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redd956 · 11 months

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Whump Prompt List: NMA Edition

Based off of my NMA worldbuilding line

AKA Whump that @demondamage would like. AKA: nonhuman whumpees, experiment whump, medical whump, lab whump

CW: Violence, Hospital Whump, Experiment Whump, Nonhuman whumpees, Death Mention, Needles

Draining whumpee's blood in order to centrifuge a special resource from it

Hooking whumpee up to an IV that contains some form of sedative, paralytic, or similar formula inside of it

A physically powerful whumpee needing to be held down by a group, as a sedative is forcefully entered into their system

Whumpee watching their blood exit their veins through a tube, knowing theirs nothing they can do, slowly realizing that they're taking too much

Whumpee getting their blood drained, not knowing if their captors are going to stop before it's too late, or if they plan to get rid of whumpee this way after all

Filing down whumpee's sharp teeth, their pointed claws, sawing off their horns, tying down their tail. Whatever needs to be done to keep the nonhuman whumpee from having an advantage.

Whumpee being kept sedated or out of it, until they are needed for their magic

Muzzled and/or restrained whumpee lashing out at the doctors analyzing

Whumpee's every nonhuman aspect being analyzed, their privacy completely invaded, as doctors poke and prod, crooning over their find

A group of whumpees are captures, and they all fear the worse. However after one is found to be more rare than the others, they quickly discover that for one of them, it's going to be much much worse.

Multiple whumpees getting separated based off of the research that needs to be conducted on them

A limp whumpee, kept down for research, needing to be moved or treated as a comatose patient since the doctors dealing with them are too scared of their abilities

Testing to see what whumpee reacts painfully too, how they heal from the different things tested on them, watching them slowly grow terrified of the scientist opening their door

Taking a marker to whumpee's skin and going to town, preparing for the next set of plans

Forcing whumpee to use their magic or nonhuman abilities far past their limit

Whumpee growing more and more tired as they loose their magic/blood, watching the world darken and the noise of life muffle

Doctors taunting and teasing a heavily restrained whumpee. Whumpee, who is normally such a dangerous creature, can do nothing as they pull on their tail or forcibly spread out their wings

Hands latching onto whumpee's face, moving their head into the position they need to

Whumpee waking to the feeling of fingers prodding for the perfect injection spot

Strapping whumpee down to a table, the doctor admiring their work, thinking they'd never see a nonhuman of this type to work on

Whumpee being returned to a cell full of other nonhuman whumpees after a finish experiment, being plopped down unceremoniously in front of the others, before the doctor looks up to pick the next one

Tattooing whumpee to know what experiment group they belong to

Holding an oxygen mask to whumpee's face, watching as the mist of a sedative kicks in

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montammil · 1 year

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Lab whumper dialogue

My favorite trope is the sadistic scientist/doctor whumper, so I may have indulged...

1. “The greatest scientific discoveries often require us to step outside of our comfort zones. Are you willing to take that leap with me?”

2. “It will only hurt for a moment.”

3. “My dear, the ends always justify the means. Think of how so many people will find our research beneficial. You aren’t being selfish, are you?”

4. “Morality is just a construct created by society.”

5. “Everything we do is in the name of science... and science requires sacrifice.”

6. “You should feel privileged. Few people have the chance to contribute so directly to the advancement of science.”

7. “I understand your apprehension, but remember, you agreed to this.”

8. “I must admit, darling, I find your resilience quite admirable. You're much stronger than my previous test subjects. But don’t worry, I have a few tricks up my sleeve to break even the strongest of wills.”

9. “I assure you, I have done this many times before. You will be fine.”

10. “I know the methods I use may seem cruel to the unenlightened mind, but you’ll understand... one day.”

11. “I’ll have to remember to make note of this in my journal. Fascinating.”

12. “The line between genius and madness is a thin one, so go ahead and call me mad. To me, it’s a compliment.”

13. “You signed a consent form, correct? Then you fully knew the risks.”

14. “You’re doing so well, darling. Just a little longer and we’'ll have all the data we need.”

15. “I’m sorry, but the procedure was not a complete success. We'll have to try again. As many times as it takes. You understand, right?”

#lab whump #medical whump #sadistic whumper #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #creepy/intimate whumper #whumper dialogue #whump dialogue #whumper #doctor whumper #i have to get my wisdom teeth removed in a few weeks and was thinking while writing this...#how crazy would it be if my dentist says this to me?#now i'm going to have nightmares about my dentist #also i obviously took inspo from dottore from genshin impact so i thought i'd put that here lol

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whumpsoda · 7 months

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Trapped

I have been so busy and burnt out lately from work and writing and art and just everything :(

I have had like no good ideas working out for me and this definitely isn’t the greatest as well, but I’m glad to at least have SOMETHING

And idk if anyone has any ideas or requests I am SO open to that :)) Enjoy!

cw: restraints

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Doctor stepped to the bulky, leather chair, calmly plopping herself into it. The air in the bright, sterile room was thick and tense, but she paid it no mind.

Armed, burly guards were stationed on almost every side of her, hammering into her head how really dangerous her job was. She would much rather ignore that fact completely. No matter how risky, she was well aware of how essential her work really was. Her constantly above and beyond results was also a telltale sign of her vitality.

Moments prior, she had been urgently called down to the newest resident’s room, 0075, for what had been described as an emergency. Her higher ups always seemed to blow things out of proportion, doubting her capabilities, so the doctor was not worried. The doctor was never, worried. Not like she would show it anyways.

When she had first entered the room, she had first taken notice of her newest subject, displayed behind a thick window of glass. They had been strapped into a firm, uncushioned chair, retrained with thick, rigid, leather straps. The sight sent a momentary strike of guilt through Doctor’s being. That would occasionally occur, before she had to remind herself who she was dealing with, and why.

As expected, there were no reported injuries or power use. The guards gave no rational explanation as to why the patient had been restrained, or why Doctor had been so urgently called for. Only that the patient was in hysteric distress, which was a very usual experience for Doctor to witness.

Sitting in her own comfortable leather chair, she prepared herself for the introduction she had presented so many times prior.

“Hello patient, I’m Doctor. I’ve been so eagerly looking forward to meeting our newest resident, although not exactly in your state of discomfort.” The person’s eyes across the glass stabbed into the doctor’s, their look a mix of fury, desperation, and embarrassment.

“Let me go.” They snapped. As they began to struggle against the straps, the numerous security personnel guarding them took quick notice.

“Do not touch them.” The command froze the guards in their tracks. “They’re fine.” Doctor flashed a genuine smile toward their patient in attempt to comfort them, eliciting only a glare in response.

Doctor remembered the patient’s file stating they were young, but not as young as they appeared. The subject couldn’t be any older than twenty three, at the very most. Doctor was much older, and rarely ever saw any patients under thirty. They saddened at the thought of someone being corrupted so young.

Doctor lofted her hands into a defensive position, almost as if taming a wild beast. “I know you must be very scared right now, understandably so, but I am only here to help.”

“Help? So that’s why I’ve been kidnapped, and taken to some, some crazy government place? Let! Me! Go!” The yells elicited no reaction from Doctor, having heard the same spiel so many times before.

“If you would prefer, I could elaborate on our facility, our practices, and why you’re here?” She smiled again, her dimpled cheeks lifting to her eyes.

“No! I want you to let me go!” The patient continued struggling, to no avail, especially thanks to the metal cuffs that engulfed the patient’s entire hands. They became increasingly more distressed, their voice receding from unbridled anger, and rather leading to desperation. “You gotta let me go, lady, please! I’ve already seen enough of whatever crazy shit you’ve got going on in here, and I want no part of it.”

“If you’d just let me explain,”

“I don’t need you’re fake crap! I’ve already seen the other victims in this disgusting place, which was more than enough to fully convince me this whole thing is batshit insane!” They chuckled, a nervous and heavy one. Their cheeks were tear stained, their eyes already red and puffy from whatever events had perspired earlier.

Doctor was fully prepared for their first interaction to not go as well as she had always hoped it would. Not one patient ever gave her a trusting chance at first, but eventually they did.

This one would not be any different, she was sure of it.

“Honey, I understand you’re afraid, but no one is going to hurt you. Our only objective is to help.” She kept her back straight, both hands wrapped in her lap, and the same soothing smile plastered across her face.

“You kidnapped me! Kept me in a lab rat room for a week!”

“Oh honey, trust me, this is all for the good of everyone, and you know it.”

The patient let out another boisterous laugh, coated in worry. “You have got to be kidding! The good of everyone? Like I said, I’ve seen you’re other victims, you can’t lie to me!”

“Honey, they’re not victims, not anymore. They’re patients, just like you, getting the rehabilitation they need.”

“You call mind wiping rehab? Stealing and, and erasing a person’s entire being, molding them into some stupid, carbon copy of a model citizen? Jumbling up someone’s brains? You people are insane! You’re not helping anyone but yourselves!”

“We are not erasing anyone. We simply erase the villainy, their nature to commit acts of evil. Like I said, the disappearance of these seeds of evil in a person's mind simply ensures the safety of all innocent people, as well as the ill themselves.” A slender finger pushed up the shining frame of her cold glasses.

The patient’s mouth ran dry, a concoction of disbelief and horror spread across their scarred face.

“You- you can’t do this… I- I didn’t-”

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t lie to me child, you’ve certainly done a lot of things. That's what evidently landed you here, unfortunately.”

The reality of the situation was ramping up the patient’s panic, displayed through their ramped up frantic thrashing and staggered breaths.

For a moment the doctor’s smile lost its shimmer, although it almost instantly returned in full. She turned to face the guard positioned attentively next to her. “Sedate them please, I don’t have any more time to waste dealing with this nonsense.”

As she began swiftly picking herself out of her chair, and strode determinedly to the giant metal exit, the doctor turned to meet her new resident’s gaze one last time. Although their wails enveloped the room, their eyes clouded by fat tears, they managed to meet one another’s piercing eyes.

“I look forward to your long awaited recovery, Villain. You’ll soon see just how delightful it will truly be.”

#whumpblr #whump #villain whumpee #Lab whump #maybe?#doctor whumper #hero villain whump #villain #my writing #Writing drabble

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whump-softie · 1 year

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Whumper that is a Doctor. A perceived safety in a sterile room, the confidentiality, the careful touches of nurses.

Except maybe those pills aren’t the right color as they should be.

Maybe those nurses were pressing just a tad too hard in all the delicate, sore spots.

Maybe that gown was supposed to expose you, not to examine you. But at this point, it’s hard to tell.

You wouldn’t question a Doctor, would you? A professional? Everything you say is confidential… right?

#whump #doctor whumper #patient whumpee #whump drabble #whump prompt #can you tell I work in a doctors office?

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whump-card · 8 months

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Sunless Lives Part 26: I Will Make You Better

~1220 words

CW: Medical whump, therapist/doctor whumper, mention of past noncon, clinical discussion of suicide and self harm, panic, flashbacks, overmedication, pressured eating

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DR MANDAL: You know I have to ask. Where are you right now with your relationship with Simon?

M BECK: I know. I know I keep flip flopping. But it really depends on where he’s at once he gets out of Summerwhite.

DR MANDAL: I’ve noticed something. Let me know if you think I’m wrong. In all of our discussions about whether you will maintain a relationship with Simon, and what kind of relationship it will be, you always hang your decision on his feelings. His mental health. His experience. Do you think that’s accurate?

M BECK: Yeah. I just want him to be happy.

DR MANDAL: I’d like you to try thinking more about your feelings, your health, your experience. What’s going to be the best for you?

M BECK: I want to be with him.

DR MANDAL: I understand that, and if it works out that’s wonderful. But Matthew, you are still having severe flashbacks. Additionally, you described that interacting with Simon brought on upsetting flashbacks while you were together in the clinic. Now, I see your face, I’m not saying that this would make a relationship impossible. All I want is for you to consider your own health and safety when you think about how a relationship with Simon would work.

[0:55]

M BECK: [Unintelligible]

DR MANDAL: Matthew, take deep breaths. You’re okay. You’re here with me. Breathe with me.

M BECK: [Unintelligible]

DR MANDAL: I know, Matthew. I know.

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“And how would you rate your desire to harm yourself, zero being none and ten being you have a plan to kill yourself?”

“Zero.”

The gray-haired doctor, Deckard, glared at Simon over the top of his glasses.

“Lying won’t get you out of here sooner.”

“I’m not lying.” Simon did his best to keep his voice gentle, soft, non-argumentative, the way everyone liked it. It was hard with how much his stomach hurt.

“You were voluntarily a vampire’s chew toy until last week, that’s self-harm. If he showed up right now to take you away with him, would you go?”

“No.” That was a lie. The thought of Matthew - human or vampire - taking Simon away from this horrible place was almost more hopeful than he could bear.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, and if you don’t tell me the truth I’m writing you up.”

Simon winced.

“One,” he compromised, “Just one.”

“Hm.” Dr Deckard’s pen scraped across his clipboard, writing far more than a tally in a feelings chart. Simon’s knee bounced with nerves.

He was sitting across from Deckard in the doctor’s office, a massive cluttered desk between them. It could have been a bright room, but the tall arched windows were covered with cheap blinds. Fluorescent panel lights hung from the water-stained ceiling, flickering just enough to be noticeable but not enough to be fixed. Bookshelves along one wall were too neat to be used much, contrasting with the paperwork-flooded desk.

“My job,” Dr Deckard announced suddenly, “Is to make sure that you are not a threat to yourself or others. We’ve started working on the ‘yourself’ part already.” He leaned forward to look at Simon, adding the clipboard to the stacks on his desk. “Let’s start on the other. Tell me about Lara.”

Simon’s heart rate picked up instantly, his own eyes bouncing between Dr Deckard’s watery blue ones. Surely he’d misheard the doctor.

“What?”

“You became violent while under great duress before, I need to make sure it won’t happen again while you’re here.”

Christian told him.

Of course he did.

“It won’t.”

“Regardless. Walk me through the events leading up to your outburst.”

Outburst?

“I don’t…” Simon felt a lump growing in his throat. He felt stupid for crying so easily, But he was so tired, and his stomach hurt, and he’d only found one friendly face in this whole facility.

“What made you so angry with Lara?”

It wasn’t anger. It was never anger. Simon could never be angry with Lara. But he was so scared of antagonizing the doctor that he didn’t correct it.

Bowers.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Dr Deckard tried a comforting smile, but it came off more like a chimp baring its teeth.

“I need to know, it’s for the best. For everyone’s safety.”

I need to know.

Simon was back there in an instant, trapped under Matthew.

This is for your own good.

“I really don’t-” he hiccupped with a suppressed sob, “I can’t-”

I’m not going to hurt you. I just need you to tell me.

Simon pressed his hands to his face, shrinking down in the chair.

“Where are you right now, Simon? Are you with Lara?”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” His voice strained with the effort of speaking quietly. He didn’t want to yell. He couldn’t yell. Not after the first time.

“Is Lara hurting you?”

Even now, Simon couldn’t help but defend her.

“Lara never hurt me,” he said, the words coming out in a low whine.

“Captain Isles…” Dr Deckard shuffled through the papers in front of him, and his voice grew stronger when he found what he was looking for. “Isles relayed that Lara would hit you and sexually assault you. Is that not true?”

It was. It wasn’t. Lara was different. But Simon knew Dr Deckard would believe Christian over him, so he nodded, dropping his hands to his lap and rubbing them anxiously against his thighs.

“It’s not true?”

Fuck.

Simon felt his stomach roll, and he clutched at it. He was given so many pills, and he knew they were wreaking havoc on his body. The doctors and nurses asked so many confusing questions, and made all sorts of assumptions, until it was too far beyond Simon’s ability to explain everything in the right way, in a way that would make sense to them, in a way that would make them leave him alone.

Fucking idiot.

“She did, but that’s not what - that’s not what I’m, I’m upset about, I just - please, I don’t want to talk about this, I don’t feel well!” he sobbed.

“Simon, look at me,” said Dr Deckard, quiet but firm, “You need to try. You have to want to get better.”

He wanted to get better, he really did. Matthew had told him to.

But this felt wrong.

The next tear-filled and flashback-riddled twenty minutes went nowhere. Simon was deposited back in the common room with a protein drink, red-eyed and exhausted.

“Hey sweet thing.” Chett approached him immediately. “Rough sesh?”

Simon nodded gratefully. He had wildly misjudged Chett at their first encounter - apparently Simon was unfamiliar with southern hospitality. He let Chett lead them to his usual table. It was just the two of them that day; Chett’s previous companions were long gone after their 72-hour holds. About two-thirds of Fort Summerwhite’s occupancy came and went like that. It was dizzying for Simon to almost always be surrounded by strangers, especially as he slept in a room with two others. But Chett had become a kindly constant, and he helpfully reminded Simon to keep swigging the protein drink as they played gin rummy with shaking hands.

He was underweight - if he took too long to drink it, he’d get in trouble.

No one wanted to get in trouble at Summerwhite.

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Taglist: @flowersarefreetherapy, @pigeonwhumps, @sunshiline-writes, @seasaltandcopper

#whump #whump fic #whump writing #sunless lives #sunless lives arc 3 #Medical whump #psych whump #doctor whumper #therapist whumper #CW past noncon #cw discussion of suicide #cw panic #cw flashbacks #cw overmedication #cw pressured eating #cw discussion of self harm #my writing

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fanatichistory · 8 months

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Scene Prompt 19 pt 5

Part 1 Part2 Part 3 Part 4

This one is full of medical/lab whump! Next part is going to have more of Whumper in it ;D Enjoy!

(Should I give the team names at all? Like Dr. Nova has a name...kinda tempted to name the team members...)

CW: Medical whump, multiple whumpees, needles

Teammate One continued to scream and thrash against the restraints holding them to the gurney. It felt as if their blood was on fire and their skin was peeling off.

The soldiers wheeling them through the hallway were glancing uncomfortably at each other every now and again with Whumper taking up the rear.

"In here." Whumper directed, pointing to the room just ahead.

As they all entered single file through the door, the gurney wheeled between the two soldiers, Dr. Nova looked up from his microscope at the counter and turned to greet them.

"Ah, I see Teammate One is experiencing the enemy's serum…good, good. Place them there." He indicated the open space in front of the monitor and machines.

As the soldiers deposited the gurney with the still screaming and thrashing Teammate One, Whumper stepped up to Dr. Nova and handed over the dart gun.

"For the posterity of your work, you should know that they have two shots in their system. The first one didn't seem to be working effectively. That, or they just tolerated the pain a little to well."

"I saw." Dr. Nova indicated the security feed of the holding cells on his computer. "You simply did not give enough time for it to kick in is all." He drolled, though his tone held the faintest reprimand in it.

Whumper shrugged with an apologetic smile. "I'll leave you to your work, then, Doctor."

Truth be told Teammate One's screams, which hadn't let up yet, were beginning to grate on his ears. Not that Whumper didn't mind screaming in general, but it had already been several minutes now and he was bored.

Dr. Nova merely nodded as they injected something into Whumpee's Iv bag and walked across the large room, picking up the clipboard with Teammate One's notes from his desk, and began looking them over.

Teammate panted heavily, their eyes casting wildly about, their blood still on fire and their skin still feeling like it was peeling off their body layer by layer. Their throat was hoarse as they continued to scream out in agony.

"Yes…they truly manipulated my serum to be absolutely incapacitating…Tell me, what does it feel like?" Dr. Nova gently placed two fingers on Teammate One's pulse to assure themselves that it matched the monitor reading.

"F-f-fire!"

"Interesting. I don't know whether to be impressed by their science division or insulted that my version of the serum was inadequate in some way." They mused mostly to themselves as they scribbled on the clipboard before going to the wall that housed a metal storage rack full of various vials and bottles and chemicals.

Plucking a small bottle from the middle shelf, taking next a few empty vials, Dr. Nova turned to the counter, opening a drawer and pulling out two clean syringes and removed one from the packaging. Their pace was unhurried despite Teammate One's obvious pain and they seemed rather unbothered by the continual screaming.

"This should counter it's effects, but first I need to draw some blood before I can administer it." Placing the instruments on a metal tray, he walked over to where the rolling cart was sitting and placed it on top.

Wheeling it over to their bedside, he picked up the needle and tapped with a finger to find a decent enough vein in their arm.

Teammate One's continued thrashing made it rather difficult, even with the restraints in place, but after a few minutes Dr. Nova was sure he was able to stick the vein as he quietly went about filling up the empty vials with his blood samples.

"Alright, hush now, I probably should have worn ear plugs for this." He mused as he prepared the antidote to the enemy's serum. Hopefully, it worked.

Jabbing it into their bicep he began cleaning up the tray and placing everything back in it's proper place, disposing of the packaging, and placing the blood samples on the counter next to the microscope for further inspection.

Teammate One began to slowly quiet down as the antidote started to take effect. The fire in their veins was beginning to cool finally.

Dr. Nova stood next to their bedside now that the screaming had stopped and they had begun to openly cry. "Walk me through the experience, Teammate One, what did it feel like? Use your words now."

They looked up tiredly, thoroughly exhausted and wanting nothing more than to sleep. But it still felt as if their skin was peeling off, itchy and uncomfortable to a degree they couldn't even begin to describe and it left them in tears.

"Teammate One…speak."

"The f-fire in my veins is-is gone now…" Dr. Nova began to write on the clipboard, shoving their glasses up the nose when it slid down.

"But?"

"My s-skin…it feels wrong. L-Like being peeled…layer by layer." They answered between sobs, their eyes pleading for relief.

"Intriguing to say the least." He responded as he finished his notes, leaving Teammate One as they were. Preparing a slide with a blood sample, he sat at the microscope and raised his glasses to the top of his head to sit out of the way and he leaned over to peer through the lens.

A heartbeat or two go by, Teammate One residing themselves to the fact that their skin with never be comfortable or feel this agonizing from now on as a side effect of the experiment under way.

"My serum was indeed vastly inadequate…this combination of components is markedly inspiring…" Dr. Nova mused, wonder and jealousy lacing his tone as he flicked to different magnifications. "I wonder who concocted this."

Across the room, Whumpee's monitor gave a single beep, alerting Dr. Nova that there was a slight change in rhythm.

It also drew Teammate One's attention as well as he got up to check the machines and make note of the change on the clipboard at the foot of Whumpee's bed.

Whumpee was still injured severely from the other day when Whumper had 'interrogated' them, leaving them multiple broken bones including their ribs, both their legs and one of their arms. It wasn't until after the base was taken over that the team found out that Dr. Nova had requested the broken bones in particular, to test something Teammate One was sure, but apparently Whumper had gotten to enthusiastic that Dr. Nova had to wait until Whumpee was stable enough to even begin.

"H-how is Whumpee?" They dared to ask while simultaneously hoping for information as to what Dr. Nova planned to do with them.

It seemed like the doctor was ignoring them at first as they put the clipboard back and sat at their microscope once more.

"They are recovering just fine. They are stable and resting, though I'm sure that aberration was due to a nightmare of some kind. It is common in subjects who have been through a psychological trauma." He half-answered, turning his back to Teammate One as they resumed their notes on their blood work.

"Interesting…" He murmured aloud, here and there as he continued to work the blood samples.

Teammate One had given up counting the styrofoam tiles on the ceiling and cataloguing every item on the doctors desk. Their skin still hurt and they needed a distraction.

"What is?"

Dr. Nova glanced back over their shoulder with a raised brow. "What I am clearly working on, Teammate One. I know you are still experiencing some adverse effects, the antidote needs some improvement to be sure, but if you would quit interrupting I would be able to manufacture one much sooner for you."

"S-sorry."

"Quite alright…" he turned back to his work, collecting various bottles and vials to bring to his work station as he got to work.

"If you need a distraction try counting sheep."

#whump scenario #scene prompt #whump prompt #whump writing #whump scenes #whumper x whumpee #multiple whumpees #medical whump #lab whump #whump drabble #tw syringe #tw needles #doctor whumper

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i-eat-worlds · 9 months

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This is a lab whump brain rot post. Have some ideas.

Whumpee only ever sees whumper when they are wearing a surgical gown, cap, gloves, and masks. When they escape, they have no idea what whumper looks like.

Blood soaked onto sterile drapes, sprayed onto the ceiling, splattered across whumper’s mask, pooled on the floor of the operating room.

Surgeon Whumper and Anesthesiologist Caretaker trying their best with limited access to painkillers and anesthetics.

Gloved hands palpating and pressing on whumpee’s bare skin, examining every inch.

Whumper complimenting whumpee innards during a surgery.

Whumpee gets sick/injured and whumper becomes obsessed with getting them better.

Whumper giving whumpee a daily questionnaire as the experiment progresses, watching as they slowly start to climb up the pain scale.

Half conscious during surgery, whumpee hears squishing and squelching until a finally, sickening, crunch.

Whumper showing whumpee each of their operating tools, and explaining what they do and how they’ll be used. Needles, scalpels, clamps, rib cutters, organized neatly on sterile trays.

Whumper paralyzes and intubates whumpee. They do not get anesthetics, and are awake the whole time.

Caretaker has to operate on whumpee again to fix the damage whumper caused. Whumpee is very surprised by the pain medication, and the anesthesia, and asking for permission before touching them.

I might add more if I think of it

#worlds babbles #whump #medical whump #surgery tw #surgical whump #doctor whumper #blood #minor gore #surgery without anesthesia

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bannysburrow · 2 years

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Whump prompt #1

“Alright, Whumpee.” Whumper started as they put their gloves on. “I seem to have misplaced my medical instruments, so I’ll be using these today!” Whumpee’s eyes widened and they started to squirm in the straps holding them down.

“Are those plastic utensils!?”

#writing prompt #short prompt #whump #medical whump #doctor whumper #sadistic whumper #whumpee

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breakyourwhumpees · 2 years

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Experiment 36

lab whump, needles, poison injected, sedative mention, hospital setting-ish, lab whump, experiment whumpee, noncon touching(sfw), noncon bodymod, doctor/scientist/experiment whumper, whumper is tired of whumpee’s shit, whumper is just following orders. In which Experiment 36 has a chat with Doctor.

"Hi, doctor.” Experiment 36 piped as Doctor pulled their hair to tilt his head sideways, pressing the needle into the experiment’s skin. The doctor hummed as 36 cooperated, kicking their legs. The pain was only a prick even though the needle was thicker than ideal,

“You need a haircut,” The doctor noted, narrowing his cold gray eyes at them. “I’ll let management know.” He pulled out the needle and cleaned it, setting it aside. 36 yawned.

“W’sat? ‘s it A sedative?” they asked, sitting back on their arms and eyeing the doctor as he paced the room, shoving his hands into the pockets of his lab coat.

“We’re testing a new antidote.” He replied coldly, going to was his hands in the sink against the far wall. 36 clicked their tongue, unfazed. They pull their long shirt further over their knees as Doctor moved to the cabinet to get them a band aid.

“So poison. Nice. When do I get the antidote? Also, hello kitty band-aid, please.” 36 asked, obediently tilting their head to expose their neck as Doctor plasters the band aid to the spot on their neck where the needle had sunk in. They hadn’t seen him put his gloves back on after washing his hands, but they were on now.

“Fifteen minutes. Until then, I have to watch you,” The doctor complained, glaring at them from half lidded eyes. 36 wrinkled their nose distastefully.

“Not my fault, Doc. Can I play candy crush on your phone?” They request, making grabby hands at the man who sneered at them in obvious irritation.

Doctor scowled. “No.” He spat. “Last time you had one of your fits and broke my screen, you scoundrel.” 36 snorted at the thought. It was only once. They fold their legs and stare at the wall for a while. The doctor moves to sit at his desk.

“Can I get up?” 36 asked. “No,” Doctor grunted irritably. “Because of the poison or because you don’t want me to?” No answer. Fueled by boredom, Experiment 36 persists. “When do I get feeded next? Also what time is it?” “It’s pronounced fed. Also you’ve already eaten today, so tomorrow. Also it’s 5:15.” The doctor doesn’t look up from his computer. “A.M or P.M?” “P.M.”

A moment of silence stretches across the sterile room. Everything is white. Experiment 36 and Doctor almost feel like the only color in the room. “Can I take a nap?” Experiment 36 asked, picking their nails. They aren’t tired, but they couldn’t be bored if he was sleeping. Doctor flicked his gaze over to them briefly, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah, as long as you don’t annoy me.” Doctor replied curtly as 36 settled to lie on the stiff hospital bed. They sigh, curling into themselves.

“Night, Doc.” The room feels hollow when they speak despite the knowledge that Doctor was in there with him. No response, but they don’t really expect one.

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redd956 · 2 years

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More Hospital/Medical Whump Prompts

Had to get more shots and I'll have to get my blood drawn again 😢 😭

Someone kill me/j

CW: Needles, Drugs

A Whumpee scared of the hospital feels betrayed after Caretaker needed to take them there on desperate measures. Now Whumpee won’t speak or even in Caretaker’s direction

Whumpee thought they were secure in the hospital. Doctors would come in and out of there room. One of the doctors pauses before Whumpee, with smiling eyes. They pull their face mask down to reveal they are Whumper.

Whumper was a medical personnel. Whumpee refuses to believe that they cannot possibly be amongst the cast of any hospital.

Caretaker runs an incredibly shabby makeshift clinic (possibly for magic creatures, escaped pet whumpees, people frowned upon by Caretaker’s society) Today they meet one worse than the others, they meet Whumpee.

A panicked violent Whumpee slowing losing the fighting spirit in them, becoming calmer and calmer, until their eyelids flitter close. Caretaker/Whumpee sighs of relief, as the drag the needle out of Whumpee’s skin.

A whumpee afraid of needles/being drugged watching an IV’s contents enter their body, growing frightful with each passing moment.

Again the escape artist, but this time Whumper and Caretaker are both doctors/in charge of Whumpee’s health.

A panicked escape artist turns out to be the local Villain, confessing underneath the influence of medicinal drugs.

Whumpee makes a friendly alliance with another hospitalized Whumpee

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montammil · 2 years

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lab whump prompt

CW: Scalpels, mentions of lobotomies, mentions of severing vocal cords, pet names

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“Stop squirming. You’re just making this worse for yourself.”

“It hurts,” Whumpee splutters tearfully. “Please, can we do this on another day? I don’t--”

“Stop acting like you’ve done nothing wrong. I warned you if you escaped, the next procedure you’d be wide awake for. Either you’re a reckless idiot, or perhaps you need some help to listen.” The scalpel ghosts over their neck. “The question is, what would encourage you to do so, hm?”

“I’ll never do it again!” Whumpee tries to fight, but the cuffs hold them in place on the cold, metal table. “Please.”

“That’s not an answer. Begging has never worked for you, dear, do you really think it’d work now?” The scalpel presses down just slightly more. “Maybe I’ll sever your vocal cords. Does that sound like a reasonable punishment? A lobotomy would do you nicely, as well.”

Whumpee tries their best to relax and go silent, praying to whoever out there that Whumper would change their mind. Tears continue to roll down their eyes, despite how hard they try to stop them. They’d wipe them away if they could.

Whumper sighs deeply. “Maybe I do need a moment to think on it.” They take off their bloodied gloves and throw them in the trash. “You can stay here and think of what you did. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

The only thing Whumpee can do when the doors clicks shut behind Whumper is cry and hope for the best; it’s the only thing they can do, as of recently.

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zoethehead · 10 months

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So I just realized this, for all the death metal fans that also like Whump, "Operating Theatre" by Impaled, is a great whump-y song from the Whumper's point of view, bit of a warning though; the music video's fake but quite gruesome. (tropes include tied down, stomach whump, mouth whump, and eye whump, followed by being roughly bandaged up)

also, it is definitely a doctor/scientist whumper considering the lyrics do mention Medical stuff, a good example of lyrics would be; "From this mutilation, there will be no recovery." which just fits a whumper in general, but another line that fits more in line with a doctor/scientist whumper would be; "Tranquilized and secured on a gurney. Associates throng for the spectacle on which they thrive, Unconsciousness no escape as you lay wide awake, our peers observe as your placed under knife"

and I uploaded a non mv version using the censored cover art of the album from which it came from ("Mondo Medicale") onto my youtube channel, of course citing section 107 and all that stuff.

#death metal #impaled band #whump #whumper #medical whumper #scientist whumper #goregrind #Impaled #music whump #whump music #doctor whumper

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mylittlewumperland · 1 year

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When whumpee has to be their own Doctor.

them carefully trying to reset their bones, while trying to keep themselves alert through the blinding pain.

Shaky hands desperately trying to stitch up their wound.

The desperate cries and harsh panting as they dig the bullet from their bloody, slippery flesh.

The grunts and spiking pain with every step.

let them press their fingers to the wound, let them try to stop the bleeding, but most importantly don't let them give up.

#whump scenario #whumpee #whump tropes #whump writing #whumpblr #hero x villain #whump prompt #whump prompts #emotional whump #hero x supervillain #Doctor whump #whump #whumper #whump ideas

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whump-card · 8 months

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Sunless Lives Part 27: I Will Be a Good Boy

This is a rough one, please be wary.

~1980 words

CW: explicit noncon/dubcon, threat of violence, abuse of power, medical setting, doctor/therapist whumper

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DR MANDAL: So. The altercation.

M BECK: That was so embarrassing.

DR MANDAL: It’s okay. No one was really hurt.

M BECK: I feel like I scared everyone.

DR MANDAL: Would you feel better if you could apologize? Not just to James, I know you already did that, but to everyone else?

M BECK: Yeah.

DR MANDAL: I can arrange for you to talk at dinner tonight. Would that be too much?

M BECK: No, that would be great. Thank you.

DR MANDAL: So what happened, exactly?

M BECK: I just. I thought he said his name was Bowers. And I just saw red, I don’t know.

DR MANDAL: Who’s Bowers?

M BECK: The one, the one I made Simon tell me about. Sorry, the vampire, the vampire forced him to talk about it.

DR MANDAL: Okay. So there are a lot of tough feelings there.

M BECK: Yeah. Yeah.

DR MANDAL: Here. Tissue.

[0:39]

DR MANDAL: Do you want to talk about it more?

M BECK: No. Not right now. Sorry.

DR MANDAL: Don’t apologize. This is your time, we should use it how you see fit.

~~~

“I'd like you to tell me about how you first met Lara.”

Tears dripped onto Simon’s lap. He’d given up on trying to remain composed in his sessions with Dr Deckard. Given up on trying to appear collected, and rational. Dr Deckard would never believe it anyway.

“I don’t want to talk about Lara,” he said. Like clockwork. He didn’t want to talk about Lara. He didn’t want to talk about Matthew. He didn’t want to talk about any of the clients. Deckard would drag it out of him piece by piece anyway.

“I’m trying to gather a comprehensive view of your life, Simon,” Dr Deckard said calmly, “It is my belief that your irrational tendencies stretch back far beyond your choice to accompany Matthew. If I can gain a better understanding of your choices, then I will be better able to help you.”

“I don’t…” Simon’s eyes wandered over Dr Deckard’s desk as he rethought his wording. “I’m not talking about Lara.”

“Are you having trouble remembering?” Dr Deckard didn’t wait for an answer. “Maybe some time in solitary would allow you to clear your head. Really focus.”

The threat was obvious. Cruel. Simon’s hands twisted together in his lap. Dr Deckard rapped on his desk.

“You’re doing it again.”

Simon quickly separated his hands and flattened them against his thighs. He took a slow breath. It would be just like telling Matthew.

No it won’t.

He could use the same words, at least. Dr Deckard wouldn’t be satisfied with that, but it would use up the time. There was a clock on the wall but it was positioned behind Simon, where Dr Deckard could see it but not his patients. Simon was left to estimate how much of the half-hour session had elapsed. He used to twist around to look at the clock, until the aggressive pen scratches the act caused, and the anxiety that those scratches brought on in turn, became too unbearable.

He waffled. He was vague. He found loops of questions to wander through repeatedly. He spoke slowly, and stretched out his pauses.

It was excruciating. Exhausting. And when he was finally spat back out into the common room, he was frighteningly alone.

~~~

“I didn’t mean to!” Simon shrieked, "It was an accident, please, I didn’t mean it!”

His voice echoed down the halls as he was bodily dragged along by Reeder, the redhead, and Hahns, his equally tall friend.

Chett had warned him. He’d warned him about this. After two months of being Simon’s only friend, he was released, and had grabbed Simon’s hand tightly on his last day.

“You don’t know it, but I been lookin’ out for you. You need to be careful when I’m gone. Tread lightly, y’know?”

It had only taken two days for Reeder to sneak up behind Simon and whisper “Boo!” in his ear. Simon had spun around and elbowed him without thinking. That had resulted in Simon being tackled and hauled away by Reeder and Hahns. At first Simon assumed they were taking him to solitary - a frighteningly lonely place where he’d spent two days after raising his voice in his first session with Dr Decker when he learned he had no phone privileges, and then a whole week after Christian’s first visit - but his dread turned to panic when they passed the stairs and kept going.

“Where are you taking me? Please, I’ll be good, please…” Their grip on his arms pinched and twisted his skin painfully.

“Hear that?” said Hahns, “He’ll be good.”

Reeder laughed. Simon felt like he might throw up. They finally threw him into a storage room, full of paper napkins and plates and plastic cutlery, all in plastic bags on metal shelves. No cameras here. Simon stumbled and collapsed to the floor.

“Now what?” Hahns asked. He seemed to be newer, to be under Reeder’s guidance.

“Now we do what we like.” Reeder crouched to address Simon. “Ain’t that right, sweet thing?”

Hearing Chett’s accent and pet name come out of Reeder’s mouth made Simon’s skin crawl. He scrambled across the floor until he was pressed into the corner, chest heaving.

“You can’t, I’ll - I’ll tell Dr Deckard, he-”

“He won’t believe you.” Reeder fished through a bag of utensils and produced a white plastic knife. “Especially when we tell him you’re lying because we saw you hurt yourself.” He lunged for Simon, seizing an arm and twisting it out, pushing up the sleeve and pressing the knife to Simon’s soft flesh. The plastic wouldn’t cut, but with enough force the scalloped edge could rip. Simon suppressed a whimper, eyes glued to the knife.

“So what’ll it be?” Reeder hummed, his breath hot on Simon’s face. “A week strapped to a table in the observation room, or you do what we say and I’ll bring you extra cookies from the kitchen.”

Simon was on a strict meal plan that bordered on too much. The idea of eating more made Simon nauseous - and so did the idea of doing ‘what they said.’ But he’d also heard of the humiliation and horror of the observation room, and had no interest in ending up there.

What would Matthew want me to do?

That had become his go-to decision-making framework lately. But it wasn’t as helpful here as he’d hoped. Matthew wouldn’t want him to suffer, wouldn’t want someone marking up his property; but he wouldn’t want anyone touching his property either, and that was certainly what the orderlies’ leering grins were suggesting. There was no good option here. His thoughts whirled, and something struck him.

Maybe he could use it to his advantage.

Maybe he could do this, by his own choice. It couldn’t hurt to have two orderlies in his pocket. They were interested in his main skillset, after all. An eerie, dead calm overtook him. What’s one more humiliation, after all? It always happened anyway. Might as well be his own choice. Refusing would only bring pain.

Sorry, Matthew. I’m so sorry.

“No meds,” he breathed, eyes flicking from the knife to Reeder’s eyes and back, “I don’t want to take any medication anymore.”

“I think I can swing that,” Reeder said, pleased as punch that Simon was negotiating.

“And… I know there are enough rooms for me to have my own,” Simon ventured, “No roommates.”

“Getting a little greedy, are we?” Reeder pressed the knife down a little harder.

Simon knew what to do. He knew how to look at Reeder, how to lift his chin, lower his eyelids, say the words just right, and leave his lips parted just so.

“I’m worth it.”

“Fuuuck,” Reeder breathed. He stood up, tossing the plastic knife onto a shelf - it left a dark indent behind on Simon’s arm - and started to unbuckle his belt.

“Oral only,” Simon said quickly, more a plea than a demand.

“Oh, absolutely,” Reeder said with relish, “You’re a lot prettier up front than meth-mouth. On your knees.”

“Yes sir,” Simon responded, and Hahns whistled. Good. The better Simon was, the more he’d get in return. He positioned himself in front of Reeder.

“Good boy,” Reeder said, which sent a spike of paranoia through Simon. Could he have read Simon’s file? Would that even be in there? But he tamped it down, tamped everything down, into a cold flat nothingness inside of him. ‘Good boy’ was common. ‘Good boy’ meant nothing, except that Simon was doing a good job. He was a good boy.

Oral sex with Matthew had always been fun. Even when he was a vampire, Simon had been able to relax and just enjoy the experience of bringing pleasure to someone he loved. Because he did enjoy it, with Matthew. Human or not, Matthew had always allowed Simon to just be himself. No expectations. No judgment.

Performing oral sex on Reeder was just that: a performance. A performance Simon was good at. A performance he could set in motion and then… leave. He didn’t need to be there, not really. His head bobbed and his tongue swirled and he moaned quietly at the right moments but he wasn’t there. Instead Simon focused on his knees, the way they pressed painfully into the linoleum, the way his skin ground and pinched between bone and floor. Then his thighs, when they started to ache from the strain, long out of practice. He made the time pass easily this way, or at least easier than it would have. Then Reeder grabbed the back of his head and forced himself in deep, gushing into Simon’s throat and holding him there for a long moment as he groaned and cursed (“Dumb fucking slut,”). Simon couldn’t escape for that one. He had to be there, to feel the shame and regret start to bubble up out of his carefully maintained field of nothingness.

Hahns was next, and it was just a little bit harder, harder to perform perfectly, harder to focus elsewhere. Harder to keep going. Some deeply scarred little part of him was afraid it wouldn’t end, that there’d be someone else after Hahns, and someone else after that. (Tamp it down, tamp it down). Luckily, Hahns had been touching himself while watching Simon with Reeder and came quickly, and sloppily from less experience.

Cold, calculated, Simon seized the opportunity and let the come run down his chin. He blinked up at them with dewy eyelashes.

“Was I a good boy?” he asked softly. Perfectly. He wanted to vomit.

The two orderlies whooped and cursed and high-fived, ecstatic.

“Man, no wonder meth-mouth was keeping you to himself!” Reeder crowed. He threw a handful of paper napkins at Simon. “Clean yourself up, we’ll take you back to your room - your soon-to-be single room, am I right?”

Simon nodded mutely. Guilt washed over him as he wondered what exactly Chett had been doing to keep these two off his back.

As he was marched back through the halls, Simon remembered another favor he could ask.

“Can you get me a phone? A smartphone, just for a minute?” he asked quietly.

Reeder glanced up at a camera as they passed.

“Ask me again next time, and I’ll see what I can do.”

Simon nodded. He could do that again. Hell, he’d do it as many times as it took to get his hands on a smartphone. He didn’t know Matthew’s dad’s number, but he was confident that with his sleuthing skills and internet access he could find it, and call for help.

He knew the VIU building’s number too - but Gina had helped put him here, that’s what Kelly said. He couldn’t trust her, or any of the team.

And Christian had already made it clear: he would do nothing.

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