The hero shivered in the cold, bundled up in a coat. Their ride was supposed be here a half an hour ago. Out of the blue, a lone taxi pulled up to the curb.
“Need a ride?” The driver asked.
The hero knew that voice. They peeked inside. The villain.
“Not a chance in hell,” the hero hissed. “Get out of here.”
“Come in,” the villain said. “What did I ever do to you?”
“Should I start listing things?”
“Come on. The snow’s about to start.”
The hero looked up. The sky was a concerning shade of grey. Freezing to death, or an unpleasant car ride. They briefly weighed their options.
“Fine,” the hero conceded.
They got right in the passenger seat and reached for a control knob. “But I choose the music.”
hero keeping villain as a trophy, showing them off at parties and letting anyone do whatever they want to them
Loss of consciousness
I dont want to be exposed to varying and diverse fandom opinions I love my echo chamber #myechochamber
“I’m not leaving you here, you understand me?!”
i love characters angstily refusing to look at someone
when they’re ashamed or guilty or scared and they want to keep the peace for just a little longer. they know it’s going to go downhill soon so they’re holding onto the last little shred of calmness they have even if it’s fake
and then the character they’re worried about being mad gently grips their chin and says in a quiet voice “hey, can you look at me?” AAAAA then they hesitate. there’s no way that character isn’t mad at them, this is too good to be true. it just makes them refuse to look up more because they want this dream to last forever and ever
but after a few moments of holding back, they slowly look up, tears in their eyes, to see that the character truly isn’t upset with them. if anything, the character visibly relaxes when they finally make eye contact, confirming to the character that, maybe they’re not okay right now, but they will be eventually
bonus points if they’re injured somehow, esp on their face, and the person that’s holding them drags a finger near the wound in concern, examining it and making sure it’s not worse than it looks 😍😍😍
OMG
whumpee being kept as just a blood source~
it’s just so much more dehumanizing, getting tossed around and kept restrained and covered in bruises and bite marks all the time, always on the precipice of deleriousness from the constant blood loss. weak and angry and desperate but too drained of blood and energy to do anything but snarl and struggle weakly against the ropes that keeps their hands behind them
I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"
Continuing on if you have lmao
May 1. "Don't leave me here."
May 2. Major character death
May 3. Shattered trust
May 4. Bleeding out
May 5. "I can't feel my hands."
May 6. Buried alive
May 7. Feverish and delusional
May 8. Shackled
May 9. Wrong place, wrong time
May 10. "You don’t remember me, do you?"
May 11. Cursed to suffer
May 12. Dragged back
May 13. Choking on blood
May 14. Paranoia setting in
May 15. "Please, just kill me."
May 16. Held at knifepoint
May 17. Left behind
May 18. Possessed
May 19. "I swear it wasn't me."
May 20. Overworked and collapsing
May 21. Stabbed in the back
May 22. Trapped with them
May 23. No way out
May 24. "You were never supposed to find out."
May 25. Drugged and defenseless
May 26. Branding iron
May 27. Forced into silence
May 28. Tied to the altar
May 29. Haunting whispers
May 30. "This isn't real."
May 31. Escape... or not?
Alt 1. Crawling to safety
Alt 2. No anesthesia
Alt 3. Drenched in something awful
Alt 4. The sound of chains
Alt 5. Shoved into a tight space
Alt 6. A wound that won’t heal
Alt 7. Gasping for breath
Alt 8. Marked for death
Alt 9. Waking up somewhere unfamiliar
Alt 10. "It’s already too late."
Whumpees been taken for ransom from right under caretaker’s nose. Weeks pass before they get the call with demands for a chance at getting them back.
But caretaker will hear none of it until they hear whumpee’s voice over the phone.
“Whumpee are you okay?! Have they hurt you?” They cry over the phone.
“….”
“I’m alive.”
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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