I don’t believe in DNIs, but this blog’s content is mostly SFW (if violence and gore can be considered safe for work, lmao). The occasional nsfwhump will be tagged as such.
About me: Zipper (they/them), 20s, aro-ace
I take writing commissions! Find my commission sheet here!
My writing tag is #zipwrites. My current-ish projects are The Ol’ Ball and Chain, The New Roux, and On the Wing. Everything I post is some form of rough draft. Some go through more variations than others.
Archive of my writing: thezipperzone.blogspot.com
More about me n’ my blog under the cut!
Likes: lab whump, medical whump, hero and villain whump, dehumanization, kidnapping, captivity, pet whump.
Squicks: nsfw, cannibalism (please don’t ask me about these things)
My archived (unfinished, no longer being updated) whump series are The Animal I’ve Become, The Apprentice, Roux & Ambrose, and Box Bastards.
I usually tag trigger warnings with the “tw” after the content (ex: “blood tw”), or with the word “whump” after it (ex: “medical whump). I trigger tag my writing more than reblogs; you can expect to see/read gore and violence here, though, and if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to unfollow or block me.
Feel free to send me asks or talk to me about whump stuff! Especially lab whump!
Declan, my bloodbag whumpee from my series 'Shattered'! 🩸⛓️
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Commissioned from the AMAZING AND BEYOND SUPER TALENTED @elgrajaz ! thank you so so much for drawing my boy!!! 🥹😭 It's beautiful, I can't stop looking at him!!! AAAAAA!
"Yes, sir. Your perfect weapon, I swear to the God of Tade."
"And it's obedient and emotionless, no matter what I do to it."
"Of course, sir! Our training house provides the best serv—
A backhanded slap sends the Trainer on the floor. The Owner shakes the blood off the family ring. Then walks to the Weapon, unmuzzles it and slaps it too—one, two, three times. Trainer sits on the floor in terror. Weapon locks its ice blue eyes on the Owner, its head doesn't even jerk as the black diamond rips the skin on its cheek.
(me on a first date) and what do you think of the inherent intimacy of surgery? have you considered the love someone must have to put their hands under your skin and hold the most grotesque parts of you and put them back together nicely? is anyone really closer to you than that? we all get uh a little enamored on the surgery table don't we haha. wait come back
why do so many people think “grotesque” is a negative word. im saying it affectionately. sorry you cant love and enjoy the grotesque but i can. its a positive trait.
Regarding potential post-whump reactions: The thing about hyper-vigilance is that there's an upper limit to it. Like, eventually, someone can be so on edge and so fried and trying to take in so much that they just stop taking in anything. Not flinching anymore, not keenly attuned to every escape route, not alert to possible dangers—internally restless and keyed up all the same, but it's all static, none of it useful because there's no way to differentiate signal in the midst of all that noise.
Whumpee is given to a friend (or relative) of whumper for a few days. Whumper and this friend haven’t always been on the best of terms, but it seems things have been getting better so whumper trusts them.
It’s not even an hour after Whumper leaves that their friend orders Whumpee into the back seat of their car and drives for miles with barely a word. Whumpee is tense, it’s likely they’re being stolen from Whumper, yet this could also be their chance at freedom. It’s only when the car pulls over on the side of an empty highway that Whumpee understands: Whumpers friend is releasing them, not out of kindness, but simply revenge against Whumper. Whumpers’ friend didn’t care if whumpee was safe, just that whumper lost their precious captive/pet/slave.
As whumpee watches the car drive away, they battle with the fact that even their freedom wasn’t their choice.
"sorry for the mess," whumpee says, picking trash off of the floor and stuffing it into the overfilled trash can. They lie, "I don't usually let it get this bad."
AAHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 💕 Their expressions and poses and the little tear in the dress it’s all so perfectttt….also seems like a small thing but I really do love her hair 🥲
Such a perfect piece to commemorate one year of Unmade ❤️❤️❤️
Whumpee swallowed. She straightened her back again, a perfect ballerina pose, and waited for the pianist to start over. Then, she began the dance again.
She leapt and twirled and made a mistake but she kept going and she made another mistake and she was so tired but Whumper wanted a performance and she made a mistake again and then she came to a stop, a smile on her face, never letting it show just how tired she was, or how scared.
Whumper stood, clapping slowly. Then, they walked over and caressed her face. "Subpar," they said in a low voice. "Again."
the thing about living weapons trained to go undercover is they seem so normal. charismatic, even. so there's always the risk that someone on their team ends up attached, ends up seeing LW as a person—a friend, even.
so what's a shady, vaguely military organization to do? amp up the dehumanization, of course! no handlers here, just Inventory Management. other LWs get barebones cells barely fit for a dog. Stealth LWs get put into storage, medically induced comas that increase the risk of the weapon degrading, sure, but it's not a big deal! it's not like they're people. we can always make more.
the programming is deeper, the corrections more severe, and most importantly, the weapons are not to display mission behaviours during quality control or maintenance. laughing, smiling, back talk, body language, all turned off the second they're back where they belong.
I really like it when a character is in so much distress that they start self harming about it. Nails digging into their own skin until they bleed. They might not even be aware that they're doing it, it's like an ingrained automatic response to fear for them.
