Whumpay - Day 3
Whumpay - Day 3
Main Challenge - Mad Science - Made A Lab Rat Mini Challenge 3 - Torture - Branding Original Work - My Name is Evil
For twelve hours a day, every day, Evelyn had been tested.
They asked him to build from schematics. They asked him to design schematics. They immobilized him in the same chair and had him direct others to build machines.
They gave him drugs. A lot of drugs. They would dose him with something that made him nauseous and faint and dizzy and asked him to complete tasks. Solve equations. Answer their questions. Blindfolded. Ears plugged. Starved. Sleep-deprived. Sedated. Hot. Cold. Dizzy.
Over and over and over.
He was tested under every possible circumstance. Every possible test. Until now.
Evelyn winced as the needle probed beneath his skin and into a vein.
Evelyn wanted to pull away from the needle and the IV bag and everything they were about to do to him, but the restraints kept his wrists, ankles, and chest firmly pressed to the chair. He swallowed hard. The IV needle was taped to his skin and the nurse left the room without even meeting his eyes.
The door hissed and clanged shut.
Evelyn only had a minute or two to try and calm down before the door opened again and someone else entered.
The lady wore a strained smile and a nice suit. She sat down, keeping the table between her and Evelyn. And ignoring him, she began to shuffle through the papers she had brought. After what seemed like ten minutes or so, she spoke.
“My name is Ms. Brown, I am the Assistant Deputy Supervisor at the Bureau of Extrohuman Affairs and Regulation. I am here today to give your official status and category as an Extrohuman, witness your tagging procedure, and answer any questions you have. Do you understand?”
She never looked at him, not once.
Evelyn opened his mouth to speak.
The nurse came back.
Ms. Brown continued. “Evelyn Earl, your tests indicate that you place with the Enhanced Category, subtype Intelligence, archetype Crafter, division Mechanics.”
The saline was cold and Evelyn began to shiver. Of course he was good with machines. That was obvious. Why did they have to test for it? Why?
The lady continued. “Established legal precedents necessitate a procedure to display your status upon your person, this is sometimes called tagging. Once this procedure is completed, displaying this status mark will be used in conjunction with other identification you carry in order to comply with requests for identification. Please give verbal confirmation that you understand this procedure.”
The lady stopped talking and looked up at Evelyn. Staring at him.
Finally looking right into his eyes. Nothing in her expression indicated that she was looking at another human being. He may as well be another piece of paper that needed initials and dates.
Evelyn started when he realized he was meant to speak.
“Oh.” He licked his dry lips. “Right, yeah, I understand.”
The lady made another note on her papers. The room was so quiet that Evelyn could hear her pen scratching.
Eventually, the lady looked up and nodded at the nurse. “You may proceed.”
The nurse wheeled a cart with a machine closer to Evelyn. The nurse turned it on and the machine began to hum. Evelyn only began to panic when the nurse began to untie the front of his gown.
“What are you doing?” Evelyn felt his heart begin to quicken.
The nurse bared his chest and disinfected the skin over his heart.
The lady with the papers got up from the table.
“What is the procedure?” Evelyn asked, panic edging his voice.
“Identification.” Was all the lady answered.
The nurse leaned in close, holding something like a pen, which was connected to the machine by a cord.
“What is that?” Evelyn could not tear his eyes away from the strange pen.
The nurse turned and looked at the lady.
The lady shrugged.
What was tagging?
When the pen first touched his skin, Evelyn thought he had been cut. But when the smell of sizzling, burning, charred flesh filled his nose, he knew this was false.
Evelyn let out a scream and struggled to get away from the electrocautery device. But the bindings held him firmly.
The pain continued and amplified.
Evelyn thought he could hear the pain. Like barbed wire screeching through his ears.
He screamed again. And again. Evelyn felt sweat bead upon his forehead and roll down into his eyes, stinging and hot. He sobbed until his throat became raw. It went on and on, for what felt like hours.
Then, the hum of the machine ceased. The nurse moved away. A crinkling sound
Evelyn was left panting. He cracked his eyes open and saw the nurse was unwrapping bandages.
He could not stand it any longer. He needed to know.
Evelyn looked down to his chest, to the spot over his heart.
Shiny, bleeding burns. The smell of cooked flesh. Skin crackling.
A series of numbers and letters. They meant nothing.
But they were now branded into him. Into his flesh. Tagging. Identification.
Evelyn let out another sob.
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Soo many good tropes here;
- ambushed unbeknownst to caretakers
- left for dead
- worried fatherfigure
- fading in and out of consciousness
- bridal carry
Found this movie through @whumpywhumpas 🌟
More gif sets for this movie coming!!!
Mediwhump May - Day 8
"Scared of Blood"
(Dark Shadows 1966)
@mediwhumpmay
Willie knew he’d made a mistake before he’d even slipped. He had been sawing a piece of wood to size to repair the floor. A hand in the wrong spot. The gulf of time between realization and the consequences. He knew he had messed up. But he could do nothing to stop it.
The saw skipped.
White hot pain across Willie’s wrist, burning and tearing.
He froze.
Willie watched the blood bloom in the ragged wound. He let the saw drop to the floor with a clatter. He dimly heard himself panting. He couldn’t breathe. There wasn’t any air. His fingers went to his collar to loosen the buttons there but his hands were shaking too much.
Dark spots danced at the edges of his vision. The room whirled around him.
Blood ran down Willie’s arm from the wound, red and dark. He watched it drip onto the floor.
No, please, no.
It couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t bear it if it happened again.
Willie clamped a hand over the wound. He squeezed his eyes shut. That helped. A little. Not much.
He couldn’t breathe. His heart raced and stuttered. He was dizzy and hot and cold and sweating and oh god-
Those teeth were in him again.
He was alone in the dark. Alone with the monster. He was alone and no one was coming to save him.
Willie scrambled backward across the floor until his back hit the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest. He held his bleeding wrist close to his chest. Covering it. Hiding it.
Yes, hide it. If no one sees, he’s safe. No one can see it.
Warm blood, slick against his skin, coated his hands now.
Don’t look at it. Never look at it.
The wound throbbed and burned.
Willie slumped down to the floor. It was dusty but cool. He was dizzy. He kept his eyes closed. He couldn’t breathe. He was dying, wasn’t he? Dying alone in the dark. Again.
Ringing in his ears. Everything faded away. Faded to darkness.
Mediwhump May - Day 7
"First Night in Hospital"
(original characters/story)
@mediwhumpmay
“Family of Michelle Tate?”
Troy jumped to his feet before he’d even really registered what the nurse had said. Beside him, Daniel stood up too.
“It’s Michael. He’s Michael.” Daniel sighed.
The nurse looked over the clipboard in their hands again and nodded. “You’re family?”
Troy felt Daniel’s hand on his shoulder. “We are.” Daniel said.
That was kind of Daniel.
He wasn’t Michael’s family. He was the one that had gotten Michael into this mess. He was the one who had pushed Michael too hard. Guilt sat in the pit of Troy’s stomach like a stone.
“Follow me.”
Daniel followed the nurse, with Troy bringing up the rear. They led them into a room. The doctor explained Michael’s condition. Troy wrapped an arm around Daniel’s shoulders when the kid started to cry. They were told the visiting hours. They were told that talking to Michael would be good for him. And then, they were left alone.
Daniel sat beside Michael’s bed and Troy didn’t, he couldn’t, he paced around the room. He was sore and exhausted and every step ached. But he couldn’t sit. He could barely look at Michael, lying pale in the bed, covered in tubes and wires.
But Daniel sat as close as he could to his brother without actually getting into the bed. He held Michael’s remaining hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. And he talked.
“Mom and dad know. Mom’s coming tomorrow. I’ll be with her.” Daniel said. “I don’t know when dad will come, but he will. I’ll make him.” Daniel then looked back at Troy. His eyes were red and wet.
“I’ll come tomorrow too.” Troy reassured. “Sharon knows what happened. I called her earlier.”
Daniel nodded then turned back to Michael.
“It should have been me.” Troy felt the words leave him before he realized what he had said. The ringing thought he’d had in his mind ever since he found Tate. The only thought. It should have been me.
“This isn’t about you.” Daniel kept his eyes on his brother.
Troy’s face burned with shame. “I know, I’m sorry, I-”
“It’s okay.” Daniel interrupted and aimed a smile back at Troy. “You’re hurt, you’re grieving, we say weird stuff. But this is about Tate, not you. He saved a lot of people today.”
“He’s a hero.” Troy murmured and wiped his eyes.
Daniel laughed softly. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”
“Yeah.” Troy smiled too. “I’m sorry… I’m just so sorry this happened.”
“I know. Me too. But he knew what he was getting into.” Daniel said. “Troy, you didn’t do this to him. This isn’t your fault.”
And that was it. Troy crumbled. Tears filled his eyes. Snot ran. And he sobbed. Daniel got up from the chair and embraced him. Troy wept into his shoulder and hugged him back.
babe wake up new whumpay prompts dropped. like last year, im posting early for more time to prepare
Welcome to Whumpay 2024! Up above you will see the basic prompt list and down below the cut you will see it written out in a list, as well as three mini challenges (and by extension, the extreme edition)
Rules are the same as usual
You only have to use one (Or two, if you’re doing the extreme edition.) prompt a day! But you’re welcome to use multiple if you want to, and it still counts for both.
I know the description of the blog says it’s a writing event, but if you want to draw or make other kinds of content, that’s cool too.
Have fun, tag content warnings (such as noncon, graphic violence, etc) and try not to be crushed by the mortifying ordeal of posting your writing.
This is a pretty chill event so you can start posting whenever but I’ll be reblogging posts made to the #Whumpay2024 tag throughout May. For real this time.
These all also apply to these three special mini challenges, consisting of a 7 day, a 10 day, and a 14 day prompt list.
EXTREME EDITION: This year's extreme edition doesn't have its own prompt list, but instead, youll be taking all three mini challenges in order along with the main prompt list. Some of these fit pretty well, others less so.
1 - Mad Science:
Day 1: Strapped To An Operating Table
Day 2: Paralytic Drug
Day 3: Made A Lab Rat
Day 4: Vivisection
Day 5: Truth Potion/Serum/Spell
Day 6: Russian Roulette
1 - Attacks, Mental & Physical:
Day 7: Heart Attack
Day 8: Asthma Attack
Day 9: Animal Attack
Day 10: Panic Attack
3 - Ineffective Medical Care:
Day 11: Medical Torture
Day 12: Withholding Medical Treatment
Day 13: Medication Tampering
Day 14: Injury Brushed Off
Day 15: No Anesthetic
4: Mindfuck
Day 16: Presumed Dead
Day 17: Memory Loss
Day 18: Stockholm Syndrome
Day 19: Phantom Pains
Day 20: Love Potion/Spell
Day 21: Role Reversal
5. Nature's Revenge
Day 22: Slowly Running Out Of Air
Day 23: Natural Disaster
Day 24: Struck By Lightning
Day 25: Snowed In
Day 26: Heatstroke
6. Traps & Trauma
Day 27: Caught In A Net
Day 28: Traumatic Touch Aversion
Day 29: Used As Bait
Day 30: Flashbacks
Day 31: Choose Who Lives
Mini challenge #1: Torture
#1: Tortured For Information
#2: Whipping
#3: Branding
#4: Begging To Be Killed
#5: Recorded/Broadcast Torture
#6: False Execution
#7: Shock Collar
Mini Challenge #2: Dialogue
#8: “Why are you doing this?”
#9: “Don’t look.”
#10: “You look awful.”
#11: “Who did this to you?”
#12: “No one is coming for you.”
#13: “No one cares about me.”
#14: “Don’t lie to me.”
#15: “Stay with me, please.”
#16: ”You’re scaring me!”
#17: “You’re a monster.”
Mini Challenge #3: Aftermath
#18: Fighting Against Caretaker
#19: Seeking Revenge
#20: Taking The Blame
#21: Barely Conscious
#22: Disassociation
#23: Carried To Safety
#24: Scars
#25: Unhealthy Codependency
#26: Infected Wound
#27: Survivor’s Guilt
#28: Touch Starvation
#29: Abandonment Issues
#30: Cradled In Someone’s Arms
#31: Adrenaline Crash
Alt Prompts:
Death Game
Came Back Wrong
Attack The Injury
Healing Malfunction
Left For Dead
Mistaken Identity
Dazed
Trapped Under Rubble
Drowning
Disowned By Family
Hostage Situation
Have fun everybody!
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