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✙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

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.

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

flag id: a flag with 7 stripes, which are medium dark indigo, faded blue, light sky blue, white, light yellow, soft orange, and red-pink. 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.

binatranonbin: identifying as a binary gender in an inherently nonbinary way due to being trans

[pt: binatranonbin: identifying as a binary gender in an inherently nonbinary way due to being trans. end pt]

for anon! the purple and yellow are adjusted from the nonbinary flag and the blue and pink and adjusted from the trans flag. i made the nonbinary and binary trans colors fade into each other to represent the inherent nonbinarity of one's binary gender. the term is 'bina' from 'binary', 'tran' from 'trans', + 'nonbin' from 'nonbinary'!

tags: @radiomogai | dni link

[All IDs in alt text]

⚥ Gaybian Boygirl / Girlboy ⚥

[PT: Gaybian Boygirl/Girlboy]

A flag for those who are both Boygirls // Girlboys and Gaybian [link]! A Gaybian Boygirl // Girlboy!

[PT: A flag for those who are both Boygirls / Girlboys and Gaybian [link]! A Gaybian Boygirl / Girlboy! End PT]

2023 Coinfight Revenge Against :: @primuscapere worth 7 points! (Both a revenge and a non-gender term)!

If you enjoy what I create, consider leaving a tip on Ko-Fi (link)! /nf

Tagging :: @kiruliom @radiomogai @idem-obscura @the-mogai-archives @horrgores @hisreturn @haunted-thing @electrosaccharine @keyringmogai

Taglist :: Here [link]

narcaro - a romantic orientation on the aro spectrum where NPD affects how you experience romantic attraction. for example, you may only be attracted to people who prioritize you over others or praise you consistently, or people you view as an equal. it could also mean pursuing romantic interests as a way of seeking validation through being desired, without necessarily actually being in love. anyone with npd or who suspects they may have npd or its symptoms can use this label regardless of how they feel they identify with it

colors are the browns from the npd flag and the greens from the aro flag

[ID: a horizontal flag with 6 stripes. from top to bottom: dark reddish brown, light brown, dark mossy green, a medium yellow-green, light yellowish gray and eggshell. end ID]

narc abuse believers and anti-npd truthers PLEASE leave this post alone

HOPELESS ROMANTIC ARO — for aromantics who are hopeless romantics

Nonbinary Lesboy

Happy pride month!

I've been looking for a non-binary lesboy flag on Tumblr but found no results, so I came up with one!

💜🩷🤍🩵💚 GAYBIAN FLAG 💜🩷🤍🩵💚

What is a Gaybian?

There are many ways to be gaybian! some may see it as being homosexual or having queer attraction for men and women!

Why not just use bisexual?

Not every gaybian feels bisexual! That is just the simple definition but it stretches across a broad section of categories, such as bi lesbians/bi gays, abrosexuals, bigender ppl, and more!

I myself am gaybian! I've come out to a few people on being gay/lesbian and/or gaybian! only 3 ppl irl know so far but I'm hoping to tell my sister some time this week :3

I hope you all enjoy! happy pride month!

I made this flag using the ocean gay flag and the femme flag!

mspec lesbian blinkies made by @bi-lesbian

﹫GiRLLiKE  —  [ girl - like ]

A gender describing oneself as girllike! Not inherently feminine in nature, but can be — it is up to the user! Girllike can also be used as a suffix for other genders … for example, bpdgirllike ( for when one is or has the qualities of a bpd and being girllike ) or catgirllike ( for when one is or has the qualities of a cat[girl] and being girllike ).

[ iMAGE iD ] two flags with nine stripes. the first and last lines are wavy. the first line concaves on the left side of the wave; the last line concaves on the right side of the wave. other than that, the lines are straight across. the colors in order from top to bottom are as follows: desaturated purple, rosy purple, desaturated peach, off-white, white, off-white, desaturated peach, rosy purple, desaturated purple. the second image is the exact same with the addition of a heart in the middle, with a gradient from desaturated purple, to off-white, to desaturated purple and a white glow around the symbol. 

﹫BOYLiKE  —  [ boy - like ]

A gender describing oneself as boylike! Not inherently masculine in nature, but can be — it is up to the user! Boylike can also be used as a suffix for other genders … for example, bpdboylike ( for when one is or has the qualities of bpd and being boylike ) or dogboylike ( for when one is or has the qualities of a dog[boy] and being boylike ).

[ iMAGE iD ] two flags with nine stripes. the first and last lines are wavy. the first line concaves on the left side of the wave; the last line concaves on the right side of the wave. other than those two, the lines are straight across. the colors in order from top to bottom are as follows: dark desaturated teal, faded blue, gray-teal, desaturated green, mint green, off-white, mint green, desaturated green, gray-teal, faded blue, dark desaturated teal. the second image is the exact same with the addition of a heart in the middle, with a gradient from gray-teal to off-white to gray-teal and a white glow around the symbol.

Whumpee being manhandled into restraints:

Shoved up against a wall and handcuffed.

Pinned to the floor and handcuffed.

Fighting for each limb as they’re forced down on a table, slowly secured by leather restraints.

Overwhelmed by multiple Whumpers, each one working to subdue them.

Yanked back by their hair so a collar or rope can easily be fitted around their throat.

Pinned while in combat (double points for being caged against a wall or trapped in a chokehold)

Improvised restraints like belts, sheets, or clothing when Whumpee won’t be still enough to retrieve proper ones.

Manhandled in a hospital bed, held down for the duration of a procedure.

Injected with a chemical restraint, a sedative or numbing agent that quickly bleeds the fight out of them.

Struggling as a muzzle is wrestled over their head and secured.

A blow to the head that knocks Whumpee out or makes them too dizzy to fight anyone off.

12

[tw intimate whumper, noncon kissing, noncon touching, conditioning, captivity]

"N-no," Whumpee breathed, muscles locking up in sheer terror and disgust as Whumper leaned in to press a kiss to their cheek. They didn't have the energy — or the courage — to scream about it anymore. They weren't being rude... they were pleading. "Please. I don't– I don't want this, please..."

Whumper moved even closer, completely trapping them against the wall. The best Whumpee could do was turn their head to the side and squeeze their eyes shut, but even that was futile when they were grabbed by the chin, helpless to let their captor position them however they pleased. "Feeling polite tonight?" Whumpee could hear the smirk in their voice without looking.

They would have to swallow the mockery if they wanted to get anywhere.

"Yes, sir." They held their breath, hoping the title came across as sincere instead of the taunt Whumpee wished it could've been. When Whumper didn't hit them, they cautiously opened their eyes, relieved to see them taken aback. "Please?"

It was their last... line of defence? Resort? Lifeline? And frankly, it wasn't much. Relying on the humanity and mercy of a soulless monster who had kidnapped and tortured them for weeks now was a hopeless gamble. But it was all they had: genuine desperation, and a willingness to show some vulnerability.

Whenever Whumpee had put on an act of defiance, Whumper responded in kind, breaking them down brutally and without an ounce of pity. Whenever they had grown too tired to physically protest, their captor had held them and feigned care, cooing and running gentle fingers through their hair. So maybe now that they were being earnest and giving Whumper exactly what they wanted... maybe now, they would consider indulging them just a little. Just for the night.

"You're tired of fighting, aren't you?" Whumper asked softly, moving their hand to cup Whumpee's cheek. "It's understandable. It gets pretty damn tiring, after a while."

Whumpee made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, but one warning glance from Whumper was enough to keep them in line. But they were hopeful. Whumper's tone was almost caring, if they allowed themself to dream a little. "Please, stop touching me. I can't– I can't do this. Not tonight."

"I don't want you to think I don't appreciate this change in attitude. I do." Whumper leaned in for another kiss on the cheek, and Whumpee shivered. "And I can and will reward you for it. But the thing is... I can't reward you by going against everything I expect from you."

No. No, they couldn't– they couldn't– they were being so polite! They were well-behaved! They were honest, they– they'd debased themself appropriately!

Whumpee felt panic rising in their chest as Whumper went in for a real kiss this time, pressing their lips against theirs, slowly and sweetly like it was all consensual. Whumpee placed both of their hands on their captor's chest, not really making an effort to push them away yet. They didn't have the strength; neither physical, nor mental.

"I'm going to reward you by being gentle," Whumper murmured. "And we don't have to do much either. We can take it slow, and I can just show you how it could be, if you were to behave. It doesn't have to be that constant fighting, Whumpee. We can spend a nice night together."

"B-but– but I don't– please, I don't want–"

"Shh, listen to what I'm telling you, love." They placed their own hand on top of Whumpee's, and Whumpee realised they still weren't trying to shove them away. "We're going to spend this night together either way. Because I want to. But it doesn't have to be torture."

Tears were streaming down their face by this point, and they made no move to wipe them away. There was no point. The worst part was how their abused mind jumped at the sliver of comfort the words offered, even though it was less than the bare minimum. It was still a promise of endless coercion and violation.

"Okay," they heard themself say anyway. Their voice was thick with painful resignation, yet light enough that they weren't even sure they'd said it once their mouth had stopped moving. They didn't want to believe they'd said it.

But Whumper smiled, giving them another peck on the lips. "It really can be nice, you know. Even if you don't believe me yet. Let me show you how accomodating I can be, whenever I don't have to worry about you clawing my eyes out."

It's nice when a whumpee is fighting against being restrained, and upon failing to escape just lets out this guttural scream as they writhe in their binds. Maybe they start sobbing in the middle of it, or maybe the scream slowly dies down when someone sedates the whumpee

Day 4. Four Calling Birds - Hosted By @amonthofwhump

Muzzled | Memories/Flashbacks | Favorite Holiday Memories

(TW: anxiety mentions, muzzle/bit, intimidation, threatening dialogue, implied past abuse, pet whump, kennel/caging)

They didn't know why they did it in the first place. They were stupid, stupid to think that he wouldn't hear when they'd said it so loudly to him. They even tried to hide it in their sobs but he'd tormented them so badly, they couldn't control the single word that might cost them their tongue.

In all their years with Whumper, they didn't utter such damning protest. Whumpee had never gone as far as to tell him 'no'. Especially not as loudly and as demanding as they had en route to a direct question of his. But now the damage was done and hours later, they laid in wait for him to punish them.

When the door creaked open and Whumper's shoes tapped at the flooring, each step made their heart skip the beat he aligned with. It was agonizing but they listened for his arrival and kept their head low in their kennel.

Nothing was said but Whumper opened their cage and left the door wide, insinuating he wanted them to come out. They crawled through the opening and sat just outside, waiting obediently for command.

"I know you remember what you did," Whumper spoke in an easy voice, intentionally trying not to startle them yet.

"Y-Yes, sir.." They saw the edge of something leather bulging from their pocket and they already knew it wouldn't be fun for them.

"I think you've been too spoiled if you're losing control from a little pain." He announced and took out the item they had been living in anxiety from. A muzzle with an internal bit.

They wanted to beg, to plead again but they swallowed it back, they wouldn't allow themselves to speak out. They couldn't earn something worse, he was indeed being gracious when they themselves thought they deserved to be muted. Their Master must have really been thoughtful with his punishment.

"Open your mouth pet, for telling your Master 'no'." He ordered lowly, intending to give no room for question.

They merely complied. They dropped their jaw and refused to look at him as he placed the bit between their teeth and strapped the first buckle to the back of their head. A second strap latched a small external cage over their parted lips and crossed behind their ears. It wasn't too bad until he tightened it.

He pulled the tension as far as it could go and shoved the center nail into the shortest latching hole to secure it. He heard them gag and sputter, fighting for a moment against the metal shoving against their tongue. They wheezed and fought for breath with panic but forced themselves calm at the risk of passing out.

"There there, surely this is better than a clipped tongue, right?" When he raked a hand through their hair, it didn't comfort them and they stifled another gag. They couldn't bear the thought of how long they would be left in the torturous device.

"I know if you could thank me, you would."

Whump Prompts: Desperation

Whump prompts masterlist

Content: Implied starvation, begging, captivity, escape, wounds/injuries, betrayal.

Clawing at whatever's closest to them.

Consuming something that they'd otherwise never go near.

Holding onto something or someone so hard that their arms start to tremble.

Screaming for help until their throat is hoarse.

Knowingly injuring themselves or someone else as they attempt to escape.

Accepting deals before knowing what the other person wants from them because what they're promising sounds so good.

Begging someone they don't like for something.

Using whatever is around to patch up a wound, even if they know it'll make things worse in the long run.

Seeking comfort from their captor because they're the only one around.

Offering more than they can give in exchange for something.

Going to unsafe measures to keep themselves or someone else safe.

Betraying someone they care about in exchange for freedom.

it hurts? ask me to stop, then. say please. god, yeah, just like that. fuck, you’re so cute. keep going, i’m close. i know it’s too much, baby. you can kick and scream. do you need help screaming? you’re pretty when you’re scared. oh, are you crying? you’re so good to me.

A trope I adore: not only a drugged Whumpee, but the act of drugging Whumpee.

Pinning Whumpee’s arm to the ground or a table, keeping them still enough to push the needle into their arm

Causing a sharp, sudden pain that makes Whumpee cry out, their mouth opened just long enough to shove a pill inside—then holding a hand over Whumpee’s nose and mouth until they swallow or suffocate

Forcing Whumpee to drink something they know is laced (or don’t)

Waving a strong chemical beneath an unconscious or exhausted Whumpee’s nose, and watching the effects hit their system almost immediately

Making Whumpee finish a suspiciously chalky meal

Restraining Whumpee and hooking them up to a constant drip of fluids meant to keep them docile. Bonus: Whumpee fighting tooth and nail to keep the needle from their arm because they know—once it’s in, there’s no chance to escape

forever thinking about recapture

whumpee getting grabbed on their way home and dragged into a car thats hauntingly familiar

whumpee getting chloroformed again while a familiar voice is telling them to relax

or alternatively "did you really think i'd let you run?"

whumpee realising their home has been broken into and finding a threatening message somewhere. even just a found you scribbled on the wall

whumpee attacked while they're fumbling with the key to get inside, then promptly shoved inside the apartment and being tied up in their own bedroom

whumpee approached in a public setting, frozen in fear and unable to alert anyone because they know whumper has the ability to cause a bloodbath and they don't want to get innocent civilians involved

whumpee approached in a public setting and whumper showing them a photo of a tied up caretaker in a room that has served as whumpee's prison for months. "how about a trade?"

whumpee waking up in a familiar cell, having panic attack after panic attack, sobbing and screaming their throat raw because this can't be happening again

whumpee going docile and quiet as soon as they realise what's happening, their conditioning kicking in to protect them

"i'm so glad you still remember me"

"you haven't forgotten your manners, have you?"

"i heard you went to therapy, hm? i hope they haven't stuffed your head full of too many lies"

whumper bringing out their most common torture instrument. "for old times' sake"

caretaker realising that whumpee didn't send them their daily text, the one they agreed on specifically so they'd know whumpee was okay

whumpee not picking up the phone for the third time

whumper picking up whumpee's phone. "oh, thank goodness whumpee, i thought-" "i'm awfully sorry, they're a bit preoccupied at the moment." caretaker can hear whumpee's muffled cries and screams in the background

caretaker arriving home and finding the apartment ransacked and empty

caretaker finding a letter from whumper. "thanks for watching them while i was dealing with the police <3"

caretaker finding a stack of photos of whumpee being subdued in their own apartment

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...

Content: Rape/non-con, asphyxiation/suffocation.

"Yeah, that's right," Whumper grunted, thrusting their cock a little deeper into Whumpee's throat as they gagged around them. "Keep tightening that throat around my dick. I bet you're just aching to breathe, aren't you?"

They smiled something wicked. Whumpee's eyes were wet with tears, staring up at them pleadingly as if they hadn't been around long enough to know that Whumper didn't care about what happened to them.

tw lashing out, anger as a trauma response, past trauma

It was one of those days.

Whumpee had been slamming things, screaming and crying about how life was unfair and nothing ever worked out in their favour. How Whumper had stolen years even of this shitty life, how they couldn’t even have this, how they could never have anything. They had told Caretaker to fuck off and leave them alone.

“Stop,” Caretaker said, grabbing Whumpee by the wrists. Their grip was firm, but it didn’t hurt unless Whumpee tried to pull against it. And oh, they tried. “It’s enough.”

“The fuck you mean enough?” They tugged on their hands again, but Caretaker didn’t let go. It was infuriating how much stronger they were. “Let me go!”

“Whumpee, stop.” Their tone wasn’t any harsher than before, and Whumpee tried to get away a third time, still unsuccessfully.

“Let me go,” they asked again, weaker. “I told you– I told you already, I want nothing to do with you right now–”

“Stop.”

Whumpee finally went quiet, their tears still falling freely. They wanted to keep yelling. What else was there, if they stopped that? Weeping and misery. They would come across pathetic.

“There,” Caretaker murmured, slowly letting go of their hands and cupping their face instead. “It’s okay. You’ve had your time to be angry. You’ve had your time to scream at me.” They wiped away a tear, and Whumpee thought they’d go mad with just how compassionate they looked. “Now let’s just calm down, hm?”

“Relax…” in Whump

“Relax…” Whumper croons into the softness of Whumpee's hair, holding them close against their chest as they struggle. Their body bucks, limbs fail; All of that writhing weakened by the drugs coursing through their system and reduced to pathetic wriggling and mewling. Whumper catches one of their hands easily by the wrist, pulling it up to their lips. “Just let it happen…” They murmur between gentle kisses.

“Relax…” Caretaker's deft hands knead at the stiff muscles in Whumpee’s shoulders, bunched up and pulled taut like a cord. They make sure to avoid the fresh stitches along their back, the bruises standing out starkly against their skin. They do it for themself as much as for Whumpee. They don't like to think about what they had to go through at the hands of that monster... all alone... when it had been their job to protect them. Caretaker takes in a deep, shuddering breath, forcing themself to push those thoughts away. There is no fixing the past. “You’re safe now— Safe for forever, Whumpee. You can relax now. They can’t get you…” Caretaker leans forward to look earnestly into their eyes. “Not anymore.”

“Relax…” Whumpee whispers breathlessly, frantic huffs of air echoing off the barrel of the gun, mere inches from their face. Whumper's gaze is dark and intense as if they're just waiting for Whumpee to slip up... to say the wrong thing. They keep their hands raised in the air, trembling faintly. "Relax, I-I won't run, okay? Seriously, I swear I won't."

"Relax..." That achingly familiar voice sends chills riveting up Whumper's spine. Leather straps hold them firmly in place as they thrash with renewed vigor... They can't see Whumpee... but they can certainly feel them lurking somewhere behind the chair in those thick, churning shadows. Whumper can feel the hatred. Years of festering resentment spilling out across the floor, all too consuming and just as suffocating as the dust and mildew. "Isn't that what you used to say to me... 'Relax and enjoy the show'...?"

Super versatile word. Also first post guys, what? huh? cuhrazy. Probably going to post an introduction post sometime soon but hello everyone -Fox

Whumpees and Kind Restraints

Whumpee has just been rescued by Caretaker. Yet, even when away from the danger of Whumper, Whumpee proves to be a danger to themself. Careatker is forced to restrain them, to keep them safe

• A conditioned Whumpee has grown so accustomed to punishment that, with Whumper absent, they feel the need to punish themself. Cue mitten restraints to keep Whumpee from grabbing things or hitting themself. (For bonus points, even plastic silverware is too dangerous, leading them to being spoonfed)

• Conditioned Whumpee has been taught that their friends are dangerous, that everyone is dangerous, that Whumper is the only safety in this world. They need to be tied down to a bed to keep from attacking and harming others, or themself.

• Whumpee desperately wants to return to Whumper. The moment Caretaker turns their back, Whumpee is trying to escape out the nearest window. Anytime they aren’t being watched, they need to be tied down somewhere, to keep from fleeing.

• Caretaker feels terrible about tying Whumpee up, even as the restraints are soft and comfortable. They resist for as long as they can, but, it gets to a point that Caretaker can no longer keep an eye on Whumpee 24/7. They need to sleep and eat as well. Even as they hate it, restraints become the only option

• Whumpee begs not to be restrained, they’ll be good, they promise, they won’t attack– Yet, every time, they do

• On the other hand, Whumpee who begs to be restrained. They’re a monster, they’re going to hurt their friends, please don’t let them hurt their friends.

• Whumpee has nightmares, or worse, they sleepwalk. Without restraints in their sleep, they thrash, injuring themself in the process. Maybe even a nightguard in their mouth?

• What about a tracker? Whumpee has a tendency to flee their new home, especially when they panic. A tracker bracelet can keep them safe. Imagine a terrified Whumpee, curled up in the middle of the forest at night, shivering, as Caretaker tracks a dot on their phone. They hug Whumpee when they finally find them, begging them to please never do that again.

• One night, Whumpee wakes up, tied to the bed, to see someone entering the room. Whumper. Is it real? Sleep paralysis? A horrible dream? Whatever it is, Whumpee can’t move.

• And how can I forgot my favorite, “I know, I’m sorry, it’s for your own good.”

Sleep Paralysis Whump

I watched Haunting of Hill House and I realised I haven't seen much sleep paralysis whump before, especially from an outside/caretaker's perspective so yippee

Situation/setting:

During a sleepover

At camp

In a hotel

On holiday

During a nap (in a public place/outside)

On a honeymoon

After a one night stand

Whumpee:

Trying to scream but just whimpering instead

Desperately trying to wake up anyone else in the room

They want to look away but they can't

Trying to get their breathing under control

Feeling like they're suffocating

Caretaker:

Waking to the sound of whumpee whimpering

Guiding whumpee's breathing

Trying to help whumpee clench their fist or move their fingers

Holding whumpee when it's over

Restrained so they can't help whumpee and have to just sit and watch

"I need you to breath with me, okay?"

"It's not real, I promise it's not real."

"It's over. You're okay."

When Caretaker rescued Whumpee from captivity, they were absolutely filthy. Months worth of dirt and grime built against their skin, their hair so matted Caretaker wasn’t sure their newly bought bottle of conditioner would be enough to untangle it.

Naturally, their first instinct was to give Whumpee a bath.

So they carried Whumpee in from the car, and did a quick assessment of their wounds, determining which would need immediate attention and which could wait until later.

Now, Whumpee is drugged out of their mind. Maybe Whumper gave them something earlier to keep them in line, or maybe Caretaker slipped a little sedative into their water to help them relax. Whatever it was, Whumpee was out of it, and as they’re placed into the bath, they were just beginning to come to.

Their vision was much too blurred to make out details such as faces or locations, all they can register is the warm water soaking through their clothes and the hands touching them, carding through their hair and snagging against the knots.

Even as the fog clears from their mind, any bit of coherency is lost within vivid flashbacks of being forced underwater by a hand tangled in their hair, held there until they nearly blacked out, only to be wrenched above the surface and hit on the back until they were forced to cough up whatever they had inhaled, all while leaving Caretaker to deal with a screaming, thrashing mess of a person and dirty water splashing across their entire bathroom.

I promise I’ll post some actual writing either tomorrow or Wednesday

Any defiant Whumpee being used as a human experiment ideas?

Ohhh yessss heheheh

Their captors could care less about them. They just want to do their job and get paid. They have no reason to treat Whumpee as anything other than an uncooperative specimen.

Whumpee constantly fighting and screaming and trying to escape. It never works in their favor, and it only seems to annoy their captors

To their captors, it’s just another days work. They have no problem drugging, restraining, or borderline abusing Whumpee

For fear of messing up an experiment, they can’t openly hurt Whumpee, so they have to find more creative ways to do so. They can take away potential comfort objects (like a blanket or plush), shove Whumpee into small, cramped spaces, restrain them so Whumpee can’t move an inch, shock collar, etc

If Whumpee’s big on talking back, Whumper can cut their vocal chords

Surgeries without anesthesia whenever Whumpee really misbehaves

Dehumanization, acting as if Whumpee’s nothing more than another object they need to test and study

“Tests” that are simply for the point of punishing Whumpee.

Treat them like a literal lab rat. Shove them in a cramped cage with no privacy, have them constantly being monitored

The purpose of them eating is simply for the nutrition, the food is awful. If Whumpee refuses to eat, shove a feeding tube down their throat.

I feel like we don't talk enough about how uncomfortable having your hands tied behind you is, especially if it's tight.

Imagine having to sleep like that! How tired does whumpee have to be to be able to fall asleep while uncomfortable and in pain?

Also - whumpees being tied up for so long their hands lose feeling? Hello?? It would also hurt like hell when they get freed and blood starts circulating properly again.

Break their ankles

An intrusive whump thought of the day

Content: broken bones, intimate whumper, medical whump, ptsd, brief needle & drug mention.

A whumpee with broken ankles desperately crawling for the door, clawing at it uselessly after whumper has slammed it shut, sobbing and begging to be let go.

Or trying to crawl away from whumper, painfully dragging their limp, broken bones along the floor behind them.

An amused whumper sitting and watching it happen, laughing at whumpee’s pathetic attempts to get away, knowing that whenever they’ve decided their captive has gotten far enough, they can yank them back by the chain around their neck and drag them back over with ease. What’re they gonna do, fight back?

Whumpee being forced to rely on whumper for every little thing despite loathing them with every fiber of their being.

Whumper having to carry them everywhere (bridal style)

Bonus points if it’s an intimate whumper and they scoop them up and coo sweet things into whumpee’s ear all “aw, poor sweet thing, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” While whumpee sobs hopelessly into their captor’s chest, disgusted with the closeness and absolutely horrified and ashamed at how helpless they feel like this.

Or maybe whumpee tries to claw their way out of their captor’s arms, and whumper just drops them, laughing at how useless and pathetic they look when they collapse in a crying heap on the floor, unable to go anywhere without whumper’s help.

More bonus points if the bones don’t heal properly and they can never walk quite right again, or if standing or walking for too long causes sharp pains to shoot up through their ankles and they collapse from the agony.

If they ever get a recovery arc, having to get their ankles rebroken and reset to heal properly— The sensation of their ankles breaking all over again bringing back horribly traumatic flashbacks, feeling like they’re back with whumper again, that they’re being tortured again, until they’re screaming and begging and calling the doctors sir and sobbing desperately to be let go. The medical staff is horrified.

And maybe they’re writhing around and thrashing so much that they have to be restrained and sedated in order for the medical staff to reset their freshly broken bones.

A nurse jamming a needle into their neck and emptying an entire syringe into their bloodstream with an “It’s alright, sweetheart, this is for your own good.”

Whumpee in a full-scale flashback begging through tears when they feel the needle, “please, please no— please sir, please don’t, please don’t do this— I— I’ve been good— please I— I can’t—please-“ until the sedative kicks in and their head lolls to the side.

Feel free to add your own prompts/ thoughts! this trope won’t leave my head rn

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Forceful caretakers & defiant whumpees

A prompt from my hidden injuries post got me thinking about this dynamic ✨ (using FC for forceful caretaker)

Content: Forceful/bad caretaker, forced medical treatment, defiant whumpee, restraints, gags, caretaker turned whumper, manhandling, forced stripping (nonsexual), humiliation my beloved

A whumpee for whom mysterious injuries are a chronic problem—a regular occurrence—they keep dodging their friends questions, they start hiding their injuries, albeit poorly sometimes, until one day they come in so incredibly injured, with blood seeping through their clothes and dark bruises on their skin, poorly hidden beneath a layer of concealer that does little to mask the deep patches of dark purple and red.  

Eventually, FC is fed up. They’re all just trying to help and whumpee doesn’t even appreciate it. They keep brushing them off. How insulting. How ungrateful. 

One day FC finally snaps and they shove whumpee back against the wall, making them wince and gasp sharply with the pain of the movement.

FC pins them there with a vice grip around their throat— “Oh, you’re fine, are you? Then what the hell was that, hm?”” 

“N-nothing I—“ FC jabs a finger into the side of their ribcage, and whumpee hisses in pain, their eyes squeeze shut tightly— they’re shaking between wincing, panted breaths. 

They can’t hide their reactions any better than they can hide the limp in their step, the way they wince and grab their side when they think no ones looking. But now FC has proved it in front of the whole group, and whumpee is not getting away that easily. 

Another forced exposure: Whumpee wincing at something one too many times— maybe someone just lightly bumps into them— and their pained reaction has FC grabbing their wrist and hauling them off like—“Thats it I knew it, I fucking knew it. WHAT have I told you. Get in the car NOW.” 

And whumpee is pulling back against their grip, “I’m sorry im sorry! Just please don’t—“ — “Shut. Up. Now get in. We’re going to the fucking hospital.” 

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