it off with a kiss and you’ll be golden.”

“But what if… she doesn’t feel the same? I don’t want to kiss her if she doesn’t want it back.”

“Y’know, I don’t think you really need to worry about that. She talks about you a lot. Besides, I know for a fact she’s a sucker for the surprise kiss. Even if she says no, the worst that could come of it would be you two still just being friends. It’s not like she’d run away from you for simple romantic desire. Seriously, you’ve got nothing to worry about, Jean Shorts.”

“You really think so?”

“Yup. Just don’t get so caught up with each other that you forget about little old me.”

I laughed, rolling over and wrapping Brianna in a hug. “I could never forget about you.”

Brianna chuckled, returning the embrace. “I’m definitely gonna miss the sex, though.” She sighed wistfully, though I could tell it was mostly for show.

I poked my head up, looking at her. “Why wouldn’t we be able to have sex anymore?”

“It is generally considered rude to have sex with other people when you’re in a relationship.”

I frowned. “Well… Vivienne already has sex with you. I have sex with you. If Vivienne and I are together, couldn’t we still both have sex with you?”

“Huh,” Brianna said. “Good point. You’d probably have to talk with her about it, but she has always been pretty loose about monogamy, from what I remember from her earlier relationships. She once dated a person who had three other partners.”

“Wow,” I replied. “That must’ve been complicated.”

Brianna barked a laugh. “Yeah! I still remember the stories she would tell me. Her partner was dating all of them, but they weren’t all dating each other, and boy was there some drama between the members who didn’t like each other.”

I laughed along, and Brianna continued telling me stories about Vivienne’s varied love life. Apparently, she and Brianna had joined the Union together at 16, meeting and befriending the at-the-time 18 year old Madeline and Rosalyn. From the sounds of it, the two of them had been friends since highschool. It made me a little envious, to be honest. I wished I could’ve experienced a childhood like that, or at least remembered the one that I had. Did I make friends in highschool too? Was I a good, diligent student like Vivienne and Brianna, or did I slack off and fool around like the people in her stories? Either way, I just wished I knew.

“I hope I remember someday,” I said after a period of comfortable silence.

“Remember what?” Brianna asked, as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Everything. I wish I had stories I could tell you, too. From… from when I was young.”

Brianna went quiet. She didn’t say anything for the longest time, and when I sat up to get a look, her face was twisted with sadness. She reached out and took my hand.

“Y-yeah,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “That… that would be nice.”

Why did it always feel like I was the only one in the dark?

—

Vivienne teleported into Madeline’s living room and was immediately accosted by the raging sound of distorted guitar tones and Maddie’s heart-and-soul singing.

“I GOT YOUR PICTURE, I’M COMING WITH YA, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN!”

She grinned at the sight of her friend strumming away at her guitar, belting her heart out. Viv hadn’t seen Maddie this energetic and bright since… Well, she didn’t know exactly, but it had been years.

Maddie noticed Viv’s presence, and her face lit up. She finished up the last bit of the song, letting her final chord trail off into the white noise of the amp, before moving over to turn it off.

“Viv, hey! Didn’t know you were coming around today.”

She put her guitar down on the couch and approached, wrapping Vivienne in a hug that she gratefully returned.

“Yeah, I just wanted to come and see how you were,” Viv said. “Speaking of which, you look good! What’s got you so cheery?”

Maddie shrugged, walking over to the kitchen and getting herself a glass of water. “I don’t know, I’ve just been feeling good lately. I’ve got more energy, I’m motivated to do stuff, I’m drinking less. I dunno what it was. It’s not like I’ve stopped thinking about Rosie as much. It just… feels like I’m finally getting out of this slump, y’know? Lord knows it’s been a long time coming.”

Viv laughed, filled with elation at finally seeing a spark of the person she befriended all those years ago. “Well, whatever it is, I hope it stays that way.”

Maddie smiled, humming to herself. After a moment, she spoke again. “Do you play any instruments? I’m thinking about starting a band. Not like anything serious, probably just covers and stuff. For fun, y’know?”

Vivienne shook her head. “No, I’ve never gotten the hang of any. I think Brea plays piano, though.”

Maddie tilted her head. “Eh, maybe I could work that in. I’m thinking more along the lines of classic pop-punk stuff, though. Do you think Jordyn plays anything? Oh- wait, no, right. Somehow I forgot for a moment that she’s only been alive for a year and a half.”

Vivienne’s stomach flipped at the mention of Jordyn’s name. In truth, Viv’s coming here hadn’t been entirely for Maddie’s sake. She needed some advice.

“Uh, could I… ask you something?” 

Maddie raised an eyebrow, coming back around into the living room and taking a seat on the couch, moving her guitar out of the way. “Sure, what’s up?”

Vivienne sat down next to her, nervously rubbing her legs. “Okay, so… basically, I, uh… I think I might have a thing for Jordyn and I don’t know how it happened or what I should do about it.” She blurted it all out in one quick breath, partially hoping it was too fast for Maddie to parse.

Maddie grinned, so clearly Vivienne was out of luck. “I’m gonna be honest, Viv, but that is the least shocking thing I think I’ve ever heard.”

Vivienne blinked. “What?! No, this is, like, at least the fifth most shocking thing, surely! It just came out of nowhere and now I don’t know what to do!”

“Did it really come out of nowhere? Or have you actually been thirsting after her for a while and only just realised it?”

“I-” Vivienne cut herself off, because Maddie actually made a good point there. From pretty much the first day they met, Vivienne had been drawn to Jordyn. It was mostly because of her greek-statue muscles at first, but she couldn’t lie and pretend that the rest of the feelings had only appeared recently. “But… I don’t…”

“You’re drawn to neediness, Viv,” Maddie explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why do you think you’ve stuck by me all this time?”

Viv frowned. “B-because it was the right thing to do, and you’re my friend?”

Maddie wagged a finger. “Because you can’t help but help people. It’s your favourite thing in the world. So when Jordyn came waddling along like the ugly duckling, alone and abused and out of her depth, you took her under your wing with no hesitation. It’s not shocking that more… romantic feelings might have bloomed from that. Especially after seeing the way she performed at the attack last week. The only thing you’re drawn to more than neediness is selflessness. It’s why you’ve always been my friend but never had a thing for me; cuz I’m a selfish bitch.”

Vivienne couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden tone shift. “Oh come on, you’re not that bad.”

“Hey, I don’t remember ever helping your drunk ass out of a puddle of vomit and getting you into bed before cleaning it all up, but I can’t count the amount of times you’ve done stuff like that for me. Compared to you, I suck.”

“Well, that’s just because I’ve never drank myself into a stupor, snowball.”

Maddie shrugged. “Eh. My point stands. You like that Jordyn threw herself into danger to save those people on the top floor. You like that she was capable enough to kill the monster while everyone else was at a safe distance. But you also like that she desperately needs companionship, because you love being the one to provide it to her. Like I said; least shocking thing in the world.”

Viv sighed, conceding the point. “Well, what am I supposed to do about it? It’s not like a relationship could work between us right now. She barely knows anything about… well, anything! It would feel… predatory. And, I don’t want her to fall into one with me just because she thinks she owes me for helping her, either.”

“You think being in a relationship would be predatory, but you think it’s fine that she’s been fucking around with Brianna since she joined the Union?”

“Well, that- that’s different.”

Maddie laughed. “How is it different?! Just because there’s no strings attached? The way I see it, regardless of Jordyn’s chronological age, physically and mentally, she is a grown adult. I have seen her exhibit the intellect of a grown adult. She’s just naive about stuff because she’s never had a chance to learn it. But, how’s she gonna learn if no one teaches her?”

“I… I see your point,” Vivienne acknowledged. “It’s still just… I’m nervous about it. I don’t want to accidentally hurt her. Her situation’s… sensitive, y’know?”

“You’re not a predator, Vivienne,” Maddie said. “You just have a crush. And besides, if it ever got to a point where it was dangerous for one of you, all of your friends would tell you. Do you really think Brianna wouldn’t be the first person to get up your ass if you started being a creep?”

Vivienne laughed sullenly, looking down at the floor. “Yeah, true. It’s just…” She rubbed her face. “Ugh. I don’t know.”

Maddie put an arm around her shoulders and Viv leaned into it. “All I can say is, If you like her; if you wanna be with her, then don’t waste your chance. No one’s promised tomorrow.”

Something about that struck a chord in Vivienne. Maddie was right. And, well… She’d know, wouldn’t she? If she and Rosie hadn’t gotten married when they were eighteen, they might’ve waited too long. And instead of three married years of bliss before Rosie’s death, they might have gotten nothing. No one was promised tomorrow. Vivienne wasn’t going to waste her chance.

She stood up. “You’re absolutely right.”

“I usually am,” Maddie replied.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna ask her out. Tonight.”

Maddie clicked her tongue. “Go get ‘er, tiger.”

—

I stared at myself in the mirror, studying every detail of my reflection. The way my eyebrows weren’t neat and even like the girls’ in the movies, instead they were thick and surrounded by stray hairs. My nose; flat and wide. The scar stretching across my cheek, jagged and gnarled with raised tissue. My lips; thick and scarred from dozens of splits. My hair came down to my eyebrows once again, like how it was before Father first made me cut it. My jawline was soft.

I wasn’t pretty like people in movies or posters. But… this was my face. It was easy to forget that when most of the time my reflection was just a featureless black helmet. I liked my face. I wondered if the girl who was me before liked it, too. I hoped so, because, while it wasn’t anything special, it was still ours.

Why did I have to hide it from everyone?

Why was Father so adamant that no one saw my face? Was this combination of features so horrific that anyone who saw it would immediately be sent into cardiac arrest? No, because that was stupid, and if that was the case, I’d have killed everyone at the facility, myself and Father included. There was… really no good reason I could think of.

And I was sick of letting him dictate everything I was allowed to do.

I had no idea what the punishment would be, but if I never went back to the facility, he could never enact it, right? All my stuff was here at the Union. If he wanted to see me, he’d have to come here. And my friends would be here to protect me from any unjust punishment.

Maybe… maybe they’d agree with him that I deserve it for showing my face. But, if that was the case, I would accept it. I knew I had to be punished when I did bad things; it was just that Father’s rules on what was ‘bad’ didn’t seem to be all that accurate to the real world. If the Union decreed that I deserved a day in the penalisation room, then so be it. I still wanted people to see my face.

I wanted Vivienne to see my face.

But… that thought was still scary, so I put my mask back on for now. I could work my way up to it.

—

Vivienne arrived at the usual time, bearing all sorts of snacks and drinks that Father had warned would destroy my figure, but that wasn’t going to stop me from enjoying myself. She, Brianna, and I spent the evening gorging ourselves, chatting, and watching movies. Well, it was mostly Vivienne and Brianna chatting; I didn’t really have a lot to talk about, and I was worried that if I opened my mouth too soon, everything was going to come spilling out.

Throughout it all, Vivienne seemed kind of… nervous? She kept glancing at me before quickly looking away, a slight redness on her cheeks and shakiness in her voice. I couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking.

When the night was starting to stretch on into the later hours, Vivienne got up and went to the bathroom, leaving me and Brianna alone. She leaned over to me.

“So, are you gonna do it?” she asked.

“I’m… I’m working up to it. It’s scary.”

She put her arm around my shoulders. “You got this, Jean Shorts. Just be yourself. Tell you what; when she gets back, I’m gonna head off and go to bed, and leave you two lovebirds alone to figure your shit out. Sound good?”

I swallowed, nodding. Alone with Vivienne. “Y-yeah. I think so.”

“Good. And you better tell me all about it in the morning, okay?”

I smiled. “Sure.”

Vivienne came back in, and Brianna made a big show of stretching and yawning. “Aw man, I don’t think I can stay up tonight. You two have fun, I’m gonna go to bed.”

I struggled to hold back a laugh at the display. Vivienne frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yep, yep. I can barely keep my eyes open. Don’t wanna fall asleep out here, y’know?”

“Okay,” Vivienne said with a pout. “We’ll miss you!”

Brianna laughed as she walked to the door. “You’d better!”

And just like that, Vivienne and I were alone together. Neither of us said anything for a long moment; awkward silence stretching on until I finally hyped myself up enough to speak.

Just do it just do it just do it just do it JUST DO IT JUST-

“Vivi, I-”

“Jordyn, I-”

We both paused, staring at each other, before bursting into laughter.

“You- you go first,” Vivienne said quickly, her lips curling up into a small smile.

Okay. Here goes nothing. Brianna said a surprise kiss was the best way, right?

“I, um… I have a surprise for you,” I said, trying to keep my voice from trailing off with nerves.

“Oh?”

“Y-yeah. Could you… close your eyes?”

Vivienne raised an eyebrow curiously, but complied. “Okay.” She smiled wider, laughing. “This is exciting.”

Now that she couldn’t see, I felt safe to take off my mask and put it on the floor. Father would be asleep by now, so I didn’t need to worry about any retaliation until tomorrow.  It was time.

I put my hand on Vivienne’s cheek, and her breath hitched. Her skin was soft. I leaned in.

The moment our lips touched, it was like fireworks went off in my chest. Vivienne gasped, but she didn’t move away. Instead, it was almost like she’d been expecting it. She leaned into me in turn and reciprocated the kiss, placing a hand on the crook between my neck and my shoulder and gently stroking with her thumb as her mouth moved against mine.

My entire body deflated, melting against her more with every brush of lips or hint of tongue. Her other hand trailed up my thigh to rest on my hip. I sighed into her mouth, savouring the humid scent of her breath and the taste of sugary drink still lingering from earlier. My other hand came up to properly cradle her face, holding on like I might float away from her if I let go. It was better than I could’ve ever imagined.

After what seemed like both forever and not long enough at all, Vivienne pulled back. Her eyes were still closed, but her mouth was stretched into the biggest, most elated grin I’d ever seen.

“Jordyn, that was…” she sighed happily, opening her eyes. Finally, she would get to see what I looked like. My heart pounded in my chest.

She froze, her eyes going wide. The grin disappeared, replaced with an open-mouthed expression of pure horror. The warmth that had previously been thrumming through my body from the kiss turned to ice in my veins. I didn’t know why or how, but I’d fucked up. Something was terribly, horribly wrong.

Vivienne’s mouth moved, forming three syllables that rocked through me, shaking my system down to the core.

“Rosalyn?”

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me when i cliffhanger

not much to say here, other than prepare yourself for the chapter that inspired this whole fucking story pretty much. The final chapter of the Heroes' Union arc: THE TRUTH. in cinemas within a week or two lol

let me know what you thought, and I'll see y'all next time! buhbye!

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Thoughts on ptsd symptoms for a whumpee who was often electrocuted (via VERY strong taser)?

ooh okay!! i had to do a little research but an electric shock can cause a lot of long-term damage: physical, neurological, and psychological. to focus on the PTSD element, here's what i found from some case studies.

-Irritability, frustration, anger, and physically aggressive behaviour have been described after electrical injury in persons without preinjury mood or personality disorders.

-they might experience all the common symptoms of PTSD including mood changes, flashbacks, nightmares and insomnia, behavioral changes, etc.

-i couldn't find anything about what potential flashback triggers might be, but i can imagine it might include things like being cornered, situations in which another party might have a weapon, lingering physical pains like neuropathy, loud sounds, burns, and any other things that might remind the person of the specific circumstances of their injury.

thanks for asking me things and i hope this was helpful in some way!

[otter-chaos-violence]

mining but whump (especially pre-industrail safety guidelines)

black lung, silicosis, falling off the ladders, carbon monoxide poisoning, mayve whumpee's the bird they bring down, cave ins, electrocution, axphyxsiation, trapped under rubble, boss is working Whumpee until they die, dynamite accidents, amputation.

so many flavors

[3-2-whump]

Wow Birthday Event Day Four:

Electrocution

I’ve never drawn this specific torture circumstance before, so if the poses are off or the expression is bad, go lightly, I am still learning 🙇🏻‍♀️

[medicwhumpee]

whumpay day 2: "paralytic drug"

@whumpay

katya couldn't move. her eyes flitted across the ceiling, waiting for something- anything- to happen. the last thing she remembered... pain. and now, she could barely feel her limbs, let alone any painful sensations.

"hello, miss malinov."

she couldn't see who was speaking, since they didn't come into her field of view. and then, she couldn't see at all, as dark, thick glasses were placed over her eyes and fitted around her head with a strap.

"this virtual reality headset will track your eye movements. if you make the right choices, i will grant you certain privileges. if you choose wrong, you will be punished accordingly."

a terrible vision came to life in front of her eyes. xiaoyan was tied to a chair, her head lolled forwards with two black eyes, bruises and wounds littering her body. a gun was pointed towards her... held by hands that resembled katya's own.

"you need to kill her, my dear. put her out of her misery. if you blink twice in succession, you will end her life."

no, no. she couldn't. katya's thoughts were sluggish, and she didn't know what was real. but she knew she couldn't kill her friend.

"they've abandoned you, you know. they're not looking for you. go ahead. kill her. she left you for dead."

that couldn't be true, katya refused to believe that.

"you have five seconds to make your decision."

katya already knew her decision. she refused to kill xiaoyan, or anyone who didn't deserve it.

"tsk, tsk. perhaps next time, you'll make the right choice."

a horrible shock went through her, her body trembling and shuddering, her back arching from the intense tearing pain all throughout her body. she couldn't even cry out.

"now, let's try again. i'll give you one minute to reach your decision. i can do this all day, miss malinov... can you?"

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

I love reading fics where my favourites are electrocuted… because I love them so much… because I love Barry so much :) -Flash anon

As you should😌

It’s so fun!!!

And electrocution is such a good trope for him because of his powers. It’s that contrast between it and his own lightning. Electricity that hurts when it should heal, something wrong when it should be right, etc.

[stagelightwhump]

Does it have to be a blorbo from my shows or can it be MY blorbo? Because I kind of want to know what they'd do to Mal https://www.tumblr.com/distracted-obsessions/750327129941639170/knock-knock-mal-groaned-at-the-knock-at-the

You can absolutely submit home-made blorbos! And I must say, this one is very interesting!

First of all, the ears would need to be stretched and molded into shape, which, thankfully, is rather easy, as ears are made of cartilage. Next, even though no tails are mentioned in the story, a retractable cord tail is still installed, so that the Unit can be charged. If requested, a wolf tail cover can be added.

Next, barring the presence of something like pawpads on the hands or feet (in which case, depending on how divergent it is from the human bauplan, they would either be fatty silicone implants, or the hands or feet would be replaced entirely), the Chip is then installed, and memories of the source timeline are implanted, as well as a weaving program.

Finally, in order to avoid issues with improper or unregulated voltage, a shock collar is installed directly and permanently onto the neck, integrated with the C6 vertebrae. This is to ensure that any voltage administered is low enough not to damage either the organic system, or the electronics within the Unit's repaired systems. For higher voltages, the Chip manually simulates the damages instead, resulting in the same mental effects and physical pain as a normal shock collar, without causing unnecessary damage or stress to the internals.

Once the Unit is fully repaired and functional, it is placed back into the crate it arrived in (or given a new one, if the crate is somehow missing or damaged), secured in place, and shut down until delivered to the purchaser.

Thank you so much for the ask! I love doing these :D

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 3 - Trauma Thursday (Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”)

"No matter how much you squirm you won't get away" - Universe

TW/CW: Angel whumpee, demon whumper, electrocution, food whump, dehumanization, degradation, mind games, conditioning, physical whump, psycholgical whump, group whump(?), scared whumpee, reluctant whumpee, merciless whumper (here), Word count: 981

"And remember if anyone tries to help her you're all going to pay for it!", Electra warned her dolls. The group of them seated around the banquet table. Only one seat was still free, the one at the very top. The demoness standing next to the table. She gave the nixie sitting there one last gentle yet posessive pet over her head before leaving the room-letting the next events unfold.

Harmonia was let out of her room at the same time as Electra left the other one. They didn't cross each other but the angel had gotten pretty strict instructions on how to behave. Instructions she still didn't like but decided to disgruntedly accept to avoid more pain. At least she'd get food from whatever this was going to be. "Simple Dinner" she had said. Likely story!

Accompanied guarded by maids the former mercenary made it to the prepared room. The two servants halted at the door and gestured for her to go inside. They would wait outside.

Alright then, let's do this. She pushed open the doors and entered the, compared, small dining hall. Inside there were already a small amount and variety of creatures sitting around a banquet table. She scanned the room. Nobody was looking at her or rather dared to look at her. Of course, I'm new, the walking time bomb, the health hazard, she thought bitterly. Even if deep down she knew it wasn't fair of her. They most likely all went through the same things she had. Was going through. They were all stolen and captured creatures, imprisoned and trained for her profit. But wait-! Another hushed look around the room confirmed it. There was only one seat still free. At the top of the table. Harmonia's wings flapped nervously. Her muscles twitching as if before the hairy part of a mission. She Electra had instructed her clearly to be seated by the time she returned to the hall. And the punish for disobedience in front of other people was much higher than without other people, that much she had learned even in these few times. Still something about that seat didn't seem right to her. Something was off. But maybe she was simply over-reactive after all the torture. Most likely Electra just wanted to have her isolated and spotlighted and that's why she was seated there. Either way she didn't have time to waste, if she wasn't seated there would be hell to pay! So come on, just sit down! Now! Carefully she walked to the seat and sat down on it, examing her enviroment closely.

The nixie who previously had Electra's attention drops her head a little lower. The faintest ghost of a guluteral sound escaping from her body but otherwise nothing. Like all the others. Mute, still, waiting.

Then two decorated wooden door wings behind Harmonia opened. It made the angel shiver but she managed to resist the urge to jerk around and see what was going on and probably break a rule. They did nothing wrong, they did nothing wrong, they followed the order, they were seated. A pale hand appeared in Harmonia's peripheral vision. Moving forward until settling casually on the armrest of the lean chair she was sitting in. Then a cold voice.

"Harmonia, my dearest. What do you think you're doing?"

Oh. OH GOD. Her actual name. She used her actual name! Harmonia froze from head to toe completely without magic. Her spine felt as if drenched in ice water. She didn't dare speak-couldn't.

While the one hand stayed where it was Electra's other hand weaved into Harmonia's rosey, messy hair and at once pulled back harshly. "I asked you a question, doll. And when I do that I expect an answer! Understand!?", the demoness hissed coldly.

The angel whimpered. She forced herself to speak: "Yes, M'am. I apologize." With her head angeled she was forced to maintain eye contact with Electra. Vainly she searched in those glacier eyes for mercy. Or at least a sign that her apology had been good enough. But there was no mercy to be found.

"I'm waiting, Harmonia.", the demoness warned. Small strings of electricity crackling out of her fingertips into Harmonia's scalp.

Another broken whimper. Even with so little the pain was excruciating. Directly into her head. Question, right the question! "I-Your order was that I be seated when you arrive I only attempted to follow your orders, M'am."

"And you think you did well? Do you believe, my little angel, that I am satisifed with the result?"

"No-No, M'am. But I'm sorry I don't know what I did wrong."

Electra's grip in her hair tightened and at once she brutually pulled her head to the side and threw the starved body onto the surprisngly dirty floor, leaving the chair miraciously standing. Her ice blue eyes looked down at the sad figure in the dirt. "May this be a reminder to you to never. ever. attempt to sit where I sit. You are all but the dirt underneath my sole! Something like you could never be someone like me, doll! Remember this. And know your place!" And with those words she turned away and sat down, ordering her still seated dolls to look up and look alive and waited for dinner to be served.

Harmonia didn't get up, she just lay there in the dirt on her bruised side. Didn't dare move without permission. A silent tear rolling down her face-not shining. Her head still felt on fire inside. When the food was finally served Harmonia took a plate-probably originally known for her and threw it onto the dirty floor next to her, uncaring off the shards digging into her marble skin. Electra looked down at her angel, then without another word she stepped on the food and dug it deeper into the dirt with her heel.

"Eat!", she ordered simply.

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[echoingalaxies]

Heya how are you doing today?

Do they have any phobias or fears? If so, how would you use them against your OC in torture?

For Rina please and thank you.

Hey! I'm alright, how about you?

I think Riina would be afraid of losing her independence and mobility, as she is physically very strong and active. She loves to exercise and is very much a "I don't need help I can do this alone" type of person. She'll get embarrassed whenever that attitude fails her.

So, doing anything to make her to not be in control of her body, taking what she loves to do away from her, would be a very efficient way to torture her. Mess up her legs so she can't run, mess up her arms so she can't climb. Other people will have to help her with daily things, which will be hard to accept for her for a long time - she should be doing that to them.

Later on Riina will also develop a phobia of electricity due to what actually happened during torture, and sometimes she'll be scared of to touch anything that might give her "zaps" and trigger flashbacks. Poke her with a taser. She won't hold back her cries.

Then of course fear of letting people down, losing people, and even more so the fear of being the one responsible for it - Riina is the leader of her team and thinks everything bad that happens to anyone under her care is 100% her fault. Tell her she's right. Hurt her loved ones and blame her for it. She'll do stupid things to save them to save her own sanity.

[emotionyetpeace]

Purgatory

Rating: T

Pairing: Gen, Obikin if you look

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Vader faces his master after losing to Obi-Wan. Written for AI-Less Whumptober 2023.

Read on AO3

[whumpster-dumpster]

Electrocute your whumpees, please and thank you 🙏

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2023 | No. 8

Outnumbered

Titans s04e07: “There, there, now. Take it easy, old Teddy.”

+bonus:

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

[serickswrites]

Electrify III

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, electrocution, mcd, hurt/no comfort

Caretaker had screamed themself hoarse. And still they continued to scream. They begged Whumper to stop as Whumpee slumped over in their seat, their eyes unfocused. They begged Whumper to stop as Whumper slapped Whumpee until they sat back up. They begged Whumper to stop as Whumper hooked Whumpee up to a heart monitor. And they begged Whumper to stop as they watched Whumpee's heart pound uncontrolled and irregularly.

"I'm not going to stop until I get what I want, Caretaker," Whumper said coldly as they stared at the monitor. "This will tell you and me exactly when that happens."

Whumpee trembled in the chair. The chains kept them from sliding out of their seat. Their ragged breaths were loud and short. "Whumpee, say something, love!" Caretaker shouted.

Whumpee raised their head to stare at Caretaker. Their eyes were filled with pain. Caretaker felt like they couldn't breathe. They had to convince Whumper to hurt them instead. They had to. Whumpee needed a break. Whumpee needed help. They had to help.

"Please," Caretaker turned their attention back to Whumper, "you can shock me. Shock me until I die. I promise I will make it good for you. Just let Whumpee go. Please!"

Whumper smirked at Caretaker. "No." And they shocked Whumpee again.

Caretaker watched as Whumpee's limbs jerked, their muscles tightening and contracting as the electricity flowed through them. They watched as the heart monitor recorded Whumpee's fast, irregular heartbeat. Watched as Whumpee gave one final breathy scream before slumping over. Watched as the line on the monitor went flat as it gave one continuous screech.

"NO!" Caretaker sobbed as Whumper smiled in triumph. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

Whumper removed the prongs from Whumpee's side, flicking the machine off. "At last," Whumper said as they fisted Whumpee's hair. "I win," they said as they lifted Whumpee's head.

Caretaker stared into Whumpee's pale, lifeless eyes. Stared at Whumpee's slack features. Stared at the corpse of the love of their life. They sobbed harder as Whumper dropped Whumpee's hair and Whumpee's head lolled back to their chest.

"This has all been worth it," Whumper said as they unchained Whumpee. They shoved Whumpee's body from the chair. Whumpee landed in a heap of tangled limbs.

"Please, no," Caretaker cried as they watched Whumper kick Whumpee's body. "Please, leave them alone."

Whumper dragged Whumpee over to just in front of Caretaker. "Oh, I will. Just as soon as I can be sure you can see your love's pretty face. It was more than I was afforded." They kicked Whumpee onto their back, angling Whumpee's head so that Caretaker could stare directly into their eyes.

"Please, Whumper, just kill me." Caretaker didn't want to live through this. Whumpee was dead because of them. Dead because Whumper hated them. Dead because Whumpee loved them. Whumpee was dead.

"No. No, I want you to live a long, painful life. I want you to live with knowing this was your fault. They would still be alive if it weren't for you."

At Whumper's words, Caretaker sobbed harder. They closed their eyes against the tears. Closed their eyes because they didn't want to see Whumpee's lifeless eyes. Didn't want to see Whumpee's still chest. Didn't want to see the dead body of the love of their life.

"This is why I did this, Caretaker. I wanted you to feel the pain that I felt. Feel the loss that I felt. And now," Whumper said as they headed to the door, "I'm going to leave you with your pain."

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[auroragehenna]

No matter how much you squirm you won‘t get out ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Failed Escape

AI-less Whumptober

Day 20 Dehumanisation, Master and Servant kinda,

TW/CW: Failed escape, electrocution, intimte/creepy-whumper, angel/demon whump, pet whump, petnames, quick mild gore warning, a bit of enviromental whump? Somehow??, more magic whump, light wing whump, Word count: 1'326

Harmonia had waited until the house had finally gotten quiet. She was incredibly battered after today’s torture but she had to bring up the strength for this. Since today’s torture had finally ended and she was dragged back to her quarters she had been pacing her room. Changing potions and places in unequal sequences. Harmonia suspected that she was being watched and she had to make sure she wouldn’t attract attention when she would get up eventually. She had to get out of this hellhole. She just had to. Out of here. Probably out of Gehenna. And then…somewhere. She didn’t know where and she didn’t have time to think about it any further now. Her next change was about to happen, and that one would be it. She got up from in front of the fire and walked over to the door. She leaned her back against the door and slowly slid down into a crouching sit. From there she knotted her hands into each other and tried as inconspicuously as possible to get the magic gem she stole out from under her skin. Where she shoved it in a few days ago through a cut Electra had given her. Harmonia tried her best to suppress any sounds of pain as she was forced to re-open the barely healed cut with her nails. She had to keep quiet. There! It was bloody and greasy, but it would still work. Slowly she shoved the gem towards the door and when they touched, she heard the most beautiful sound. The soft click of the lock. Carefully, she got up, ripped a part of her clothing, and make-shift-bandaged her arm with it. If she failed, Electra’s anger about the ruined clothing would be the least of her problems, she thought. Slowly she got up and squeezed herself through the door. No guards. That was weird. And concerning. Then again, the demoness had quite the ego. Wouldn’t it be like her to be so sure of herself? Doesn’t matter, she didn’t have time for this. Harmonia would have preferred to fly; she would have preferred to be as fast as possible. But she couldn’t risk the airflow alarming somebody and she had to stay low-key. So she conquered meter and meter. Hallway after hallway in this labyrinth. Always looking over her shoulder. Neck, eyes, and ears straining to pick something up. Heart racing. Finally, after what felt like eons she arrived at a backdoor that led outside. She pressed the gem at the door, praying even though it was useless down here. Blessedly the door opened and she walked outside onto wet grass. Quietly she hushed through the door and closed it behind her. Finally, she could spread her wings. They have been itching to move. She slowly flew a few meters straight into the air, keeping close to the house wall. Before she could go, she needed to make sure there weren’t any guards outside either. But even as she reached the pointy end of the roof, there was nobody in sight. There was a thunderstorm, but she was assuming that was always the case here with Electra being a lightning demon and all. Harmonia turned around and flew towards one of the edges of the mansion. The one where there were a lot of trees and bushes. The only test left was now the barriers. She had memorized and inquired how many and at what point the barriers were. As she reached the first one and fortunately passed though it started to rain. Maybe she could really do this. Through the second barrier, stronger rain now. She avoided the tree crowns, getting more and more reckless in the need to escape. She was soaked as she reached the third barrier and pressed the gem against it. It gave and then everything exploded in white.

--

Wet. Wet and constant. That was what Harmonia felt as soon as she was able to feel anything again. Anything aside from pain. She turned her head and something stung faintly in her cheek. Grass. She was laying on grass. “Get up! You weren’t even unconscious, so get. Up!”, Electra ordered her angel with a voice colder than a glacier and with a far more dangerous edge.

Groaning Harmonia got up on all fours only to be kicked in the side by Electra’s boot and end up on her stomach again and push herself back up on her knees. Truthfully damage control was useless at this point but she couldn’t help clinging to the hope that it would help at least a tiny bit. She only now noticed that her wings felt like they were on fire and as she turned her head a micro-bit she knew why. Countless feathers were black and scorched. Her beautiful wings. That and the realisation that she failed was enough to make tears well up in her eyes.

“I am not even going to waste my breath on you too much. You know what you’ve done. You will face the consequences for it tomorrow. Follow me, you won’t be going back to your quarters tonight, obviously, your loyalties are not sufficiently adapted yet.”

“This can’t be happening. I was so close”, Harmonia whispered to herself.

Electra who had already started walking back towards the house stopped in her tracks. She didn’t turn around but her cold expression suddenly started to melt a bit until it broke into a grin. She chuckled. “Do you really believe that?”

Harmonia looked up to her silhouette through the hazeof tears in her eyes.

“You really believe that was all you? Oh, my stupid, stupid doll. Never make the mistake of underestimating me again. All of it, from the gemstones to you stealing one, over the unguarded perimeter, all of it, was a set-up. A test if you want. And you failed. And in the morning you will pay the consequences for your actions. Now! Move!”

Harmonia got up on shaky legs and winced when her burned feathers shuffled. She didn’t want to make the demoness even more mad so she hurried behind her. They really didn’t go the way to her own quarters. Electra led her up the stairs. No word was spoken but there was a tension in the air around them and Harmonia was sure it wasn’t just her imagination. Who knew with that woman. Finally, they halted in front of a big double door. Carved into the wood were the outlines of jewels and lightning flashes and much more.

A maid waiting outside the door opened it and let the two of them in. It was a big room kept in low lighting, with a grand bed, many windows and another cheminee.

Electra ordered Harmonia to wait and walked to the bed. Once there she crouched down and pulled out a heavy chain from underneath the bed. On the end of the chain, there was a thin metal collar. She ordered Harmonia to come and kneel next to her.

Harmonia did as she was told and Electra closed the collar around her throat and connected the short chain to the bedpost next to her head. Then she walked to a cupboard and pulled out a rope. With that, she walked back to Harmonia and ordered her to stretch out her legs. After she had bound them together she spoke again: “You will sleep here for the next time. Until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. And a word of advice, you don’t want to disturb me. Now, sleep.”

Again Harmonia did as she was told, what choice does she really have? She turned around with her bound legs and laid down on her stomach, her head resting on her arms to prevent the collar and chain from digging into her. From the exhaustion and the pain, she fell asleep pretty fast, she could just hope, that she could bear whatever was going to happen tomorrow…

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[how-much-for-a-whump]

Teşkilat 114. Bölüm

Prompt: "Captivity"

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