"Help me," the hero pleaded.
The villain looked down at them with a scowl, their shadow a small relief to the hero's overwhelmed senses. Power correction was brutal...especially when performed on an unwilling patient.
"Please--"
"Why should I?"
The villain's boot pressed down against their chest and the hero gasped, hands reaching up to grasp at their ankle weakly. They grinned through the pain, feeling somewhat delirious as they stared up at the other.
"Because you want to," they said. "Because you can't resist the opportunity to have me depending on you."
It was a long shot. They knew that.
Still they had hope: being blindly optimistic was part of the job.
They felt the pressure on their chest increase, breaths coming out in short, wheezing pants as the oxygen was slowly stripped from them.
"That's pretty presumptuous of you," the villain said.
The hero coughed out a laugh. "Yeah...Yeah it is."
Their vision was blurring. They could feel what little strength they had left depleting, the rough ground below them growing more comfortable by the second. They shut their eyes, mind too weary to notice the weight lifting off their chest, or the arms that wrapped under their legs and back, lifting them with more care than they'd know in years.
Fucking love defiant whumpees who are all bark and no bite, especially when they kick up such a fuss with their whumper, spitting venomous words and promises that they'll never submit...
And all it takes for the cool, level-headed whumper to call their bluff and threaten them with a knife to the throat before whumpee is like a kicked puppy with their tail between their legs, a humiliating reveal to their true self that whumper can't help but rub in
•Whumpee's arm being bent behind their back while their pinned/held down
•Whumper putting their boot on whumpee's chest to stop them from getting up
•Whumpee delirious from sickness or pain
•Whumpee being touch starved but afraid of touch
•Whumpee being branded with Whumper's family crest or organization's symbol or initials.
•Bad Caretaker lashing out at Whumpee while Whumpee is on pain medication unable to defend themselves.
•Whumpee who had their tongue cut out for screaming too much
I love a well informed whumper. I love watching that scene where we get to see the whumper's analysis of the good team and how they decide which members pose the biggest threats. I love seeing the whumper doing their homework, building a file on each of them, picking them and their skill sets and weaknesses apart to know who to target
A whumpee who was brutally tortured for information on their master, is eventually returned to their master who then proceeds to brutally torture them for potentially giving up valuable information.
I've accepted the guilty pleasure of cliche as my one true lord and savior by now
''there's only one bed.''
''i'll bandage you up.''
''who did this to you?''
''i didn't know where else to go.''
''can you be my date to the wedding?''
''you're my best friend. i've always loved you.''
''shut up.'' ''make me.''
''i would never fall for you.''
''then why did you do it?'' ''BECAUSE I LOVE YOU''
''oh. oh.''
fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.
fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”
Warnings: captivity, hypothermia, cold torture
“HELLO!” Whumpee shouted as they banged on the door to the cell they’d been thrown into hours ago. “PLEASE! ANYONE!”
They had been banging on the door for hours. Hours after Whumper had shoved them in here. Hours after they had walked every inch of the tiny cell looking for a way to escape. Hours after realizing if they didn’t get out of here soon, they would likely freeze.
“PLEASE!” They said as another shiver wracked their body. They were so cold. And so tired. But they couldn’t stop.
But they had to. It was becoming too hard to raise their fist to the door. Too hard to keep standing. As they slid down the door, rolling into a ball, they began to cry. It was hopeless.
Whumpee was too tired and cold to notice that their tears froze on their cheeks, beading their eyelashes with tiny icicles. They were too cold and tired to notice the camera pointed directly at them from an observation window. And they were too tired and cold to notice when the door finally opened.
unbothered character dialogue + prompts ⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
@celestialwrites for more!!
♡ “breathing air that you contaminate deeply unsettles me.”
♡ constantly putting their feet on their superior’s desk/table.
♡ “please remind me why you are relevant.”
♡ always commenting at the worst moment possible.
♡ “life was far more peaceful when i thought you were dead.”
♡ when someone is yelling at them, the character pulls out a book and just starts reading.
♡ “i gave my last fuck two decades ago, you’re going to need a time machine to find it.”
♡ sees a dead body and just sighs, turns around and goes to the breakfast diner across the street.
♡ “if he opens his mouth again i’m calling the cops for a noise disturbance.”
♡ has one hobby that they get really prickly about if people interrupt or make fun of it.
♡ “when did you finally decide to be helpful?”
♡ sees another character having a panic attack and asks them to quiet down so they can finish their crossword puzzle.
♡ “maybe if you were as tall as your ego you would have seen it.”
♡ other characters having to remind them to either pretend to care or not speak at all during important meetings/situations.
♡ “i could bring the heavens crashing down, remember that the next time you interrupt my coffee break.”
♡ being the key part of the team’s plan but will continuously sleep in.
REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!<3
How to vent about the same problem multiple times without people wanting to beat you to death with hammers
Whumpee stifles their sobs behind their hand. They stare at the ceiling, trying to calm themself down after a particularly nasty nightmare. Finally, the tears stop and whumpee can catch their breath long enough to look at whumper next to them in bed.
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