#hehe supervillain go brrrr

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Please tell me mans is gonna beg some more, especially just weak little mumbles if he has a fever 😌😌

Also, the idea of him being restrained to stop him pulling out his iv is *chef's kiss*

Anon, not only is he going to beg with those cute little mumbles, he's going to struggle with his IV until he's too weak. He's going to drift in and out of consciousness and wake up only to realize he's too weak to even move his arm up to the IV anymore. He's going to be terrified and his shaking hands are going to jerk upwards weakly as tears stream down his face and he sobs. And once he's fully out, Medic's going to move and he's going to wake up ever-so-slightly stronger but restrained.

So yeah he might beg. Like once. :)

#supervillaingoesbrr #oh this is an evill ask #i love it #whump #whump writing #joy writes stuff #a trade #ask #anon #anon ask #hehe supervillain go brrrr

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A Trade- Chapter 3

How could you! Anons and followers of “A Trade”, you’ve captured my brain with your asks and interactions. Instead of being a productive human, I’ve stayed up all night writing. >:0 So fine, take this, and enjoy <3 **Warning- This is The Whump Chapter™. Please check the tags if you may be uncomfortable. I’ve put the tags specific to this chapter before any others. Stay safe! --- Tags: @shydragonrider

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He had considered having a safety measure in place, but for the first time in his life, he was finally free. As "Supervillain" he had always had to be on the run, had to be careful, to clean up every single track he left. But now, with the Operator...

He let out a giggle. It had seemed so stupid, so stereotypical, before this moment, yet the actualization of his plan for the first time in- ever, he realized, was too sweet not to celebrate.

He had practiced so many times that he was sure he could do it. He added the reagent into the tiny slot in the cube, watching through his night goggles with glee as the reaction began.

In the next moment, the lenses shattered and he was plunged into darkness.

And the next, blinding light filled his vision as the ground began to shake.

He was thrown to the ground by the explosion, as was most of the building. Half of it managed to remain standing, while the other half- directly above him- collapsed. With the wind knocked out of him, he could only flail for a moment before something slammed into him from behind.

Stars sparked in his vision as he gasped for air, still scrabbling for hold amongst the debris. The interwoven beams from the ceiling had crashed on top of him, trapping him not only across the waist, but also by his ankle. He could barely feel the ankle, and, sure that it was broken, tried his best to keep still.

He didn't succeed.

The beam that had fallen across him, covering the whole of his back, had been supporting several pipes, probably rain gutters, which also fell on top of him. But the tips of those pipes was angled directly at the Operator and its reaction. Even from ten feet away, he could clearly feel the heat from it. Not just on his face, but on his back. As the water inside those pipes began to be heated- to boil, even- the metal began to heat as well.

No matter how much Supervillain writhed and struggled, he was hopelessly pinned.

Finally, he could no longer hold back a scream as his skin was scorched. He flailed wildly, panic and pain clouding his logic. He tried to destroy one of the pipes to no avail; another, the same. Finally, he broke through the last.

As water dripped down the pipe, fed through the ceiling, the steam travelled right back up and out of the hole. Directly onto his skin.

He screamed his throat raw, straining to escape the agony. His skin was burning up, moisture only adding more heat and more tears to his eyes. His heart was pounding as he tried to drag his body away, blind panic weakening his struggles.

After he had exhausted himself, he began to black out, fading out of consciousness only to return still screaming, for hours. Desperate, terrified, and alone, he begged for help, for rescue. For someone, anyone to please, do something, stay with him, help him, please.

Eventually, he could barely think, succumbing to wordless cries and sobs.

He had hidden the Operator so far in the dense, dense forest, that no one would ever find him.

#tw burns #tw natural disaster? kind of? #TW: begging #fire #chemical reaction #steam burns are not fun #loss of consciousness #head injury #screaming #listen idk what counts as a trigger #better safe than sorry #anyways back to your regularly scheduled tags #hehe supervillain go brrrr #whump #whump writing #whumper #whumpee #whumper/ee #whumper turned whumpee #medic #healer #villain #supervillain whumpee #no whumper this chapter #natural disaster whump #*sniffs air* y'all smell bbq? #multiple whumpees #mans got a taste of his own medicine #kind of #*slaps roof of supervillain* this fucker can hold so much burns

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I burned my fingers recently (Fire does not burn a dragon, but apparently skillets that come out of the oven do). So I can't imagine how Supervillain is feeling if his entire back, along with other parts of his body, is burned. Mans must be "sore"

Oh he is indeed very "sore" :) And I'm sure the moving around he did trying to escape ripped more skin than necessary...

My when he gains consciousness again, I sure hope he's out from under the pipes and doesn't, you know... Do it again?

#dangittttt i love how you make me think #also oof i hope the fingers are okay #whump #whump writing #ask #joy writes stuff #hehe supervillain go brrrr