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dehumanized characters who reject their dehumanization, who scream that they're a person, they're human, they're just like you!! vs dehumanized characters who embrace their inhuman status, who don't care if they're perceived as dangerous as long as they're not perceived as lesser, who say 'fuck humanity, I'm something different but I'm still worth the same as you'
Inspired by a stray (pun intended) thought about my oc. Living weapon whumpee who is treated like a dog. No bed, no talking, no nothing. So imagine the horror of their team when they come back that some triggers are so harmless... Whistling triggers whumpee to attack. Patting one's own leg means to come to the handler's side. Clapping means to abandon what they were doing and go back to handler. All of those triggers are so common that whumpee is triggered almost daily and is confused about who their handler is.
tw; dehumanization, disassociation, aftermath of conditioning
whumpee who’s just.. blank after. staring off, quiet like the dead.
they don’t only not speak unless spoken to, they don’t speak unless they’re asked a question. They could be having a conversation, and even then their answers are barebones and vague enough to not get them hurt. and as soon as caretaker says something that’s not a direct question, whumpee doesn’t answer.
they sit there in the back of the room silent. caretaker forgets they’re there sometimes. maybe they start panicking if their nose is clogged or their breathing is audible for some reason, because they can’t stop making noise.
their eyes are dull. they’re exhausted, nearly always disassociated or derealized, not focusing on their body or the world around them because they expect the people around them to pay as much attention to them as they would an object.
they don’t understand when people talk to them. they don’t react unless someone says their name like an order.
the way they talk is always vague enough that it could agree with whatever the person who’s talking to them says. they are hesitant to take any real stance. maybe they seen confused when someone asks them what they want.
they never really get comfortable with talking again. not the same way they were before.
:3 I just had a silly late night crack thought that I had to share and you were the first person who i thought of:
Imagine instead of a collar as punishment you have ✨cone of shame whumpee punishment✨
poor pet crawling around bumping into every corner with the ✨c o n e ✨ makes me giggly
yours truly who should be sleeping ~ 🦊
I ended up falling asleep writing for this, but I love it so much.
This is a great idea, and I love the concept. I also love that I was the first person you thought of.
Hope you like the story, and I hope you got some sleep:
"Alright, hold still", Whumper sighed as they knelt and wrapped a giant plastic item around Whumpee's head.
Whumpee grew more concerned as they felt it tighten then click.
"Wait what is this?", Whumpee reached up and tried to pull it off, "what are you doing to me now?"
"That, my dear pet is lovingly called the cone of shame. You need to stop picking at your lips while they heal", Whumper grinned as they stood, "maybe this will help."
"But, but, but", Whumpee staggered, "this isn't fair."
"I'm sorry Whumpee, it's for your safety. You just made your lip bleed again", Whumper sighed, "it's not fair that I have to keep such a close eye on you."
Whumper turned to the door and started to walk out of the room.
"Wait", Whumpee hurried to crawl after them. The cone caught on the side of the wall and forced their head to turn.
"Ou..ch", Whumpee groaned as they shook their head trying to get the cone off.
Whumper tried to hide their laugh, but a small chuckle escaped.
"It's not funny", Whumpee complained, "that hurt."
Whumper pulled out their phone, "no my dear you're wrong, that was hilarious", they snapped a picture and smiled at their phone, "that's my new screen saver."
Whumpee sighed in frustration.
"Did you have a question?", Whumper stepped closer and readjusted the cone.
"How am I supposed to eat and drink with this thing on?", Whumpee tried to reach their face, "I definitely won't be able to get to my bowls."
"Just tell me you need something and I'll help you", Whumper frowned, "it's not coming off until I say so. That's final."
Whumpee held their head in shame and turned to crawl away. Whumper could hear tiny whimpers and sobs as Whumpee tried to find a way to get comfortable.
Whumpee bumped into a shelf, another wall, and the couch on their way to find some sort of comfort.
"This is so uncomfortable", they rolled around in frustration until they accidentally bumped into Whumper's legs.
"What are you doing now?", Whumper grinned as Whumpee tried to sit up.
"Trying to get comfortable", Whumpee rolled their eyes, "I can't lay down and I can't sit down comfortably. There is no way for me to look out the window because this isn't see through. I don't exactly want to be in a crawling position until you do decide to take it off."
Whumper made a frustrated sigh, "how is the grumpy puppy going to get by with this one sudden inconvenience that has popped up in their other wise comfortable life, hmm?"
Whumpee frowned.
"Maybe puppy could use a nap", Whumper grinned.
"I'm about to pee in your shoes and show you how bad I can truly be", Whumpee pulled at the cone again.
"You will not like the punishment if you do that, but how about we go outside if you need to pee", Whumper started to walk to the door.
Whumpee watched.
"Come on", Whumper beckoned.
"Can the cone come off?", Whumpee started to crawl and waited for Whumper to click the leash to their collar.
"Nope, it's stays on", Whumper led them to the door and out.
Whumpee struggled to see where a good spot would be to do their business. The cone was in the way of everything.
After a few minutes, they did their thing and waited for Whumper to clean them up.
Once inside Whumpee looked at their water dish.
"Could I have some water please?", Whumpee sat by the dish.
"Yes you may", Whumper came over held the bowl for Whumpee while they drank.
"How about you take a nap. You do look pretty tired", Whumper patted their head.
"It's hurting my neck. It feels like it's rubbing against my skin. Plus my neck feels tired", Whumpee rubbed under the cone, "please take it off."
"Whumpee, it's not coming off yet", Whumper gently rubbed their neck, "it does look a little chaffed though."
Whumper went to find some lotion.
Whumpee turned to follow, but the cone rubbed against the wall. They went to back up but tripped and fell forward.
"THATS IT", they yelled and reached up to force the cone off. They rolled on the floor trying to fight it.
Whumper quickly grabbed their hands and held them down.
"It's okay", Whumper whispered gently, "puppy needs to take a deep breath, and think about the situation."
Whumpee still fought against Whumper, but quickly remembered their owner was much stronger.
Whumpee took several deep breaths before relaxing their arms.
"Has the puppy settled down?", Whumper whispered again.
"Mmm-hmm" Whumpee grunted.
"What do you think would have happened if you got the cone off?", Whumper released their grip.
"I would have been punished", Whumpee rolled onto their stomach.
"Yes, you would have", Whumper nodded, "I understand the cone is not comfortable, and you can't move as well, but if you break a rule you will be punished. Right now the rule is that that cone stays on until I say so."
"Yes Master", Whumpee rested their head on the floor, "you mentioned a nap earlier."
"Yes I did", Whumper nodded.
"May I lay my head on your lap and get pets?", Whumpee looked up quickly, "please?"
"I think we can do that", Whumper smiled, "let's put some lotion on your neck and some ointment on your lips, then you can cuddle."
Whumper gently applied the lotion around Whumpee's neck.
"I hate how chaffed that cone is making you. Your neck is very red", Whumper frowned, "I'll have to research other options to see if there is something better."
Whumper reached for the lip ointment and inspected the sores.
"They look so much better, at least you can't pick at these right now", Whumper started to apply the ointment, "they should heal up nicely. We need to do better, your lips get chapped so easily."
Whumpee rubbed their lips together as Whumper put the medicine away.
"Alright let's get you covered up, then I'll sit down", Whumper grinned, "and I'll do the one job you think I'm good for."
Whumpee grinned as Whumper finally sat down. They scooted to them and rested their head on Whumper's lap.
Whumper moved the cone around so it sat a little more comfortably.
"Thankyou master", Whumpee happily fidgetted with the blanket.
"You're welcome", Whumper turned on the TV. They nonchalantly ran their hand along Whumpee's body several times before resting it on Whumpee's shoulder.
Whumper grinned when Whumpee let out a few soft snores.
"Good Whumpee."
After a while Whumpee felt Whumper get up. They jumped a little at the movements.
"You can continue resting, I'm going to make dinner", Whumper smiled, "you know what?"
Whumper looked over the cone, "don't make me regret this", Whumper unlocked and removed the cone, "be good for me Whumpee."
"Yes Master, thankyou so much", Whumpee happily felt their face and moved around freely, "this feels so good."
"I'm glad", Whumper chuckled.
Whumper wasn't in the kitchen for to long before they came back.
"Whumpee do you want fries or.... WHUMPEE!", Whumper yelled.
Whumpee was on the floor, fingers resting on their lips in a picking movement.
"I didn't do anything", Whumpee whined, "I-I'm sorry."
"Whumpee your killing me, I just took off the cone", Whumper sighed and walked to them, "Whumpee you're bleeding again."
"Please I don't want the cone on me... please. I'm sorry", Whumpee backed away from them, "please", they whined.
"I'm not putting it on you", Whumper sighed, "I'm doing something else."
Whumpee gulped, "wh-what?"
Whumper pulled out some rope he had stashed in a shelf nearby and knelt by Whumpee.
"No, no please", Whumpee begged.
"Either fucking turn, or I'll turn you myself", Whumper talked in their mean voice.
Whumpee whimpered but turned away from them and moved their arms to their back.
"Grip your fingers tightly", Whumper ordered as they began to tie the rope.
Whumpee blubbered as the knots were added tightly. The rope extended from their wrist to their upper arm.
"I will not put that cone on, but you will now be sleeping like this", Whumper stood, "the cone would be to hard to sleep in, but you should be use to my arm binding tie."
Whumpee weakly nodded as their body shook.
"I'm sorry Master", they whined.
"I know you are sorry that you got caught", Whumper patted Whumpee's head, "if you were truly sorry you wouldn't have picked at your lips again."
Whumpee looked down.
"It's okay Whumpee, let's finish dinner and just relax tonight. I'll apply some more ointment later", Whumper started to walk to the kitchen.
Whumpee butt scooted to follow.
"Fries master", Whumpee whispered, "may I have fries?"
Whumper nodded as they started to cook.
Whumpee sat in the kitchen wanting to stay in Whumper's sight.
They wanted to be a good pet for Whumper, so this was the best way they knew how.
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“Come.” He called, a finger pointed beside his velvet chair, his feet propped on a matching ottoman.
The noise of knees on hardwood is barely heard over the crackling of the fireplace, though the flesh is soon soothed with the soft texture of carpet.
“Good boy.” He says, rough hands caressing the soft hair of his dog before he smoothens it back.
There’s a moment of quiet, he looks to his dog. He sits still and sleepy. He had a long day today, he had visitors. Playmates. It’s only natural he is tired.
He leans over and slides two fingers between the dog’s neck and collar and pulls, the dog gives a startled yelp, grabbing his neck and looking at him in confusion.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He says.
The dog tilts his head.
“You know, today, during your play date. One of the owners was looking at you. He told me, ‘what a lovely pet you have. How much to convince you to let me have him?’ What a fucking tool.” He scoffs and unfolds his legs from stretching onto the ottoman, planting them firmly on the carpet.
“He may as well have tried to have his untrained mutt mark you, that’s how much of a spit in my face that was.” He fumes even more, wringing his hands together.
His dog watches on, shrinking back ever an inch.
“I’m your only owner. This is where you’re going to live and where you’re gonna die. I told him that. I told him more but that’s not right for your little puppy ears to hear.” He stands up and walks to the right side of his dog, crouching down and petting his head again. He leans forward and kisses his forehead.
“You’re mine forever, puppy.”
bc I'm obsessed w dehumanization right now.... captive autistic whumpee pushed past their limits until they have repeated meltdowns and are constantly living one gentle breeze away from Losing It. there's no escape from the lights, the noise, the people poking and prodding. their captors use their reaction against them: you need to be here, look at how out of control you are! look at how feral, how animalistic, how inhuman you are! you're a danger to yourself and others, you're overreacting to harmless stimuli, this is for your own good, etc etc. there's no escape from the cycle of overstimulation, meltdown, punishment. whumpee is dehumanized and pathologized by every person involved in their captivity bc they just can't mask anymore.
tw: collars, implied dehumanization, scars
collars.
shock collars that, if broken, release a voltage that will instantly kill whumpee, the endless potential of that
collars with whumpers name engraved and a phone number to call should whumpee get lost
collars with something like ‘doll’ ‘pet’ ‘object’ ‘toy’ ‘tool’
pretty, dainty collars with intricate gold patterns for whumpees who are a rich whumper’s object, or whumpees who’s purpose is to be pretty
collars with space for leashes
scars as collars
forced tattoos- a subtle black band that will raise questions from unknowing strangers
scars of whumpers hand- obvious and blatant, eye catching
collars with sharp spikes on the inside that leave sheer scars; a constant reminder long after it’s gone
tw: murder, blood, and isolation mention, loss of hope
living weapon whumpee that used to be a sunshine character
they weren’t naive or stupid, they weren’t blind to the world, they just chose to see the best in it, and always tried to strive for peace. a real aang/izuku/frodo type character.
and the next time caretaker sees them, they’re so distinctly different from the person they knew. that smile that they used to give out so freely is just gone, replaced by a permanent hard grimace. It’ll take upwards of half a year to even see a ghost of it.
whumpee had lost hope. whumpee had had some bad draws before, difficult things, they’ve lost their hope before, too, and fought hard to choose to hold onto it. But nothing, ever, like this. the abject cruelty of whumper. whatever the content of their whump was- their training and punishments. all the people who were witness to their cruelty and didn’t look away, and didn’t do anything.
they’re rendered into a weapon. A tool to destroy, a shield if necessary. the blood of so many people weighing on their overly empathetic heart. they hate themselves and what they’ve done, what whumper has turned them into. they remember each and every single victim. it renders them completely numb after a while. they do their jobs, the servants attending to whumper try to clean their hands, and then they are put back in storage, alone, until the next battle months later.
the swing of the axe or the blade becomes muscle memory. they know exactly what it feels like to cut clean through the bone and marrow of someone’s neck. internally, they are still the same person. overly empathetic to anything and anyone; soft hearted, despite what anyone might want. they remember the faces of each and every victim, despite the fact that the memories get fuzzy for a while and they can never bring themselves to quite ask for the people’s names out of fear of punishment.
they’ve stopped being able to cry a long time ago.
