#ides of whump

[mintflavouredwhump]

An eldest child whumpee who is always forced to be the 'role model' of their younger siblings while bearing the brunt of their parents' anger and expectations.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

that moment when a character is severely outmatched in a fight and they're on their knees looking up dazedly at their opponent, who only hits them harder

[aleki-lives-here]

If I do end up writing murderbot fanfic, it'll probably include some nasty taking over control virus that will not be conveniently stopped before it can actually start acting. The way murderbot was absolutely terrified when faced with that alien shit in Network Effect was absolutely delicious. I need that, but ten times worse and also painfully drawn out.

It would miss the moment it got into its system for "trying to save humans no time to waste" reasons, and by the time it had a chance to get a diagnostic it would have already hidden itself. By the time it noticed something was off, it would already have enough control to stop it from doing something about that. Maybe changing the memory files so that it struggles to keep track of it, and maybe directly stopping its body from cooperating.

A scene that came to me had Murderbot try and tell Mensah about the virus and have the output be cancelled (perhaps before it got to that point it would have noticed a slight delay in the reaction time, which would definitely be hella concerning), just completely being unable to notify others that there is a problem. Except that they have those code words with Mensah and so it does tell her that something is really really fucking wrong, but can't elaborate. Now everyone is worried, and it is struggling to fight off the virus that has had enough time to prepare to really not make it easy.

Anyway, ideally it all escalates despite everyone's attempts to figure out what the fuck -- Murderbot's diagnostic tools are fucked from the inside and humans have better luck at noticing the problem but can't really help much. The perfect culmination would be total control. Murderbot just being completely trapped into its own body, forced to do something it doesn't like or even just stand still (no access to media if you want to turn it into an especially excruciating torture). Tho turning its control completely is a waste of its talents. Maybe the virus could just get the governor module back online, but completely under its control, so Murderbot can enjoy being electrocuted some more.

Gods I just love to torture my favorite characters. If I end up writing a fanfic, it would be this kind of terrible no good scenario

[tragedy-machine]

Charles and Edwin go to a magical forest for a case. They talk and have fun collecting weird paranormal plants, so Edwin is distracted enough to trip over a protruding root. He can't keep his balance and slides down into a small valley in the forest floor, falling right into an ominous looking bush of black flowers.

Charles dashes after him for a rescue but sees his best mate crawl out of the plant before he can reach him. The sight calms him down but only momentarily - Edwin is gasping and coughing, so much so he's unable to stand up steadily.

"Edwin? Oi, what's wrong?" Charles inquires in a fast-spreading panic.

Edwin tries his hardest to concentrate on his best friend's voice to answer him. Still gasping and clutching his chest, he turns around to look at his place of landing.

His eyes widen in fear and he looks wildly at Charles.

"Don't -" he's interrupted by a harsh-sounding cough. "Don't touch the plant..."

By the end of the sentence, his voice gets weaker than a whisper. Charles sees Edwin's eyes roll back into his skull right before he collapses onto his hands and knees.

"Edwin!" The younger ghost leaps forward, mindful of the advice not to come in contact with the black flowers.

Charles grabs Edwin's face to lift it, he has to make sure Edwin is still with him. Bleary and pained eyes meet his.

"What is it? What bloody plant is it?! How do I fix you?"

Edwin tries to say something but is too breathless to get any words out. Desperately, he grabs onto Charles’s forearms as if urging him to listen closely. As if Charles wasn't already hanging onto his every word.

"I- " Edwin gasps out, body trembling. "I love you."

Stunned with a terror colder than a winter lake's waters, Charles watches as Edwin's body goes limp, his green eyes fluttering shut.

[moss-abyss]

no because do you even know how fucked up this is for tco? he's stuck in a place that probably reminds him of adobe flash and 2007 and has to fight back against another stick figure (who is LITERALLY HIS HERITAGE?) who's using the same tools as his creator and oppressor

he's trapped and encased, suffocated and exhausted, and made for something greater

he's a symbol of hope and rebellion, the Chosen One, and yet his freedom is wrenched away from him again and again because he CHOSE TO LIVE? because he chose to FORGIVE?? because in spite of it all, he decided to lower his hackles and stop baring his teeth????

i need him safe and i need him happy

[bardicious]

The cute Damian + familial bits of DC vs Vampires: Hunters, you're welcome.

[tomurakii]

My last post about bloodweave was pretty negative (though necessarily so imo) so I wanted to talk about the little things about the bloodweave dynamic that I DO like and want to see more of in fic (under the cut).

- the orb means Astarion can't start their relationship transactionally. Gale can't give Astarion blood, and also can't have sex with him (and presumably would refuse casual sex anyway). How would the relationship develop without Astarion being able to rely on the give-and-take, forced instead to just trust Gale will watch his back? Astarion isn't a plans guy, I imagine having to come up with something on the spot (considering none of the other companions are reeaaaally an option either) would lead to a lot more emotional vulnerability as he tries to take a route he has much less experience with. Not to mention that the flirty and standoffish front isn't exactly going to endear him to Gale, who approves of the capable, loyal, and righteous. How long can Astarion pretend to be invested in Gale's wellbeing before it becomes true?

- they both have bad ascension endings, but different natural outcomes. Gale is considered the more morally upstanding one, but in their solo states (without the player's influence) Gale will go through with ascension and Astarion won't. Would they goad each other on? Gale disapproves of Astarion's ascension, using arguments that could apply to himself about the personal sacrifice and loss of the soul. Would Astarion flip them around, become defensive? Their dynamic could mean the power hungry character ending up discouraging the pursuit of godhood, or the two of them hurtling over the edge together. Or, maybe, Astarion encouraging Gale to ascend and having to trust him to return.

- they're the party members with the most life experience, and they're also both pretty well-educated (even if Astarion's law qualifications may well have expired by the events of the game). He spent his time under Cazador sewing (like Gale in his Baldur's Gate epilogue) and learning languages (of which Gale knows four). They have enduring common interests beyond their circumstances. Gale can help Astarion rediscover the latent nerd potential he lost when he died, and lord knows he would love to pick his brain for a first hand account of the mid-to-late 12th century.

- Astarion recently regained hope for his future when the tadpole freed him, Gale recently lost all of it. While act 1 is a continuous series of positive discoveries for Astarion (tadpole frees him from cazador -> ceremorphosis is held off by the dream visitor -> tadpole can be controlled), Gale's life gets worse with time as his treatment stops working. It's a dynamic that could give Gale hope, force Astarion to practise empathy, or put them completely at odds.

- Astarion's all-encompassing desire to reclaim his life could be inspiring to Gale. Moreover, I imagine seeing just how passive Gale is about his death would infuriate him. To have so little regard for his real, mortal, free life? It's a great source of angst, and also a great starting point for Gale to start wanting to live again. Because after learning about Astarion's past he would agree, he'd recognise how much value a mortal life was supposed to have. He'd think himself ungrateful or impolite for entertaining the idea of throwing it away when Astarion would give anything to have what he had. This would lead to guilt, and potentially self-loathing, unless someone was there to help pick up the pieces.

- If Astarion meets Oblodra before Gale's act 2 romance scene, (or for a fanfic plot, just before Gale is confident enough to confess) they most likely won't have sex until the graveyard scene in late act 3 (or the post-ascension equivalent). It means that rather than the fuckfest we so often see from bloodweave fics, the relationship is almost entirely a slow-burning, emotionally intimate affair. I'd really love to see that play out, the progression from semi-horny yearning on both parts as the orb keeps them apart, to two love confessions that are followed by the both of them experiencing non-sexual intimacy for the first time in years. I doubt Mystra was one to hug her chosen, after all, or hold their hands.

I just love a bg3 ship that forces the characters to take different actions than they do in canon. It makes me feel like I'm developing a broader understanding of the characters, you know?

[emcscared-whumps]

Behold!!!! The piece that got delayed by my surprise visit to death prevention jail end of last year!

This is my submission to @thewhumpyprintingpress's ABCs of Whump zine!!! It's available for purchase, go check it out :)

I was so excited to participate, and it was such a pleasure :) This piece took a while, and it is right on the edge of my current capabilities as an artist, but it was incredibly fun and rewarding to work on, I'm very proud of how it turned out <3

Featured is my mer shifter boi Pete from my fav project Shifting Phases :) I love him very much and could not resist another oppourtunity to have a work featuring him published.

(I had to scrunch it significantly to get Tumblr to take it ^-^')

[butterscotch-goat]

take a shot every time I draw something like this and you'll. Get liver failure. Am I gonna stop? No I like putting Aster in evil operation situations fight me.

Based on "La Autopsia" by Enrique Simonet!! Original below cut

I feel like this painting is bett bait. Like no shit I made a drawing based on this look at it man

[gh0sthands]

magic whumpee experimented on (fantasy setting)

magic whumpee kidnapped and experimented on by whumper. whumpee has magic in their very blood, and whumper wants to know how it works. they purposefully antagonize the whumpee to test how their magic responds to emotions, particularly stress.

whumpee is poked and prodded with needles, their blood stolen from them. their body cut open so whumper can try to understand how the magic flows through their body.

whumper gives whumpee something/uses their magic to keep whumpee asleep, because whumper's primary objective is science, not torture. but when whumper realizes that whumpee's magic is dormant if they're unconscious, whumper has little to no qualms about experimenting on a conscious whumpee.

if whumper gets tired of whumpee's screaming, they simply cast a silence spell over them. then adds more restraints to keep whumpee from moving.

when whumper isn't experimenting on them, whumpee is kept in a cold, dark room, chained to the wall. they are given the bare minimum of sustenance, in the form of a small magic pill that keeps them fed. and that whumper forces down whumpee's throat.

then, one day, while whumpee is lying on the table, they think they hear someone. someone besides whumper. and whumper notices, too. whumper leaves whumpee on the table with their body cut open, to go deal with the intruders.

except whumper never returns. whumpee hears the fight somewhere in the building. they think they recognize caretaker's voice.

and then caretaker runs into the lab.

"gods," caretaker's tough exterior breaks down as they sob.

whumpee is too in shock to move their body, but their eyes meet caretaker's. caretaker has never seen such fear.

"i've got you baby," caretaker mutters, focusing all of their energy into healing the gaping wound. gentle yellow light shines from caretaker's palms, and with focus, the wound begins to stitch itself together.

whumpee whimpers, and caretaker says "i know, i know, I'm sorry baby, i'll make it as quick as i can," and one of their hands finds whumpee's own.

caretaker's magic isn't enough to fully heal the wound, but it's enough to get whumpee stable. caretaker sheds their cloak to cover whumpee's still naked body. they've seen whumpee's body before, but right now, whumpee deserves some privacy.

then, caretaker finally works on the restraits. one by one, caretaker yanks the leather straps off, and finally, finally, caretaker picks up whumpee from the table, heading straight for the exit.

"whumper's dead," team leader says, catching up with caretaker. "how's whumpee?"

"stable, for now."

"let's get going, i'll treat them once we're safe" medic says.

whumpee can barely process that any of this is happening, but they're in caretaker's arm now. they know it's real. they know caretaker (and team leader and medic) will keep them safe.

whumpee lets themself fall asleep in caretaker's arms.

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Behave

(Masterlist)

(Content: physical abuse, alcohol, conditioning, humiliation, dehumanization, stress positions)

Tags: @catnykit @indigoviolet311

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“Sit up,” Paris called from behind the desk. Delta sat up, on his knees.

“Stand,” Paris said. Delta stood up.

“Kneel.”

“Bow.”

“Lower, Delta.”

“Get up. Come here. I didn’t say kneel, stand up. Hand me the bottle.” 

Delta handed him the wine bottle. Paris downed the rest of it, before throwing the bottle across the room. It smashed into the door, shattering into a million pieces. 

“Clean it up.” Paris spun in the chair, giddily, making himself sick. Delta bent down beside the mess of broken glass, using his powers to shift them into a pile.

“That’s cheating. Come back. Kneel.”

Delta knelt at his side, looking down. Paris slapped him - not as hard as he could have, but enough to sting. 

“Don’t cheat,” He scolded. “Go sweep it up. Wait,”

He tugged Delta by his shirt, back to the ground, messily. “Apologize first.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Delta said. “Look at me when you say it.” “I’m sorry,” Delta repeated.

“Say that I own you. That you’re my property.” He hesitated a moment too long, looked away. Paris struck him again. “You own me. I am your property.”

Paris hit him. A faint handprint was forming on the side of his face.

“Less bitter. Less sarcastic. Like you mean it.”

“I belong to you, Your Highness”

“You have problems talking,” Paris noticed. He had problems talking, the alcohol slurring his speech, “I’ll make you do it more often. Go clean it up, now.” “Yes, Your Highness,” Delta pulled back, glad to be out of his range. He swept up slowly, moving the broken glass into the waste bin. Paris stood up, walking around to the front of the desk. He leaned against it, picking a ruler up off the table.

“Come here. Kneel. Give me your hands.” Paris took Delta’s hands in his own, palms facing upward. He tapped the ruler against them gently. “You know what I want to hear.”

Delta sighed, causing Paris to slam the ruler down on his open palms. As the silence continued, he brought it down again. Paris waited for him to begin, offering no more hints.

“I belong to you,” Delta said, “I’m your property. You can do what you want with me.” Paris delivered another strike to his hands, “Keep going.”

“You’re in charge. My feelings don’t matter. It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s up to you. I’m machinery.”

“Keep going,” Paris repeated, a drunken smile creeping onto his face.

“I’m an object,” Delta said it like he was drowning, “My feelings don’t matter. I’m below you. It’s not my place to question you. It’s not my place to resist. What I want isn’t important. I belong to you.” Paris set the ruler down beside him, placated.

“That wasn’t half bad. Maybe our work has been paying off.”

Delta had his head down, willing himself to sink into the floor. Paris didn’t let go of his wrist.

“Do you want me to let you out early tonight?” Paris asked, trying to set a trap.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” Delta muttered. 

“You’re a fast learner! Hold still.” Paris leaned back on the desk, reaching behind him for one of the civics textbooks he kept in the drawer. He passed it to Delta, “Hold it straight out until I say you can stop. And I want you to think about what you said. It’s one thing to say it. It’s another to understand it. Understand?”

“Yes, Your Highness,” Delta took the book from him, balancing it on top of his palms. Paris slid back into his desk chair, pouring himself another shot. He decided that this one was in celebration. 

[not-equippedforthis]

james 'bluff and bullshit' t kirk

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Creatives! rb this and put which of your characters you'd cosplay in the tags

[arsenicflame]

(in general, removed from any specific au's where he needs to swim/not swim for Plot)

(personally, i think my stance is that he has some ability to keep himself afloat in calmer waters- on the shore or in a pool- but not in the way where its a particular skill. hes spend enough time dicking around in the shallows with Jack & Sam & Ed to know how to handle himself in water where he cant consistently reach the bottom, to feel comfortable cooling off by a waterfall, but is also keenly aware that if he goes overboard, even in relatively calm waters, being able to swim isnt going to do anything to save his life if a dinghy isnt sent. hes not gonna drown the second he's in the ocean or anything, but hes screwed if the waters a little too rough or its late or a raid and it isnt noticed before the ships a way away.)

[fallenwhumpee]

Cat Nap

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Sleep deprivation, guilt(?).

Sleep was a luxury.

It was, for everyone, but more for Right Hand. Their phone was ringing through the day, and the endless phone calls weren't getting the attention they needed because of the rush of the day and everything else happening.

With hanging up the latest call, Right Hand made a rushed decision. They turned their phone off. They quietly slipped into their home, hoping not to wake anyone up at...

Oh. They didn't notice the time. It would be truly cruel to wake the team up at two.

"I left some food in the microwave," Leader called, quiet. Right Hand looked around. After a moment of confusion, they realised that the sound came from the kitchen.

Right Hand was tired. They deserved some sleep but they couldn't afford it.

If there was anyone who couldn't afford sleep more than Right Hand, it was Leader. But Right Hand thought it was more about a full sleeping pill bottle they found in trash earlier, rather than the workload.

With a sigh, Right Hand got rid of their shoes and jacket, peeking into the room. A frown formed as they grasped the scene. "You're not watching that." Right Hand stormed over and closed the laptop on the table, cutting the journeyman talking about Whumper's latest scheme.

"I've got five minutes to enjoy before my phone rings again, let me be," Leader protested.

"You can't be enjoying that!" Right Hand growled, shrinking right after as they remembered the time. "Just stop tormenting yourself. It's not your fault that we had to let them go. Besides, we are working to catch them again."

Leader sighed but didn't argue. Right Hand could see their words hadn't changed anything, but they couldn't let this go on anymore. "Get up." They muttered, pulling Leader up from the chair.

"If that's to get me sleep, I'm waiting for a call," Leader groaned, getting themselves back to their feet with a defeated sigh. "I need to reserve some energy for it."

"Sleeping is the only way to do it, idiot," Right Hand mumbled under their breath. "But since you don't want it, we're just going to treat ourselves with whatever the mainstream put for the night."

"Fine," Leader gave in, but freed themselves from Right Hand's grasp. Right Hand made a move to catch Leader back, but stopped themselves. Leader pulled a big bowl, filling it with chips. They took their laptop and phone, pushing the bowl to Right Hand. Right Hand gave a small smile and let Leader take the lead to the couch.

Right Hand didn't remember what happened after. They probably watched an action movie, and Right Hand fell asleep at some point of it. When they opened their eyes, it was already morning. They lifted their head from the pillow - strangely, their pillow - and turned in the couch.

That explained. Leader must've brough their pillow and blanket. Kicking the blanket a little, they sat up, stretching their slightly sore limbs.

"Good morning," Leader muttered from the side. Right Hand held back a flinch, realising that their pillow was basically proped up against Leader's side.

"Morning." Right Hand replied. They reached their hair to comb it back, but their fingers got tangled in a braid.

"Hey, I worked hard for that." Leader bumped their head lightly with a cup, which woke Right Hand more both with the impact and the smell of coffee.

"How can you drink that pitch?" Right Hand muttered. They looked around, gathering themselves. There was another coffee at the table, waiting for them. They could smell the milk and sugar in it, too.

Right Hand looked at Leader, who was now on their computer with coffee in their one hand. Right Hand could see the dark bags under Leader's eyes, hear the occasional click of their tongue just like they always do when they were bored of work.

"Tastes differ," Leader shrugged, still focused on the screen. "The others will wake up soon, so you betted clean around."

"I'm not the culprit."

Right Hand sulked, looking at Leader with puppy eyes. And it worked. Leader let out a weary sigh, setting the computer aside and quaffing the still hot coffee. "No, you're not. But you're the reason for my suffering," Leader said and stood with a dramatic slump. There was nothing but tease in their voice. And maybe exhaustion, which was strange since Leader usually did their best to keep their voice steady.

Leader took the blanket and pillow, tossing the stuff into Right Hand's room from the door. Knowing Leader, Right Hand was sure those landed exactly on the bed. Leader then came and took the empty bowl and cup, before settling back on the computer, eyes drifting to distance for a moment before focusing on the screen with a yawn.

Right Hand frowned. "When was the last time you slept?"

"Two days? Maybe. I don't know. I'll sleep when this is over."

Before Right Hand could answer, Leader's phone rang. Leader stood and got to the kitchen, picking up the call.

Suddenly, Right Hand realised their phone was silent.

Too silent.

Stumbling back to their feet, they quickly checked their phone, only for it to give a flashy start screen.

They were a dead meat. Boss was gonna kill them. How could they forget if off for whole six hours?

They tapped the screen, a little frantic, knowing it wouldn't make a difference.

"I dealt with your calls," Leader shouted from the kitchen.

Right Hand froze. Perfect. They had just added to Leader's burden. They walked back to kitchen with a slouched posture, beginning to cook a breakfast while Leader's voice kept chattering in the background.

This was the least Right Hand could do. But in the end, it didn't work. Leader rushed out before Right Hand could set the table. Their only consolation was the team liked the meal. After that, they all went out to carry out some errands.

Right Hand was lucky. They only had grocery and shopping for detergents, if not counting the calls. They managed to get it done in five hours. It wasn't their fastest, but it was still acceptable considering they had six hours of content out of their knowledge, and they needed to keep it going.

When they came back home with full hands, the bags fell from their hand at the sight.

Leader was sleeping, while their phone was vibrating on the table Leader placed their legs.

Right Hand panicked. Was Leader sick? Passed out? Knocked out?

They rushed over, seeing Leader covered up in their blanket.

Something moved on Leader's chest.

Right Hand reached for the blanket, picking its edge. They slowly lifted it and...

They saw a cat.

A kitten.

Cuddled on Leader's chest.

It was the kitten Right Hand always fed, living at the small cat house outside.

Leader was catnapping. Quite literally.

With a huff, Right Hand picked up Leader's phone. They waited until the call stopped and recorded a voicemail telling the caller to reach Right Hand instead since Leader was busy. Right Hand then turned off the phone. They brought Leader's pillow from Leader's room, leaning it to the armrest. They picked up the kitty slowly and set it down for a moment. Right Hand then turned Leader, slow and careful, laying them fully to the couch and on the pillow. They tensed as Leader moved, only to let out a silent sigh when Leader got comfortable on the couch. Adjusting the blanket, Right Hand put the cat back onto Leader.

"Better sleeping aid than pills," Right Hand muttered, their words aimed at Leader. "Just don't be mad when you wake up."

Right Hand turned back, intended to place the grocery before seeing two bowls on the table. Leader must have fed the cat and gave it water.

Right Hand went to the kitchen to clean those, opening the cupboard to pick up the dish soap. Packs of cat food crumbled and fell over them.

Well, Right Hand wasn't opposed to having the cat as a permanent guest. They were just not cleaning the sand.

[whumble-beeee]

PLEASE GIVE US MORE ON THE SUPER BRANDS!!!! I AM BEGGING WITH MY WHOLE CHEST🙏🙏🙏🙏

SORRY I've been hoarding this ask, I wanted to use it to make the official

'(Un)Official Guide' Official Super Branding Guide!

In this day and age, hero brands are all but normal in our daily lives. Despite the enormous public outcry when the policy to "systemically brand" people came to pass, nowadays it's a very socially accepted and useful tool for law enforcement, as well as the general public, to know the potential dangers of the person they're dealing with.

But how do hero brands work exactly?

Hazardous Super Brand

More colloquially known as the "Villain Brand", this brand is located on the right shoulder blade. Any super with the designation 'Latent Supervillain' or above (all except 'non-threat's) will be required to have this brand. Please refer to the helpful info-graphic below:

*For more information on Power Types, Power Levels, and Social Designations, refer to the ‘Key Information’ section near the end of this post

Power Type: Depending on a super's power type, one of the three sections of the triangle will be filled in, while the other two are left blank. On the rare occasion a super's power falls into two categories, both will be filled in.

Power Level: Scaled 1-5, 1 being the lowest power level and 5 being the highest. One black rectangle will be filled in for each power level.

Social Designation: The three main designations (excluding 'non-threat,' who will not have this brand) are helpfully color coded to be recognizable at a distance: Red for Latent Supervillains, Black for Supervillains, and a Blue background added to a super’s Power Type triangle for designation of Test Subject.

ID number: All super’s are given an ID number, and any super with the Hazardous Super Brand has it helpfully written on their brand.

General Super Brand

More colloquially known as just the "Super Brand," this brand is placed on the right bicep just above the inner elbow, intended to be semi-easily accessible for easy identification by law enforcement. It is administered to every identified super using invisible tattoo ink, so it will not interfere with the super's daily life (except for some slight permanent skin discoloration around the tattoo sight).

There are three tiers to this brand, based around the Super Social Designations:

Non-threat

Latent Supervillain or Supervillain

Test subject

In addition, some supers are prohibited from using their power entirely; there can be many different reasons for this: danger to themself, danger to  society, history of unlawful use of power. In such cases, the General Super Brand will be programmed with special ink to start glowing a bright white light if the super uses their power. Any person who sees a bright glowing arm brand has a civil duty to report it to the police immediately, and are also advised to hide from the dangerous super immediately.

*This brand is mainly meant for quick identification by law enforcement, hence the recent mandate that all people must show their right inner elbow to law enforcement if asked. Disregard the recent allegations that the skin discoloration of the tattoo makes it the invisible ink "all but useless", and that the brands have been the cause of many hate crimes against super-powered individuals. This is all hearsay and the General Super Brand has not been legally proven to be a danger to any super.

Key Information

Power Types

Manipulator– Manipulates the physical world in some way. This includes physical powers such as abilities to interact with physical matter, as well as powers that indirectly affect the physical world, such as healing powers, time manipulation, teleportation, etc. This category is the most common category of super.

Cerebral– Any power that can directly or indirectly manipulate another person’s mind, whether it be thoughts, emotions, intelligence level, etc. This category is the rarest and generally considered the be the most dangerous to another person's well-being, and is also the most common to be prohibited via a glowing General Super Brand.

Anatom– This designation simply denotes that a person’s power affects only themself and no one else, such as a physical change to their body, super eyesight, super self healing, etc. This category mainly serves to assure that anyone interacting with the super need not worry about a power directly affecting their well-being.

Power Levels

Power Level is determined mainly via testing of the super’s power. Power Level can be hard to quantify, but it is mainly measured by two metrics: How much potential it has to disrupt everyday order (regardless of intent to use it as such), and how much it could irreversibly affect a person or object who is not the super themself.

Roughly 70% of the super population will be level 1, 25% will be level 2, 4% will be level 3, 1% will be level 4, and a nearly negligible portion will be level 5.

Any super level 4 or above are not eligible to have the social designation 'non-threat.'

Social Designations:

Non-threat: The majority of supers are given this designation, meaning their power and personality have been evaluated to not be an immediate danger to the public. 

Latent Supervillain: Given to a super who has been evaluated to be a potential danger to the public, but has not committed any power-related crimes. Generally given to supers with affiliation to dangerous groups or ideals, or any super with power level 4 or above.

Supervillain: Given to any super who has been previously or currently convicted for power-related crimes.

Test subject: This special designation is given to any super who has been legally claimed by the government or other appropriate body to use for research purposes. This designation can be given concurrently with any of the other designations. Supers with this designation ahould generally not be away from their prescribed facilities or out in public without a handler.

And that's all the basics! Now you have all the knowledge necessary to be able to identify a super on sight, as well as use their various tattoo brands to understand their powers and the threats they might pose to you! Use this knowledge wisely and stay safe!