Any ideas or prompts for how to condition a whumpee without leaving any scars?
Of course!!
This is fun because you didn’t say ‘do you have ideas for physical torture that doesn’t leave scars?’ - you said conditioning. Which opens up so many possibilities.
The first thing you have to realize is that there are many ways to condition someone. Primarily, we have positive reinforcement and negative reinforcement. Secondarily, it can be a psychological effect or a physical effect. Psychological conditioning can be incredibly effective - possibly more effective than physical conditioning, and mixing and matching these traits can give varied and fun results.
The only hard and fast rule with conditioning is consistency. Unless the ‘condition’ you want whumpee in is ‘broken beyond repair’, whumpee needs to know what actions give what outcomes and be able to predictably make decisions (to gain or avoid certain outcomes) that whumper wants them to make.
Let’s chart out a few examples. Since I mentioned two elements earlier (psychological <—> physical, and negative <—> positive), we can pop that shit right on a graph.
Example A: This is our hard and fast whump. Whumper is unforgiving and cruel. They are unafraid to beat, whip, or otherwise torture whumpee for every single toe out of line. They don’t offer comfort or praise - if they do, it’s incredibly rare and makes whumpee suspicious as fuck. Whumpee’s ‘reward’ for a job well done is not getting hurt that day. Whumper is surprisingly good at controlling their temper, choosing violence as a joy and a tactic rather than wielding it without control. Whumpee lives in fear, walking on eggshells and doing anything at all to avoid being harmed again.
Example B: A classic yandere sits here. Whumper is incredibly loving and dotes on whumpee when they’re being good, but isn’t afraid to lash out if whumpee shows any signs of refusing their love or wanting to leave. Whumpee will paper them and shower them with praise and affection, but snap immediately into beatings if whumpee responds improperly. They berate and insult whumpee, slowly convincing them that no one else could ever love them. Combining mostly psychological positives and physical negatives, whumpee will often feel like whumper is easier to understand as two people - the safe one, and the monster. It’s rare for whumper to truly be plural, but whumpee’s survival instincts will have them adapt to react to both of whumper’s states as if they were entirely different people, needing to become entirely different themselves to deescalate the situation.
Example C: The soft yandere. Also incredibly effective in situations where whumpee is in a position of power (ie, a prince forced to move to a new place against their will). Whumpee is never physically harmed. Ever. Whumper has the moral high ground and will often repeatedly point out that they’ve never hurt whumpee. They may insult them, but much of whumpee’s torture involves being locked in their room. Whumpee is rewarded lavishly when they behave the way whumper wants them to, and before long, the rewards and treats may overwhelm the desire to not be there. At least they’re getting some affection and lovely things. Why be sad in your room all day when you could be out having a nice meal with whumper and visiting the garden? Happiness is a choice, and it’s hard to remember why they weren’t happy here.
As you can see, there’s a near-infinite amount of ways a whumpee can be ‘conditioned’ with or without physical pain. That being said, I think what you really wanted to know is some physical torture methods that don’t leave scars. At least, not if you take care. Anything at all can leave a scar if you move roughly or bind them tight. In contrast, plenty of other things would leave a scar, but may not if the wound is cared for properly or the scars are strategically placed.
Torture techniques that don’t cause inherent scarring.
- Drowning
- Electrocution (dependent on location and intensity, ofc)
- Drugging - bad trip or just sensations and unknown
- Torturing loved ones instead
- Gaslighting
- Starvation
- Temperature shock
- Temperature extremes
- Phobia plays
- Dehydration
- Isolation
- Confinement
- Overstimulation / sensory overload
- Sensory Deprivation
- Induced hallucinations/hypnosis
- Stress positions
- Nerve poking (the opposite of good acupuncture)
- Restricted circulation
- Frostbite or burning (in moderation)
- Gentler whippings (soles of feet, especially)
- Dislocations
- Broken bones
- Damaging (not severing) tendons
- Concussions
Methods to avoid visible scarring:
- The inside of the mouth heals quickly and stays out of sight
- Lots of oils and lotions to keep the skin hydrated and avoid stretching while it works
- Tattoos cover a lot if they’re the right texture
- Invisible stitches rather than ones that zigzag over the skin
- Cuts in the creases of the body (lines in the hands, elbows, along every curve) (shoutout to @distinctlywhumpthing for that brilliant idea in her series, Together and Apart)
- Massaging the fresh scar a few minutes a day helps break down scar tissue
- Of course, keeping the wound incredibly clean.
- Minimize movement and stretching that section of flesh. The stiller it is, the cleaner the heal.
Anywho, hope this helps! Here's a blank graph btw if yall want to put your own whumpers or techniques on the chart. Go wild <3
The Guest shook his head in disappointment and shot a disgusted shot down. “What do you do when they show such blatant disrespect?” he asked his friend.
“I hit them,” Whumper said with an apologetic grin. “Punch them.”
“And then what? Does that work?”
“Well, not really.” He let out a little chuckle. “But I don’t mind.”
A sigh, followed by a short silence. “You’re way too soft on them.”
“I kinda like it when they push back.”
“There’s a difference between liking the fire in them and allowing them to do whatever they please.” The Guest shot him a look. “Like insulting visitors.”
Both looked down in silence at Whumpee, who was writhing at their feet after a merciless beatdown, listening to their conversation. Whumper didn’t seem admonished or ashamed, but did seem to think that over.
“Maybe you should leave them with me for a week,” the Guest finally said.
Whumpee stopped breathing. Their eyes went wide. They sharply looked up, winced hard as pain shot through them, but they found Whumper’s eyes. He was looking at them with a strange expression; still thinking it over. Whumpee held his gaze, shook their head.
“You think?” Whumper asked slowly, eyes locked on Whumpee but addressing his guest.
“I’ll instill the basics. Nothing too drastic, don’t worry. I know the line between that fire you like and desired behaviour.” He looked down too, his sneer turning to a cold gaze. “And they should know as well.”
“Well, alright,” Whumper said, to Whumpee’s horror.
A hand immediately clamped around their wrist and pulled them up without mercy, not caring about the bruises and pains he inflicted just moments ago.
“No… No, wait—” Whumpee started as the pain flared up all over their body, not sure if they were protesting this horrible arrangement, or were hoping for a second to gather themself. Or both.
A slap echoed out. Sharp pain exploded over their face. Dazed, horrified, they let Whumper’s guest pull them in close.
“Do as you’re told,” he hissed in their face.
All they could do was give a meek nod. And let themself be dragged off. To god knows where. With some unknown man.
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Days had passed and they still didn’t know a thing about this guy. Didn’t know his name, so they just referred to him in their head as ‘Whumper’s friend’. Whumper’s goddamn awful friend. Or asshole, bastard, rotten idiot. Never out loud. No, never again. That had been their first lesson.
So by now, after a week, the only thing they knew about him was that there were no bounds to his cruelty. And that he accepted no resistance whatsoever.
Even laying down, on this cold barren floor, the pain of all the punishment still racked through them. Bruises throbbed with each movement, cuts threatened to reopen, reminding them of their struggles, their resistance, of what he wanted from them. Only the welts on their back fully drove that home and were the ones that snapped that last thread of defiance.
Even a sob hurt, so they just lay there… waiting.
The door creaked open and automatically their body curled up, all tense.
Footsteps echoed closer.
Whumpee hesitated, but still raised their head. Slowly, as if it took the greatest effort. Well, it did. But it was better to gauge what his mood for the day was. Or see if he carried a weapon with him.
“Oh, my,” they heard a familiar voice say instead.
A soft but sharp inhale through their nose. They snapped up—immediately winced in pain.
Whumper crouched down in front of them.
“Oh my,” he said again, this time his tone laced with amusement instead of surprise. “Must be a trick of the light… I’d swear I saw some relief there.”
For once they were glad of their broken body and that wince that covered that relief. Still, they looked away.
But Whumper wouldn’t have it.
His hand cupped their chin, rougher than he would before, fingers digging under their jaw, and he yanked hard to force them to look at him.
“What did you learn this week?” he asked.
Whumpee snarled, biting back their anger. They didn’t want to say it, it would be humiliating. They wanted to sneer and rage instead; shout how his friend was a sadistic bastard, and so was he! But a voice in the back of their head stopped them, a voice that sounded an awful lot like—
“Please,” they started in a soft voice. “I want to come with you.”
“Why?”
Their voice died in their throat. If there was anything they had learned this week, it was to tread carefully. He’d probably get angry if they said he was softer, not as angry as his friend…
“If you learned to be this good...” Whumper purred, and lightly pushed their chin up, “Then it wouldn’t matter with whom you stayed. You wouldn’t need any more punishment.”
No. But if they did… and they would… it was an easy choice between a fist or a whip. Whumpee started trembling. Tears pooled against Whumper’s fingers. He was not swayed.
“Say it. Or I’ll think you’ll need another week here.”
A hiccup. Then a whisper. “He is cruel… so cruel. Please, I want to come with you. You’re not this wicked, you’re—” They choked on the only word they could find that wouldn’t offend but appeal—but it would be awful to say. They swallowed it down. “You’re merciful.”
He let out a soft but kind scoff. The fingers in their jaw fell away. And he held out a hand to them instead.
“Then let’s go home.”
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Archer didn't even look up as he finished packing his backpack. "Course I am. I'm eighteen in like, ten minutes." Briefly, he glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
Roman shifted in the doorway, uneasy. "Where are you going?"
"Away. Somewhere mom won't look for me— or at least somewhere she won't be able to find me."
"Take me with you."
That got him to look up. Archer turned to face his younger brother, who stood in the doorway of his room. "... I can't do that."
He looked exhausted, Roman thought. Dark circles under his eyes... the light all but gone out of them years ago... Did he look like that, too? He hoped he didn't... hoped he never would... "Why can't you?"
Archer Stared at Roman for a moment, seemingly in hesitation before turning back to his bag, folding clothes as small as he could and fitting them into the bag like tetris blocks around books and school supplies. "You're just a kid. If I take you with me, it won't just be mom looking for me— I'll be wanted for kidnapping you."
"But I want to go!"
"Shh!" Archer jumped at the volume of Roman's voice, still quiet, but too loud. For a moment, they both froze, listening down the hall to see what the mistake would cost them.
Eventually, they both let out a breath.
"It doesn't matter if you want to go or not," Archer continued. "You're only 15. Legally, it's kidnapping."
"But I don't want to be here without you. She's gonna be so angry..."
"Don't understand why she even cares..." Archer grumbled. "It's not like she loves me. Should be happy she has one less kid to feed and one less person in the house to annoy her..." He shook his head. "It'll be fine. She'll be mad, but she'll get over it in a few days. Just try to keep your head down until she realizes she doesn't actually care that I'm gone..."
"You know it's not that easy."
Zipping his bag, Archer pulled it up from the bed and slung it over his shoulder, stepping to the window. "You've always been better than me at smoothing things over. It'll be fine. Really, it will."
"Can't you at least tell me where you're going?" Roman asked quickly, stepping fully into the room as his brother slid the window open. "So i can find you again when I'm old enough to leave too?"
Archer hesitated for a moment, looking back at Roman as if trying to make a judgement... Finally he shook his head. "I'll find you. When you leave them, I'll find you again."
And with that, Archer went out the window. Roman didn't dare yell out to his brother as the older boy sprinted across the lawn and down the sidewalk towards where a car idled in the dark. He slid the window closed instead and locked it, watching through the glass as Archer got in the passenger side of the vehicle and the car drove off, leaving Roman behind...
takes off my whump shaped hat, puts on my Markiplier-Iron Lung shaped hat
so remember that project I was talking about on here back in Jan or Feb? (that was a lifetime ago sheesh).
Well.
After four long months.
We finished! It's posted up on Youtube.
There's over 1000 people in the submissions, and every square on the thumbnail is a piece of art submitted to the project. This was a long and meticulous labor of love, and everyone on the team deserves their flowers.
We're hoping Mark will see it once he gets back from his honeymoon, (he and Bob may or may not already know about the project...) but in the mean time, check it out! This is for us fans as much as it is for him.
I'm putting the links to the projects' other socials as well - they had a lot of fun teasers leading up to the release. Reblogs and shares are encouraged!
takes off my whump shaped hat, puts on my Markiplier-Iron Lung shaped hat
so remember that project I was talking about on here back in Jan or Feb? (that was a lifetime ago sheesh).
Well.
After four long months.
We finished! It's posted up on Youtube.
There's over 1000 people in the submissions, and every square on the thumbnail is a piece of art submitted to the project. This was a long and meticulous labor of love, and everyone on the team deserves their flowers.
We're hoping Mark will see it once he gets back from his honeymoon, (he and Bob may or may not already know about the project...) but in the mean time, check it out! This is for us fans as much as it is for him.
I'm putting the links to the projects' other socials as well - they had a lot of fun teasers leading up to the release. Reblogs and shares are encouraged!
this was a thought exercise I did but the language was so whumpy I had to share it. Characters are OCs from an ongoing story of mine. A little over 1k
cws: self loathing, domestic whump vibes, alcoholic whumper, parental whumper vibes, angel whumpee, demon whumpee, verbal abuse, first person whumper
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Sometimes i feel like an alcholic mom with her kids. I love them, more than anything, but many times I get violent and turn on them.
Asa cant ever be bad. The world wouldn’t let him. If he burned a house down, the audience would find a way to praise him, frame it a a misunderstood act of kindness driven from the depths of his heart. His very ability to choose evil is taken from him because we all know, we all know, that he’s good. Having a sweet smile is the most powerful plot armor one could have bc no one would stand to see him get hurt. It’d be too upsetting, so sheltered he is. Reaping the benefits, never the scars.
He’s a right proper protagonist through and through, just skirting the line of not being a self insert. The success of the story rides on him, and I won’t let him forget it. He’s a well worn younger sibling trained in the art of using his charms to protect his friends.
Leif (and extenuating extensions) can handle anything. He can endure the most bizarre, suggestive, violent, freaky shit. Why? Because he’s the soft quiet ('tismed, rather) white boy. I can do anything to him and people will find it hot, cute, sexy, or whumpee coded.
To a point, I guess. I still find the need to sanitize his violence. It can’t be something too proactive. He can’t really be violent, no matter how badly he wants to act out. His role in the world is to be a battered misunderstood victim, unable to truly resist, only to cry out meekly. No, not meekly, but prettily. He’s pretty when he’s bleeding, and that’s what the audience loves. His pain triggers the desire for them to hug, to console, to protect.
Not like Paris. Paris’ pain triggers revulsion, disgust, discomfort. It doesnt make the readers want to engage, it makes them want to back away, to escape the unpleasant rocky sensations. So Paris is bad. Because Paris makes people want to leave the story. Paris is a demon. Paris is something weird and twisted and lovely in his infuriating ways that I can’t express. I can’t defend him to the audience the way I can the others. I have ways those children behave to make them feel loved. To make me feel loved.
Paris isnt pretty when he’s bleeding. He screams and thrashes and sobs and fights and yells. So i beat him. I beat him and beat him because I hate him for hurting my chances, for holding back the others, with his stupid stupid pain. And his stupid face and his stupid grin. The story could be done if it wasnt for him, but he threw off the story for two years.
And now he’s silent. He’s silent when he’s hurt. And I hate him for that. It makes me want to hurt Leif instead, bc at least Leif is pretty. The audience wants a show. If you’re silent when you're hurt, then they’re angry. they’re discontent.
"Being silent isn't pretty." I tell him "You need to cry."
"They don't deserve to see me cry."
"Cry for me then," I demand, "Cry so i know you’re still something i can break. If I can’t even justify keeping you for torment then i really will have to kill you."
They would cry. His friends. I know they would. Or be angry. Either one. They would miss him. THey can be as angry as they want to be at home, but out there, they’ll smile, damn it. They’ll smile and cry in their pretty ways because that’s what the people love. Because the people want to comfort, not to deal with pain.
And the people love a quick happy ending, with all the darkest parts of the image blotted with sandpaper and white out. Your pain is there, but it doesnt bear too much remarking upon, because it’s couched in glitter and soft blankets and muffled whimpers. What matters is your friendship, your unbreakable bond. That fixes everything, doesnt it?
If the audience doesn't linger to look at the broken bone, the blood pooling on the floor in the corner of the room, then it’s as if it never really happened.
They try to stop me when I beat him. So I just scream then. But I want him to know I could hurt him, I can, at any time.
And he wonders why I falter when he offers to be dead.
Leif gets angry. I can feel it. He wants more. He hates being the broken one. He mustn’t know how broken paris is, then.
Why haven’t I spoken about Raoul?
SImply because he understands his role and executes it perfectly. SO well in fact, he hardly feels like my child, but rather a peer, a friend helping over to corral my stubborn brats. He’s the perfect angel, and I can’t thank him enough for that. So I don’t. We don’t need to, because he understands that.
I dont think he approves of the amount of corporal punishment i use on Paris. Or how i yell at all of them. But like most of his emotions, he expresses his disapproval mostly through silence. I can see it in his eyes now and then, and I think he gets the urge to say something. He holds back, though.
I think if I struck leif or asa he would act. I won’t test it. I have no reason to strike any of them.
They hate it when I hurt Paris. Leif has yelled at me for it, once, I think. Asa too, maybe? But like raising his voice, as someone trying to play diplomat. Because he’s the good kid, he knows I might listen to him more. They don’t understand because he’s their friend, so why am I hurting him? And I feel bad for that, but I can’t explain to them that their affection for him isnt enough to justify his existence. Or to keep him in their world.
Paris is the thing I’ve never understood, and we’re always afraid of what we don’t understand.
Raoul is someone i’ve never fully understood. but i dont need to. He’s not my child, he’s a friend. We have our secrets, and I’m okay with that. I understand him as much as he needs me to, and I belive he feels the same about me. Maybe that’s why he doesnt argue when I’m yelling at the others, he recognizes there’s things he doesnt understand, things he’s not privy to, things he’s not supposed to see.
I tell myself that I understand leif and Asa, while putting them in boxes. I say with certainty this is who they are, while they’re shouting at me that its what they’re not. That there’s more to them, and i’m not listening
"When did you become so cold?" they ask
"Since i met the world. You would do the same, if you could understand how harsh and bitter it is."
They disagree, they talk louder.
I don’t listen.
I have to make us happy. And that means the world will tear deeper and deeper into our home until they have deemed us worthy of joy
we can’t make each other happy anymore. it’s not good enough.
I throw the bottle. I don’t aim for any of them, not even paris. i’m just angry, and tired.
I'm a shitty mom
But at least they have a space in the world to go, someday. i worked damn hard for that, for two of my kids to find happiness. Then my own life won’t have been a waste.
And paris? Well, someone has to carry the brunt of the abuse to the next generation. If someone in the family had to fail, it might as well be him.
My Stars (translation of my favourite chapter from The Baron's Sons)
whumpers gathering AU (Luke & Sam)
burns (horror oneshot)
the pirate fic
stab (Luke & Sam)
bugverse (drawing&writing side project)
Sam fucks up (Luke, Sam & Cole)
shackles (the baron's sons fanfic) (nsfw)
1984 fanart
the rules:
make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how many non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs.
People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
dear god i have a lot and a lot of them are outline files
Puppet Strings
Hostage Heist
fantasy war monsters
just write anything
untitled
11-29-24
10-21-24 HV
Demon Priest Story
Oz + Adam Universe
Charaat
Paris r*** scenes (nsfw)
now all my outlining docs are gonna be just separated by semicolons:
Drama Club arc 1; arc 3; hell arc notes, hell arc - heavenside; late stage and theming; season 2 notes; purgatory arc notes; wingless arc notes
i dont think i even know enough people to tag for this but here goes: @whumblr @brutal-nemesis @as-a-matter-of-whump @verkja @galaxywhump @painsandconfusion and open tag
im kicking myself bc there's an angel/demon whump user on here i've seen around but i cant remember their handle. if this makes it across your dash consider yourself directly tagged bc drama club is angels and demons
Can I get, female whumpee getting ready for the big event at Whumper's house, getting dressed and male Whumper appearing behind her and zipping up her dress? Please?
Bundling up her hair, sweeping it aside, and slowly running the zipper up. Maybe touch over some scars or bruises before the fabric hides it all.
Some hushed threats whispered in her ear: "Don't disappoint me now." "I'll be watching you." Or worse, brought with a smile: "It will be fun."
Both staring in the mirror, Whumpee awkward or scowling. Whumper admiring. "Look at you." Or hands on her shoulders as he spins her around. Looks her over. A finger brushing over her chin, forcing her to look up.
To celebrate finally getting an AO3 invite, have something I wrote a while ago. Also available on AO3, of course.
Contains: Kidnapping, murder, torture. Not very graphic.
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I can hardly believe what just happened. I got a new victim last night — not really planned, guy was just asking too many questions — but I didn't want to replace my current one because he's really fun. He knows exactly when to beg and when to give up, not too much of a bleeder, stamina for days. Got these big sad eyes that just watch me while I'm cutting him. And he doesn't scream any more, which I know some people would say is a bad thing but for me honestly it's a relief because it's really echoey down there. But I'm off topic.
Like I said, I didn't want to get rid of my current victim, so I just decided fuck it, let's put them both in the cell and see what happens. Seeing my current guy is how he found out, actually. He was over for dinner, I tricked him into opening the cell door, and he just sees this sad bruised man with cuts all over him lying in a dingy cot. You should have seen his face. But it was pretty late by then so I just shoved him into the cell and went to bed.
Then in the morning I checked the video to see how their first night went and absolutely could not believe my eyes. My victim — my old victim — was cutting up the new guy! I knew I liked him, but I never expected this! And he used that little knife he made! He doesn't know that I know about the knife, and knife wounds aren't exactly discreet, so he was willing to give that away. He must have really wanted it. God, I can't believe this happened. I'm thinking of giving him a reward, but it could also be fun to not let him know that I know.
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Well. The plan to pretend I don't know about it is already cancelled. The new guy immediately tattled to me. I didn't laugh at him, despite how much I wanted to. Instead I just said, "So?". He deflated so fast. I didn't let myself look at my guy's face during it, but I watched the video back and he delivered as usual. He was terrified when he thought he was going to get in trouble, and then the shocked look when I didn't care was just… wow. I can't wait for tonight, the new guy's definitely going to get punished for that. And I don't mean by me.
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He did :)
I'm going to "accidentally" leave a scalpel in my guy today. See if he uses it on the new guy.
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He did :)
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Update! I moved the mics around because I can see that my guy's been talking to the new guy during the torture, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. And guess what. He's been saying he's helping the new guy. He's supposedly preparing him for what I'm going to do to him, which he says will be way worse. That is delightful. And very sweet of him to say, but I don't know if it's even true? Like I know he's new at this (at least I think he is? I didn't get the vibe from him when I picked him up, or in any of our sessions) but he's good. He knows all my tricks, which, you know. Of course he does.
I still haven't even touched the new guy since throwing him in the cell. I don't think I'm going to, either, at least not for a while. That's my victim's victim now. I even gave them some bandages so they can go farther. I can tell my guy's making sure to keep his guy alive.
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Well it happened. New guy tried to kill my guy. I guess he stopped believing that I was worse, which I hope my guy is proud of. It didn't work, of course, my guy woke up and turned the tables on him pretty much in an instant. Told you this guy was good. I don't exactly have another cell, so the best I could do was give my guy handcuffs (and the standard lecture about how if you're not careful they can escape and use the handcuffs as a weapon). This is the first time I've ever taught him anything directly, I feel like a proud parent. Wonder what else I could teach him that he doesn't already know.
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I just got them both so good. I put a speaker in there a while ago so I can talk to them, but I didn't tell them, obviously, and I hadn't used it. But just now I was watching them on the cameras and my guy went to cut near the femoral artery, so I said "Don't cut there, he'll bleed too much" and they both jumped out of their skins. Very fun. Honestly the bleeding probably would have been fine but I couldn't pass up the opportunity.
I kept giving tips for the rest of their session. I think he likes knowing that he's performing for an audience. Although he must have known there were cameras at least since the attempted murder (or is it just a homicide? You could probably get that counted as self defense) since he didn't tell me about it before I gave him the handcuffs. Which, by the way, he's been very creative with.
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Oh man. I did something I absolutely should not have last night. I left him on the kitchen table. He was tied up but not securely enough to be left unattended the whole night, which I know for a fact because one of his hands was free this morning. I don't know why I did it. It wasn't a mistake — well it was, but not that kind of mistake. I intended to do it at the time. Extremely stupid. But he stayed?
I asked him why and first he said he was too hurt to move. Which is definitely bullshit, I haven't done that to him for a long time. It's too much work to get him back into the cell. And, more importantly, then he'd be too hurt to have fun with his victim.
But his next excuse was "What would I do? You have video of me." Which, I never thought about that. I guess it would make sense to release the videos if he turned me in. I'm he could probably get out of the charges by blaming it on me, but maybe he doesn't believe that. Or maybe he thinks everyone knowing what he's doing would be worse than… this? I mean he's literally imprisoned in a torture basement. Most nights anyway. Even prison should be better, really.
What was I thinking. That could've been such a mess.
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We had a scare today. Daniel's victim (that's my guy's name, don't know if I've ever said) almost died, I had to come in to stop the bleeding. I tried to tell him that it was impressive he'd kept the guy alive as long as he had, and told him about how my first victim didn't even last 3 days, but that didn't seem to help. I guess he'd never really thought about this part. Maybe I should get him someone to practice on? It feels better if you're doing it on purpose, I think.
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I don't get this guy. I let him stay upstairs again, but restrained properly this time. At least he was supposed to be restrained properly, but then I go to the kitchen this morning and he's got one hand free again! I don't know how (I should get a camera on the kitchen), but more importantly, with one hand free he should have been able to escape. The video excuse is definitely bullshit, right? What the hell is he doing?
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I decided to just ask him and he said he just wants to be allowed to stay upstairs more. This is obviously a trap, right?
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He's still acting like he's afraid of his victim, which is completely out of character. I don't mind for now, the guy needs time to recover anyway, but I'm not sure how long it's going to go on. I wonder if I should make him kill the guy to get it over with? But I don't want to ruin a good thing. Maybe I will get him one to practice on.
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Well. He did not like that. He did not like that at all. But I did get him to do it. He'll appreciate it eventually.
I left the body in there with him. If he asks I'll tell him it's to help him get used to death, but to be honest I did it because I was mad at him. Maybe if you weren't so difficult about it you wouldn't have to deal with the body now, Daniel.
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Already caught him poking the corpse. I knew I'd get him.
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My guy is back! He put the corpse on top of his victim. Tied his legs down first and everything. I should get him some foot handcuffs (footcuffs?). The victim is not enjoying it but he can't get it off him. This is perfect. In fact I'm going to go get him right now.
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We've never talked like that before. And I've never talked to anyone like that while actively slicing them open. It was nice. I think I was able to help him work through his feelings about killing someone. And he didn't put the blame on me, which is great. It wouldn't help him get used to it if he put the blame on me. I wish I could let him stay upstairs again, but I think he's still a little fragile and he might actually run this time.
I did take the corpse away at least. I'm not feeling very imaginative today so I'll probably just take this one to the dump.
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I've got it. Those invisible fences that they have for dogs. The collar shocks you if you cross it. I can just put one of those in his chest and tell him it'll kill him if he crosses the line. I know it doesn't kill the dogs, but that's probably because it's not usually directly beside their heart. Or I could tell him I modified it to be lethal.
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Nope. I just remembered there's this thing called biocompatibility. In my defense I have implanted things in people before, but it was all in people I didn't want to live for very long. Also I realized he's got hands so he could just find the breaker box and turn it off. It's so much harder to control people than dogs…
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Not only is this the longest I've ever kept a victim, but now my victim's victim has lasted longer than any of my other victims. I realized it's different for him because he can't just go out and get another one when this one dies (I know, I should have thought of this sooner), so I made sure to tell him I'd get him a new one. He didn't seem to be very into it at the time, but then later I caught him on mic whispering "I'm going to kill you soon" to his victim. So I might be going hunting.
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Yeah I'm definitely going hunting. Daniel's victim tried to make a run for it and got his chest caved in for it. By Daniel, to be clear. He seemed to regret it right away and was getting pretty worked up so I held him and told him how proud of him I was. I asked him if he wanted the corpse removed and he said yes, but he didn't seem sure about it. Maybe next time I'll push him on it.
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Man, you'd think we practiced it. I brought the new guy down just like last time, only this time Daniel was on his victim's cot pretending to be handcuffed. He starts pleading to be let out, the new guy rushes over to do it, Daniel headbutts him and cuffs him. It was great stuff. Kind of dented Daniel's tough guy image to get locked in the cell too, but we'll get there. Maybe by the next one I'll have figured out how to keep him upstairs. It's annoyingly hard to secure a normal room from escape in a way that maintains plausible deniability.
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Wait, I'm dumb. I don't need it to be secure, I just need it to be alarmed. If it wakes me up when he tries to escape I should be able to get him in time. Not necessarily non-lethally, unfortunately, but if I explain that to him I think he's smart enough not to run.
I already fall asleep listening to him most nights. It'll be nice to get to do it without the sound having to come through a microphone.
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fuck you. my house now. hope you enjoy your own sick little torture dungeon
my name isn't even daniel, asshole
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oh look, you killed your playmate. now you have nobody to torture. nice going, idiot. and I'm not taking the corpse away
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sick fuck. i am taking the corpse away.
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i shouldn't even be feeding you. i should just let you starve down there
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turns out little bitch boy can dish it out but can't take it. this is going to be fun
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Ooookay. That was bad. It should go without saying that I've never fucked up that bad before. But I got hold of Tyler (oops!) when he was torturing me (which I can take just fine, by the way) and he's back in his cell now.
Funny to think if any of the others got even a hint of that opportunity they'd have taken it in a heartbeat. I'd be in jail or dead right now and they'd be free. But not my Tyler. He's like me and he knows it.
I just told him that over the mic and he said to go fuck myself. I think he's embarrassed with himself right now but he'll get over it.
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He contacted someone. He contacted someone! Of course he contacted someone, because that’s the worst possible decision he could have made. No identifying details, just a “I’m still alive, don’t worry about me” message but they traced it here. I had police inside my house. Thank god I wasn’t in the middle of a session. And that I didn’t have a screamer.
I gave them the decoy laptop but I didn’t have time to update it. It's supposed to have some kind of malware on it that gives me plausible deniability about incriminating internet traffic. Hopefully they find that and believe it. I don’t know. Maybe my computer guy can like, remote access it and plant something more specific.
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He left. The corpse. In the fucking storage room.
I had police. In my home. With a corpse. In the closet.
He’s going to wish I killed him.
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We’re leaving. I don’t think they’re going to buy the laptop coverup and I can't hide everything well enough to stand up to a police search.
I made a nice little montage of his torture footage (again, it's great work), with special attention to the two victims he killed. I cut around myself for the first one, not that it’s going to matter after they find my basement.
I remember a while ago I thought he’d be able to explain away any video evidence by pinning it on me. Not anymore. You can see it on his face, he’s clearly doing this because he wants to. And even if they can’t see that, he clearly killed the second guy for trying to escape. No jury who sees this wouldn’t convict. It’s a great video.
I’m going to show it to him and explain the deal. He can kill me, or get us caught, and this video will be sent to the police in 3 days. Or, he can come with me. As an equal. We’ll settle down somewhere, I’ll teach him how to hunt, we can get a place with 2 cells in the basement. Or maybe we just share. And I won’t hurt him any more (unless he wants me to).
There is a third option, where I just let him go and we keep each others’ secrets. Mutually assured destruction. But he won’t take it. I don’t know whether I found him or made him but he’s like me now. He knows he can't go back.
Time to see what he says.
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He said yes!
I can’t believe I’m going to have a partner. This is going to be amazing. I got a little carried away in the proposal and said he could torture me once in a while, and honestly I think that might have been what sealed the deal. Which, hey, I guess it’s only fair. And it wasn’t wholly unp little bitch boy’s going to scream for me
Ok that was him, obviously, but I don’t care. There’s only one thing that would spoil my mood right now.
Speaking of which, this is going to be my last entry here. New life, new log. Maybe I’ll get my eloquent new partner to start his own. good luck with that
We really need to get going. See you never again.
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6 Nov. 2024
California Killer At Large
A Sacramento man went missing just hours before a police search that uncovered evidence of multiple murders, police say. The search followed a message claiming to be from a missing person, which was traced to the home of 35-year-old Christopher McIntyre. Police contacted McIntyre before a warrant was issued, possibly tipping the killer off.
Police say at least one body was discovered on the property, with evidence suggesting the victim count is much higher. Also found were a large collection of surgical instruments, arm and leg restraints on the dining table, and a room described as a "holding cell" with two beds and surveillance equipment in the basement. Police speculate that the killer may have tortured the victims for an unknown amount of time before killing them.
A list of 26 names found on the property corresponds to 26 missing persons cases dating back at least 9 years, police say, with the majority of the disappearances being more recent. Police have not yet released the identities of the confirmed or suspected victims, but have stated that the missing person whose message tipped them off was not included, prompting speculation that the victim is still alive.
Police attempts to locate the suspected killer have been unsuccessful. The public is urged to stay watchful and report any suspicious behavior.
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8 Nov 2024
Victim or Villain
This article contains graphic discussion of torture and death. Reader discretion is advised.
A shocking video of the torture and murder of two men surfaced on social media early on Friday. Internet sleuths quickly identified the perpetrator as missing person Tyler Owens, 29, previously believed to be the unidentified missing person whose message led to the discovery of suspected serial killer Christopher McIntyre.
Users on social media are divided on whether Owens was working with McIntyre willingly or was forced into committing the acts. Proponents of Owens' innocence emphasize the first killing in the video, where an unidentified man (believed to be McIntyre) is seen positioning Owens' hands and grasping his shoulder. The anti-Owens camp points to the second murder, where Owens grabs an escaping victim and throws him to the floor before stomping through his chest.
Other users don't think it matters whether McIntyre was influencing Owens, with one social media user posting "hey. killing people is bad even if you're being brainwashed. i cant believe this is a conversation we're actually having".
Users also debate the interpretation of Owens' expressions during the torture scenes, with one user posting "Ok when we started using the 'put me down as scared and horny' meme I didn't realize it was because some of you literally can't tell the difference".
The video is sparking additional controversies. TikTok star Kiera Supreme issued an apology for a now-deleted post that read "so i'm locked in a torture basement and im NOT supposed to torture someone? get real", and Instagram user jasonmimes took down a video in which he mimed (with impressive clarity) himself being forced to torture an invisible victim.
In a statement, the Sacramento police urged users to stop circulating and commenting on the video, as it may impede any potential conviction related to the crimes depicted. In response, many in the pro-Owens camp increased the flood of social media posts, often accompanied with the phrase "now i am posting even harder".
I need like NEED more pet whump focused more on the actual training process.
Whumper getting whumpee used to sleeping in a kennel. So confined and restrictive that even when they aren't in the kennel they begin to naturally curl up into a tight ball while sleeping.
Making sure Whumpee never speaks, not like a person at least, maybe the training is so good that even after whumpee is saved, all they can manage is barks and whines just like a dog.
Whumper forces whumpee to eat dog food, or an equivalent, right out of a dog bowl, just like a dog should. When whumpee is saved, they simply refuse to eat for a few days, they're a good dog, good dogs don't eat off plates.
Until finally caretaker (desperate to avoid whumpee developing refeeding syndrome) buys a dog bowl for whumpee. Which, much to the relief (and slight horror) of caretaker, finally gets whumpee to eat, though hesitantly, after all whumper did good to teach whumpee that dogs don't eat people food.
Caretaker has to get creative to find ways to get whumpee to eat actual people food that won't make them feel like they're disobeying.
Whumpee who insists on sleeping at the foot of caretaker's bed, who sits beside the bed whimpering and whining until finally caretaker relents, whumpee jumping up on the bed and quickly falling asleep at caretaker's feet.
Whumpee is taught commands, sit, stay, roll over, it takes some convincing (withholding food, shock collar, beatings) but eventually whumpee begins to play along.
Whumpee feels an attachment to their collar, because being collared means being owned, being owned means you're useful, the only reason whumpee survived whumper is because they stayed useful. So when caretaker tries to take whumpee's collar off they become hysterical, crying and freaking out, cowering in a corner. The first time caretaker hears whumpee speak is whumpee begging to not be put down, that they can learn more tricks. They can do better, be better. They'll do anything, anything if it means they'll stay caretakers pet.
Whumpee had watched other 'pets' being put down, usually in awful slow and painful ways. As whumper always said "If you aren't useful alive, you might as well be entertaining as you die".
It takes caretaker nearly an hour to get whumpee to calm down, even then they can still hear whumpee's quiet sobs when caretaker is in the other room.
whumpee turned into a nonhuman thing like a puppet, doll, or automaton but still suffers from psychosomatic sensations like hunger, thirst, and the need to breathe.
Until their mind accepts they're no longer alive, the pain won't stop, without any means of relief.
protective caretaker but its that overwhelming emotion of being humbled and possessive of the fact that whumpee trusted you to see them at their most vulnerable, recovering in the hospital room with only a thin blanket covering their naked form, struggling to come to, and relying on you to help give them a ginger ale bc their hand coordination is too woobly and vowing never to let anything happen to them and maybe not let anyone else see them like this as much as you can help it.
That's my art. I have a signature on it in the right side and I have my insta handle watermarked on it on Instagram @cardin_watts. I have a lot of imposter syndrome for this piece bc compared to a lot of other fanarts, it's pretty mid and didn't do as good numbers. But I have enough self respect to know it's worth more than to be ripped off and used as scam bait.
And if that's true at all for my art it's WAAAY more true for the hundred of other pieces on there.
Naming and shaming this absolute scum bag for scraping so many gorgeous, handcrafted fanarts from several fandoms, including Iron Lung.
Please please please report and ban this user, they are also trying to monetize off of these fanarts, using an imprint link without the original creators consent. It's a whole mess.
Fuck soulless assholes like this, I'm really angry.
Reblogs are encouraged so this gets a higher reach.
Update: it looks like the account got demolished. Good work everyone, wherever you came from. Thanks for rallying up around this, I know this won't be the last time accounts like this crop up, but it's good to see the community going strong.
