﹫BOYLiKE  —  [ Boy - Like ]

✙𓈒 paranoia flags ❞

1st flag is for those who experience low paranoia. 2nd flag is for those who experience fluid paranoia (could be going from none to low to high, etc.) 3rd flag is for those who experience high paranoia.

these flags are for people who have paranoia, i made these with people with paranoid disorders in mind (like me), but anyone who experiences paranoia can use these. the first three colours don't have any meaning but the last/bottom one means (in order) the level of paranoia! first one being low (green), second being fluid (yellow), and the last one being high (red/pink), almost like traffic lights!

don't use these if you're transid/transx.

dividers by @/iv-ry

Content: Drugs, recovery, medical whump.

You know what I love? Caretakers trying to give Whumpee the illusion of having a choice despite the both of them knowing they don't.

Asking Whumpee if they'd like Caretaker to step outside or sit with them while they take a bath. The answer has to be the latter - Whumpee is far too weak to be trusted alone in a tub full of water - but neither of them acknowledge that.

Letting them pick the specialist they see to distract them from the fact that they have to see someone.

Offering to help them get dressed or leave the room, but Whumpee is too weak to get dressed on their own.

They've gotta get a procedure done, but they can choose whether they want to be awake for it or not.

Offering to either feed Whumpee or let them do it themselves, knowing full well that the former is the only option.

They've gotta be put on drugs, but Caretaker lets them pick between injections or a pill.

Giving them the choice between several different bedrooms to distract them from the fact that they have to sleep alone.

Just. trying so hard to help them feel like they're in control of their situation, even though they're really not...

Aplatonic (apl for short) flags part 2 :3 ⭐️ (This set uses yellow, there's another set that uses green+blue+purple for apl instead.) (Due to the image limit, this is split into 4 posts.)

I noticed some a-spec flags were missing tertiary counterparts, so I made some. Some of these flags have already been made before, so they're not all original (I still wanted to have all the flags together in a set, and all in the same res).

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loveless apl | lovequeer apl | heartless apl

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aplvague | caedplatonic | autiapl

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I'll also note that some of these terms can have multiple names, with the "platonic", "aplatonic", & "apl" part being interchangeable. This isn't applicable to every term though. I also chose not to list everything to try to keep it brief. So for example, loveless apl can also be called loveless aplatonic.

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[A-spec flag sets masterpost]

Whump Prompts: Punishments

Content: Suffocation/asphyxiation, stress positions, restraints, wounds/injuries, collars, [implied] pet whump, force feeding, starvation, forced to hurt, [forced] self harm.

Forcing them to hold their arms out in front or beside them.

^^ Giving them something weighted to hold while they do that.

Cutting up the bottoms of their feet with a knife or a whip so they can't walk.

Sprinkling some salt into their open wounds.

Reopening old wounds.

Hanging them upside down from the ceiling by their feet.

Putting a reverse gag in their mouth so they're constantly gagging/struggling to breathe.

Keeping their collar too tight.

Giving them a good ole' beating.

Feeding them something that is going to give them food poisoning.

Not feeding them at all!

Feeding them too much, to the point of discomfort.

Crushing them under something heavy (mattresses, bricks, etc.)

Using them as a pin cushion.

Forcing them to drink their own blood.

Forcing them to hurt someone else, whether that be a stranger or someone they love.

Forcing them to hurt themself!

Forcing them to prepare everything for their punishment.

flag id: two flag with 6 stripes. the left flag's stripes are blue, light sky blue, cream, pale pinkish-red, dark dull pink, and dark faded pink-purple. the right flag's stripes are pink, light red, cream, pale sky blue, dull blue, and dark faded pink-purple. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

darciqueer | bennequeer

darciqueer: when one's opposite-gender attraction to women is explicitly queer due to one being bisexual and/or trans

bennequeer: when one's opposite-gender attraction to men is explicitly queer due to one being bisexual and/or trans

[pt: darciqueer: when one's opposite-gender attraction to women is explicitly queer due to one being bisexual and/or trans

bennequeer: when one's opposite-gender attraction to men is explicitly queer due to one being bisexual and/or trans. end pt]

for anon! colors are from/adjusted from/inspired by the queer chevron, trans, and bi flags, plus colors i use for darcian and bennetian flags/terms.

tags: @radiomogai, @orientation-archive | dni link

Little whump things from personal experience to make your story more realistic

CONTENT WARNING: mentions of being sick/vomiting, mentions of abuse, mentions of blood/bleeding, mentions of malnourishment, mentions of anxiety, mentions of tooth getting ripped out, mentions of trauma, mentions of nightmares

Kneeling with your legs open hurts more than kneeling with your legs closed

Your neck gets sweaty when you wear a choker/collar and it makes it super uncomfortable

You loose hair when you’re malnourished and black out when you get up too quickly

When you’re anxious/scared, you feel your internal organs shake and it’s weird and freaky and uncomfortable

Not being able to cry anymore does not mean you don’t ever feel like crying or the pain that comes with crying. There’s just no tears that come out and no relief after

Crying is really tiring

Walking when your legs are numb feels weird and surreal. It’s really hard to stay up

Your body gets cold when you loose blood, even if it’s not a lot

If you loose blood in your wrists, you will struggle with moving your fingers normally after, even if it wasn’t a big blood loss

Boredom is agonizing

If you feel sick, it will take a while before you vomit. You will feel your blood concentrate on your stomach, so you loose blood in your legs and arms and you’re lightheaded and trembling

If you take anti-vomiting medicine when you already feel sick, you will have the feeling of being just about to vomit for hours. It’s agonizing, you can’t stop trembling, you’re cold and you can’t walk. You’re also exhausted.

If you don’t drink enough water and hold in your pee for too long, you get an infection and can pee blood. It’s terrible and hurts so much and you have to go to the hospital. It feels like you have a blade in your urethra and you fear peeing all the time

You get angry at everything when you’re hungry. You’re easily irritated and the smallest thing can make you mad

Getting your tooth crushed and ripped out is one of the worst pains you can experience

Everyone becomes desperate for touch/attention/praise at some point

If you’re traumatized, you have big memory loss and won’t remember much from before and even during

Everyone needs to get their frustrations/emotions out in some way, it can be singing, yelling, hurting yourself, hurting others, etc

Swallowing something you don’t like is physically hard and painful

Not stretching everyday even when you want to is painful and makes you feel out of place in your own body

Not being able to breathe through you nose is horrible

If you have anxiety, fighting back can be impossible, even if it’s a life or death situation

At some point of exhaustion, it can become physically impossible to move, no matter what

PTSD nightmares are a lot different than what you might think. I made a post about it here

If you’re sleeping when you’re cold, you’ll constantly wake up but be unable to move even if the temperature is easily solvable due to exhaustion and being cold

Your hair gets disgusting and greasy when you don’t wash it regularly

If you don’t clean your ears often it will become uncomfortable and you won’t hear as clearly as usual

Feeling of asymmetry can be agonizing for some people

There’s always a point in life when you’re suffering where you don’t care if you live or die anymore

I know I said it already but it’s important; your memory is absolute shit when you have trauma

You still have nightmares, you still flinch, you still panic even multiple years after the traumatic event happened

If you’re not a trained fighter, there’s always a moment of shock and confusion before reaction in stressful events

Everyone has their limits. Everyone. Even the whumper

Some people are beyond redeemable

You don’t have to forgive to heal

You can become physically unable to say your abuser’s name and look them in the eyes

Loud sounds can become terrifying (vacuum cleaners, juice mixers or whatever they’re called, hair dryers, etc)

At some point, you become unable to tell the difference between pain and uncomfort because you’ve grown accustomed to it so you don’t realize you’re actually in pain until it becomes agonizing

You don’t mention your pain to anyone because no one could do anything about it anyways and you don’t want to bother them

Freedom feels weird when you have it for the first time in years

You might wake up in the safety of your house but not recognize where you are and panic for a while before realizing where you are

If you have any questions I’d be glad to answer them! And don’t feel shy to add anything to the list!!

Also, those are all things I’ve been through so they’re from my perspective, but I tried making them as neutral as possible. If you have a different perspective, please share it!

Image id: rectangular flag with seven stripes that are, in order, : wine red, orangy pink, pale orange, pastel yellow, light lime, tealish green, deep aqua. /end id

Image id: rectangular flag with five stripes that are, in order, : orangy pink, pale orange, pastel yellow, light lime, tealish green /end id

Image id: rectangular flag with seven stripes that are, in order, : wine red, orangy pink, pale orange, pastel yellow, light lime, tealish green, deep aqua. /end id

pt: aromantic gaybian/end pt

aromantic gaybian

for lesbian visibility week i’ll be posting a lesbian related term everyday ! for today it is;

aromantic gaybian! for those who are both aromantic and gaybian.

the weary feverish whumpee aesthetic™

I love it when a whumpee is so weak that they:

are bedridden, much to their discomfort. They long to leave the bed, but cannot because they are too weak, and their legs shake at the thought of taking even a single step.

can't keep their eyes open. Their eyelids flutter but due to tiredness and too much light, they always close again. However, the whumpee has learned to rely on other senses, and is able to recognize the caretaker's voice or touch among a thousand others.

have to always lie down. They try to sit up, perhaps to eat something, but after a few minutes their head starts spinning and their body starts screaming because of the effort. Much to their chagrin, they have to force themselves back down or else they will likely pass out.

are not hungry. Their body can't handle even plain broth, making them queasy and dizzy. So they continue to refuse food, their only source of livelihood, and this obviously worsens their condition.

are too sensitive to touch. Their skin that seems to boil with fever, the bedsheets that rub down their limbs like sandpaper, the hair that sticks to their sweaty forehead, even the simple touch of the caretaker, a touch that is supposed to comfort them. They start to hate all these little things.

Please, feel free to add more.

Okay mock executions are fucking terrifying I have not seen nearly enough of them in the whump community.

Whumpee who knows they’re going to die the next week/day/few hours and there’s nothing they can do to stop it. The panic and desperation with no outlet. They claw at their restraints and throw themself at the door to their cell, uncaring as bruises bloom across their skin, or as blood begins to build up underneath their nails. They’re willing to sacrifice everything for the futile, fleeting hope of escape. They scream and beg until their voice goes hoarse even though there’s no one nearby to listen. Eventually, they crumple in on themself to the awful realization that their future is set and cut. They can’t even sleep without their dreams being plagued with this lingering terror. Maybe they’ve seen Whumper kill someone in the manner they’ve told Whumpee they are to be executed, so Whumpee can’t even pretend to think that maybe Whumper is bluffing.

When the day comes, they still haven’t settled into their fate. They’re absolutely hysterical, doing everything they can to stay away from Whumper and [insert place where they were planned to be executed]. Of course, this does nothing. If they won’t walk, Whumper’s men will simply drag them. At one point maybe Whumpee manages to break free for a short moment of hope, managing to throw their elbow against Henchman’s stomach and twist away, actions fueled only by the adrenaline flooding their mind. They take a single desperate lunge towards the door, before something hard catches them upside the head and knocks them down. Their vision is fuzzy and fleeting, hearing nothing but a faint ringing. Maybe they’re unconscious altogether as Henchman picks them up and continues to drag them towards their final destination.

Whumper plays out everything the way it was intended. They tie the blindfold over Whumpee’s eyes, exchange their chains for softer restraints. Whatever. Then when it comes time for the strike, for the blade to pierce through their chest or slit across their neck, all that Whumpee feels is a small prick against their neck, something cold flood through their body before their thoughts collapse under the intensify of the stress and their mind gives out.

Wherever they wake the following day, let it be somewhere much worse than death’s doorstep or a place so peaceful Whumpee couldn’t even begin to comprehend, Whumpee will be terrified. Panicked and confused. Their thoughts will have no answer as they realized there is no one else around to answer their cries. They wonder if this is death, the afterlife or whatever it was called.

That hope is crushed, replaced by even more of a helpless confusion as Whumper strolls through the door moments later, grinning as they ran their fingers across the sharp of a blade.

Make a whumpee beg for something they need so desperately, without any pointers on how their new whumper likes it.

Make them play trial and error.

It’s so much more humiliating that way.

‘Please—I don’t know how to please you—‘

‘Maybe I just like to keep you guessing.’

Make them scramble. Make them panic.

Make them throw darts at the wall until something sticks.

Let them sit and slowly suffocate in how much worse this is—that any sick, humiliating shit they do or say or offer is volunteered from their own brain, rather than something they’ve been ordered to do.

When nothing makes the pain stop, watch them get desperate. Let them slowly splinter and crumble away until they’re begging for orders—forgetting entirely what it was they wanted in the first place. all they want now is to be told what to do, how to please you—anything to make it stop.