Astra. 22. She/her type human. ADHD and anxiety driven. Ace/Panrom or something. Majored in Psychology so please feeling free to ask questions! Likes and follows come from Astra-Queenofhell
Fading in and out of consciousness in caretaker/rescuer’s arms or slung over their back as they’re carried away.
Disoriented, without a clue where they are. Looking around and slowly remembering that they got away and this place is safe.
Whumpee who was kept somewhere confined and dark for so long, waking up in a high-ceilinged, sunlit room. Starting to hyperventilate as the agoraphobia hits.
After the fever breaks, with a cool cloth over their forehead and caretaker slumped asleep at the end of the bed.
Out in the open, alone and hurt and with no idea where they are. Maybe they collapsed after escaping, or maybe whumper dumped them somewhere. Now they have to figure out where to go from here, and how they can get there in their condition.
Coming back to consciousness in an ambulance, being rushed through a hospital, or any other whirlwind of emergency care. Bright lights and loud sirens, unfamiliar people rushing around them, feeling completely overwhelmed and weak from their injuries.
As their restraints are lifted off by someone with careful hands and a painfully familiar voice.
*raises hand* Medical whump community, can I give my whumpee a dose of Halcion/Triazolam to make them drowsy and weak and keep them from escaping as I trap them somewhere
You know what, I saw that post about getting sedatives for your pets for 4th of July, and I just pictured a Whump scenario where Whumper uses that as a cover up just to get sedatives for Whumpee.
CW: medical whump; live, unmedicated surgery/vivisection (cut to black); dread and anticipation; noncon touch; implied captivity; physical restraint; disassociation; dehumanization/objectification
The lights flicker. Sterile and unforgiving, the room glares at him, burns through him.
There is nothing in the air other than the sound of his labored breathing, mingled with the faint buzz of lab equipment, and the jostling and clanking of surgical tools as they’re picked up from the counter.
He thinks Stanford is leaning over his array of instruments right now, deciding what to do to him next, but he can’t make out any detail in the shapes above him through the blur of his vision. He tries to keep his eyes shut anyways.
The voice above him is low, gravelly… commanding. Entirely clinical and matter-of-fact-- and much closer than he thought.
“Demon.”
Will’s breath hitches.
A beat passes. He tries, but he can’t find his voice.
“I asked you a question.”
Again, Will parts his lips to speak. His whole body trembles. He wills his mouth to voice the words— yes, sir— but it falls out of his mouth instead as nothing but a broken, feeble squeak.
Something slams on the table next to him— Will’s entire body tenses and shakes. He screws his eyes shut so tight he sees stars.
Stanford stops talking to him. That privilege is quickly lost to disobedience. People can speak, objects cannot. He made his choice.
He hears pages turn. Hears a book get tossed onto the counter. The clack of footsteps nears him, then stops.
Fabric rustles. He’s rolling up his long white sleeves.
Will doesn’t know if being treated like a cadaver is better or worse than how the twins treat him. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters right now. Don’t think anything right now. Just- blank. White nothingness, for miles and miles…
Stanford’s hand— ice cold— reaches for Will’s stomach and splays over his bare, ghostly skin. He stifles a sound in his throat. The touch alone fills him with dark, oily, bottomless dread. He waits.
The hand prods him. Liver, gall bladder, small intestine. He isn’t gentle. Nevermind the mottled patchwork of yellow-blue bruises he’s adding pressure to. The hand settles on his hipbone.
Will attempts to reign in some semblance of control over his broken breathing. He can’t cry here. He sucks in one big, deep, trembling breath, as quietly as he can. The movement jostles his head, sending a spark of new pain from the thick restraint holding his neck down to the table all the way down his back and shoulders. He swallows it down.
There’s a soft, metal clank nearby.
He feels the overwhelming punch of nausea bloom in his abdomen before he even registers the cold feeling of metal. It traces a slow line across his flank. His stomach flips more than once. He purses his lips and grates his teeth. His breath comes in frantic, short spasms and he forces himself to breathe them through his nose.
Be quiet. Empty room. White nothingness. Nothingness. I am nowhere. I-
big big biggest possible fan of when a whumpee who sacrificed themself for their friends/teammates is publicly displayed for their friends to see. Like their capture is broadcasted, or a video sent to the team, or its some sort of public setting where whumpee follows whumper around on a chain or more humiliatingly, a leash and collar. Even better if whumpee was someone they used to look up to as someone stronger/ more powerful than them and. Is now reduced to a toy
And it's so much more humiliating than just being hit on the back. I feel like I dont see it nearly enough. I dont even think it has to be intimate it's more just degrading.
I love it when gagged whumpees squirm. Particularly if their hands are restrained behind them. Maybe Whumper bent them over a table, or pushed them onto a bed. But the cloth gag smothers every mewl.
Or maybe Whumpee is slumped in their seat, legs spread apart, unable to escape the vibrator attached to their sex. They shudder now and then but are numb to the feeling. So Whumper puts a ring gag in their mouth, to force out a whimper or two. It works, but only because it's torture to be pleasured now.
Or maybe Whumpee is tied in a hogtie, left in a mud puddle in Whumper's obscure barn. They overhear a planted remark that the bonds can be undone with enough force so they spend hours wriggling and straining against the ropes, the bit gag making them squeal like the pig they are.
Or maybe Whumper forgot to bring a gag, so their hand keeps Whumpee silent as they edge Whumpee to the point of madness in Whumpee's own home.
Go stand in the corner. Don't turn around. Don't move. Stand there in anticipation, in agony for what Whumper is thinking about. Will there be more pain? Is this it? Is this just some sick game?
Whumpee refusing to stand in a corner, fighting back, pulling away. But Whumper is patient, dragging them back to the corner by their hair, shoving them onto their knees until they stay put.
Whumpee standing there for hours. The blood has pooled in their legs, their knees are locked, they can't move an inch or Whumper will notice. The sides of their vision darkens, their head swims, they can hear the sound of their heartbeat pounding in their ears. They blink and suddenly they're on the floor with Whumper standing over them.
2. Grounded
Similar to time out except for longer periods. Whumpee is locked in a room, maybe their room, for hours or days on end. The space begins to drive them crazy. The same four walls, the isolation....
Also, "Go to bed without supper" with this. Starving Whumpee who can do nothing but sit in their room and wait.
3. Washing Mouth Out With Soap
Whumpee said something Whumper didn't like? A bar of soap is shoved into their mouth, too big to comfortably fit, the bitter taste coats their tongue and burns their throat and heaves floral scent through their nose.
They gag. Maybe Whumper decides just washing their tongue isn't enough, they'll have to go all the way down the throat.
Or Whumpee being forced to hold soap in their mouth. They're not allowed to spit it out or swallow. Their mouth fills with saliva, the taste making the bile in their stomach flip. But if they swallow or spit... who knows what Whumper will do.
4. Hitting Knuckles
With Rulers, canes, spoons, and almost any household item! Until their knuckles are bleeding. Until they can't bend their fingers anymore. Until they're sure that their fingers are broken
5. Writing lines
Could be used right after they've had their knuckles broke open. Maybe Whumpee thinks this'll be easy. It's just writing words after all. Until Whumper hands them an entire notebook. Whumpee isn't allowed to get up until it is full.
"I will not run." "I will not argue." "I will listen the first time." "I will obey whumper." "I will be a good boy/girl/dog." Ect.
Blisters form where the pencil lies. Their hands cramp up. After the first few pages, they're sure it's impossible. But they are forced to keep going, reading the sentence over and over until their eyes blur.
6. Kneeling
Kneeling on rice hurts like a bitch. Or rocks or frozen peas. A whumpee having to stay in a kneeling or stress position until the peas thraw would be so terribly cruel.
Or more creative things like thumb tacks.
7. Spanking
Literally my favorite.
I could (and probably will) make a whole post about this. It is humiliating, it hurts, there is constant reminder when Whumpee sits. It's also intimate in a way, Whumper could do so many things while whumpee is bent over a surface or whumper's own knee.
Whumpee watching whumper's pupils enlarge at their suffering, a low purring sound now humming deep from within whumper, vibrating through their chest.
Running a claw against whumpee's chin, threatening to draw a little deeper.
Whumper delighting in whumpee's discomfort, their smile revealing sharp fang-like canines. They threaten whumpee by holding themselves close enough to kiss whumpee's neck, reminding them just how sharp they are.
After escaping, whumpee attempted to run through the woods, suddenly finding all of whumper's weight against their back. A scream escapes them as they feel blade-like claws secure themselves.
Whumpee taking high ground only to look down and see whumper effortlessly starting to reach then.
Awkwardly explaining to caretaker that they just don't like cats
Whumpee stumbles haphazardly through the pitch black room. Slamming their shins into a dark metallic shape, they hiss trying to get back up, knowing that whumper is going to be here any moment and they can see through the dark.
"Whumpee this cut isn't normal", Caretaker ran their medical gloves over the reddened puffy sight.
Yep! Ifrit have tapetum lucidum. On the night where they hunted Nadeem down, they could see him nearly twice as well as he could see them. A moonless night is nothing.
Fun fact! While the color reflected by tapetum lucidum usually depends on species, the ifrit have a range of colors; a wide variety of greens and blues, and even certain shades of gold and pale lavender. If you look closely as you read through, you can spot which shades Ifyaa's and Yeezumon's are!
- victim is given cuffs or a collar that effectively freezes them in place. They still feel the passage of time, and will still feel anything that happens to them
- victim is then placed in a public location (city square, atrium in a shopping area, central office, etc) and left in the hands of passersby
- their crimes are holographically projected from the cuffs/collar to alert everyone of the severity. Despite this, even petty crimes are often met with great force from passing strangers
- it is legal to shield victims. Kind strangers or loved ones may stand sentry around them, but must be wary of using force, lest they end up in the same position
- sentences cap out at 48 hours, but multiple sentences may be consecutively served with a day's break in between
- more severe offenses sometimes see the victim stasified in an isolated location, which is then broadcast to the public. This is meant to encourage anyone who was hurt by the victim to seek retribution away from the public eye, but it often leads to more extreme injuries on the victim, dealt by strangers who no longer fear the shame of a crowd
- anonymous mercenary groups can be hired to protect a victim---or hurt them
- the victim's eyes are always closed before stasis. This is to preserve their sight and reduce damage. It also means they never see what's coming.
• falling asleep fully clothed, possibly with jacket and shoes still on, legs/feet hanging off the foot of the bed or sprawled half-on half-off a couch
• the “oh shit, i’m gonna faint/nevermind i’m good” face (and aborted grab for nearest solid object or person)
• a character losing their footing for a moment on rough terrain. someone reaching out to grab them so they don’t fall and they both hold on for a hot second
• closing their eyes and leaning into a gentle touch
• shaky hands, shaky voice
• falling asleep at their desk at work/tucked away in an odd place
• doing things that are out of character & having others start to notice: losing their cool, being extra chipper or extra quiet, jumpy
• zoning out
• someone getting between them and whoever they’re having a heated exchange with, gently pushing them back with a hand against their chest or shoulder
• slipping out of sight from the others to lean against a wall, tip their head back and close their eyes
• A whumpee is prescribed a medication that causes severe hallucinations, that lead to violent panic attacks. But when they go to get another kind of medication, the whumpee is turned away by the doctors, and the whumpee is now left to deal with that whumpee’s side effects and symptoms.
• A peasant bot falls ill, and due to the lack of doctors, medical assistance, and knowledge on medicine, the whumpee’s condition only starts to worsen as time goes on.
• After being given a medicine to induce sleep for up to 10 hours, the whumpee remains asleep for over 15 hours and is unable to be woken up. The whumpee is admitted to the hospital after being asleep for well over 20 hours, but the doctors can’t seem to find anything that is actually wrong with the whumpee, but as time goes on they still have not woken up from their rest and the whumper is losing hope that their whumpee will ever wake up again.
