whumpee being treated as a show pet. dragged around to do things with whumper or carewhumper because they’re dressed up nice, wearing expensive things.
whumpee being reminded to smile, because if they frown, they’re bound to be punished in the same clothes that make them pretty. they best not get their expensive items dirty.
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Shay struggles to make friends
[[MORE]]Shay should be able to make friends. Like everyone else could. People click at each other and seem to click effortlessly. It wasn’t hard; Shay was just stupid and needed to stop making excuses.
Their stomach tightened as they watched people smile and laugh with each other, knowing they’d have to work twice as hard to do the same. Who said relationships were supposed to be fun, after all?
They couldn’t complain about being lonely when they hadn’t tried hard enough. They’d attempted to talk about it, and they were told to go meet people. So that’s what they were going to do-meet people, and those people would like them enough to care about them and want to listen to them.
They understood relationships, they thought. They were being selfish if they didn’t hurt. They needed to smile and pretend to be interested in people, and maybe people would care about them.
They went in with this attitude at the bar, watching people talk around them easily. They saw another person, a short woman with copper skin, watching another conversation, without any of the insecurity Shay had. She probably had a lot of friends who liked her; she didn’t feel like a failure when people didn’t. Shay approached her, smiled, and offered to buy her a drink. They noted a cane leaning on the barstool.
She was open to them at first, asking questions about themselves and seemingly taking an interest in them. Instead of making them feel better, they just felt terrified. Most people didn’t want to learn about them, not when they were so stupid and pathetic. If she were disappointed, it would be all their fault. They did their best to be entertaining, but she looked bored at the end of it anyway and they wanted to choke her.
It scared them, how much they wanted to hurt people over small things, but they couldn’t stop thinking about it. Other people got to be cared about and loved, why were they the ones who had to work so hard for it? She had seemed bored and excused herself, saying she wanted to try to meet someone else. And she did, she met with a tall man who she seemed to enjoy the company of far more, who she listened to and smiled at. Shay hated him, and wanted to hurt him too. Why did he get to have her attention? They’d worked so hard for it, why was it so hard for anyone to like them?
They tried to take deep breaths, tried to resist the urges to hurt them over something so stupid. But it hadn’t worked in the past, had it?
They syringed both of them later. The two woke up in the basement. Shay would make them see what it was like to hurt.
My Ocs masterlist:
[[MORE]]Drizzle: Cane user, 5'1, terrified of the world. Fawning whumpee. Here’s her character sheet.
https://characterhub.com/character/drizzle-cabanara
Snow: Drizzle’s main whumper who sells her out in the fantasy au.
Shelia: A lumberjack built woman who accidentally finds people walking on her murder and kidnaps them instead of killing them due to her morals.
Celia: Drizzle’s creepy manager in the modern au, likes harassing her and remaining her of her trauma.
Tristah: My short, scrappy, power-hungry whumper that tortures and rapes for fun.
Shay: Emotionally unstable whumper that kidnaps people who reject them, or who they think reject them.
Ellie: Lab whumper who enjoys using drugs to bring people down.
Feel free to ask about any of them. I’ll try to get character sheets up soon. I’ll also start putting more of their writing here.
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About a year! It’s mentioned very briefly in (I think the second?) post for this story!
Hiiiiiiii!!! I’m doing relatively good 😋😋
Spoilers about some things I have planned for this story under the cut:
[[MORE]]My characters tend to have minds of their own, so what I can say at this point is that it is not in my plans for them to try to escape. I cannot be held to this decision later if Aven changes their mind 😂
The other thing I can for sure say, is that Aven will not be complacent or cooperative in the long term. Once they get over their current state of hopelessness, they will take certain actions.
Im on a bit of a kick, if you couldnt tell. Also this is like. The longest ive ever had a series go on on this blog, my main blog, or any of my side blogs. Yay!!!
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Contents: kidnapping and restraints (not maliciously, if that makes sense), fantasy prejudice (stereotypes about people with different kinds of powers)
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Luna blinked her eyes open, wincing as the bright lamp shone on her. Her arms were sore… and her legs.
She was in an apartment. A smaller… a bigger? Luna’s never been in an appartment- she was unconscious an appartment, with yellow greenish walls and a small kitchen she could see from the couch she was sitting on. In there was a person with dark skin and hair down to their shoulders.
… Luna was in some stranger’s appartment after passing out in the arms of Mystifire.
The person in the kitchen looked over s Luna sat up straight. “Wait- dont-”
Suddenly she was on the floor. More struggling confirmed that she was in fact bound- her hands behind her and her feet in front of her.
“Sh- kid-” the person was kneeling in front of her now, hands up in the air. “Its me, Mystifire. My name is Skylar, and m not going to use my powers on you again, okay? I just needed to talk to you.”
“You…” Luna kept her eyes trained on the hero, ready to bite or knee or whatever she could if they took a single step closer. “You kidnapped me. You-”
“I know Electromight wasnt your fault.”
… that made Luna stop. “You do?”
“Obviously. I…” they hesitated. “The heroes, the agency, theyre not looking for Shuteye, but they are looking for you out of mask. And with the Overseer and all the psychic politics if that got out youd be in even MORE trouble-”
“You know it was the Overseer.” Luna’s heart rate picked up. “Why am I tied up then?! And not at the hero agency- why cant you explain to them-”
“Youre tied up just so we could talk without you trying to punch me,” Mystifire… Skylar sucked in a breath through their teeth. “And… you’ve been a psychic all your life. I dont need to tell you… we dont exactly have hero material powers. Rooting around in people’s heads, influencing them- even just freezing you like that earlier, I broke a lot of codes…”
“So whyd you do it then?!” Luna hissed. She was… well, a lot younger and a lot smaller than Skylar, and even without weapons or armor shed be very outmatched, but she still did her best to look intimidating.
“Because only another psychic can understand how delicate this is.” They sighed, standing up and going back over to the kitchen. “Theres politics here- the Overseer doesnt have a lot of tact when it comes to her powers, as a villain with civilians obviously- but targeting a less powerful psychic is a dirty play. Have you been keeping tabs on her?”
Luna nodded, hesitantly. The Overseer was for sure the psychic she knew the least about and stayed away from the most, but she knew what Mystifire was getting at- “most people arent too accepting of our powers, so its important you take note of every psychic you meet. If youre down on your luck, most fellow psychics will help you out… and if you’ve made an enemy, you better know who exactly it is.”
Psychics were hard to come by though, and even harder to draw out. It was probably easy for the mind readers to find the community, but Luna was left grasping at straws. A while ago, two or three years ago there was a scandal about a pop star… Evan Iris being accused of pretending to have no powers so he could manipulate the public with his music. Of course there was Mystifire themself, it always created a stir when someone like that went into the hero business. Luna had plenty of notes on them, which is why she wasnt… too terrified out of her mind right now.
And then of course there was the Overseer, who was too terrifying to speak of.
Mystifire nodded back. “Youre young, but youre registered as a vigilante. Do you have any contacts, any psychics you can go to for help?”
Luna shook her head. She wasnt about to tell them her “contacts” consisted of them, The Overseer, and fucking Evan Iris. Knowing that Skylar could literally feel her embarrassment didnt help quell it.
“Well… ill see if anyone else can help.” Skylar came back over, setting a bowl of of admittedly amazing smelling soup in front of her. They looked up at her, smiling warmly. “Youre going to be all right, Shuteye. The Overseer’s not gonna find you.”
“Wait-” Luna shot up straight, fighting to get her hands free. “You cant take me away! What about Spectre?!”
“Oh, is she a friend of yours?” Skylar blinked. “I mean we’re psychics, if you dont want to leave without saying goodbye-”
“No, the Overseer!” Luna pleaded. “The Overseer’s taken her, we cant leave her with the Overseer and whoever else! We have to save her!”
Skylar’s face slowly contorted in fear. “Oh shit thats a lot more worrying than I initially thought… oh shit and if i tell the agency… look, Spectre is a vigilante, not a registered hero.”
Luna nodded, not liking the sound of this.
“Which means saving her, right now, is not in jurisdiction.” Mystifire sighed. “As things are, the best we can hope for is the Overseer getting arrested, and if Spectre is found, she’ll be arrested too. Not with as much a charge obviously, but thats the best we can hope for-”
Anger flared- Luna’s face heated up. “Thats such BULLSHIT- she deserves as much help as any other civilian would get! She has a life outside of this too-”
“But,” Mystifire cut her off, wincing. A hand flew to their temple… the sudden spike of fear and anger probably didnt feel too good- Luna remembered all the times shes been caught in a seemingly normal dream that suddenly plunged her into another person’s nightmare. “As long as we uh… keep this all quiet, I can contact some of my people and uhm… off record help your friend.”
Luna blinked… Mystifire- a hero- was going to help her rescue a vigilante. Another psychic found her, and wanted to work with her. “What can I do?”
“Keep your eyes peeled for any info on your friend.” Mystifire nodded. “Or that might alert… here. If you know any other vigilantes, or if you know any of Spectre’s friends, start reaching out to them. The Overseer is powerful- like holy hell REALLY powerful, but if we can find out where shes operating from, and catch her alone… you know how easy a psychic is to overwhelm.”
She thought of just how long shes been on her own, without her dad out on the streets… she was hoping Spectre would be part of her team. Someone she could lean on. But she was gone, and it was on Shuteye to save her. “Can I be untied now?”
Skylar processed that a moment. “… oh! Oh yes sorry- here, eat, and feel free to stay the night. I suspect well be working together for a while.”
[[MORE]]
I sooooo enjoy inflicting pain on my little ghost and the dreamcatcher. Surely nothing too terrible will happen to them :))
This is a longer one!
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Contents: a few near car collisions vaguely described, powers to do with emotion manipulating, passing out, human trafficking vaguely (labor)
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Luna generally didnt like going directly into heroes or villains’ minds. The villains for obvious reasons, but heroes… they had their agency and all, and shes REALLY rather not provoke it.
Which is why her stomach sank, seeing the headlines plastered all over the city screens.
ELECTROMIGHT EXPOSED
TEEN AT SCENE OF WILLING IDENTITY REVEAL
HERO’S FACE GOES VIRAL AFTER UNEXPECTED UNMASKING
UNKNOWN POWERS AT PLAY?!
EARLY RETIREMENT FOR PROMISING HERO
ANSWERS WANTED FROM AGGRAVATOR TEEN
Luna pulled her hood tight over her head, looking down. Shit shit shit… where could she go? Spectre would have protected her… but shes missing and no one is going to care.
Well… maybe thats not true.
She stopped in her tracks, looking into a store window. She walked in, idly, looking at the clothes that were way to expensive. All week shed been looking into the dreams of different villain associates, smuggles and weapon makers and muscle for hire, hoping to catch a sign of what the Overseer was planning without alerting the Overseer to what she was doing.
But jumping to another vigilante, or a hero she thought would actually help instead of turning her in… maybe creating a network of information gatherers, or god forbid a rescue team…
… yeah sure, that will go well. “Hello people with no budget for this, nor an official license and sometimes questionable morals! Want to help me fight the worst villain the city has ever seen to rescue some girl?”
Luna chuckled to herself. Maybe she could convince them if she offered a discount for her work.
Speaking of…
The sun was setting, and Luna put on her mask. Unfortunately Shuteye couldn’t return to that diner, her main base of operations… and also the roof where she kept her stuff.
Not that anywhere else would be safe… Shuteye had no idea how long it took the Overseer to find her, or if she’d been watching her long enough that she didnt need to look. She could be watching her now for all she knew.
“Thats the trick with us psychics, Luna.” Her father’s voice rang in her ears, as if she needed to be even more sad right now. “Its not about what we know, its about what they think we know. A psychic’s greatest strength is whatever the enemy thinks it is.”
She shook her head out. She wouldnt fall for that trick- she had no idea how the Overseer found her, but she wasnt going to act like she was watching her every move before she knew for sure. Thats what the Overseer wanted- her to be afraid.
“Hey kid.”
Shuteye jumped, whipping around to see a person in a tight purple costume, and a full face mask. A hero, one Shuteye knew of course. Mystifire, a fellow psychic. They were younger- a newer hero, with empathic powers.
Shuteye wasnt stupid. She didnt waste a second bolting down the street, narrowly dodging cars and their angry drivers.
“Kid- KID!” Mystifire shouted, throwing out their hands as they chased down the dream jumper.
A great fear wrapped its claws around Luna’s heart, squeezing tight. A car came to a stop in front of her, like a deer in headlights. She couldn’t breathe she couldn’t BREATHE- people were shouting- drivers yelling at her to get out of the road-
There was a hand on her shoulder, pulling her to the sidewalk. “Kid- kid, you’ve got to listen to me…”
A sense of calm pooled through her chest… oh. A hero was in front of her, holding her shoulders in place. She couldn’t run. But Mystifire… didnt look angry like Electromight did once freed from the mind control.
“Im going to let go my powers on you.” Mystifire looked her in the eyes. “Will you be all right if I do that?”
Shuteye blinked at her.
“… right.” Mystifire sighed. “Just… try not to freak out.”
As suddenly as it came on, the calm faded away, and Luna was looking up at a hero from the very agency Electromight was from. Holding her by the shoulders- at night with no one but the cars speeding along to see.
“Oh please no-”
Luna’s throat closed up, as her vision went black.
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“You better behave youself.”
Charlie was shoved into the room- she hasn’t seen this one before. Normally it’d be a boring looking office, nothing of note except maybe the little art trinkets on the shelves that she’d make sure to nab and sell at a pawn shop.
But in this boring office were two other people in masks. Like the Overseer though, those were the only things sealing their identities. The three villains were wearing… business casual.
… Charlie practically felt naked, just in the t shirt and bike shorts the Overseer had been having her dress in.
The Overseer pinched the inside of her arm, hard. Charlie only winced, not even realizing she had gone invisible.
“Gentlemen,” The Overseer nodded for everyone to take a seat, taking a chair for herself. There were only three places at the table. “Thank you for meeting me… though we were a bit behind schedule.”
“She giving you trouble?” One of the villains chuckled.
… oh, they were talking about Charlie.
“Nothing i couldn’t crush out of her,” The Overseer waved a hand dismissively. “And while id live to discuss those details another time, we are here for business. What did you think of my offer?”
“Thats a high price for some brat we dont even know will cooperate.” The more stoic of the two villains grunted. Charlie had always been bad at keeping her names and deeds and powers straight, and that skill did not improve in her weeks with the Overseer.
“Dont worry,” the Overseer put her elbows on the table. “Ill tail you three and make sure she stays in line. I want to see the fruits of my labor, as it were.”
“Tail us?!” The first villain hissed. “This is a sensitive operation, you cant just-”
“Oh, I cant?”
Ice shot through Charlie’s veins, even when she wasnt the one under the Overseer’s scrutiny. Her words had the same effect on the other two villains it seemed, both of them tensing up as the Overseer tilted her head.
“Sure I could deny the deal, I dont really need the money, or favors from you bitches,” the Overseer shrugged, casually. “But if you keep testing my fucking patience, I can make you regret ever stepping foot in my base, hm? So either accept my conditions, back out of the deal, or stop acting like ill bend to your wishes. Visible, ghostie.”
Charlie bit down a whimper, flicking back to light.
“… well take the deal.” The stoic villain said after a long moment, turning to look Charlie up and down. “Is she going to do the mission in her… what, pajamas?”
Mission?
“I’ll get her some better equipment.” The Overseer waved them off, standing up. “See you in a week, gentlemen.”
“Whats…” Charlie’s voice fell quiet as three pairs of eyes turned to look down at her. “Whats happening? What am I-”
She sucked in a breath as the Overseer tightly clamped a hand around her upper arm. “They need your body intact, but they dont care what I do to Shuteye, do they.”
Charlie forced her frozen neck to shake her head.
The Overseer hummed, looking back to the other two. “Looks like i habe some kinks to iron out. Feel free to see yourselves out.
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Been thinking very hard about whump and tickling. Hmm. Yes. Amazing stuff
It’s late and I’m tired but tomorrow i may dabble in a lil something bc I have many ideas,,,
What a despicably sexy piece of shit
Wade Wilder, my boy ✨
[Guys I have a confession: I’ve never drawn & rendered muscles before. Maybe like once a few years ago, but I have had ZERO practice because all my characters are TWINKS]
2 more chapters are out which means 4 more picrews are in order!
Nadia (#8-32) - 18 Years Old:
Blaine (#3-89) - 18 Years Old:
Jasper Windbreaker - 45 Years Old
Atticus Thistle - 43 Years Old
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